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Archive
04:13
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Three words in my calendar tells me
I went swimming with you that night
A taxi from Asda in Fulwood in the ice
Warm breath and cigarette smoke in the moonlight
Sat here at my kitchen table
This stack of receipts to archive
Each moment relived through a scrap of paper
The Year of the Snake will be finally over tonight
A chit for two pairs of four cans of Carlsberg
In The Spar they were cheaper than eight pack on offer
The mood I was in cos I couldn't stay over
The mood I was in because of your brother
Sat here at my kitchen table
This stack of receipts to archive
Each moment relived through a scrap of paper
This annus horriblis will be finally over tonight
Amber leaf blonde with menthol filters
A pint of milk from that Plungington Spar
Well I still wander round Spars to feel close to you
Or the Co-op if the Spar is too far away
Sat here at my kitchen table
69 Love Songs are playing
Every moment relived through each faded date
The Year of the Snake will be finally over
This annus horriblis will be finally over
The year that I had you is going forever tonight
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Witch of Woodplumpton
04:15
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Shape changer, milk stealer
A thief with a jug disguised as a goose
Half skipping, milk dripping
Down from the animal's bill
That farmer cooked your goose
That goose it kicked the bucket
That bucket was no goose
The stories we tell to keep you girls in place
From Lilith of Eden to Joan of Arc
We've been burning and burying you from the start
You have to dig your way out of your own grave
You have to dig your way out of your own grave
You hobble down the cobbled
Streets - the children they catcall at you
You're a hag, you're a crone, you're a witch
You're a bit of a rich source of blame to be claimed
You lost your cottage on a bet
From Wesham raced to Catforth
That Black Dog bit your Rabbit's unlucky foot?
The race has always been rigged
From Lilith of Eden to Joan of Arc
We've been burning and burying you from the start
You have to dig your way out of your own grave
You have to dig your way out of your own grave
From Lilith of Eden to Joan of Arc
We've been burning and burying you from the start
You have to dig your way out of your own grave
From Lilith of Eden to Joan of Arc
We've been burning and burying you from the start
You have to dig your way out of your own grave
You have to dig your way out of your own grave
You have to dig your way out of your own grave
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Would you say that you're experienced?
Have you seen it all before? But Even so
Would you say that you're still curious?
Cos If you’ve never had your heart broken
Do I really want to know?
O youth of mine run off with time
Must I weep as you go?
O you and I could spend our lives
Can you recall all of the instances?
The cold air and
A shovel in your hand
Is this experience?
Well Your history trails behind you like a comet
that's coming in to land
O youth of mine run off with time
Must I weep as you go?
O you and I could spend our lives
O youth of mine run off with time
Must I weep as you go?
O you and I could spend our lives
You and I could spend our lives
O youth of mine run off with time
Must I weep as you go?
O you and I could spend our lives
O youth of mine run off with time
Must I weep as you go?
O you and I could spend our lives
You and I could spend our lives
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4. |
Paint It By Numbers
03:06
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Shall I compare thee
to the fundamental theorem of algrebaic K-theory?
Like Pythagorus said something's deeply irrational
About the square root of 2 where the 2 are me and U
And words diminish these important things
Let me show you the numbers
Tell you in numbers
Lay down the numbers
Paint it by numbers 4 U
If my heart doubled in size
If the body round my heart doubled in size
If the world round my body around my heart doubled in size
You wouldn't notice at all - how conventional
And words diminish these important things
Let me show you the numbers
Tell you in numbers
Lay down the numbers
Paint it by numbers 4 U
It may be a fiction
But these mathematical theories like our love
Like everyone's love
Are a useful fiction indeed
And words diminish these important things
Let me show you the numbers
Tell you in numbers
Lay down the numbers
Paint it by numbers 4 U
All things considered
When I look at the figures
It's an elegant solution
A foregone conclusion
That me and you
Are equal to you and me
- QED
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5. |
Please Write Responsibly
03:26
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Dmaj7 D6 Dmaj7 D6
Caug6/A Am(maj11) Caug6/A Am(maj11)
One day I wrote a story Upon a scrap of paper
And I left it in my kitchen To come back to and finish later
The Anecdote; while largely based in truth was exaggerated
The lives involved had been enlarged and their neuroses elevated
Well that Narrative it rose right up off of the paper, right off of the table Gone as quick as Clark Gable
And made right for my front door As fast as it were able
It whistled through the letterbox And rampaged down the street
Through every bookshop and every library in search of words to eat
Gmaj7 Bm7 E7 -
It stopped to pet a Shaggy Dog And the Dog grew 10 feet tall
This tall Tale wagged into office windows, shattering them all
Dmaj7 D6 Dmaj7 D6
Caug6/A Am(maj11) Caug6/A Am(maj11)
The Chronicle stalked the town It drank and fought through every bar
My Fable went and shot a man And stole off in his car
The Legend climbed a telegraph pole It slithered through the TV set
It slipped inside the phone lines And escaped into the Internet
Gmaj7 Bm7 E7
And then the trouble really doubled And the woes, they really started
My Fiction terrorised my enemies Left my friends all broken hearted
Dmaj7 D6 Dmaj7 D6
Caug6/A Am(maj11) Caug6/A Am(maj11)
This Yarn had caused more harm Than was ever my intention
I'd only scribbled words on paper I hadn't wanted this destruction
(spoken) I mean whoever got hurt by a Story? What Song brought a government to its knees?
