An upbeat song about ducks becoming swans. (and yeah I know it says 'Bewick's Swan' but the the clue is in the name 'Mute Swan'.)

Lyrics

Glancing sideways, I see the sun peek, awakening
your face turns to me
when we wake up there will be just enough love to see
the woods, the trees, separately - vehemently.

Rain fell cross hatched
yesterdays end
bicycle lamp, hard to see, reliable friend - alone

keep pedalling, keep pedalling, keep pedalling, keep pedalling

You're peddling
stolen, glances
distribution for the poor.
Them kindly, sidled, breadcrumbs
paddling me, to, the shore.

These aren't the words, these are the pictures
places and faces, the eyes of the storm
These aren't the only ones, these are the lonely
but blaming's the same thing so fill out the forms.

Be you, be you
be the beautiful things you say - light the way.
Be you, be you
be the beautiful things you do
to light the way down to - morrow
hatched as another day's ban
size of the bulb, skin of the cat
perennial plan - alone

keep peddling, keep peddling, keep peddling, keep peddling

You're pedaling
spinning, jennys
manufacturing the cord
them kindly, bated ,bread lines
grappling me, to, the shore

These aren't the words, these are the pictures
places and faces, the eyes of the storm
These aren't the only ones, these are the lonely
but blaming's the same thing so fill out the forms.

Be you, be you
beautiful things you say - to light my heart my way.
Be you, be you
beautiful things you do
to light my way down to 

guitar solo

Glancing sideways, I see the sun peek, awakening
your face turns to me...
when we wake up there will be just enough love to see
the woods, the trees, separately - vehemently.

Rain fell cross hatched
yesterdays end
bicycle lamp, hard to see, reliable friend - HELLO!

keep pedalling, keep pedalling, keep pedalling, keep pedalling

You're peddling
stolen, glances
distribution for the poor.
Them kindly, sidled, breadcrumbs.

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Kindly Sidled Breadcrumbs (Swans Escape Part I)

Chapter One - this one seems to be about the "what would your super power be?" question - perhaps certain people already have the one that makes them taller at the expense of those around them - quite handy if you haven't got a real bulletproof cape to go with your mask.

Something about Saturday Night Fever to it too - maybe a delusional parent on the dance floor - this probably doesn't need too much thinking about - part two is Superman and his guide to healthy eating.

Batman Face by Joel Kramer http://www.flickr.com/photos/75001512@N00/7386713822/

Lyrics

Try to keep a straight face
because there's no one laughing,
but it's more like sucking air through tear ducts
same face, reversed polarity
on the C.E.G. - that's the Central Emotion Generator.

and by the way
there's a time limit for how long you can blame anyone but yourself
take the wheel
steal the car

They won't know how you do those things you do
(praise those who bring food to this table)

My heart falls through your cloud
and I'm crying out loud
crying out loud
I ain't no Bruce Wayne
but I have those super powers
he's never had

He isn't real
he can't escape THIS page
so he's coming out with his hands in the air saying...

I don't know how you do those things you do

and I say...
they came with THIS cape
and they came with this cage
would you do me the honours?

The smaller I make you the taller I am
The smaller I make you the taller I am

My heart falls through your cloud
and I'm crying out loud
crying out loud
I ain't no Bruce Wayne
but I have those super powers
he never had

I don't know how you do those things you do
I don't know how you do those things you do

solo

My heart falls through your cloud
and I'm crying out loud
crying out loud
I ain't no Bruce Wayne
but I have those super powers
he never had

The smaller I make you the taller I am
The smaller I make you the taller I am

[it's not who I am underneath, but what I do that defines me - Batman, Batman Begins]


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Bruce Wayne (A Superhero's Guide To Malignant Narcissism i)

I dug this one out for a refit. It's about a time when a company I worked for were sacking my friends. It's not recorded very well, I'd do different sessions and then mix them into one project - I have a bit more horsepower these days.

My brain is far away.

