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C. 1993
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Instruments used: guitar percussion, bass, clarinet, chimes. Recorded at Freckleton.
The title alludes to the fact that everything in this world is unique. Every potato that has ever been, or ever will be, is somehow different from all the others. Likewise every grain of sand, every blade of grass etc.
Far Queue
A bloke goes into a post office, wanting to pay his car tax. He sees several long queues leading to the windows, so he asks the man at the end of the nearest queue, “Excuse me, but can you tell me which queue is for car tax?” The man points and replies, ”Far queue”. “Well bollocks to you n’ all, y’ cunt” says the first man.
Like A Miracle
Originally had completely different lyrics about revolution in 2001.In my lonely room
I was filled with gloom,
My heart was empty, I sat and cried the nights away.
Waiting for someone, staring at the gun,
My soul was sinking down a bit further every day.
My tortured heart could not contain
Those shattered feelings, or the pain.Then you lit up my world, like a miracle
You came to love me, and banished all the clouds away.
It’s a miracle; yeah you’re my girl;
You reached inside me; our love grows stronger every day.
No need to wallow in the past,
True love has come to me at last.
Lifestyle Leisure Music
Semi improvised piece in the style of “The Shrink”.
Back Door Man
Written by Willie Dixon.
I had the bass line worked out but no words to go with it, when I realized I could fit Back Door Man to it; so it wasn’t really a case of me wanting to cover the song.Ah am a back door man. Ah am a back door man.
Well, the men don’t know, but the little girls understand.When everybody’s tryin’ to sleep
Ah’m somewhere makin’ my midnight creep.
In the mornin’ when the rooster crow,
Something tell me Ah gotta go.Ah am a back door man. Ah am a back door man.
Well, the men don’t know, but the little girls understand.Take me to the doctors, shot full o’ holes;
Nurse cry, please save his soul.
Try me for murder, first degree;
Judges wife cry, set the man go free.Ah am a back door man. Ah am a back door man.
Well, the men don’t know, but the little girls understand.Cops wife cry, don’t take him down;
Rather be dead sleeping six feets in the ground.
When you come home you can eat pork n’ beans;
Ah eats mo’ chicken any man sees.Ah am a back door man. Ah am a back door man.
Well, the men don’t know, but the little girls understand.
Song Of The Moon Maiden
Another of Gillys’ student poems. I wanted her to sing it, but we never got round to doing it.Sit and soak my pleasures, for I will not return.
Find your secret treasures, and the unlocked soul turn.
Laugh amongst the flowers; dance into the dew.
You shall not fear what fear has brought for you.
For I have promised, and I will fulfil.The crazy, swirling colours, the red, the blue, the green;
The beautiful, the ugly, and many in between.
The mutants and the imbeciles, the idiots, the freaks;
So many still unclassified, so many obsolete.
For I have promised, and I will fulfil.Dare to view my scarlet face, watch the forest burn.
Weave your wreath of holly leaves, while the circle turns.
The sounds that you can hear are the ravens and the wolves.
You shall not fear what fear has brought for you.
For I have promised, and I will fulfil.
Sit With Me
The percussion rhythm is played on the same battery used in Uncharted's “Planetoid”.Come sit with me, here on the hill.
Breathe in and out, and remain still.
The world below will fade away.
We can make a better day.Sometime ago, we lost our way.
Now we don’t know just how to play.Have some faith: lose your mind.
Leave your worries all behind.
Take some time to lose yourself,
And, in time, you’ll find yourself.Sometime ago, we lost our way.
Now we don’t know, do do do do do.
Pork Hunt
Semi improvised backing.Ham, bacon chops and sausages.
We’re killing pigs, don’t take no hostages.
Stick a pig, gimme a pig foot.
Ham is a pigs arse.
Poor sow, stuck in a rape rack. The pigs are in prison.
Intelligent and clean, not like a human being.
We go the whole hog, shoot bolts through their brains.
Curly tails and trotters; bring home the bacon
Cut up into rashers.
Pigs squealing and grunting like death metal thrashers;
The sound of pain obscured by the rustle of money
Pulled from a pigskin wallet.Stop the hogwash. Take our snouts from the trough.
The prime porker is a mighty fine beast,
Too fine and noble to be served up at a feast.
We’ve mistreated pigs for thousands of years
And made silk purses out of sows’ ears.
If Jesus could manage water into wine
Why did he damage the gadarene swine?
Gods will or pigswill?
Two thousand beasts there grazed on the mound,
Sent into a frenzy by the son of man drowned.The day will come when the pigs run free;
Free from fear, no more torture in the name of food;
Free to trot through the fields, higgledy-piggledy,
Under the open sky;
And one day, pigs might fly.
Hard Hearted Woman
Started with the percussion track, then the other instruments fitted to itYou got two ways to talk, three ways to walk,
Four ways to mess up my mind.
You got one way to love me, ten ways to bug me,
A hundred ways to leave me behind.I asked your sister, I asked your father,
I asked you mother and your brother too;
But your whole family couldn’t tell me
What I’m supposed to do with you.You’re messing around, out on the town,
Staying out late every night.
Well I feel mistreated, let down n’ cheated;
Girl, you know it just isn’t right.You know I had to go to the doctor,
To see if he could find me a cure;
He said, “Son you be dealing with a hard hearted woman,
That’s nothing but trouble for sure.”Nothing but trouble, Nothing but trouble,
Nothing but trouble for sure.
He said, “Son you be dealing with a hard hearted woman,
That’s nothing but trouble for sure.”.
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You Did It
Gillian Thrilling – vocals.
Gilly made the words up on the spot.stood alone at the bus stop,
Waiting for you to come;
I knew you wouldn’t turn up,
Like the last time you done.
You’ve gone and packed your suitcase,
You’ve gone and taken your things.
Well you just see who cares,
I don’t give a damn.Well you did it, did it, didn’t you baby?
You went and did it, didn’t you?
Well you did it, did it, didn’t you baby?
Oh I curse you.Well there I was all alone,
I didn’t have nobody to phone
You told me that you’d always be there
But now you know you haven’t a care.Well you did it, did it, didn’t you baby?
You went and did it, didn’t you?
Well you did it, did it, didn’t you baby?
Oh I curse you.
Annihilator Gun 2
Listen to it here
I accidentally played the master tape of “Annihilator Gun” with the controls set for a different number. I thought it sounded much better than the original mix, so I used it, and added a clarinet to play the “Blue Moon “ motif.
Spanish Eyes
This had been going round my head for a while. It’s not exactly Spanish Eyes, but so near that I can’t take any credit for composition.
Flowercrush
Originally longer but shortened to fit the tape.