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(1) T<strong>here</strong>’s A Hat To Be Worn<br />
With a penchant for lies, the Cardinal died<br />
The Coroner’s verdict delivered dry eyed.<br />
The Judges all wept on the Old Bailey steps<br />
A sensation the media required<br />
How can we hope for a change<br />
When the clothes pages line up in the rain<br />
The knives are restored to the cutlery draw<br />
And the rats all run back to the drain<br />
With an old show of hands, the ongoing plans<br />
Are delivered with consummate ease<br />
The male jury swore I believe it’s a draw,<br />
While we line up to pay for degrees<br />
How can we hope for a day<br />
When equality has it’s own way, when the Colour<br />
of skin to the gender you’re into<br />
Defines w<strong>here</strong> you can and can’t stay<br />
How can we sail through this storm<br />
Until love and respect are the norm<br />
W<strong>here</strong> peace is a state desired by the great<br />
And the good... t<strong>here</strong>’s a hat to be worn!<br />
This song wrote itself, based on the phrase “If<br />
the hat fit’s - wear it”. I think of this one as<br />
having a “Woody Guthrie” <strong>lyric</strong>al sensibility set<br />
to a music hall vamp, and like most of the<br />
songs on this album, was kind of aiming for a<br />
humanist & minimalist Brechtian Opera feel.<br />
Then again, visually, picture a ‘lubricated’<br />
preacher delivering a live news broadcast from<br />
the pulpit. (S.W)<br />
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T<strong>here</strong>’s A Hat To Be Worn<br />
T<strong>here</strong>’s A Hat To Be Worn<br />
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(2) Last Buttefly Wings<br />
We decorate fridges and skin<br />
With fridge magnets and ink<br />
While we staple and pin the last butterfly wings<br />
Dressed in Pirate attire like a Disney town crier<br />
Dreams of sunshine & drink, walk the plank to the brink<br />
Like a digital rose, or a sand-paper throne<br />
All the male voices sing - the last butterfly wings<br />
Copyright (c) 2013 <strong>Sputnik</strong> <strong>Weazel</strong><br />
Of the 100’s of songs I’ve knocked out over the<br />
years, this one has my favourite <strong>lyric</strong> /line thus<br />
far... “dressed in pirate attire, like a Disney<br />
town crier...”. Don’t ask me why.<br />
The guitar parts I played on an old knackered<br />
Spanish acoustic I’ve carried around with me<br />
since I was a kid... one of only two guitars I<br />
haven’t smashed to bits, again, don’t ask me<br />
why...<br />
thanks Pete! (S.W)<br />
(3) De nada Pinata<br />
When it’s all been torn & bled, when they’re done<br />
When the blues are red, de nada, Pinata<br />
You hail Mary in a state of grace<br />
And you hide your head to save your face<br />
Like they taught you, Pinata<br />
When they come to put you in your<br />
T<strong>here</strong>’s no escape, you run that race<br />
You hide your head to save your face, like they taught you...<br />
You hail Mary in a state of grace<br />
But the tears and rain run down your face<br />
And you wonder how you found this place in the corner,<br />
Seniora<br />
Both this song and “Party Goin’ On In My<br />
Head” are (in my own small way) odes to one<br />
of the greats... Nina Simone!<br />
(S.W)<br />
When all hope feels like an empty place, and they’re gone<br />
The blues are grey, de nada Pinata<br />
“You make a mountain out of what you say, you make a<br />
mountain out of coal and clay, de nada Pinata”<br />
It doesn’t matter if the blues are grey<br />
The old men speak of ancient ways<br />
All your dues are fey like lambs to the slaughter<br />
No matter if you stay or run away<br />
You bear that weight or get replaced<br />
Either way, you don’t get the love that you oughta<br />
Seniora, Seniora... de nada, Pinata<br />
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(4) I Made You Rich (But I had To work At It)<br />
I cleaned your toilet, I scrubbed your floor<br />
I washed your windows, and I hung your doors<br />
I carried your white goods, I dug your land<br />
I cleaned the sweat off your Gym mirrors with my hands<br />
For a while I’ve wanted to start a song with this<br />
line... so <strong>here</strong> it is. And yeah, the first verse is<br />
autobiographical. (S.W)<br />
I’m the Pilipino bus boy from Newark or Detroit<br />
The Polish plumber you wish you had employed<br />
I’m the east European au pair you fantasise about<br />
I teach your children, mend your broken bones<br />
And put your fire’s out<br />
I made you rich but I had to work at it<br />
I made you rich but it took the shirt off me<br />
I made you rich but it left my back in bits<br />
I never protest, I don’t complain<br />
I watch them gamble our inheritance away<br />
I remain humble, I play the game<br />
I watch them pissing all our pension down the drain<br />
In a single day<br />
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(5) My Love<br />
