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Muscle Melody
01:43
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Why do the powers that be keep on
Stepping on all the wisdom you have?
Backlit at the golf club
Lighting their cigars on your O’s
Tarmac the forest paths
That weave through the crystalline yards
But when I circle the drain
Reeking of sweat
Tingle like wind chimes
All the tread-millers weak
Muscle melody, muscle melody
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2. |
Panic To Edible
04:15
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Ego in the mould
Panic in the centrefold
Those . . .
Trying for a hand
. . . are west coast tears
Wishing for a garage band
Been on the stun
Limp lines aghast
Wisdom in a gutter pun
And a stick poke tattooist
Ego
In the fold
Nothing on my sole
Bowls of west way lights
Not a threat but an offer
Swimming on the treachery
Sleeping on a pallid egg
Of a mulleted pork
Roll defeat on a county lane
Bring the fear, bring the fear
Course work on forgery tools
Bring the tears, bring the tears
Past lives all assembled for viewing
In the home town hall
Ring Mattheus, ring Mattheus
All the angles that inflict faintly
From the journalistic facade
Sing Delius, sing Delius
Panic! to edible
Panic! to edible
Panic! to edible
Delivered to your door
Considered but done for
Cheque in the chino
I did not get the pass
But I did all the work
Re-enactment! Re-enactment!
And it’s all meat
Loving girl
I saw action, I saw action
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3. |
I Am A Drag
01:52
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Who’s the boy in earnest drag?
I am a drag
Oh Simone what fun we had
But did I look bad?
Now the tale has caught the rag
I feel so sad
What do the people want?
Freedom!
What do the people want?
I won’t eat, the carbs will clag
I am a drag
Give the horse a piggy back
I want it back
Roll the dice, I’m a rutting stag
Now pass me the bag
What do the people want?
Freedom!
What do the people want?
And it’s hard to make something pure
And it’s hard to make something, sure!
But I will know everything in town
LIVE! LIVE! LIVE!
For gods sake, LIVE!
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4. |
Candied Wigs
04:44
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Sweet touch
On the anchor of the themed bowling alley
I belong, I belong to a rusty team
And my son, he backs the line
For the county
And we couldn’t be prouder,
Me and his mother
Things are fast approaching
Something unseen
But if we have family,
Who can come between?
Without alerting our sheriff of the family?
When his ashen face came to the door
I thought my boy had crashed
In his sports’ car
Some little cheerleader
Had said some crazy stuff
He’s never been rough
She must be making it up
Not my boy!
....
And if the candied wigs are selling
We put a bell above the door
She used to come in here
When she was little
Now she’s graduated to the record store
....
Yeah I totally believe
What happened with Stephanie!
Tom can be such a fucking cunt sometimes
I don’t understand why she’s with him
Just because he backs the line
His parents think he’s knight
In shining armour
They forked out all that cash after his crash
Playing chicken out on the Old Road
With some guy in satin pants and moustache
Stephanie, I believe ya!
What are they going to do?
I saw his Daddy
In the neon of the supermarket light
Whacked out of it but I…
Know I heard him coo: “Not my boy!”
....
And when his son fell off the horse
He dropped his clubs and fled the course
I’ve never voted Democrat
But who’d invent a thing like that?
....
And when the candied wigs are selling
Like to put a bell above the door
She used to come in here after school
Now she’s graduated to the record store
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5. |
Vigilance
03:08
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Hidden up a sleeve for me
Kindred spirits on the bone
Secret thoughts thick as twin bovines
She was tasting my cologne
If her love is a chariot of fire
And the wheels spin on the wind
Thinning binds on a calendar of lust
Is your conqueror a friend?
Rosie, I was keeping you in sport
Rosie, trends dictate your taste and all
Put your spell on a professional rod
And find a space upon the bank
I am the tourist at the tiger cage
I am the creature in the tank
If a tall dark stranger came along
Would you know why I am slain?