I don't know what I want, just make it so.
Just do it monkey, just push the button.
I don't know why it broke, just make it go.
How hard can it be?

Peanuts in my soul.
Peanuts are my gold.
Pay me what you will.
(27 salted, a dry roasted and some responsibility please)
'cause I have time to kill.

Peanuts in my soul.
you're free to sleep through
Peanuts are my gold.
but you need to... 

Push push the button monkey
Push push the button monkey
Push push push push push push the button monkey

Monkey see, monkey do, monkey see, monkey do

Peanuts in my soul.
Peanuts are my gold.
Pay me what you will.
(3 salted, 2 dry roasted and a head check please)
'cause I have time to kill.

Kill?!

Peanuts in my soul.
you're free to sleep through
Peanuts are my gold.
but you need to... 

Push push the button monkey
Push push the button monkey
Push push push push push push the button monkey
Push push the button monkey
Push push the button monkey
Push push push push push push the button monkey!

Monkey see, monkey do, monkey see, monkey do, monkey see, monkey do, monkey see, monkey do

Far away... (guitar solo)

I don't know what I want, just make it so.
I don't know why it broke, just make it go.

Peanut in my soul.
Peanuts are my gold.
Pay me what you will.
(12 salted, 12 dry roasted and I'd like my friends back please)
'cause I have time to kill.

Peanuts in my soul.
Peanuts are my gold.

My heart is
far away.
I wanna be
far away...

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Peanuts Are My Gold (the button monkey)

Eurythmics cover. half speed, a little bit heavier and somewhat disturbed.

Love Is a Stranger (and I warned you) (Eurythmics cover)

She lives with a dearly frowning man.
She sees but she'll never see his soul.

I made this a long time ago using a Power Mac 6500 with an Avid Video card; it came with Cubasis AV a cut down DAW to edit audio to your videos.

The sample is from Northern Exposure - Adam is giving Ed a good going over about his apathy.

The artwork is mine too.

Dearly Frowning Man

This one was born from a drum track by https://soundcloud.com/midipunk called "mountains of dishes and laundry"; I used them completely unedited, creating the song to follow the arrangement and dynamics that were implied as Pete had recorded his thing.

The song is about reincarnation and a Humpback whale. It has themes about cars, shoes (and walking a mile in another's before judgement) human bodies as nested personalities/egos all mixed together. Understanding the layers of people's personalities and the essence (greater than sum of parts) beneath. I think I'm getting at… narcissim as a personality disorder being an inversion of this energy - where too much of the soul's potential is used to hide from fear instead of being open to love.

The other similar thing it does is help people understand the role of drums as music rather than just keeping time - this whole song grew out of the drums as a starting point - but without any knowledge of the musician who played them.

So when asking "are drums music?" - or "is music greater than the sum of its parts?" - I think this goes to show that if it's not destiny or fate or any other predetermined thing - it must be 'something' other than drums or time keeping or or or or etc - love?

Credits…

Midipunk: Drums as music
Peasurgeon: More music and everything else.

(also I know the whale in the picture isn't a Humpback but the whale song in the music is)
Lyrics

I chain my orphan boots in a shoelace train
I say, stick together, it's whale meet again

When the wheels stopped spinning,
yellow vest man, waved us barefoot,
home before daylight.

It's like a transformer but human,
driving their cars is just like humans.
Like human, when super,
much less blood, far more humour.

Going home.
Humour, humour - going home
Keep calling it humour - going home
I lost my shoe - going home - lost another shoe

Mile by mile,
in the shoelace chain of cars of ours,
for hours and hours
Passing signs,
with rear-view eyes so fine on mine
the hundredth time

It's the hundredth time I've fallen in love
with the girl in front of me.
(oh, hello)

Like a transformer but a human
with the top down, driving her car with the top down
and I'm looking through her eyes through the rear-view mirror or her rear-view mirror

(and working that out goes something like this…)
[It's hard to tell how many cars are inside cars, are inside cars, inside cars but sometimes they have the top down
a roof - the roofs]

Like a transformer - tired of all the other ways
but a human - tired of all the other ways
driving their cars - tired of all the other ways
Just like humans.
Like a human but a transformer
with the top down, driving her car with the top down.