My love bought you flowers, my love bought you gold<br />
My love chased the world away, my love embraced the cold<br />
My love would be careless, my love could be untrue<br />
My love chose the hardest road, but it always led to you<br />
My love came in colours, yellow, green or blue... now<br />
My love lights a winter fire and my love’s <strong>here</strong> for you<br />
My love used to wander, my love used to stray<br />
My love was the wind at your heels now my love keeps you safe<br />
My love can’t be broken, my love can’t be swayed... now<br />
My love waits with open arms and my love’s <strong>here</strong> to stay<br />
This is – unapologetically – an accidental<br />
homage to the Stones.<br />
(for Simone - S.W)<br />
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(6) See Them Killers<br />
See them killers, they gonna get what they deserve<br />
See them killers, they gonna get their just deserts<br />
For Doreen!<br />
(S.W)<br />
No apple pie, no angel cake, no betty brown or cottage bake, no<br />
boston pie, no macaroon, no chocolate tips or scotcharoo, no ice<br />
club cake no ice cream cone, no Sunday fudge, fried coke or<br />
dough, no twinkie, brownie, sprinkle eye, no velvet cake, no<br />
woopie pie<br />
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7) Simon Pegg Wears His Own Clothes<br />
They have three homes in London, France & Cornwall<br />
All decorated using Farrow & Ball<br />
Fifty different shades of white are used in the hall<br />
Simon Pegg Wears his own clothes<br />
Their country kitchen has a massive fireplace<br />
With a dining room that seats thirty eight<br />
A private chef prepares the food for their plates<br />
Simon Pegg wears his own clothes<br />
MY Dad was a (Manchester) Guardian reader<br />
all his life, as was I until they featured Cameron<br />
on the front sleeve of the supplement... the<br />
<strong>lyric</strong>s for this song are indirectly lifted from two<br />
different articles in said supplement. (S.W)<br />
They breakfast early; meet for lunch après ski<br />
The chef of choice prepares a meal fit for Queens<br />
While Jeffrey sauces wines of rare quality<br />
Simon Pegg wears his own clothes<br />
Back in Notting Hill they shop for the best<br />
A simple Ralph augmented by a Joseph<br />
The wealth of choice can leave one simply bereft<br />
Simon Pegg wears his own clothes<br />
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(8) Party Goin’ On In My Head<br />
T<strong>here</strong>’s a party goin’ on in my head but I’m not invited<br />
Everybody I’ve ever met singing sweet harmony<br />
If it wasn’t so loud I’d simply deny it<br />
T<strong>here</strong>’s a party goin’ on in my head but t<strong>here</strong>’s no room for me<br />
Alongside Nina Simone, I gotta name check<br />
the Ink Spots, and Elvis’s Jordanaires as vocal<br />
inspirations for this one (S.W)<br />
You can dance in the kitchen, jive in the hall<br />
Like a one eyed cat, have yourself a real ball<br />
Do what you like, do anything at all<br />
T<strong>here</strong>’s a party goin’ on right <strong>here</strong><br />
Party goin’ on in my head but I can’t get excited<br />
Everybody I’ve ever met is drinking for free<br />
If it wasn’t so loud I’d simply deny it<br />
T<strong>here</strong>’s a party goin’ on in my head but t<strong>here</strong>’s no room for me<br />
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(9) Some Drink With Eyes Open<br />
Some drink to disable, some drink to regret<br />
Some drink to de-stable, some drink to neglect<br />
Some drink to the glory, some drink to the pain<br />
Some drink to the chorus, some to the refrain<br />
Some drink with eyes open, some drink with eyes closed<br />
This one’s for anyone who’s ever struggled with<br />
any addiction(s)... nuff said...”drink to me only<br />
with thy eyes” etc... (S.W)<br />
Some drink to the fallen, some drink to the fall<br />
Some drink for no reason, some don’t drink at all<br />
Some drink to the marking of passing events<br />
Some drink in a mansion, some drink all the rent<br />
Some drink with eyes open, some drink with eyes closed<br />
Some drink in the morning, some drink in the day<br />
Some drink while they’re working, some drink while they pray<br />
Some drink in fine weather, some drink in the rain<br />
Some drink for the pleasure, some drink for the pain<br />
Some drink with eyes open, some drink with eyes closed<br />
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(10) Aint It A Shame<br />
Twiddle your thumbs, cat’s cradle with a string<br />
Church and steeple with the people all in<br />
Rubbing on the wall for a greaseproof Max Ernst stain<br />
You contemplate your every breath<br />
Your raison d'etre, life V death<br />
The writing on the All-Bran box says five-a-day<br />
The <strong>lyric</strong>s for this just flowed... it took longer to<br />
get them on paper than to record, consequently<br />
they had to be delivered fast... maybe as a<br />
reaction to singing lots of other slow stuff?<br />