If you ever heard the symphonies I wrote
Would you even know the names?
Rosie, I was keeping you in sport
Rosie, trends dictate your taste and all
My vigilance to your every waking hour
Isn’t exactly what you need
It isn’t pretty when I bomb into the waves
Of your presence with uncharacteristic speed
Rosie, I’ve got nothing left to give
Rosie . . . LIVE!
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6. |
Secretary Talks The Talk
03:50
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Hot breeze of vinegar and salt
Waft around the buzzing park
Betty petty crime, school is out
Burn your lab books on the grass
Hit secretary cannot call
When she knows his papa’s armed
Even to glimpse her side
My heart is pulverised
That swift bikini tie
Will carry me to old age city
Sweet sniff of tarmac melting in
To the mammoth bones below
While the hot rods pump out gas
With italic girls in tow
Tight pollen count
But I love how it makes her nostrils glow
Even to watch her say
“I don’t mind having the plain”
Don’t let me douse this flame
I beckon it, escort me into ash
Hot breeze of perfume into my eyes
And I pulsate like a light
Betty petty theft
Of a pulmonary artery is right
How do you do?
Cool and inviting
Kissing was exciting
If only I had the strength
To conjure up the right thing
And sing the notes in order!
Devoid of exception
Born from affection
I just got to tell you,
I think about you daily
I think about you mainly
Light the signal
Start the vigil
You have my unwavering permission
To swim into obscure
I understand I’m foolish
I’m leagues under your seabed
But I would like to be there
In every sense
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7. |
Let's Be Together
03:09
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Mister, mister, mister, what a lie!
I was already on my bike
I wasn’t taking my time
I was over, I know what you mean
When you tell me I’m just a position
Mister, mister, mister, what a lie!
I was never gonna register the sign
I was already on my next valentine
I was already tinned in her brine
And I need you to know
The light is dying
And I know what I’m crying for
Let’s be together
Did you think that I would let you down?
Did you think I wouldn’t let you in?
I just wanna be old together
I just wanna be your Lover Supreme
Did you think that I would let you down?
Did you think I would run around so much
I know it’s such a thing …
For me to do
And I need you to know
The faces of these men
Will be the plus ones at your funeral
When you need the car,
But you’ve got the ethics
Oh yeah the moon is full
But my nerves; pathetic!
Let’s be together
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Martin smokes exotic cigarettes
On the roof of his bungalow
Dull weather and asleep on the wicker
Wingback, Chesterfield
St. Charles cabinets in a prop catalogue
People are saying that Frank Lee Morris
Lives down by the quarry
Presidential arc of the bow
Lighting up around my flammable feelings
If this be light and rock and roll
As soot they float off to the tune
You are the credible source
And I am the witness with feet in concrete plans
Still driven by suspicion of comfortable people
My judgement restricts absolute relaxation
So who am I to say?
Framed men will binge on rescue pastilles
Though I feel to know, to know
Do you ever have to feel to know?
Do you ever have to feel to know?
Maritime smiles, Jack Kirby fingers
He talks a lot about the people
And productions despised
Do you ever have to feel to know?
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9. |
Jacqueline Meets
02:20
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If you have asked in repent
For heart like a stone monument
Crumbled in the spice of her scent
Then you know Jacqueline
Once you have punctured the ice
Panic snake eyes on a dice
Somebody yells “sacrifice!”