What Poem dismantled a tank Or started World War 3?
Gmaj7 Bm7 E7
And As I tracked the trail of carnage Caused by my Fantasy
It leapt right out of my computer screen And began to attack me
Dmaj7 D6 Dmaj7 D6
Caug6/A Am(maj11) Caug6/A Am(maj11)
My Story tore me limb from limb All the while screaming with glee:
"Words are more powerful than you ever could conceive So please write responsibly!"
Gmaj7 Bm7 Bb
And as I wrote that final line From the kitchen I was in
I thought I'd save us all the bother Screwed up that Story and threw it in the bin
(end on D6 add e?)
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Eulerian Circles
04:11
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Put the people you love over there
Over here are the ones that you hate
In the space in between
This is the space where I will wait
Can you fly? Can you swim?
Can I let you in?
Can you climb? Can you fall?
Can you understand it at all?
For those that aren’t precious
With your time
Can you help draw the line?
In Eulerian Circles is where we reside
Draw a circle around all the thing you would want
And another around what you would leave
In those narrowing strips, in a dripping eclipse
In this ellipse is where you will be
Can you build or destroy
All your favourite toys?
Can they turn into weapons
Whilst in your employ?
For those that aren’t precious
With your time
They could help you define
In Eulerian Circles is where we reside
In Eulerian Circles is where we reside
For those that aren’t precious
With your time
Can you help draw the line?
In Eulerian Circles is where we reside
In Eulerian Circles is where we reside
In Eulerian Circles is where we reside
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7. |
Bee on a String
03:15
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D Bm Em A
Buzzing around
Dancing for hours and hours
Life is sweeter than the honey that I'm making for you
Life is sweeter than the honey that you're taking from me
Trapped in a box
You put me into a fridge
I'm getting sleepy, ah my eyes are getting heavy
So I think I'll rest my fuzzy little body on the floor of the
G A
Tupperware On the floor of the tupperware
Em7 A Em7 A
She keeps bees in a deep freeze
It makes them sleep so she keeps bees
On a string
When I woke up
From an uneasy dream
I found that I'd been tethered to a heavy length of yarn
I tried to sever but my clever captor wrapped it round her arm
O - Behind me now Which she held behind me now
She keeps me in a deep freeze
It makes me sleep so she keeps me
On a string
Gmaj7 F#m7 Em7 D/ then A on 2nd time
You're only pulling my leg
Or am I pulling my leg
In an attempt to bee free?
I know you're fascinated by me
But won't you let me be free?
Why won't you let me bee free?
O must…
You keep me in a deep freeze
To make me sleep so you keep me
On a string
She keeps me in a deep freeze
It makes me sleep so she keeps me
On a string
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O Joyce
02:55
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In 1944
Joyce's mother bought a pet Macaw
And named him Bobby Corwen
The bird sat in the parlour
Whilst Joyce and Mother played a game of
Gin or rummy til Joyce's Mum would say:
O Joyce - Joy joy joyce
Make us a cuppa tea?
In 1958
Joyce had a Daughter of her own
They would stay up late
Sewing sequins on her shoes
For some dancing show
Bobby squawking as they sew
Joyce's daughter asks her mum to go:
O Joyce - Joy joy joyce
Make us a cuppa tea?
In 1985
Joyce's daughter had a daughter of her own
And that Macaw was still alive
20 years go by
Joyce's mother dies
Life fully lived as fully a life can be lived
O Joyce - Joy joy joyce
Make us a cuppa tea?
O 60-something years have flown
Since Joyce's mother brought him home
Bobby Corwen in the parlour
Squawking down the years
Joyce and daughter's tears
At Joyce's daughter's daughter dancing
To the bird's refrain
O Joyce - Joy joy joyce
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There there On St Anne's Square
Stands Mr Simm's Olde Sweet Shoppe (rights reserved)
Purveyor of finest confectionery
Everton mints and jelly beans
Liquorice whirls and clotted creams
Mr Simm's Olde Sweet Shoppe (rights reserved)
Blackjacks, Fruit Salads and Aniseed Twists
Gargantuan gobstoppers - big as your fist
Jazzles and Fizzers and Raspberry Ruffles
And Iron Brew fudge and Italian Truffles
Is life some romantic tale
Where mystery and beauty
And the underdogs prevail?
