A mind and ear twisting worm of a song...

Holidays In The Sun

CLEAN (Uplifted, End-of-Summer version)

An increasingly uncomfortable ramble through a disturbed mind…

Crazy Quilt Bouquet - Ramble

Short and to the point...

What weighs nothing but can sink a ship?
What’s in the middle of a mint but you can’t eat it?
What did you go away and leave me with?
A hole in my heart.

Asa Hartford had one too
but he loved football and I love you.
I don’t know what I’m gonna do
about this hole in my heart.

When we were together you had me in stitches
but then you stitched me up proper and now I’m in pieces,
no longer laughing, no longer joking.
There’s a hole in my heart – it’s broken.

When I was fragmented you made me whole
but just like Dumpty when he fell off the wall,
all the King’s horses and all the King’s men
can’t put me back together again – ‘cause I’ve this hole in my heart.

My will is weakening,
my valves are leaking,
my heart’s stopped beating,
metaphorically speaking...

I’m in a hole of my own making,
my heart’s attacked and aching,
I’m dying here, not faking
this hole in my heart.


CRAZY QUILT BOUQUET - HOLE

BLUE

An Exercise in Restraint

CRAZY QUILT BOUQUET - An Exercise in Restraint

Remastered version

She wrote a Dear John letter on a John Deere tractor,
he had a habit of the hobbit that he couldn’t shake.
She married farmer Farmer Palmer, a farmer and a charmer,
John thought he was a Bilbo – big mistake.

He liked to curry favour, she likes the curry flavour,
on their best behaviour they make a meal of it.
MSG and lots of sodium, in love and in harmonium, 
random pandemonium.

Sick as a parrot, a flaccid fat flamingo,
a rotten russet fish, a big flat dingo
that’s got the cat’s whiskers, a very eager beaver,
a golden retriever, hair of the dog.

Into the thicket, on a sticky wicket,
it’s just not cricket, back to the bar.
Bigger than her belly, nothing on the telly,
feet are very smelly, put them in a jar.

She’s got bats in the belfry – you can hear her nerves jangling.
She’s had too much man-handling – she needs a bit of understanding.

Light as a feather, a floating Barbarella,
Sweet Fanny Adams on the horn of a diemma.
Fresh as a daisy, forty winks crazy,
not what you call lazy, just out for the count.

A double doubting Thomas with some used-by garlic humus
will no doubt cause a big fuss and a bit of a stink.
But better that than Larry who can’t help but dilly-dally,
you wish he wouldn’t shilly-shally then he goes on the blink.

There’s bats in the belfry – you can hear their nerves jingling.
Down the blind alley – dangling from the ceiling.

It’s all a bit cloak and dagger,
more swoon than swagger.
A bit of a blagger...
Who said that?!

‘Es a slim feller – a bit Paul Weller,
likes a portabella mushroom omelette.
Cor Blimey, it’s a bit slimey.
It’s not s’pposed to be like that – but it’s safe.


To the chattering classes he’s the talk of the masses,
chewing the fat and spilling his beans.
Breakfast at Tiffany’s, lunch at Serendipity’s, 
tea and supper at Veranda’s and snacks in-between.

There’re bats in the belfy,
we’ve all gone to Coventry
on a one way ticket
to see a man about a dog.

It’s all onwards and upwards,
no worries, luvly jubly,
would you like a drop of bubbly,
but oh,

It could have been me. It should have been me.
It could have been me. It should have been me.
It could have been me. It should have been me.

Here comes the hooker in her best bib and tucker,
arms akimbo, big girl’s blouse.
I wouldn’t want to knock it but someone’s got to stop it,
more than suspicions are aroused.

She’s a bit of a looker, a copper-bottomed pressure cooker,
a pusher not a sucker, broad in the beam.
She’s got cash in the attic but it makes her quite asthmatic,
still there’s something quite fantastic when she rubs in the cream.

‘Es a big geezer – like a Gazza in Ibizi,
tattoos on his teaser, knocking back the gin.
Fit as a fiddle, a doddle on the diddle,
you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it swim.

Alpha and omega, truth and non-believers,
achievers and mischievous, slim and fat. 
As queer as a nine bob, as friendly as a hobnob,
it’s got to be a proper job.

Not like that.
Not like that.
Not like that.
Like that.

Bats in the Belfry - remastered

Bats in the Belfry

Esrever Gnos

Think this is the right road - think this is the right car...

As Long As It Gets Us There

CRAZY QUILT BOUQUET - As Long As It Gets Us There

Truth Lies

CRAZY QUILT BOUQUET - Truth Lies

A brooding, dark trip around an obsessive mind...

Nothing Matters

CRAZY QUILT BOUQUET - Nothing Matters

When the dawn is breaking and the night is almost through - 
that’s when I start aching over you.

TWIST

CRAZY QUILT BOUQUET - Twist

New version of the song 'As Long As It Gets Us There' by Crazy Quilt Bouquet.

Think this is the right road – but is this the right car?
A little under-powered but I think that it can get us there.

We went the wrong way – left, then left again, then carried on
ignoring all the side roads, sticking to the main ones.

Never mind – just as long as it gets us there.

This might be the right place – but it looks like any other passing place.
Trust a faulty satellite to guide us through the light to empty space.

Pulled over a few times – time lost, time out, time found again.
We could park it here tonight – leave it till the morning.

Never mind – just as long as it gets us there.

Never mind this will do – for now at least, this will do.
What’s behind stays behind – no idea what’s in front of you.

Tomorrow we can start again – fire up this old engine and start again.
The miles ahead can keep till then – we’re lost but we know the rough direction.

Never mind – just as long as it gets us there.

Think this is the right road – think this is the right car.
A little under-powered but I think that it can get us there.

ALMOST

As Long As It Gets Us There - New Version

AS LONG AS IT GETS US THERE - VERSION

Crazy Quilt Bouquet is first and foremost a merry band - a band comprised of one fragmented individual who knows many imaginary friends, artists and ne'er-do-wells. His split personalities and alter-egos have been making music and several other things since they were 10 years old - an age they still aspire to.

Crazy Quilt Bouquet

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