CLOUDS OVER HAPPY TOWN

electro ambient vocorded track. final version

Taken

High And Dry (Performed by Alih Jey)

One of my favorite Train tunes so thought I would try a cover of it.

Brian Pickup - Mississippi (Train Cover)

WOKE UP SMILING 
FEELING ALMOST HUMAN 
SO LOOK OUT BELOW 
SOMETHING IS WRONG HERE 
BUT IM SURE THE SKY WILL SOON START MELTING AGAIN 


CUZ EVERYTHING'S THE WRONG WAY ROUND 
IM SUNDAY DRUNK IN THURSDAY TOWN 
EVERYTHING IS UPSIDE DOWN 
SUNDAY DRUNK IN THURSDAY TOWN 


WOKE UP JOYFULL 
FEELING ALMOST ABLE 
BIRDS COUGHING BETTER 
AS THE WORLD'S FULL OF COLOUR 
BUT IM THE SURE THE CROWS WILL SOON START CIRCLING AGAIN 


EVERYTHING'S THE WRONG WAY ROUND 
IM SUNDAY DRUNK IN THURSDAY TOWN 
EVERYTHING IS UPSIDE DOWN 
SUNDAY DRUNK IN THURSDAY TOWN 


I SOME TIMES FEEL I'VE ARRIVED AT THE WRONG LOCATION 
STUCK AT THE AIRPORT AS THE TRAIN IT LEAVES THE STATION. 

EVERYTHING'S THE WRONG WAY ROUND 
IM SUNDAY DRUNK IN THURSDAY TOWN 
EVERYTHING IS UPSIDE DOWN 
SUNDAY DRUNK IN THURSDAY TOWN

THE MASTERBAKERS - SUNDAY DRUNK

WITH TALK OF PEACE AND THE JESUS RAP 
A LOVING KISS AND A FATHERS STRAP 
THEY STRAP ME DOWN AND HOLD ME BACK 
TIE ME UP AND GIVE ME SLACK 
WAVE THE FLAG AND LEAD ME ON 
POINT THE WAY AND CALL ME SON 
AND THEN THEY STAB ME IN THE BACK 

SO WHEN WILL WE BE HAPPY 
WHEN WILL WE BE FREE 
WHEN WE NEVER SEEM TO REACH 
THE PLACE WE'D LIKE TO BE 

WITH TALK OF GREED THE MONEY GAME 
IN FATHERS VOICE THEY CALL MY NAME 
TO PLAY THE COW WHO MAKES THE CASH 
THAT THEY THEN USE TO BUILD A STASH 
TO PROVE A POINT THEY PUT YOU DOWN 
CHANGE THE BLAME AND TWIST YOU ROUND 
AS THEY STAB YOU IN THE BACK 

SO WHEN WILL WE BE HAPPY 
WHEN WILL WE BE FREE 
WHEN WE NEVER SEEM TO REACH 
THE PLACE WE'D LIKE TO BE 
WE NEVER SEEM TO STAND 
AND WE NEVER SEEM TO FALL 
IN A MEDIOCRE MEDIUM WE CRAWL 

AND DAY AFTER DAY 
THEY TAKE MY DREAMS AWAY 
SEND ME OFF TO PLAY IN THE DARK 
AND DAY AFTER DAY 
THEY TAKE MY DREAMS AWAY 
AND THEN THEY STAB ME IN THE BACK 

WITH TALK OF PEACE AND THE JESUS RAP 
A LOVING KISS AND A FATHERS STRAP 
THEY STRAP ME DOWN AND HOLD ME BACK 
TIE ME UP AND GIVE ME SLACK 
TO PROVE A POINT THEY PUT YOU DOWN 
THEY CHANGE THE BLAME AND TWIST YOU ROUND 
AS THEY THEY STAB US IN THE BACK 

SO WHEN WILL WE BE HAPPY 
WHEN WILL WE BE FREE 
WHEN WE NEVER SEEM TO REACH 
THE PLACE WE'D LIKE TO BE 
WE NEVER SEEM TO STAND 
AND WE NEVER SEEM TO FALL 
IN A MEDIOCRE MEDIUM WE CRAWL

THE MASTERBAKERS - DAY AFTER DAY

A CRACKED MIRROR REFLECTS 
THE CRACKED FEATURES OF A CRACKED UP MAN 
BEHIND CRACKED EYES LIES 
THE CRACKED RELICS OF CRACKED UP PLANS 
THE CRACKED SMILES ON CRACKED DAYS 
THE CRACKED PATHS OF CRACKED WAYS 

A CRACKET MIRROR REFLECTS 
THE CRACKED PAST OF A CRACKED UP TIME 
IN A CRACKED MEMORY 
IS A CRACKED SHADOW OF A CRACKED UP PRIME 
THE CRACKED SMILES ON CRACKED DAYS 
THE CRACKED PATHS OF CRACKED WAYS 
HOW FAR WILL YOU STRETCH BEFORE YOU CRACK 
HOW LONG TIL THE LIGHTS FADE AND IT ALL TURNS BLACK 
HOW FAR WILL YOU STRETCH BEFORE YOU CRACK 

CRACKED ON THE SURFACE 
AND CRACKED TO THE CORE 
CRACKED LIKE A CUP 
THATS BEEN CRACKED ON THE FLOOR 

HOW FAR WILL YOU STRETCH BEFORE YOU CRACK 
HOW LONG TIL THE LIGHTS FADE AND IT ALL TURNS BLACK 
HOW FAR WILL YOU STRETCH BEFORE YOU CRACK

