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1 Memento Maureen
05:00
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The colour of hydrangeas in your hair
And the lingering smell of Chanel no. 5
If it’s good enough for the Jones
Then it’s good enough for me
Memento Maureen
Remember you will die
By and by
So cross your heart
And stick the needle in the groove
It’s time to move
Nothing to prove
Don’t need no bread
Don’t lose your head
Can’t take it with you anyway
Nothing else to say
Time to dance the night away
Star of the sea, guiding light to sailors
Feeling the rhythm of Queens, to the Velvet factory
Most beloved and rebellious child
O, Little Mo, why’d you go away from me?
Memento Maureen
Remember you will die
And so will I
Along with everything and
Everyone you love
Heaven’s above
And earth below
Well, waddya know?
When it’s your time to go
Just let the river flow
Maybe see you later in the aftershow
But live today
In your own special way
Memento Maureen, and Pauline and Barbara
Remember Brenda and Linda and Christine.
Think of you and me
Revolving on this blob of tumbling earth and sea
Around a ball of blazing energy
Destined to suck us in and consume us completely
Memento Maureen
Remember you will die
By and by
Memento Maureen
Remember you will die
And so will I
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2 Semi Functional
03:47
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I have evidently irritated the couples
With facts such as ‘married’.
on the verge of an abundance of tropes,
I don’t have much to say in between.
What is all this?
What is all this about?
Where are you taking me?
What do you take me for?
I’m now excitedly awaiting the day
the big cheeses finally open the programme
that shows real people
walking up to a closed door,
to open it themselves.
What is all this?
What is all this about?
Where are you taking me?
What do you take me for?
I am semi-functional
I am semi hemi demi quasi-functional
but I don’t feel right inside
My head hurts and my heart aches
My skin prickles as I lie awake
to avoid the dreaming terrors
What is all this?
What is all this about?
Where are you taking me?
What do you take me for?
My whole life is thrown into panic.
By what is she going to say about her creation?
‘I made it thin at one end and fat at the other’.
well, what a revelation
What is all this?
What is all this about?
Where are you taking me?
What do you take me for?
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3. |
3 O Cherry Tree
04:49
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The only green thing left alive at number twenty three
Is a solitary much beleaguered cherry tree.
They gravelled over lawn and shrubs to park their cars
And astroturfed the back where there once was grass.
Then they cut off all the low stems so their boys wouldn’t climb them,
But purchased a plastic climbing frame: a cunning retail stratagem.
Oh cherry tree
In my neighbours garden
Shower me in your
Falling blossom
Oh cherry tree
Bathe me in your red leaves
Feed the roosting birds
your delicate fruit
He goes outdoor with his electric garden gadgets
And huffs and puffs at a falling leaf but somehow fails to catch it.
Gas fired barbecue smokes out the neighbourhood.
He bellows at his screaming kids for sword fighting with bits of wood.
Their rabbits stay inside their hutches; nothing out there to eat as such.
Run a marathon to keep on living, take what nature keeps on giving.
Oh cherry tree
In my neighbours garden
Shower me in your
Falling blossom
Oh cherry tree
Bathe me in your red leaves
Feed the roosting birds
your delicate fruit
I want to put up sign in my garden saying:
Earthworms and woodlice, come frogs and newts,
All Swallows and robins, you Hedgehogs and badgers,
All life welcome here.
Oh cherry tree
In my neighbours garden
Shower me in your
Falling blossom
Oh cherry tree
Bathe me in your red leaves
Feed the roosting birds
your delicate fruit
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Everyone’s an artist ’til the rent is due
’Til there’s bills to pay
I need something to ease the pain
To make me feel real again
(a) TechNomad in the digital wilderness
(a) TechNomad in the digital wilderness
Long midday shadows obscure the frozen ground
Contrails divide the turquoise January sky
Twelve cows in the field,
Like a biblical prophecy,
Two of them are brown.
One magpie.
(a) TechNomad in the digital wilderness
(a) TechNomad in the digital wilderness
Everyone’s an artist
Everyone’s an artist ’til the rent is due
’Til there’s bills to pay
I need something to ease the pain
To make it real again
(a) TechNomad in the digital wilderness
(a) TechNomad in the digital wilderness
Everyone’s an artist
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5. |
5 Skipping Song
03:40
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Apples, peaches, pears and plums,
Jump when your birthday comes,
Is it January, February, March or April,
May, June, July or August,
September, October, November, December
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, Catch a tiger by the toe.
If he hollers, let him go, Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.
Strawberry shortcake, blueberry pie,
Who’s gonna be the lucky guy?
Soft as butter warm in the sun
Who’s gonna be the lucky one?
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6. |
6 A Declaration
04:56
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I come here to feel
To feel real
To feel well
To feel okay
To feel whole
To feel like me
I come here to feel
Did I hit a vein?
