Recorded during summer 2023, I was in a bit of a funny mood, so I thought, I'll just write anything I fancy and see what happens, ended up with 20 odd songs recorded in 12 weeks or so. That became Sponges and More Sponges.

Sponges

Oh, a rag tag, magpie, bag of skag lies.
Rise above the dangers you think up.
As the world turns round,
Your feet firmly pressed down.

Oh, a mix up, fix up, lost it, tripped up.
Sink below, the waves that to-and-fro.
As the earth surrounds.
Your arms straight reaching out.

Oh, a black tan, hand fan, who knows? some clan.
Takes control, and never let's it go.
You were not to know.
The race is almost ran.
(Oh, the lie they fill you with reaches your heart and...
Never let's it go. 
A throne, a bin, a loss, a win, alive.)

Oh, a fucked up, lucked up, brought up, nip tuck.
It's indigo, the edge of what you know,
Gotta get the go, go get that ghetto goal.
(Oh, the losses add up slowly, and it's right...
On the edge of what you know.
A sink, a swim, a bob, a twin, a rim.)

Is this the life of which you speak?
Now I should turn the other cheek? 

Oh, a stupid panto, homemade porno.
Loose the rope.
Which hangs over your throat,
Those in the know, have taken it as rote.
(Oh, the hangman slowly tightens up the line, which...
Hangs over your throat.
You take, you speak, don't point, be meek, draw lines.)

Oh, a gonzo, pop up, fake ass, burger truck.
The middle class are ignorant to crass.
The kids they ferry round.
Will run them to the ground.
(Oh, the stupid rich ones do not toe the line... 
All ignorant and crass.
A break, a safe, a grand, to make, no time.)

Is this the life of which you speak?
Now I won't turn the other cheek.

Oh, a Buffalo Bill shaped, Jesus anvil.
Striking down.
Comes naturally to clowns.
You just take it now.
The world keeps spinning round.
(Son, why you trying so hard for the laughs? 
Comes naturally to clowns.
But you and me, just leave it be, this time.)

Oh, a cake tin, raisin, bran new, who's who?
Let you in, a polymath of sin.
A route, a grin.
A fragment of a win.
(Oh, one day we will leave here with a win...
Like a polymath of sin.
A route, a grin.
A fragment of a win.)




Turn The Other Cheek

A Miller has no dreams.
He can not hope to see every horse in every stream.
There's no need to spur.
A horse that's travelling, already up to speed.

Look to the stars.
Stare up all you like, but you'll never get that far.
Look to the sky.
You'll never understand. you're never gonna fly.

The kids dont think in dreams.
Taken, locked away, a never-ending scream.
A future made obscene.
Squandered on a stupid capitalist scheme.

The kids don't think at all.
Waiting for the day they're lined against a wall.
A conflict of the mind.
The world of black and white, pointed, erudite.

Look to the stars.
Shine on alkaline, you're just fine as you are.
Look to the sky.
You're never gonna know why the world is passing by.

While the miller told his tale.
The sword of damocles, descending, deft, unfurled.
The trampling of the damned.
Can you hear them fall? a back against a wall.

Look to the stars.
Climb up any height, the distance is too far.
Look to the sky.
Forget it ammonite. It's where they placed the bar.

Chase Thee Not! The Moon

Feel like I should be walking on the shores of Galilee 
But instead I'm in a prison built up in my infancy.
Thought I was like the young boy from the Empire of the Sun.
But that wasn't how they saw me.
And that's how I came undone.
I'm not the one.

Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.

A laughing stock. 
I can't smoke pot.
Three corners to sweep dust.
When you fall into black water, all your keys begin to rust.
You're not thinking on damnation.
Amongst the holes you're teetering.
A cage containing lightning bolts. 
Which somehow you fit in.
Forget your sin.

Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.

Oh, sister, mother, Mary. 
Won't you lay your grace on me.
I do not want your money.
I'm dismayed about this fee.
The foolish man puts effort into digging diamond mines?
Yet a wise man takes his gold figures and reaches for the sky?
And don't ask why?