Sally was a traffic whale
she used to save time on the radio
tried to save lives on the radio
but you had to tune in on the radio
when you hear about the end on the radio
there's only Sally crying on this radio show

Don't cry, I know we're only human
but we've got to get home
past Sally's oversized load

beep beep, beep beep - yeah (no, no)
beep beep, beep beep - yeah (no, no, no)
beep beep, beep beep - yeah (no, no, no)
beep beep, beep beep - yeah (no, no, no)

It was gonna be like this
Always gonna be like this

I followed her BLOODY tears,
down from the BLOODY road.
I held her un BLINKIN' stare.
I couldn't let her go
I know you can hear me (she said)
I saved you! and you're free
And love will not break your heart...
...get over your humpback and see (paraphrasing mumford)

Was she looking through a rear-view mirror?!
were you driving a mile in another's whale shoe?!

Were you looking through a rear-view mirror?!
looking through a rear-view mirror at YOU?!

Sally's whale shoes.

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Sally's Whale Shoe (nested (parenthesis))

I wasn't sure (as usual) - it just came to feel more about parents rather than other significant representatives.

The song was supposed to be about people who like getting others to do their killing (and digging).

Eventually it was about loads of things - terrorism, government...

Lyrics

You know….

Can you believe that there's nothing
bleeding out of my soul
you used to be a condiment
but now you're nothing but
pepper and salt
throw me over your left shoulder
listen to the man with the
heavy boulder
resting on his head

Why you so happy when they're dead
I guess it's because they'll never
speak my name again

They told them lies about the reasons for the holes in the ground

digging the funny holes

Why you so happy when they're dead.

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Artwork from an image of a salt and pepper set I found on google.

Condiment (digging the funny holes)

A song about 'killing in the name of' essentially. Taking Human Resourcing way too seriously, for way too long. 

Lyrics

Please find my spine (find my spine)
I'm looking everywhere
but there can't be anyone to spare
but me… (but you)
I volunteer!
save me (take me)

Please gouge my eyes
I thought of selling them
because I won't be needing them
In here (in here)
I'll cut them out! (snip snip)
leave me please

And when you find it out
oh

Warnings, warnings
your written warnings
are here

I know where they go (yeah)
how much they suck (yeah)
I know where they go  (yeah)
when they run out of blood. (yeah)

I know where they go (do you?)
how much they suck (where?)
I know where they go (how much?
 when they run out of blood. 

(solo)

And when you find it out
oh

Warnings, warnings
your written warnings
are here.

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Written Warnings (Higher Authorities Inc. HR Dept.)

Another narcissist song about organisations that become afraid of letting go of what they think they are. (or something)

Lyrics:
[Such a big explosion - it seems unlikely anyone could survive...
who are you calling?
-what do you care?
-you poor thing
-I'm not the puppet you know! ]
 
Da da da, da da da etc

There's a little lion lying on its own.
Said the secret was a seed in a seed pod
Fear not - fear's all around.
There's a little lion lying on its own.
Said the secret was a seed in a seed pod
Fear not.

Will you tell me, can you tell me?
names of lies you hide in
Will you tell me, can you sell me
another little lie to hide in.

 spin the globe
choose a new way
squeeze your heart
back in the suitcase

There's a little lion lying on its own.
Said the secret was a seed in a seed pod - fear not
There's a little lion lying to its own.
Said the secret was a seed in a seed pod - fear not!

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Secret In A Seed Pod (little lion)

LORD we thank you for the precious gift of family life, for all HUMAN relationships and for the STRENGTH we draw from one another.
Have COMPASSION on those for whom this parting brings particular PAIN and the deepest sense of LOSS. Casting their cares on you, may they know the GENTLENESS of your presence and the consolation of your LOVE.
Lord of the bereaved: Hear our prayer.

