1. |
Make Sense
05:38
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Deep in the night heʼs a learner who canʼt keep left
Assumes the position of one fairly circumspect
He wanted to be riding
The weight between his legs would not forget
Wakes from the shadows
Stirs from his stew
Into the shower he let it rain and scraped away the grime
Filled his ears with insults from his radio online
Why canʼt I make sense of things like normal people do?
Pedalling the hard way he coasts down to Chalkdock Flett
Scratching the beach with one fork and an epithet
He wanted to be kinder
To all the cars of those he never knew
It hides in his shadow
Sleeps in his shoes
Walked onto a shell bank as the sun began to shine
Nestled down amongst the kale because he had the time
Why canʼt I make sense of things like normal people do?
Breakers and shadows
Plastic and tin
Every day he spent at school it swallowed him alive
Passed his only test of worth when he was 35
Why canʼt I make sense of things like normal people do?
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2. |
Than Ever More Than
06:10
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Meet me in the graveyard
Iʼll walk you to your front door
Present a box of packages
Theyʼre weapons as a by-law
Meet me by the Rowntree
Iʼll guide you from the city
Weʼll take a bus to Fattiehead
But never throw stone at locals doing cartwheels
My life revolves around your needs
Youʼve earned the right to need me
More than ever
More
Meet me at the Heroes
Bring your flags of virtue
Iʼll walk you to the front line
And let you represent me
Let me loose your collar
Don't forget your purse and pepper spray
With pockets of mayhem
Targeting your hurt at the slightest deviation
My needs are served by your resolve
Youʼve earned the right to be me
More than ever
More than evermore
Kiss me in the garden
In a trench under Gethsemane
Dabbed your eyes with Gold Top
Put pepper in your sandwiches
Tie Him down with wordchains
Of latin-laced sticky tape
As victims in a hurry
Our triggers feel so right
When thereʼs nothing much to think about
Let me be guided by your needs
Your indifference needs some guidance
More than ever
More than evermore
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3. |
Clever Hans
04:10
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Hans tapping on the floor
Causes much applause
Keeps them tinkering
Attentions divided
They gathered round the shed
Where he was safely stabled
Hoof-committing calculus
With intelligence enabled
Two times five is too much for me
Dear goddess Epona show some clemency
All that I want is what does me some good
A dumb brute is so much safer
Hands writing on the wall
Continues to explore
Keeps them tinkering
His new pet companions
Unguarded moments
Were fleetingly enabled
As clever Hans puts food
Squarely on the table
One plus one, it all equals hay
A carrot for a stick says the human prey
A crease on the brow and a sigh in the air
Hans becomes Freud's little bitch mare
Eighteen people staring back at me
Ten wearing hats, eight more have fleas
four hundred and ten cobbles laid out in squares
one hundred thoughts and eighty two gestures
I want to multiply the people who believe where I tread
Defy consensus of a science that makes claims on my head
Create a bias that's unconscious now it's oh so in vogue
Subtracting viewpoints with another ten gestures
Hans the Trotter likes to tap along and dance real cool
He's at his best asleep but sometimes likes to jump on a fool
Hans the Trotter is as keen as they come and they go
He's a keen-eyed superglue hero
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4. |
Peaceful Day
06:02
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A thrill is in my hands
On a sharp bright June
My tracks trace the hem of the sea
A path worth wandering
And never once did we think of the time
Slipping by
Peaceful day
Peaceful day
We, snakes in the grass
Drinking warm Corona
While hiding from the our chosen enemies
Sparks under my heels
The slapback click of concrete
As I walk the cooling underpass
Peaceful day
Peaceful day
Lacewing stuttering
It glitters for a while
t
hen is blown into a patch of open sky
Of all that I am
Of all the things Iʼm not
Well I can gaze upon my own free mind
Peaceful day
Peaceful day
The sky, through beer-shaped glass
A star system that bubbles
In the gaze of a thoughtful man
Hail to my best thing
You pulled me from my drifting
And trapped me in the arms of a better life
Peaceful words are worth more
When being calm and Ernest
Less Austen-tacious
Then a trip to London
Orwell that ends well
Said the Wilde Victorian
The Woolf is at the door
And seems to be re-Joyce-ing
Steel yourself away
Armed with many shaking spears
Weʼll lose you in the night when weʼre
Poe, King in Burroughs
Fortunate wandering
Along the lapping Shaw-line
Picking up Joules from
Deep within the ocean
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5. |
Satellite Dust Miners
04:00
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6. |
Drifting (Autumn lament)
04:05
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Deep as the ocean and wide as the sun
Fast as the signals that flow as we run
I believe, when I leave
my shape is secure
When I go, riding high
more regarded
Bring on the sunset and 50 watt moon
Where shape-shifting starlings collide in the gloom
Watched the rain, sparkle gold
Under street lamps and paths
Windows glow, in our homes
Without candles or hearths
Once was a ruby but now Iʼm a man
And withheld all my cards in a box under sand
On our knees, in the soil
Where some culture is grown
In the air, tumbledown
Itʼs a new life from sculptured decay
As the leaves, fall from trees
being no less secure
Caught on wheels, stuck in chains
