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1000 BOOKS - LYRICS & CREDITS
Written and performed by Shriekback: Barry Andrews, Martyn Barker and Carl Marsh.
Produced by Christoph Skirl at Echo Zoo Studios, Eastbourne (may-oct 2021)
Backing vocals: Wendy and Sarah Partridge,
Bass on tracks 2,3 & 6: Scott Firth.
cover art: Joe del Tufo (Moonlamp photography)
Space in the Blues
Pick the low-hanging fruit
From the red tree of fluid
Is it substance abuse that's the cause
Or did love make me do it?
Be not afraid of beauty
Do not avoid the light
Beware the cold stagnation
That comes by surprise like a thief in the night
I am sharp and divine
I am biding my time
Antiseptically clean to the end of the line
At the boundary edge
The infinity net
If there's a limit I've not found it yet
So I'll fall, fall, fall
Through the space in the blues
Nurse a dark tender bruise
In a hotbed of ruin
Is the margin of error so small
That we cannot hold to it?
Be not seduced by anger
Do not abandon trust
Deny the fragmentation
That drives all we hold dear to fall into dust
I am shimmer and glare
I am vanishing rare
Escaping like steam making love to the air
By the glowering wall
The enabling shade
Some caustic decisions have yet to be made
And I fall, fall, fall
Through the space in the blues
Squeeze the last primal juice
Under mirrors and sequins
Is the whirlpool dragging us down
Or do swimmers burst through it?
Be not in thrall to prophets
Do not regret mistakes
Dismiss the old frustration
Twists body and mind in its grip til they break
I am blessed and cursed
I am fearing the worst
Obsessively charting our last days on Earth
In the luminous dawn
The irrational gleam
With everything coming apart at the seams
I will fall, fall, fall
Through the space in the blues
UNHOLINESS
No summer time
Just winter fear
Unkind, unkind, unkind
The stricken face
The constant stare
Unwind, unwind, unwind
Waiting for an answer
Answer comes there none
Gonna never leave the nether world
Gonna never get you some
Everybody say
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Unholiness, unholiness
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Some perfect mess, some perfect mess
All improvised
There will be tears
It's fine, it's fine, it's fine
Some savage grace
Is coming here
In time, in time, in time
Waiting for a reason
Reason slipped away
Gonna never leave the netherworld
This or any day
Everybody say
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Unholiness, unholiness
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Some perfect mess, some perfect mess
Talkin' 'bout a head shot
Talkin' 'bout a crimson flower
Talkin' 'bout the underground
Talkin' 'bout super powers
The signifier and the signified
The petrified and the petrified
The drones, the bones, the shrunken heads
These are the monsters under the bed
Defamation, the easy lies
The bogeyman ate all the pies
Dissent, disease, the trembling knees
And, oh, your soul is burning
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Unholiness, unholiness
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Some tenderness, some tenderness
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
In loneliness, in loneliness
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Some perfect mess, some perfect mess
PORTOBELLO HEAD
defrock me
windsock me
cock block me
in a limited way
consume me
perfume me
and groom me
wipe the mess away
sincerely..
just merely
Cuff me to the radiator Cuff me to the radiator
inflame me
rename me
mainframe me
in the light of day
it's dirt cheap
one big heap
it won't keep
shovel it away
inject me
inflect me
hook me to the generator hook me to the generator
I get on on my belly
gonna roll around
in the satellites the choirs are singing
Down in the Jelly there's a world unbound
phantasmagoria of virtue clinging
inspect me
dissect me
resurrect me
20 times a day
I hoarded
the sordid
- we all did -
then let it out to play
I went there
got bent there
blessed be the stimulator blessed be the stimulator
I get on on my belly
gonna hit the ground
on the leatherette the tyres are burning
Schiaparelli - don't mess around:
all the pestilence of love returning
(front brain - mainframe,heavier than lead:
you'll never get the better of the Portobello Head)
SLOWLY AT FIRST THEN ALL AT ONCE
Love is where it falls and then it falls away, they say
but this view is sentimental:
I think you'll find, in both directions,
that the gradient's more gentle:
love grows by increments - one day that revelatory kiss
then she's who you spend your nights with -
who you mix your essences with and who you will be the one..
you have the fights with.