Say goodbye to a dog
goodbye Daisy
brush that dog hair off
Say goodbye to a horse
goodbye Maisey
wash that horse smell off

Smile at mother as I make it to the door
I'm not a fan of Tuesday or Sunday
but I hate our father more

Beware the neighbours
don't scare the neighbours
don't speak too soon
don't shout out loud

He won't hit you
He won't hug you
He won't hurt you
and he won't love you and that's good;

He's much better than that
He's way too clever for that
and I'm so proud
shout out loud - don't speak too soon

Grab the spears and the rest of the chocolate
and we'll be out of here
we'll be out of here

so it's time to go
it's time to go
please don't hug me, goodbye
it's too late to learn
too hard to earn

And please don't be near me
and please don't hear me
when there's something I've to say
and it's not the thing you would say

[solo] time to go… (Redrum)

SO INTO THE DEEP DARK HOLE, WE DUG, HE FELL!
And no one could sleep
how could he punish us?
what would he really do?
climb out with a wrath too tall to contain?
would he kill us all before turning the anger on himself?

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Our Father (god's day off)

Hello, I seem to have deleted this at some point - not sure how. Thanks for listening before and the lovely comments. Originally uploaded 26 July 2015.

Lyrics

[But precious water like this, draws in herds from far and wide. In the exuberance of a greeting, all their careful work is undone]

You shovel up a little sand, put it in a bucket
flip it on its head and pray that where you put it
has the same name as the postcards
of the seaside soul forgotten and cold
wishing they were warmer than a retired coastguard safe and sound and hidden and home and

Maybe I'm a mouse
and really you're an elephant maybe it's a curse
waiting for the Hierophant

don't forget to buy some buns (on the way home) don't forget to buy some buns (on the way home) don't forget to buy some buns (I start to wonder...) don't forget to buy the buns!
Maybe she's the Hierophant! Nellie Hierophant
Where are all your gods now? Shit! I've forgotten the buns! What are we gonna do?! (now)

Loose noose, tighter when you tug it
stick it on his head and pray that when you've done it it's the same faced BASTARD who stole your soul for a god you're old, why you wonder
preaching. creeping, twist and turning, over and done
and

I'm a hippopotamus clearly you're an elephant maybe it's a curse waiting for a Hierophant
don't forget to buy some buns (on the way home) don't forget to buy some buns (on the way home) don't forget to buy some buns (I start to wonder...) don't forget to buy the buns!

Maybe she's the Hierophant!
Nellie Hierophant...
nothing you wouldn't believe (maybe she's a Hierophant) maybe you wouldn't agree!
sorry that it took so long
I'll try to find a better song better late than never though...

[solo]

You shovel up a little sand, put it in a bucket
flip it on its head and pray that where you put it
has the same name as the postcards
of a seaside soul forgotten and cold
wishing they were warmer than a retired coastguard safe and sound and hidden and home and

Maybe I'm a mouse
and really you're an elephant maybe it's a curse
waiting for the Hierophant

don't forget to buy some buns (on the way home) don't forget to buy some buns (on the way home) don't forget to buy some buns (I start to wonder...) don't forget to buy the buns!
Maybe she's the Hierophant! Nellie Hierophant
We all believe below the sea billow the clouds, blow the trees below the forge bellows squeeze
Nellie Nellie Hierophant!

We all! We all! We all! We all!
We all believe below the sea billow the clouds, blow the trees we all believe.

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Nellie Hierophant (don't forget to buy some buns)

A Gas Station Beer Session - 1. An imaginary episode of a Midipunk & Peasurgeon trans-atlantic collaboration. numerous beers and emails november/december 2015 -The accidental cross-contamination of One Vision by the band Queen.

