Elephant Gun

Zach Condon, the man who is Beirut, is so absurdly talented and steeped in obscure European folk for a 21-year-old that it’s not surprising certain other musicians want to punch him. ‘Elephant Gun’ is yet more entirely charming, thoroughly odd marvelousness to stoke those envious blazes. Little more than mandolin, brass, military drumming and some gorgeous multi-layered harmonies, it is as odd and joyous as waking up off the coast of France in a yacht you never knew you owned.

If I was young, I'd flee this town I'd bury my dreams underground As did I, we drink to die, we drink tonight Far from home, elephant guns Let's take them down one by one We'll lay it down, it's not been found, it's not around Let the seasons begin It rolls right on Let the seasons begin Take the big game down Let the seasons begin It rolls right on Let the seasons begin Take the big game down Aaah aaah aaah aaah And it rips through the silence of our camp at night And it rips through the night, all night, all night And it rips through the silence of our camp at night And it rips through the silence, all that is left is all that I hide