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I Saw Syd
01:50
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I saw Syd
He saw me
It was weird
Naturally
I saw Syd
On Mill Road
Man, those eyes…
What a heavy load
I saw Syd
He saw me
With grocery bag
Just past BLDs
I saw the Queen
Near CB2
And I saw Syd and so did you
And he was there
But he was gone
And here we are
Inside this song
A song that grows
Forever long
But I saw Syd
Tho I might be wrong
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2. |
Ain't No Lady
03:32
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Here she comes, I think she’s spotted me
Spiderman in silk leaning up against the jukebox
She’s coming my way, she almost dropped a name on me
She ain’t no lady, she’s a high class girl
I think, I think I like the way I’m moving
I’ve been inside so long I’m gonna hurt someone
I’m feeling loose, feeling free, feeling funky, feeling happy
She gonna take it out on me
She ain’t no lady she’s a high class girl
She ain’t no lady she’s a high class girl
She’s a small town girl
With her hair in a handbag, wet-neck, long leg, fancy plastic face
She’s winking and wanting to put me in my place
Here she comes again
And there she goes
I’m giving her that look that says “walk on by”
I can’t afford this kinda trouble, no more no more
She ain’t no lady she’s a high class girl
She ain’t no lady she’s a high class girl
She’s a small town girl
Checking out her chewing gum
Yum yum
Small town girl
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3. |
I Ride A Boy's Bike
03:34
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I ride a boy’s bike, I am a boy
I fly like Batman, I am a boy
I know what girls like - gems and potatoes
Love
Flying
Free
I ride a dirt bike, I am a boy
Skateboard on Sunday
Fathers annoyed
Subscribed to Boys Life
Tourniquet technique
Blood from the limb flowing free
Girls have dollies for tea
I ride a girl’s bike, I am a man
I dropped the bar, crashed in the bushes
I am a man
I know what girls like, love flying free
I know what I’m like, I’ve had therapy
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4. |
Stumbling & Falling
05:23
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Stumbling and falling in darkness called home
I watched you move into red danger zone
Smile obliquely as if to tell all
Word for word nonsense brings no curtain call
Nothing more beautiful - stumbling and falling
Nothing more wonderful - stumbling and falling
Children light candles and wax burns them through
Warped plastic mirror, distorted and you
Running down my street, so peaceful and green
Stopped by the Iceman, still stuck to my dream
Nothing more beautiful - stumbling and falling
Nothing more wonderful - stumbling and falling
Catch me or leave me stumbling and falling
Watch me disintegrate - stumbling and falling
Remember the silence when we screamed for justice and we found out what it really was
Nothing more beautiful - stumbling and falling
Nothing more wonderful - stumbling and falling
Fast forward motion - stumbling and falling
Into the ocean - stumbling and falling
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(She entered the room weeping, on legs that were not her own…)
Darkness, death and deep denial
Fake that smile, break those eggs
The end has surely come - have you?
Darkness, death and deep denial
Walk a mile, broken leg
A photograph of your new shoe
Remember when you needed two?
Those days are gone and so are you
You faded fast, what did you do?
You sold your soul to sing with Su - who?
Darkness, death and devastation
Clouds are bursting, toads are raining down upon your hit parade
Jesu, Joy of Claude Debussy
Bela Bartok, Oakland Zoo
A garden full of songbirds, too
You popped the cage and out they flew
Now here’s your chance to make amends
Pick up the phone ring up your friends
Tell them you finally reached the end of your ego
There ain’t no easy way to give what I have not
The only bread I know is that which I call brot
Memory of me, baked to a tee
Darkness, death and dislocation
Fornication
Dreams are coming true and now you’re screwed
Darkness, death and disappointment
Please anoint my empty head
And take me to bed
Sleep me beside you, warm hands will guide you
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6. |
Washing My Window
03:35
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Washing My Windows
He took a fall from a high place
He landed way down low
The angels came to collect his face
There was no pain, he did not know
Oh… washing my window
Handed a pen and forms to sign
He did not understand
A simple X on a dotted line
Followed a guided hand
The voices rose in ecstasy
Give him a minute
Try humming Elgar’s Elegy
Maybe he’ll get it…
No…
Where did my window
Where did my window
Where did my window go…?
He took a call on a white phone
The voice he recognised
What would you like on your tombstone?
A side of curly fries to go?
Sarcasm finally turned the light bulb on
So I was here and now I’m gone…
But I was just…
Oh… washing my window
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7. |
High On A Mountain Hill
03:16
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Sing in praise of blazing
Silver Haze and phasing
I’m all alone with my Small Stone
A phaser most amazing
High as a mountain hill
I crawl til I’m higher still and
Singing phaser praises
In hazy silver phrases
I’m small and stoned in my headphones
And lost in sonic mazes
Fly on the windowsill
Have I got that swatter still?
