When the eagle flies to claim its prize
Then the eagle cries

Spiral Penguin Club 'When the Eagle Cries'

Not a Man

Girl your body is a poem
I write a hundred songs to show 'em
Aw yeah
You're my catalyst

Your body drives me crazy
It's got me thinking maybe
Aw yeah
I should've been --
I should've been --
An anatomist

Your clavicles
Are magical
Your clavicles
Are magical

Yeah, yeah, yeah

You got a swell, pair of patellas
Your skull makes other ladies jealous
Aw yeah
I call you majesty

Your phalanges are exquisite
I think I need to revisit
Aw yeah
My Grey's Anatomy

Your clavicles
Are magical
Your clavicles
Are magical

Yeah, yeah, yeah

ClaviclesAreMagical

Shotgun, bag loads of evidence, 
He must have been very strong
Time’s running out for the suspect 
The arm of the law is very long

I do the dishes and drive to work
Piece the clues together in my mind
Armchair detecting is easy
When the host lays facts out in a line

Crime, crime doesn’t pay
Least not in the way
Authorities say

Streams, of tragedies play
I go through my day
Shuffling to the next case

He stalked her into an alleyway
The body can’t been found
Who was he? What was the motive?
Fresh footprints on the snowy ground 

I grab a bowl full of popcorn
Take a walk outside to clear my mind
This killer’s childhood was a bummer 
Guess that’s why he murdered to unwind 

Crime, crime doesn’t pay
Least not in the way
Authorities say

Streams, of tragedies play
I go through my day
Slaughter in my headspace

We hate to interrupt this murder feed
To sell you pillows, and designer weed
It’s almost over then it’s back to the show
With two beheadings and a car chase to go

Crime, crime doesn’t pay
Least not in the way
The authorities say

Streams, of tragedies play
We go through our days
Feeding on the crime wave

Armchair Detecting

Any Other Way

Track number four for FAWM.  Was warming up with some chords, and this came to me.

Yes, it's short.  Think Pigs on the Wing.  Think album closer.

You know I stole this chord progression
I hope you don't mind
Were you looking for an outside connection
To waste all your time

Forget about hearts
and states of the art
you can have some of mine
anytime

Tuesday

Monkeys In The Middle

This thing fought me every step of the way.  Through a mushroom trip, stomach upset, hate, love and ghosts in my automation lanes.

Clearly owes a lot to Pretty Hate Machine.

(Special thanks to Grandbrother for support & the first line)

Lyrics:

I tried to trust you
But fangs are for incisions
I think you know 
I'm programmed for bad decisions

Am I awake
I feel I must be dreaming
Are you real
Or simple simply scheming

You turn on and off and on a million times a minute
What you haven't noticed is my patience has a limit

(it's time for you to disconnect me)

Take me offline
Bad time sunshine

I am the fly 
Caught up in your machinery
I see you smile
And disappear into the scenery

You've got me pinned
Now it's clear what you're intending
A sparkly void
where the pain is neverending

You turn on and off and on a million times a minute
What you haven't noticed is my patience has a limit

You're content to watch me dance around at your insistence
I invite you all to watch my act of last resistance

(Its time for you to disconnect me)

Take me offline
Bad time sunshine

Offline

Cover of Cornelia Jakobs 'Hold Me Closer'

sat round a campfire, sneezing out metal bits from yer nose, while you wonder where 5 hours of yer life went, like waiting for a bus .

MARTIN DAVIES - EXITPENGUIN Imminent Alien Invasion ( Swamp Gas Mix )

song idea i made looking at trees, in bad weather, in a horizontal position .not me, the trees x