Pete: Drums - Congas - Vocals - Beer @midipunk
Chris: Guitar - Bass - Vocals - Scrumpy

...finish with a flourish, Brian’s your uncle, Roger the cabin boy and Freddie’s your flintstone…

I had a dream when I was young
a dream of sweet illusion
a glimpse of hope, unity
visions of a sweet union
but a cold wind blows
and a dark reign falls
and in my heart it shows
look what they’ve done to my dream

we’re not allowed to fight
not without a fight
we’re not allowed out tonight
we’re not allowed to play (war)

Warning them in London town
on the news on the news
Your bridge is falling down
on the news on the news
we’re busy bombing you
on the news on the news
so we can bomb them too
on the news on the news

One song on the radio
press pause on your tv shows

A dead cat, a fat squirrel
a cheese moon for a flat world

There’s one song on the radio
we press pause on our tv shows

You never you never...
you’ll never hide a smile on a brave face
you’ll never sell a lie with a bad taste

This story strides over flimsy plot and short life
and from within we here a voice demanding cheap wives
the winner writes the news a willing bride
and glory rides on a petrol powered death slide

I had a dream when I was young
a dream of sweet illusion

we’re busy bombing you
on the news on the news
so we can bomb them too
on the news on the news
*one song on the radio!*
we’re busy bombing you
on the news on the news
It must be ok because it’s on the fucking news
nothing to worry about, we’ll just vote for someone else next time
that’s what democracy’s all about!

left right left right left right left - aye sir!

I had a dream when I was young
a dream of sweet illusion
a glimpse of unity
visions of a sweet union
but a cold wind blows
and a dark reign falls
and in my heart it shows
look what they’ve done to my dream!

MidiPunk & Peasurgeon - Gas Station Beer - episode 1

Lyrics

[If you want to stop this, then you need find something there, something that you really really care about - that also exists back here]

There is insistence that I stay
my mind won’t let you fade
bind it to, tie it through
loop of love - it’s Mobius

It’s not ridiculous to prove
the same but also new
find your way, come what may
return we’ll love - be Mobius

[can it be a person?
yeah, maybe, but you’d have to make some kind of contact]

I turn I wait
I turn I wait
I turn I wait
I turn I wait

There is insistence that I stay
my mind won’t let you fade
bind it too, tie it through
loop of love - it’s Mobius

It’s not ridiculous to prove
the same but also new
find your way, come what may
return we’ll love - be Mobius

Walking away from me - I turn I wait
keep walking back for me - I turn I wait

[so this is changing the future?
You can’t change the future!]

solo

It’s not ridiculous to prove
the same but also new….

[...


--- more about the möbius projection in the artwork...
https://www.ima.umn.edu/~arnold/moebius/
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0z1fIsUNhO4


Mobius (∞ LOST into 7 min)

Have you ever seen the film "Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind"?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1GiLxkDK8sI

It's on a par with a night of heavy drinking - nothing you'll miss :)

anyway, that's where the samples come from - this is me breaking a DAW.

Lyrics

[meet me in Montauk]

Over & over, over & over, over & over, over & over...
Break it into bits, teeny little little bits, break it into bits, teeny little little bits…

[ look at it out here, it’s all falling apart, I’m erasing you and I’m happy, you did it to me first, I can’t believe you did this to me, Clem? can you hear me? by morning you’ll be gone, the perfect ending to this piece of shit story. - fagot]

Break it into bits, teeny little little bits, break it into bits, teeny little little bits…
Over & over, over & over, over & over, over & over…

But then, it’s the nicest thing she said
come live your life with me, and let’s see
what will be will be
what will be will be
what will be will be

Collect the pieces of heart
hide the need to restart
‘cos it’s her gain and her name
and I say it, over and over

Put it in a cardboard box
and close it well
‘cos it’s my way and her game
and I play it, over and over

But then, it’s the nicest thing she said
come live your life with me, and let’s see
what will be will be
what will be will be
what will be will be

[ok]

Over & over, over & over, over & over, over & over...
Break it into bits, teeny little little bits, break it into bits, teeny little little bits…

[ok -
really?
I’m not a concept Joel, I’m just a fucked up girl who’s looking for my own piece of mind. I'm not perfect.
I can’t see anything that I don’t like about you (right now I can)
but you will, but you will - you know - you will think of things and I’ll get bored of you and feel trapped because that’s what happens with me.]