And the ways of the world are strange - the steeple-bells they chime
saying: 'history don't repeat itself; it rhymes.'
Slowly it comes at first, then all at the one time
Like the last tree that keeps its leaves on through november
but after the violence of storm has blown the branches bare the winter won't remember
it's surprising how much can change and yet (for now) appear the same
then one spasm and convulsion: after that you'll never see that world again
and the ways of the world are cruel and beautiful sometimes
it seems to be a common paradigm:
slowly it comes at first, then all at the one time
Ubu Roi and Mu'ammar: with all their sadopopular ambitions,
(characterised by many lies
beyond the normal scope of even politicians)
dismantled one by one the democratic institutions of their nations.
Then the knocks at midnight came and the executions, pogroms and deportations.
And everyone ignored the signs:
the gradual crescendo of their crimes.
Slowly it comes at first, then all at the one time
This is an anthem to all the gods and goddesses of growth and demolition
I see it all with my thumb in my mouth from a foetal position.
To break down all the work of years you'd think would take some doing
but after a while I think you'll find there will be a few things that have been… …brewing.
And one by one the small catastrophes align:
the fails, the falls, the ultimate decline
slowly it comes at first then all at the one time.
slowly it comes at first then all at the one time.
GOOD DISRUPTION
Down here where the facts decline
And the market falls
Start seeing the aura shine
Or see nothing at all
We are riding a wave of time
Get onto it, get onto it
We are changing a paradigm
Get over it, get over it
Gotta get some good disruption in your life
Gotta see who shakes the jar and set them right
When the the nights are long and the days are hard and bright
Gotta get some good disruption in your life
Down here where the robots dream
And the gears engage
Start feeling a silver gleam
Or feel nothing but rage
We are seeking a frequency
Lock on to it, lock on to it
We are scratching at secrecy
Locked out of it, locked out of it
Gotta get some good disruption in your life
Tell the ants inside the jar before they fight
When the the nights are long and the days are hard and bright
Gotta get some good disruption in your life
Shoobie doobie dot-dash
Tickertape and wah-wah
Ramalama bebop
Go doolally la-la
Hanky panky mish-mash
Chemicals and ya ya
Ai caramba flip-flop
Go rat-a-tat ta ta
Gotta get some good disruption in your life
Gotta see who shakes the jar and set them right
When the the nights are long and the days are hard and bright
Gotta get some good disruption in your life
EVERYTHING HAPPENS SO MUCH
There's too many shits and giggles
too many flaming swords
so many ripped on the Frazzledrip
(see the quality finish of the waterboards!)
So much is drained of virtue
So much has jumped the shark
Going to seed, trying to to find the feed:
way downriver with the oligarch.
I will interrogate my spirit guide -
Ask her why the world is amplified:
How it happens
why everything happens so much?
Why Everything Happens
Everything Happens So Much
There's too many schticks and scandals -
too many dicks in the cake -
too many licks from the crazy stick,
all too terrible to contemplate.
Too much enshrined to passion
- the ramifications sprawl.
See the fever dreams of the welfare queens
coming red-handed from the sad-sack ball.
I'm going out to brace the oracle
Find out how much is metaphorical
How it happens
why everything happens so much?
Why Everything Happens
Everything Happens So Much
too many shits and giggles
too many waterboards
all of the 'stop at nothing'
all of the flaming swords
too much enshrined to passion
(see how the passions sprawl)
too many schticks and scandals
we fear the shopping mall
so much is drained of virtue
so much has jumped a shark
so many paths to Glory
(follow the Oligarch)
so many lives that shatter
so many hearts that break
so little left to worry
so very much at stake
I will interrogate my spirit guide -
Ask her why the world is amplified
How it happens
why everything happens so much?
