All instruments recorded, mixed and produced by Iain Ross
Vocals recorded by Mark Fry

Mark Fry 'In Our Heavenly World'

The Chromosome Song

We do not want to know the truth
It’s not much fun to lose ourselves in truth
Who needs instructions from the world outside?
Who needs a map when we’ve got fish to fry?

And there is a history, a history to it
Side by side, with X and Y
There’s blood on our hands but we’ll have to get through it 
Side by side, with X and Y

We do not want the nameless fear
It’s going to get us let’s make one thing clear
Truth is we never meant to sow the seeds
Truth is we never meant to set them free

And there is a history, a history to it
Side by side, with X and Y
There’s blood on our hands but we’ll have to get through it 
Cos we’re on the side of X and Y

So safe inside our halls of power
We’ll fix the system in those final hours
We’ll tell you nothing as we go to ground
Blow up the satellites that track us down

And there is a history, a history to it
Side by side, with X and Y
There’s blood on our hands but we’ll have to get through it 
Cos we’re on the side of X and Y

Written by Geoff Smith

The Chromosome Song

Tormented is an excerpt from the book 'Good Grief....Please! A Dialogue with Death and Life' (Coming Soon) by Tish Ince- read by Tish Ince. Tish Ince is a poet, writer and theatre maker. The one woman show 'This Shite Grief' is formed from the book.   Follow her at Twitter https://twitter.com/ThisShiteGrief - Facebook @https://www.facebook.com/TishIncePoetWriter - Instagram https://www.instagram.com/tishincepoetwriter and at Rise Up Theatre UK - https://www.facebook.com/RiseUpTheatreUK

Good… Grief Please! A Dialogue with Death and Life

Tormented - Excerpt Good Grief… Please! A Dialogue with Death and Life 31 August 2021

The world is shutting down

Man to Man

3 pour 2 (2006 - 10) for 17 Musicians

Metamorphosis

Well I’ve been told, oh I’ve been told
There’s a hole in the centre of my soul
I’m growing old, oh I’m growing old
With a hole in the centre of my soul

Chorus
Now I would rather be
Rather be a soulful man
But I don’t really know
Really know who I am
Yes I would rather be
Rather be a soulful man
But I don’t really know
Really know who I am

I’m striking out though hope is lost
It’s time to risk no matter what the cost
Hoodwinked by grief. Swindled by fear
I‘m easily fooled ‘cos they’ve been my friends for years

Chorus
Now I would rather be
Rather be a soulful man
But I don’t really know
Really know who I am
Yes I would rather be
Rather be a soulful man
But I don’t really know
Really know who I am

Narcissus calls when I ignore
My body’s voice, so my body keeps the score
But woken by her soft lament
Nymph Echo bids farewell to my contempt

Chorus
Now I would rather be
Rather be a soulful man
And now I really know
Really know who I am
Yes I would rather be
Rather be a soulful man
And now I really know
Really know who I am

Metamorphosis

Stuff

When he first moved in back in ‘54
He could waltz around on the parquet floors
But he soon succumbed with no place to hide
He required a haven from the world outside

Well he made a start on the skip next door
Where he found a freezer so he’s now got four
And the one that works is a place of rest
For a pile of broadsheets and a mouse’s nest

And there’s no more space but he won’t be beat
So he brings in stuff from off the street
It’s the stuff he craves and thinks he needs
It’s beyond repair or plainly obsolete

As a London boy living through the blitz
He would stumble over a gift from Fritz
When a firebomb fell in the dead of night
He was first to find it in the morning light

So he told himself if he’d got some sense
He would let it linger by the neighbour’s fence
Tell his mum and dad, maybe sister Sue
But in spite of all this he knew what he’d do

And there’s no more space but he won’t be beat
So he brings in stuff from off the street
It’s the stuff he craves and thinks he needs
It’s beyond repair or plainly obsolete

And growing old is a curse: there must be nothing worse
And the hoard is a curse: because he knows what it’s worth

For years its home was a garden shed
Now it’s kept beneath him underneath the bed
And if sleep won’t come or if he can’t rest
He will hold it tightly up against his chest

So when he can’t be arsed with his meal on wheels
Or if outmanoeuvred by his ten TV’s
When the phone is lost because no one rings
He’ll unleash the firebomb upon all his things

And there’s no more space but he won’t be beat
So he brings in stuff from off the street
It’s the stuff he craves and thinks he needs
It’s beyond repair or plainly obsolete

Words and music by Geoff Smith 4th December 2017

Stuff

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