Over & over, over & over, over & over, over & over…

Break it into bits, teeny little little bits, break it into bits, teeny little little bits…

[I walked out the door, there was no memory left
come back and make up a goodbye at least, let’s pretend we had one - goodbye Joel
I love you
(meet me in Montauk)]


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spoken samples from the film - Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind - all their rights reserved copyright etc :)

Break it into bits (over & over ∞+1)

Mostly Rope (we make our way by night)


Lyrics

Mostly we make our way by night
because in-between sleeping I don’t know
maybe made obvious far too bright
maybe the rope was tied too tight.

Maybe the wheels just don’t go ‘round
Maybe it’s something else to drown
Scream - but we’re softly spoken
We breathe - but our throats won’t open
maybe the rope was far too tight.

Maybe the wheels just don’t go ‘round
maybe it’s something else to drown.

Why am I feeling all alone?
maybe it’s something else to drag.

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Give Peas A Chance (Demos)

Mostly Rope (we make our way by night)

A song about axe wielding egos that refuse to stay dead (kill or be killed)

Lyrics

Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks, I chopsticks, I chopsticks, I.

I chop the feet from off your sticks
to see if you still run so quick
I flee from houses when the chopper comes
please don’t add me to your chopping sums

I need my legs to be a part of me
I need my knees to kneel and pray I’ll be
here today not gone tomorrow
I'd steal the steps you'd beg to borrow

I could see them dragging this really large hatchet up towards the house
and then I thought - uh oh

I chop the feet from off your sticks
to see if you still run so quick
here today not gone tomorrow
I'd steal the steps, I'd steal the steps you'd beg to borrow

And now she’s here
all I have are sweet dreams
sweet dreams
and now she’s here all I have are sweet dreams
sweet dreams

but still sliding a little bit
It’s hard to tell but it’s going to be ok
sooner or later things turn out as if they were planned

All I hear are sweet dreams
now you’re here and I’m fearless
All I have are sweet dreams
now that you’re here and I’m fearless

I cleared my mind
but dreams of you still leave behind...
I love her more today
because she’s here

And now she flies
with motivated happiness
I should ask her to go
but it’s too late
it’s too late (too late)

I chop the feet from off your sticks
to see if you still run so quick
here today not gone tomorrow
I'd steal the steps, I'd steal the steps you'd beg to borrow

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I Chopsticks (see if you still run so quick)

This one’s been at the bottom of my cloud for five years - 120 plays 8 likes and a repost :)

Lyrics

...and in the warmest sunshine
your crown will never dry
dripping -
with every single lie

Break our hearts and we’ll bleed
then we will fall at your knees.
Your throne will be a spike,
your crowning glory - only painted gold.

...and in the warmest sunshine
your crown will never dry.
dripping -
with every single lie

dripping with your lies
dripping with your lies!

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Dripping (only painted gold)

I'm not listening (satan is sorry about santa)

I'm almost thinking about calling it "satan isn't sorry about santa".

A song about the naughty list.

Merry Christmas

LYRICS

You’re not sorry for your turn
your life is all torn 
you’d steal my soul to burn
Fuck you

I know you
You’ve been here before
beating the shit from it
like nobody saw.

La la la la laaaah
I’m not listening.

La la la la laaaah
My only hope has gone - oh
La la la la laaaah
My only hope has gone.

You’re not sorry for your turn
your life is all torn 
you’d steal my soul to burn
Fuck you

La la la la laaaah
I’m not listening.

La la la la laaaah
My only hope has gone - oh
La la la la laaaah
My only hope has gone.

La la la la laaaah
La la la la laaaah
La la la la laaaah
La la la la laaaah

I’m not listening


(don’t come ‘round tonight etc)

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I'm not listening (satan isn't sorry about santa)

Kind of unfinished or begging to be chopped in half. It's about luck.