Why Everything Happens
Everything Happens So Much
DIFFERENT STORY
That boy seems nice enough
It's a shame he ain't bright enough
Just not wrapped tight enough
On his way to death or glory
That girl seems fine to me
Seems to know her own mind to me
Kinda walks the line for me
In between some different stories
A different story written on the wind
A symphony of noise and beauty
Fill ourselves with wonder and speak of senseless things
And the song that tomorrow sings
Means the story starts again
A different story never ends
That girl might break 'em up
Or that boy could make it up
Either way they're waking up
Tell tall tales, shake some action
The city is a book for them
Everybody there looks like them
They know it's up to them
To make themselves the main attraction
A different story written on the years
A testament of sound and fury
Keep it in the sunshine and water it with tears
And the fruit that the future brings
Means the story starts again
A different story never ends
The things we've seen, the hands we've held
Marks on the map and notes in the margin
Small print, tall tales, fables and faded flowers
The stuff of legend? Ha! - pure invention
The rumour mill, lies, fact and fiction
Sideways looks, secret glances
Whispers, yelps and news reports
The strangers met and the friends we've lost
The little kids watched Jackanory
The grown-ups have a different story
1000 DIFFERENT BOOKS
Stealing all the years
Not gaining time
Hold the moment standing still
Under a stranger sky
Cry into the future
Cry into the future
Rolling back the mind
Let reason slide
Buildings raised on shifting sands
Commence a slow decline
Cry into the future
Cry into the future
Cry into the future
Cry into the future
Guided now by instinct
Negotiate disguise
The pedigrees are mongrels, eagles rooks
A book read by a thousand people is a thousand different books
Seeing through new eyes
What's left to know?
Bound by logic's ordered line
Pulled by the undertow
Cry into the future
Cry into the future
Cry into the future
Cry into the future
The painting has more layers
X-rayed and peeled away
The camera blurred the picture when it shook
A book read by a thousand people is a thousand different books
Pass these memories on
These things survive
A forest turning into words
Or falling to the fire
Cry into the future
Cry into the future
Cry into the future
Cry into the future
The path of least resistance
Delegate the ride
Set free from all reality's cruel hooks
A book read by a thousand people is a thousand different books
A book read by a thousand people is a thousand different books
WILD WORLD
Well the days are slipping past now:
days of calibrated sorrow.
This is our little piece of history
(maybe we get some tomorrow?).
There's still the trouble with the off-switch
and still the struggle with the satyr
but there's nothing much to see here now;
not a lot that really matters.
And the Wild World listens as you sing
and the Wild World wants you for a sunbeam
..although the light is fading
there's still enough to read by
and the world will hold a candle for you
as the hallucinations speed by
and you'd better make your peace with
all the things you know are true now
and all the things you didn't do
..that you're never gonna do now
For the Wild World shines in the rain
and the Wild World slips through your fingers
You can try and sum it up
- to tell somebody how you found it
well the best of luck with that
You won't get your arms around it
because the falling of the sparrows
because the rising of the larks
because the little boats a' sailing (on the Wine Dark Sea)
because the drinkers in the parks…
and the making of the mountains
the stones you kept as souvenirs:
the fragments you have gathered up
through the distortion of the years
And the Wild World spins you into space
and the Wild World wishes you the best now
because it loves you very much
it made a place for you to live in
complicated to the touch:
and neither vengeful nor forgiving
embrace your torments now:
your many lacerations,
your lamentations,
your thirst for adoration …
and at the bottom of it all
there may be nothing there at all
..and Oh! to this accomodation
and to this grand delusion -
I can be true
and everything is humming;
World, I cannot hold you close enough
this I leave with you
…. I leave with you
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