Like a bleed in the brain
Did I hit a nerve?
More than I deserve
Or can expect,
Confirm or reject
To drown out the noises
In my head
DREAM
DRAMA
AM DRAM TRAUMA
TRA LA LA
ATTRACTOR
TERROR
TRAUM
I defend with music and making
And thinking and being.
I value uniqueness
Even if it is vague, timid and tiny.
And tinny.
I commit to do more and be more,
This is now
This is the new future.
I fucking dare.
I call on all persons here present
To say FUCK YOU
and NO MORE.
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Ricky’s gabardine dream
Suited and overcoated
ready to be promoted
Ricky’s gabardine dream
cardinal tabard
hard not to let down your guard
It’s tailor made but hard to put your finger on
is it a shawl, a cloak, a poncho,
no portmanteau, a wrapper
for Capote or Van Dyke
for Bertha Pelerine Victorine
a modern day flapper
or any old slapper
Ricky’s Gabardine Dream
Ricky’s Gabardine Dream
Ricky’s Gabardine Dream
The return of the Mac
The return of the Mac
The return of the Mac
Ricky’s gabardine dream
wrapped in plaid
it’s the best he’s every had
Ricky’s gabardine dream
Draped in tweed
it’s all he’ll ever need
Ricky’s gabardine dream
The return of the Mac
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8. |
8 March of the Retrobots
05:18
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9. |
9 Guitar 88
04:22
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Hey sweet princess, whatcha need?
I like your colours, yes indeed
Take my hand and we’ll walk the floor
Dance the rumba, maybe more
Have some fun and then play about
Use you up and then wear you out
Mama said that you should take care
With the boys from over there
I don’t care if you don’t feel great
I got my guitar eighty eight
I don’t care if your time is late
I got my guitar eighty eight
When I’m feeling like a jerk
girl you’re kickin’ me out to work
Need some money an’ a place to share
but when I need you you’re never there
smoking heavy an’ drinkin’ late
I got my guitar eighty eight
Life is in the hands of fate
I got my guitar eight eight
you better run, you better run for your life
got no hope, no one gives a damn
For my kid I didn’t have no plans
So I’m wasting here in the floor
Till someone kicks me in the jaw
Now your eyes are full of hate
lookin at my eighty eight
Now you walking out the gate
All I got’s this eighty eight
Sold the eight to pay the man
Into the fire from the frying pan
I got nothing left to give
This is the life I chose to live
now my life is second rate
without you or my eighty eight
You my son I must educate
don’t lose your life to the eighty eight
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10. |
10 Beau Travail
03:25
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We all have a trashcan deep within,
It’s just my theory,
Deep and dark, and seething with malevolence.
Bowing to the dignity of labour: the discipline of laundry and ironing.
Kneeling in perfect white crystals.
“serve the cause and die”
This is the rhythm of my life,
my life, oh yeah, the rhythm of my life
This is the rhythm of my life,
my life, oh yeah,
Rhythms of dark and light, coloured patterns of icons and rituals.
A well made bed and a pistol, blood and justice.
Corporeal seduction, bodies training and bathing.
Balletic stretches in hot dust, gyrating in front of mirrors.
“This is the rhythm of my life”
dancing with reckless beauty.
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11. |
11 Gute Reiser
04:39
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Happy trails to you, until we meet again
Happy trails to you, keep on smilin' until then
Who cares about the clouds when we're together?
Just sing a happy song and bring along the sunny weather
Happy trails to you, until we meet again
Some trails are happy ones, but others are blue.
It's the way you ride the trail that counts
Here's a ridin’ song for you
Happy trails to you, until we meet again
Happy trails to you, keep on smilin’ until then
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12. |
12 Oh My Beautiful One
04:36
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oh my beautiful one
precious beyond measure
I miss you when you’re away from me
my beautiful one
Notes from a black book on a train back from the West:
In the dark there is no escape from what is buried beneath.
When you are waking you arch and flex;
Both like my dying granddad and a shadow of ultrasound.
I am sad that you forgot that happy afternoon in the park by the river.
Times carried far away in its flow, all dredged up like shingle.
There were times which scarred and grazed you, and me too, in ways.
I hope you also forgot those stinging antiseptic tears.
oh my beautiful one
my greatest treasure
I miss you when I’m away from you
my beautiful one
I have to confess
I have been secretly reading in the bathroom
‘Dessus les pavés le plage’
And I’ve eaten all your special biscuits and cake.
I inhale your wake.
Tell me, what are you running from?
Be sure, it will get you in the end.
Look at me and you will see it’s caught me, but it’s not catching.
Oh my beautiful one
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benjamin_sanguine Winchester, UK
artist | musician | dad
experimental indie pop from the South of England.
new albums keep coming, and some more old stuff coming up for free.
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