1. |
Come Out to Play
03:35
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Come Out to Play (Sacre, Page, Birch – 3.35)
Please find my phone, I’ve got something new to say
Bowie and Braque just came over here to play
Please find my phone, I’ve got something new to say
Bowie and Braque just came over here to play
We made muddle, not music
Sins against reality, sins against reality
Objects, fragments, aleatory
Seems to me like we all got a debt to pay
For that day when Bowie and Braque came out to play
Seems to me like we all got a debt to pay
For that day when Bowie and Braque came out to play
They set us free with brushes, pop and poetry…
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2. |
The Marabout
02:49
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The Marabout (Birch – 2.49)
A Super-8, digitised and greeny-blue, still shows the disdain of a child
Who’s had enough of endless sands and flaring sun
And the Atlantic Ocean’s bulkheads
We lay down, we jumped up!
We lost some coins, and found a cup
We seemed to sing, silently
Then walk right off the reels for tea
A little burnt, a little blown
She was so fair, we should have known
I recall a terrace near The Marabout
A new century found us climbing Thuja trees
The perfect place for dodging bullets
Fired from the ranks of respectable society
I’d still take the surly wasps and ragwort
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3. |
English Weather
02:39
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English Weather (Sacre, Page, Birch – 2.39)
Had a green jacket in my prowling days
Now I’m content to while away rainy hours in my front room
Watching Withnail in the gloom
The flowers won’t be complaining
Now that it is raining
Gutter rainbows, lolly stick jokes
Hipsters searching blue plastic coats, for smokes
I feel myself unravelling
I’m at the end of my tether
Just wandering through the park
Soaked to the skin in english weather
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4. |
Factory
03:09
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Factory (Birch – 3.09)
Lucky’s gone evangelist
Ilya wonders if he’ll ever kiss
The girl with pink braids on line three
And this Charlie Chaplin can’t keep up
With the sailors on the mezzanine!
No machines of loving grace are these
Banter is the only engine grease
“No, I don’t follow a team…”
Its really not as bad as it seems
If you don’t watch the clock
A watched clock is stuck, until we get
Out of the factory , into the night
The city far below is a sea of lights
I can see as far as the Isle of Wight
It’s alright, it’s alright
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Skymen
03:36
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Skymen (Sacre, Birch – 3.36)
Dark was the night, cold was the ground
Skymen rave, and they love
Misbehave, oh what they would give
For the flowers they misplaced
For the flowers they almost gave
To the one, to the one
You’re so cold you could freeze the seas
You’ve got me begging please don’t go
As though the Skymen really did exist
As though dead flowers could re-grow
And grow, don’t go
When you’re gone I despise the peace
Hate the facts I’ve come to know
Space the skymen could not resist
Where black flower seeds are blown
And sown, and grown
Black hole blues old star disease
Dead flowers bloom when lovers go
In mind’s dark space doubt persists
The Skymen tend them and they grow
And grow, don’t go!
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IBEX Lewes, UK
Lewesian Ibex have famous and exotic relatives: the Nubian Ibex of Sudan; the Ethiopian Ibex, and the Alpine Ibex, once
considered to be a magical beast.
Whilst lacking the impressive horns of their cousins, this quintet are frequently spotted climbing twittens or grazing in The Lewes Arms. On rare occasions, they have been observed scaling the vertiginous Cliffe to take a salty mineral fix.
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