And when does my love come home?
Til then I’ll just sit here waiting, writing, aching, slowly baking
A lazy day shoe gazing
Mumble-mouthed and awkward phrasing
I’m on my own with my Small Stone
My blue eyes red and glazing
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8. |
Christy Jaye
03:00
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Christy Jaye
Silly idiot
You love everyone every day
Can’t you see?
Little hippie twit
You’re giving the good stuff away
Every hand gets a dollar
Every dog gets a bone
And a brand new dog collar
And a loving home
Christy Jaye
Silly idiot
You love and you love every day
Don’t you know?
Little hippie twit
You’re giving the good stuff away
Through that crack in your window
Through that crack in your door
You reach out and give clothing and food to the poor
Christy Jaye
Maybe you should build a bigger table for your hungry friends
While you’re at it, start a record label, sign ‘em all as hunger trends
Christy Jaye
Silly idiot
You love everyone every day
Can’t you see?
Little hippie twit
You’re giving the good stuff away
Christy Jaye
Silly idiot
You love and you love every day
Don’t you know?
Little hippie twit
You’re giving the good stuff away
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Ring a bell for the old man
He’s off and on his way
To be again with Kay
Sing a song for the old man
The choir high above
Will welcome him with love
Keep him warm, make him coffee
Lucky Strikes, can of Oly
Say a prayer for the old man
I don’t want him to die
Don’t wanna have to say goodbye
But I will for the old man
I’ll send him off with love to join the choir high above
Singing low, baritone-ly
What’s that sound, hey it’s Ernie
Youngest one of the family
Ring a bell for the old man
Send him back to Kay
Hit Thunder Valley on the way
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10. |
A Star Is Born
00:44
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A Star Is Born
In the skies a star is born
Elsewhere in the cosmos dies another
A billion years, a blip, and then we’re gone
Moaning on our death bed, “Hear me, mother…”
I’ve lived a life as best I could
Clueless, clumsy, never quite enlightened
Hear me, mother…best I could
I’d do it all again bit less frightened
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11. |
Liver & Onions
04:51
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Kitchens are for fun
Full of liver and onion
Father bakes a pie
Clocks and calendars fly
Dinner’s almost done
Butter melting in the moonlight
Flavor under tongue
It’s a heavenly day all night
Old Diamond Jim swings by, fresh from Mexico
Two sips of red, red wine and away he goes
Kitchens are for fun
Full of liver and onion
Father bakes a pie
Clocks and calendars fly
First a nurse and then a nun
Cigarette another onion
Father’s on a roll
Telling tale upon lobster tale
Tie my hands behind and I’ll follow you
Lead the way, oh Kay, into Heaven true
I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts
I’d like to chew the husks right through
I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts
I’d like to drink the milk with you
I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts
I’d like to chew the husks right through
I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts
The milk with you
Highland Ave, in a wheelchair
The cousins wheel around, squealing “Candy!” “Where?”
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Anton Barbeau Berlin, Germany
Anton Barbeau plays "pre-apocalyptic psychedelic pop." He's a Taurus, born in Sacramento and now living by a canal in
Berlin. He's made something like 30 albums and has worked with members of XTC, The Soft Boys, the Bevis Frond, Cake, the Loud Family, Elf Power and
the Corner Laughers. Julian Cope got him stoned in Croydon once. His new album, Manbird, ain't bad at all.
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Anton Barbeau recommends:
Poppy Seeds
by The Corner Laughers
This is a band that began in brilliance and only gets brighter, deeper and darker with every passing thought. Lovely, inspired and inspiring, perfectly performed and produced.
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This is the album for which the term "inventive" was invented. I was hooked from the first spin. The writing/arranging/performance/production is impeccable and charming as hell.
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STAND TALL SON
by The Point Of R.e.a.l.ization.
It's tripped-out, hypnotic, mysterious and sometimes soft. It's a great record simply because it is.
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The Man Downstairs: Demos & Rarities
by Robyn Hitchcock
supported by 13 fans who also own “Polynormal AB”
Such a joy to see live at Pappy & Harriet's and here's to your 70th - may the next trip around the sun bring you the joy you have brought us
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Life After Infinity
by Robyn Hitchcock
supported by 10 fans who also own “Polynormal AB”
I'm still a little blown away by the fact that one of my guitar influences released an instrumental guitar album on the same day as me and I didn't realize it. But I've listened to it twice now and it gets better with every play. In places it's like Syd Barret, Robby Krieger, and the Penguin Cafe Orchestra are having a jam session.
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Castlebeat’s “VHS” offsets bright, jangly songs with smoky, lo-fi production, giving their pie-eyed melodies a sense of mystery.
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