Where we'll be happy together
Happy together
Happy forever
At Mr Simm's Olde Sweet Shoppe (rights reserved)
(breathe) I imagine a man with Majeika hair
Mrs Simm and the twins - it's a family affair
She tends the penny sweets - sweet Cherry Lips
He makes his famous Black Death Sour Pips
Is life some romantic tale
Where mystery and beauty
And the underdogs prevail?
And they'll be happy together
Happy together
Happy forever
Mr Simm's Olde Sweet Shoppe (rights reserved)
Rhubarb and custards and Coldsfoot rock
Uncles Joe's Mintballs, cough sweets and pear drops
It all paints a picture, a quaint little scene
Of Olde but colourful and fantastic dreams
But life isn't some romantic tale
Where mystery and beauty
And the underdogs prevail
Where we'll be happy together
Happy together
Happy forever
Mr Simm's Olde Sweet Shoppe (rights reserved)
Mr Simm's was established in 2004
There are 90 locations from Ashford to York
Is it a penny sweet when it costs 50p?
The 'E's in the name were only added last week
Retro is fashionable and vintage is 'in'
Repackaged and sold to us as the whimsy
Of Mr Simm's Olde Sweet Shoppe (rights reserved)
It's between a mall and HSBC
And a Starbucks has opened up over the street
Cos life isn't some romantic tale
Where mystery and beauty
And the underdogs prevail
Where we'll be happy together
Happy together
Happy forever
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Catherine moved here at the start of last year
The neighbourhood welcomed her in
To number 91 where she has so much fun
The minute that I disappeared
All the meetings they'll have About this and that
Make you feel so exposed In a small town like this
All you do is exist This is no place to heal
And Maggie moved onto this street last July
But it feels like she's lived here for years
At number 54 like a mule on the fifth floor
But she promises she's leaving soon
All the meetings they'll have About this and that
They like to talk about it In a goldfish bowl
Where you're losing control This is no place to heal
It's time to move on - You can't live here any more
You have to move on - You can't live here any more
You have to move on
It’s time to move on
For the love of god won’t you just please move along
Ivy moved onto this street yesterday
After 7 months away
Into 104a, the house where I long to stay
What will the neighbours think?
And all the meetings they had About this and that
Are all just delusions of mine how I wish we could meet
On a different street This is no place to heal
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Goodbye Sailor, your heart's not in it here any more
This party died last August as the leaves began to fall
And then the Rich Man he moved in, made his move upon the town
He built this playground pound by pound
But we're still clinging on to the party
Though it ended a year today
We’re still clinging on to each other
As the sun comes up
They've turned this club into a takeaway
Ahab's getting married and Peter Pan is dead
Lothario retired to an empty bed
Methusela's in the ground and Saint Pete has locked the doors
Even Old Nick has doused the fire and cast the ashes on the floor
But we're still clinging on to the party
Though it ended a year today
We’re still clinging on to each other
As the sun comes up
They've turned this club into a takeaway
Cupid's hitting puberty, his voice it finally broke
The Heritage expense accounts went up in smoke
And if you've ever had a dream then you've seen that dream die
Caught by my
Fingertips
Caught them in
Vice like grips
They caught the sunshine from the sky
And that’s why I cry
That we're still holding on to the party
Though it ended a year today
We're holding on to our breath
We're holding on for grim death
They’ve turned the club into a takeaway
They’ve turned the pub into a takeaway
They've turned our home into a takeaway
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12. |
Rushmore
03:48
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You can't get back those years you've lost
Don't mope let hope take root bear fruit
Go strong as long as you can
Don't waste your life on a memory
The wind will change both kind and strange
It's never as dark as you think
Take a breath - Let it fill your lungs
Take a beat - Let it fill your heart
Take a seat, Take a drink and you'll think
You didn't get hurt that bad
Don't waste your life on a memory
The wind will change both kind and strange
It's never as dark as you think
Take a breath - Let it fill your lungs
Take a beat - Let it fill your heart
Take a seat, Take a drink and you'll think
And you’ll think and you’ll drink
And You didn't get hurt that bad
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Granfalloon Manchester, UK
Manchester based composer and recordist. Lo-fi. Folk. Psych. Songs. Unusually long neck for a man my height.
Contact: info@granfalloonmusic.com
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