And you hide your Jacqueline
Everybody knows that you got another man on a bleacher
See through the fist to the furnished antique
I wept for a life I did not lead
And weaker for it I suppose
I will seldom be speaker
Driving down just to stand in the sea
Just me and the sun
And the un-Bolex-able breeze
Bastardised language panics the gulls
And the moss covered skulls
And swim suited Jacqueline
Like a light on the bow of an arrow man
Standing wide-legged down on the strand
Aiming high at the fort of the conqueror
Singing a song as he shoots for the shin
Everybody knows that you gotta go back to the city
Where they pump arms full of smack and confetti
Circus performers get mugged in the heatwaves
Cup fulls of ice murder mice in the enclaves
Jacqueline wants to fill her house
With posers
Thousands of foes in gold and robes
And tied in a bow to assert their dominance
Jacqueline wants to fill her house
With children
Hundreds of kids
Removing the lids
While she mixes men like mojitos
She deserted her fans
Now I don’t give a damn about Jacqueline
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10. |
Jim Steranko
04:05
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Jim Steranko backdrops
You are pop art dots
We’re on patrol, we’re the moral cops
Fingers feel for the tone pots
I was walking in the green
Beyond the gates, caked in mist
And the thin rays
In a bend like cellophane
A lost warp on a second hand door
Now it opens to a different room
This frame will match your organ’s wood
I was walking in the green
Beyond the gates, caked in the mist
And the thin rays
And if you get the jump
I’ll move to the freer pump
If the language is good
He’ll be misunderstood
The bounty’s out, I’m in the bin
Now let’s conclude with a kiss by a car
Waiting on a rug to be pulled
Still in the mood for new love
Keeping Glastonbury free from gators
Tangents explode
Out a classic life narrative
Weak, observational bits in the courtyard
Booth of velvet, let him fantasise
I know you’re worried that your snot
Has crystallised and been spotted on site
On your long sleeve
And if you get the jump
I’ll move to the freer pump
If the language is good
He’ll be misunderstood
I wanna love, blinding me so
I wanna love
I can’t pretend I am an earlier form
Borrowing tips off a comparative fool
Put your money on the line
I wanna be your Mister Klein
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11. |
Weather Is Tent
03:14
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Local politician in a grease black car
Rolls down his window
And perspires on view
I heard his son died in war and they ‘aint got a body to ship
Your Aunty Jackie can’t bring herself to write the condolence card
But she does it anyway
Held tongue,
Back from the pawnbroker heirloom-less
And I know what to do
And I know when to stop
I think I love her and you
But I like it a lot
Finite hours on the sound in July
Little town pageants and high 99s
Jumping into those rolling waves
I found heartache in your polka dot togs
He was up at half moon hill
As the last bedside light flickered off
As the wind howled through the leaves
And he stepped to the edge with intent
And I know what to do
And I know when to stop
I don’t love only you
But I like it a lot
He let the business sharks feed
He made the club house bleed
But his son just died in the war
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12. |
The Vibration
04:58
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I will ring B.U.F.O.R.A in the morning
These vibrations felt tonight will be itemised
In the late bars by obtuse stars from the past
… And the future
In a timeless abode, we scored social graces
And I … And nobody in the mood
I stick the course with a light on the bay
Bobbing crime rates are dipping
And I don’t know where to start
Chiefs in the snug are chasing cartoon criminals
Around ex-funfairs
And every day ends with a laughing contest
My love for you is like a witness of a U.F.O
Blown out of proportion … I want to see it again
But from a distance
Someone awaits on the corner
In a black foreign make
Somebody lingers,
But tomorrow …
We’ll be falsehoods in the snow
If you live on the same street
If you move in obligatory circles
Sweep up the malice in an art deco palace
Promise me I can swim
In a four hour director’s cut
I flip between brittle and solid as a brick
“Duly noted,” she said
As crustaceans crawled our toes
Who is Julie?
And will her notes be made available?
LIVE! For god’s sake LIVE!
Felted fruit, felted fruit
Taking root, I’m on the docile tree again
Put your hands up,
But not so as to satisfy
And even as I get across the line
I didn’t think I would be innocently …
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Laurie Shaw Kenmare, Ireland
Laurie Shaw is a Wirral-born songwriter and producer. He now dwells in Ireland where he records from his mountain retreat. He often gigs in Cork, Dublin and the Merseyside area. He has released around 100 albums to date (all of which are available on request). ... more
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