Felt sorry for the workers.
Give them all your sympathy.
If they didn't need the money.
Oh, footloose and fancy free.
And they wouldn't need so of much it if they weren't all in such pain.
You must all go on holiday.
You must all buy cocaine.
If it's all the same.

Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.

Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Where's my money?
Play around.
Time goes by.
There's no win. 
Games to play.
Songs to sing.
See the sun is rising.
But your not asleep.
An uncertain horizon.
Nothing deep.
Oh, my lady.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.

Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.

Oh, sister, mother, Mary. 
Won't you take this pain from me.
Because the route to your salvation seems delayed by infamy.
Oh, holy mother of Jesus. 
Won't you let me in the door.
I'm not asking to sleep on your bed.
I'm content with the floor.
I want some more.

I go to ground, then I hear you speak.

Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.

Oh, sister, mother, Mary. 
Won't you exorcise for me.
The ghosts all these winters spent in bleak despondency.
The holy men of the mountain.
They pass judgement down on all.
But they're not fooling anybody.
Waiting for the fall.
We missed their call.

Oh, my baby.
Lay me down. (Repeat)

Sister, Mother, Mary


Oh, you wake.
From your sleep.
In the morning. 
Like a normal human being.
Then you take.
Intent: to keep.
Without warning. 
There's no thought of which to speak.

Oh, you don't have much to think about. 
Not gonna think it out. 
You're not gonna think about it now.
You never seem to worry out. 
All these things I worry about.
Everything is easy and boring.

Oh, you fake! 
Satin sleek.
Pressed up, meek. 
Never dawning.
Controlled. Safe.
Intent: to seek.
Rumpelstiltskin.
Just a golden bull.

Oh, and while you throw your weight about.
Others have to act it out. 
Others have to act it all strong.
You never seem to work it out. 
All these things I worked around. 
Everything is easy and wrong.

Float by on zephyrs incomplete. 
Too weak.
The high tide took you from your fleet. 
Floating.
Arrive a minute past the time. 
Unwise.
A hand that wouldn't hold the line. 
Drowning.
A toe that strayed an inch offside. 
Denied. 
No hidden hole in which to hide. 
Charming.

Oh, you fall. 
To your knees.
In the end.
Beg forgiveness from all.
Hypocrite. 
You intend to last. 
A borrowed past.
Salient witness.

Oh, you don't have much to think about. 
Not gonna think it out. 
You're not gonna think about it now.
You never seem to worry out. 
All these things I worry about. 
Everything is easy and boring.

Rumpelstiltskin slink about. 
Others have to act it out.
Others have to act for too long.
You never seemed to work it out. 
All these things I worked without.
Everything too easy and wrong.

Too weak.
Floating.
Unwise.
Drowning.
Denied. 
Charming.

Rumpelstiltskin

For all good that it ever did you.
Uselessly competing, now you're through. (As you do)
Cooking this up, just wishing, it's a task.
Kicking it up and screaming for the laughs. (Early bath)

You were not aiming for anything.
Over or above the fringes.
Underneath this mask, you're just a sponge. (Just a sponge)

For all the good that trying did for me.
Uselessly denying myself things. (Trying to win)
Cleverness can be its own downfall.
Killing off endeavour in it all. (You just stall)

You were not aiming for anything.
Over or below the fringes.
Underneath this face, you're just a sponge. (You're just a sponge) 

For all your golden talk of Kathmandu.
Underneath, there's nothing you can do. (How'd you do)
Cuckolded by anyone who dared.
Killing Fields have ruffled your blonde hair. (Not a care)

You were not aiming for anything.
Over and above the minimum.
Underneath the soap, you're just a sponge. (You're just a sponge)

You were wasted from the very start.
Opened up too much from the heart.
Underneath the scum, there's only sponge. (You're just a sponge)

Haul yourself up.
From the bottom we plunge.
From the depths it must be so.

We fight, we die, we all must go.
There you fall, the riverflow.

Sponge

We are the music makers. We are the dreamers of dreams.





Chase Thee Not! The Moon

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