THE MASTERBAKERS - CRACKED

I AM GLUM BUZZARD.
KING OF CLOUDS OVER HAPPY TOWN
OF REGAL DESCENT I ALWAYS LOOK DOWN
UPON THE PEASENTS OF HAPPY TOWN

MY CLOUD OF BLUE BLOOD
IS FULL OF PLENTY AND LOADED WITH  FUDD
AINT THAT JUST THE WAY WITH BLUE BLOOD
I AM GLUM BUZZARD
THE CLOUDS ARE ALWAYS DARK ON YOUR SIDE OF TOWN WHEN IM AROUND
DONT TRUST EM
MORE GLUM THAN YOU CAN SHAKE A PLUM AT

SILVER CLOUDS ARE FOR PUSSY'S

THE MASTERBAKERS - GLUM BUZZARD

HEADED FOR THE CRISIS OF MY CREATION 
LIVING ON THE PLANET DOOM DESTINATION 
GONNA MAKE THE 13TH FLOOR ELEVATION 
AGITATED BY MY OWN AGITATION
THOUSAND MILLION CIRCUITS 
CLICKING IN MY BRAIN, 
BUZZ, BUZZ, DING, DING, 
THAT'S THINKING AGAIN


NO BREAKING FREE FROM MY IRRITATION
NO PEACE OF MY MIND OR PASSIVE SEDATION
NO HAPPY CHANGE OR RECUPERATION
ANGER AND RAGE IN PURE ESCALATION
THOUSAND MILLION CIRCUITS 
CLICKING IN MY BRAIN, 
BUZZ, BUZZ, DING, DING, 
THAT'S THINKING AGAIN


I WISH I COULD TURN IT OFF I
WISH I COULD TURN IT OFF I

SICK OF SEEING TRUTH COS I'M SICK OF BEING SAD
IT DOESN'T REALLY MATTER WHAT I NEVER REALLY HAD
EVERY TIME I LOOK TO SEE THINGS ARE LOOKING BAD
IT DOESN'T MATTER ACTUALLY I THINK I'M GOING MAD
THOUSAND MILLION CIRCUITS 
CLICKING IN MY BRAIN, 
BUZZ, BUZZ, DING, DING, 
THAT'S THINKING AGAIN
BUZZ, BUZZ, DING, DING, 
I'M THINKING AGAIN


THE MASTERBAKERS - WISH

I BEEN SMOKING OFF THE CALORIES
DROPPING BREAD ON THE FLOOR
THROWING FLIES INTO A STREAM 
AND LEAVING SIGNS ON THE DOOR 

WENT DANCING AROUND
ON THE TIP OF A CLOUD
I BEEN FALLING OVER MY FEET
BEEN STRUGGLING TO THINK 
WHEN I AINT HAD A DRINK
AND SPEAK TO PEOPLE I MEET

I BEEN TREKKING THROUGH HILLS AND FIELDS
WONDERING WHY MEMORIES LEAVE MARKS
LIVING IN BOOKS AND FILMS
AND STRUGGLING TO BRING MYSELF BACK

WENT HANGIN AROUND 
IN THE WRONG CROWD
DIPPING MY TOE IN THE SEA
BEEN STRUGGLING TO FIND 
FROM HERE ON THE SIDE 
A FISH IN THE SEA FOR ME 
AND WILL IT
SAVE ME
FROM MYSELF

I BEEN TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT THINGS MEAN
SITTING IN FRONT OF A PC SCREEN
LIVING IN A SMOKE FUELED DREAM
I BEEN TRYING HARD NOT TO BE SCENE

WENT DANCING AROUND
ON THE TIP OF A CLOUD
BEEN FALLING OVER MY FEET
I BEEN STRUGGLING TO THINK 
WHEN I AINT HAD A DRINK
AND SPEAK TO PEOPLE I MEET
BEEN LOOKING UP HIGH
AT THE COOL GREY SKY
AND DANCING OUT IN THE RAIN
BEEN WANTING TO KNOW
WHATS UP OR BELOW
AS I CIRCLE ROUND THE DRAIN
AND WILL IT
SAVE ME
FROM MYSELF

THE MASTERBAKERS - SAVE ME

Take what you need and nothing more
There’s nothing in running through open doors
The skills you need are not for free
It’s not for me; it’s not for me…

She’s the smart one, focussed, true
She plays with academia too.
We talk about our future here
Life in this celestial sphere…

Pick a song to keep you warm
To negate the passing storm.
Let it take you where you want
And in the morning carry on…

Don’t decry your fighting thoughts
The confluence is mine and yours.
Amongst them speak their language though
When home I speak my own…

Inducements on a string to chase
The dim light never leaves my face
Recently it’s nothing more
Than overworking to feel more poor…

Abrades my sensibilities
There’s more to life than chasing these.
The things I won’t substantiate
Are things unwelcome on my plate!...


The Confluence

Recorded '02 to early '03 at the Nathan Jones' place in Deganwy, North Wales. To date, the only album credited as a solo album.  

Some of it sounds a but predictable and a tail off from the 90's. I didn't listen to it for years as some of it is extremely personal and my voice wasn't in the best shape. But the songs are there and Nath records them with aplomb.

THE MASTERBAKERS - CRACKED

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