Inspiracy Theory Bonus Tracks

A somewhat peculiar man sings the the praises of pleasuring himself whilst suffocating.

This track unfortunately didn't make my new album, but you can find that at cursorminer.org.

Hypoxia

A feel good glowy uplifter. Clearly not topical enough for the album Inspiracy Theory! So it goes into the bonus track bargain bin.

Love Potion

Singing facts over a beat and some synth riffs. Another bonus track that didn't *quite* make it onto Inspiracy Theory. If the rejects are this amazing just IMAGINE what the real thing is like!

The Lunatics are Running the Asylum

Another casualty of the big push to release Inspiracy Theory. Written on the 100th anniversary of the start of WW1. Featuring my wife Barbara reading a Russian kid's poem. Again, kind of gutted not on album.

We've Seen It All Before

Another Inspiracy Theory bonus track!

Lyrics:

They could be the shape of a ladder or the shape of a cup
They could be upside down or the right way up
They might get here quickly or they could get stuck
They could be really brilliant or totally suck
There could be a million or there could be five
They might live on their own or as part of a hive
They might come crawling or know how to drive
No one know when the things will arrive
They could be yellow, or purple, or orange or blue
we don't know what they are or what they will do
but the thingies the thingies the thingies are coming
the thingies the thingies the thingies are coming
the dawn of the thingies is nigh
They might look normal but behave quite oddly
they could be stable or they could be wobbly
they could have spots or they could have a stripe
they might be sparkling clean or in need of a wipe
they might be lying on a salad or smoking a pipe
they're just objects of an unspecified type
we don't know if they're floating or dangling on strings 
but we know that they're coming
and we know that they're things

the thingies....

they could be teeny tiny or they could be ginormous
they could be water tight or incredibly porous
they could turn up and completely ignore us 
they could be a ball or they could be a torus
they could be running or bouncing or sliding or strolling
here to attack us or just to go bowling
we don't know if they will turn up on our planet 
we just don't have enough information goddamnit
we don't know if they sing or settle for humming
but we know that they're things 
and we know that they're coming
because the thingies the thingies the thingies are 

they could be loud and obnoxious or softly spoken 
they could be fully functional or totally broken
they might be asleep and annoyed if woken
they could come in packaging that's hard to open

they could be outcrops or sculptors or talented fish
uncles or pressups or fumes on a dish
leaflets or toilets or henry the eighths
nurses or spanners or spelling mistakes
hunchbacks or schoolboys or sanitary towels
or Spanish grandparents that live in your bowels
 could be buttons or secrets or fidgeting clouds 
babies or tablets or deafeningly loud
toadstools or noises or capsules of grief
lifeboats in lightbulbs with thousands of teeth
tomboys or weasels or wrinkles in bone 
lasers or GREAT BIG GARDEN GNOMES

but the thingies...

The Lunatics are Running the Asylum

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