(S.W)<br />
Aint it a shame how the picture needs the frame<br />
Aint it a shame how the shotgun needs the aim<br />
Aint it a shame how the hurt all need the blame...<br />
Now’s a good time to pick up those reigns<br />
Engage that world with the light and shade<br />
Ditch that baggage, ditch that ball and chain<br />
Step outside into the fray, into the sunshine and the rain<br />
An all day special, it won’t come again<br />
Aint it a shame how the picture needs the frame<br />
Aint it a shame how the shotgun needs the aim<br />
Aint it a shame how the needle needs the pain<br />
Aint it a shame how the hurt all need the blame...<br />
You’ve been hiding in an old priest hole<br />
Navel gazing all day long<br />
Playing with the bottle and the smoke<br />
And the coke, and the cane<br />
Read by candle, on an old bed pan<br />
War & Peace, That Sam I Am<br />
Chalking up the passing of the days with a five bar gate<br />
Aint it a shame how the picture needs the frame<br />
Aint it a shame how the shotgun needs the aim<br />
Aint it a shame how the needle needs the pain<br />
Aint it a shame how the hurt all need the blame...<br />
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(11) Stacey Jo<br />
Cauliflower, lemon drops, engineer called the cops<br />
Stacey Jo steaming and rolling and weaving<br />
Heaving and leaving, the carpet’s are dreaming<br />
She can’t catch a cold, much less ambush a feeling...<br />
Stacey Jo<br />
This came from a semi-lucid dream about my<br />
school days – and how we relate our younger<br />
selves to our present state(s)... or maybe I just<br />
watch(ed) too much 60’s & 70’s TV in a wasted<br />
state. (S.W)<br />
To avoid getting burnt by the lava lamp leaking<br />
She leaves by the back door, heel marks on the ceiling<br />
Pages her guru to ask for a reading, and<br />
Sat nav directions to the lost lovers meeting...<br />
Stacey Jo<br />
If you’re offended by plagiarised endings<br />
Then in my defence I’ll take the 5 th amendment<br />
It’s easy to do when you’re mind is a vacuum<br />
And most of this stuff should stay back in the classroom with...<br />
Stacey Jo<br />
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(12) The Elephant In The Room<br />
Don’t look, don’t stare, pretend that he’s not t<strong>here</strong><br />
The Elephant in the room<br />
Don’t weep, don’t cry, don’t look him in the eye<br />
The Elephant in the room<br />
Don’t scream, don’t shout, don’t let those feelings out<br />
The Elephant in the room<br />
Don’t weep, don’t cry, don’t look him in the eye<br />
The Elephant in the room<br />
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Yep... even though “big boys don’t cry” and all<br />
that, after 20+ years of therapy, I can still<br />
definitely (seriously) recommend counselling!!<br />
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(13) Mrs Miliband’s Boys<br />
Only one parcel sits under the tree, but with two boys t<strong>here</strong>’s<br />
bound to be tears before tea. They’ve set their alarm clocks,<br />
brushed 98 teeth, but only one boy will be smiling with glee.<br />
Make some noise for Mrs Miliband’s boys. Christmas hits & left<br />
wing decoys? While all the blue meenies are raising the cost,<br />
handing out debt to the poor and the lost - they dine out on<br />
pheasant and toss you the bones as we shiver and quake in our<br />
banker’s owned homes. Make some noise for Mrs Miliband’s<br />
boys. Christmas hits & left wing decoys? Make some noise for<br />
the Miliband two. Ideologically slightly left of the blue.<br />
I wrote this a couple of years back, but I hope<br />
it still resonates, despite not being historically /<br />
specifically placed. (S.W)<br />
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(14) Remembrance Day<br />
When all the children gotta eat, w<strong>here</strong> was God<br />
When they’re fighting in the street, w<strong>here</strong> was God<br />
This was originally called “God’s Day Off”<br />
(for Tyler - S.W)<br />
Was he on vacation, sleeping on a beach<br />
Was he on a mountain, counting sheep<br />
Was he on a cruise ship, was he on the lash<br />
Or maybe lying face down in the dirt<br />
With an empty bourbon glass<br />
W<strong>here</strong> was God when Chinobyl blew, though shalt not kill, the<br />
golden rule. W<strong>here</strong> was God when Anola Gay sent her little boy<br />
away, outside to play...<br />
Was he at the final, was he in the stand<br />
Or maybe watching it on cable<br />
With an ice cold beer and a victory dance<br />
W<strong>here</strong> was God for the Shoshoni dead, the day the Great Bear<br />
River ran red. W<strong>here</strong> was God during the Nanking was raped,<br />
10,000 corpses in a ditch t<strong>here</strong> lay. W<strong>here</strong> was God in 84, not on<br />
the Union carbide factory floor. W<strong>here</strong> was God when we called<br />
his name, and all the kingdom came out to pray, out today<br />
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