Spaghetti Letters Lettuce (cooked in confidence)

Lyrics

Even if a day could taste the same
I wouldn’t live a minute without us by our sides
Counting every second in it - bite now - swallow it down
You’ve been chewing on the cud of an old day
Spit it out

Even if your name was spelt like rain
Would we really let it wet us in another life’s hunger for our goals
If spaghetti letters let us - bite now - swallow it down
You’ve been chewing on the cud of an old day
Spit it out

(manic episode)

Even if your will could let you kill
Could you ever be a sinner and ask me for your own?
Would you have me in for dinner - bite now - swallow it down
You’ve been chewing on the cud of an old day
Spit it out

And even if our hopes seed to grow a tree
would you ever fall and fell it
for another heart's hunger for your love
If a cook'll cook it sell it - bite now - swallow it down
You’ve been chewing on the cud of an old day
Spit it out

(more drama)

(even more drama)

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Spaghetti Letters Lettuce (cooked in confidence)

I found this in the loft. recorded around 1995 - I took the 4 track cassette and pimped it with logic.

oh, and the original 4 track recording was done with a Boss DR5 drum/sequencer and Korg Guitar FX.

In my head I picture a small person in an equally small motor powered dingy putt putt putting up and down gigantic tea coloured waves - the song is sung in the seaman's head - a journey of many emotional ups and downs - will they ever make it back to harbour.

Sipping the Sea

This is an old song (mid nineties) that's been half baked for quite some time - this is the half eaten version. The guitar solos are supposed to put you in mind of spitting feathers - kind of like pigeon noises I imagined. I want to re record the bass with a fretless and there're some problems here and there that need harmonic massage - plus the song kind of tapers off but there's a feeling and sigh for this and it kind of makes sense in this 'wait for me' context. Listen to your heart - even if you've ignored it, it won't have gone far without you - run to it :)

Lyrics

Found the holes - inside my head
poked my eyes out - from my bed
found my feet - found the floor
walked across and found the door.

Now I'm free - now I'm fat
lost the mouse and drowned the rat.
head for the hills - run for your life
hot on your tail - burning alive
foot to the floor - head in your knees
life in my hands - gone with a breeze

Are you happy now?
Are you happy when it all falls down?
Am I letting you down? again?

I said - are you happy now?
like you're happy when it all falls down
you're letting me down again…

solo

The sun is low - the shadows run
 - in time to pay for what is done
buttoned your lip - furrowed your brow
clicking your heels and I'm wondering how

looking away - turning your face
hiding your soul - swallow the taste
stepping aside - treading in hope
taking it down - leaning to choke

I'm learning to choke
learning to joke
learning to choke
learning to choke
I'm learning to choke
I'm learning the joke - yeah

Horse hair chair -  porridge and soup 
dog nose clothes - scooting the coop
little black cloud - ready to burst
letting you down - quenching my thirst

A coward won't feel when a coward can fumble
A coward won't stand when a coward can stumble
A coward won't talk when a coward can mumble
A coward hides - his feathers in a rhubarb crumble

solo

Horse hair chair -  porridge and soup 
dog nose clothes - scooting the coop
little black cloud - ready to burst
letting you down - quenching my thirst
Horse hair chair -  porridge and soup 
dog nose clothes - scooting the coop

are you happy now?
like you're happy when it all falls down?
I said - are you happy now?
like you're happy when it all falls down
Am I letting you down? again?

seems to look like it!

wait for me - wait for me!

found the holes - inside my head
poked my eyes out - from my bed
found my feet - and found the floor
walked across and found the door.

© & Ⓟ 2013 Christoper Banks - All Rights Reserved, Copyright, etc etc...

Feathers in Rhubarb (half eaten version)

Peasurgeon likes to build guitars and write semi-intelligent songs with heart fed electrical instruments, microprocessors and wire.

Musical style: Post-genre (probably)

Is genre creation really just a hobby for obsessive compulsive types?

peasurgeon

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