Where the sun tracks the trace of their days
As the leaves, fall from trees
being no less secure
Caught on wheels, stuck in chains
Where the sun tracks the trace of their days
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7. |
Home
06:05
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He trod on the tails of the Union
And carried some words in his coat
While out walking once in the city
He dug his own personal moat
For all the people scorned
Few had been less mourned
Leapt into the future
He will live alone
He will live alone
It fills his head, but not his bed
Dreams like these won't take you home
Wide and pale, high and frail
Days like these won't bring you home
She dreamt she had wings and a stallion
But travelled the world in a boat
While boarding a ship from Southampton
Still grasping the letter he wrote
Her feelings were returned
Her stomach feels the burn
She leaps into the future
She will be alone
For a while she sleeps alone
Find a trail, be less frail
Days like these will take you home
Climbed and scaled, tried and failed
Itʼs not just dreams that bring you home
All the helping hands
Opened up the lands
Prosper and bewilder
For the moment, building homes
And still they slept alone
The key was in the lock
The lock was on the door
The door sat in itʼs doorframe
The frame set in the floor
Open up the door
The floor explains the room
covered by the walls
Which rise up to a ceiling
And then another floor
Beneath more waiting doors
Other lives will come
As otherʼs lives have gone
We gathered in our kitchens
All have found their home
You too will find your home
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8. |
Rex On The Beach
06:40
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He walked to the edge of the sand
Looked out at a dark green ocean
It shrugged and looked back at him
He dragged and set his deckchair down
On the edge of the dark green ocean
Gave out tickets from a Hot dog stand
A happy crowd now gathered round
The King sat down with a grin but no sound
Nature's hand will sway
Kings command and all give way
The tide rose and it covered his knees
His mind set on a new direction
The crowd puzzled but they did not leave
He shivered deep as the cold seeped in
His heart fell into a new vibration
He knew exactly what theyʼd think of him
The crowd dispersed they did not approve
The King sculled for awhile but he did not move
Our King it seems is just a man
Cnut cannot though we said 'He Can'.
He now drives in an ice cream van
Cool dairy served to every occasion
Keeps his crown in a slushy bin
A King remains at large, yet small
His deeds melted by some High & Mighty
This king sits beneath the law
They talk of the fool like he wasnʼt there
Broken dreams (so it seems) always ends the affair
But deep down low they all knew
Blinding faith was their clue
Boo-hoo!
Ninety Nines and Super Stars
Cornish Mivvies and Mini Milk bars
Funny Faces, Fabs and Zooms
Orange Maids in the afternoon
Ninety Nines and Super Stars
Cornish Mivvies and Mini Milk bars
Funny Faces, Fabs and Zooms
Orange Maids in the afternoon
The man with a crown should remain small
Only the deeds of a King stands tall
Under the mountains under the clouds
This king aspires to be lost in the crowd
Man with the crown should remain small
Only the deeds of the king stand tall
Under the mountains under the clouds
The king aspires to be lost in the crowd
Lost in the crowd
Lost in the crowd
Lost in the crowd...
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9. |
Mortal Orbits
06:23
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On the water, sirens pulled him down
Creeping daylight blinds the night sky
Starfield stallion, in a coal mine
Northward points to one cold straight line
Swung out on your own
Gathered pace and ideas
Stars that regard you
Spin at your side
Those we know
, come and go
Hitched to each other and round-they-go
Close enough
, sad enough
But we donʼt fall like rain
Wander wider, so it comes back round
Heavens meadow, like a junkyard
3 tall angels, mischievous and blind
Sent you home once through a car park
No song was sung
In this velvet arcade
Magnets of strangeness
Spin deep inside
For all we know, the satellite
Looks down on earth and canʼt let go
Those we know,
come and go
But we donʼt fall like rain
Fiftypoint Eight One Three
Six Six Three
(50.813663)
Minus Two Point fortyseven
fortyseven Seven Seven Seven
(-2.4747777)
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10. |
25 Kites
08:26
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Pride was convinced by the stuff of it
A broad light swings from the roof of it
Crouched low in fear, bends some of it
The coats of the graceful
Hides the disgraceful
Things sensed, closed under
Blind faith will stun ya
Too soon the silence falls like snow
Heart lands, missed moments
Cured by components
Unordered by the clash of lands
Some would desert faith lumbering
But nowhere to send ya
Glowing like an ember
Flew high, at moments
Pulled down, in moments
Reduced the sky for TV sports.
The higher they go, the lower we feel
The lower we go, the purer we are
Cut off their strings quick and shoot them all down
Sameness is fairness
All around us it kept summering
Looked down and saw the gates were closing
As they gathered in their playpens
No land was safe as the hordes rolled in
So they flew
A broad light swung from the roof of it
Broad like the sunlight
Or high as a kite might
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Big Blue Car England, UK
Big Blue Car writes and releases musical sets which fluctuate across a number of decades and styles. Sometimes easily and sometimes with the efficiency of a fish on a bike.
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