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I Will Be There
01:57
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Every dream you dream, every silent scream you scream I will be there
Every disconcerted smile, every painful weary mile I will be there
If you look inside your mind in the hardest place to find I will be there
When the needle stings, when the angels start to sing I will be there
I will be there
Watching from your pictures hanging on your wall
Wake you in the morning, catch you when you fall
In your shadow I will tag along
But when you turn around to see me I’ll be gone
Inconspicuously small in the space between the walls I will be there
In a chamber of your soul, in your vegan sausage roll I will be there
Watching from your mirror, in your search history
In the corner of your vision waving back it’s me
In your shadow I will tag along
But when you turn around to see me I’ll be gone
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Butterfingers
03:14
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Walking down any street voices around me say
Look at the state of him, better keep out the way
I just want to belong
But I just get it all wrong
And everywhere I go, they call my name
Butterfingers
Butterfingers
Don’t get too close to me you might end up the same
Gawky and awkward and tripped up by your own shame
You’ll find you’ve been imbued
With my ineptitude
And everywhere you go you’ll hear my name
Butterfingers (Watch out, here he comes)
Butterfingers (He’s all buttery fingers and thumbs)
I dreamed I was a butterfly sipping nectar from your eye
When I awoke the spell was broken, you were gone
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Mr Hippo
03:35
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You sit up there all day it’s simply heart-breaking
Down there at the far end he’s watching and waiting
There’s a glint in his eye
He’ll wait till the light drains from the sky
Seesawing with Mr Hippo is always frustrating
Don’t go down to the river with Mr Hippo
He’ll be quite in his element, you in a pickle
Your breaststroke, your crawl
They won’t do you much good at all
All that’s left of you there will be one little ripple
You’ll find his kind
Far and wide
All over planet earth
With an arse like that
Best give him a wide berth
You can say what you like, he’s simply not listening
He won’t follow, just wallow in mud that he can stick in
Yes, of course it’s unfair,
He goes his own way, doesn’t care
If he’s known for one thing, that is his thick skin
Don’t be taken in by his disinterested yawn
Better watch your step or you’ll get sat on
Your piggy pal with his roly-poly charm
Might just do you serious harm
You’ll find his kind
Far and wide
All over planet earth
With an arse like that
Just give him a wide berth
You’ll find his kind
Far and wide
All over planet earth
With an arse like that
Just give him a wide berth
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German Death Reggae
04:01
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I hadn’t listened to my radio for 27 months
Because the songs it played all sounded just the same
But then last night I found a station where no station used to be
And I heard something
That made me smile
I heard something that made me happy for a little while
I sat back and it washed away the blues
Oh what’s that sound I hear
It’s like the angels whispering I love you
into my ear
What’s that sound, you say
Just the chromatic syncopated beat
Of German Death Reggae
Well the joy was never ending
And the melody transcending
Any expectation you could ever have
It’s a symphony of ecstasy like nothing heard before
You’ll hear something
That makes you cry
You’ll hear something that could draw a tear from any mother’s eye
So sit back, let the song begin again
You don’t need the Clash
Elvis or the Stones
You don’t need Johnny Cash
The Beatles or Ramones
You don’t need the drugs
To chase the blues away
All you’ll ever need
Is German Death Reggae.
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Little Snowflake
02:37
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Little snowflake, little snowflake, no-one’s quite like you
From your iris to your fingertips, no-one looks the way that you do you
No-one can explain why no two two are the same
I’m breathing in the frozen air for you
And I say oooh….
Little snowflake, little snowflake so beautiful to see
The spiral in your fingerprint homing in on me
No-one can explain but we two are the same
And I'll wait in the frozen air for you
And I say oooh….
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Wasp
02:07
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Out in the tall grass winds are blowing
Deep in the ocean currents flow away
Down in the ground the earth is stirring
Creatures in motion, life recurring
Lost in the swarm with senses burning
Falling to ground, the planet turns
And oh we are so wonderful
Oh oh oh we’re magical
Until the winter takes our wings away
Warm in the hive in constant motion
Sister brother mother entropy
Stirring to life we fashion new life
Invisible to any in our way
And oh we are so wonderful
Oh oh oh we’re magical
Until the winter takes our wings away
Out in the tall grass winds are blowing
Deep in the ocean currents flow away
Down in the ground the earth is stirring
Creatures in motion, life recurring
Lost in the swarm with senses burning
Falling to ground, the planet turns
And oh we are so wonderful
Oh oh oh we’re magical
Until the winter takes our wings away
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I was living out my life, doing the things I had to do
Once day much like any other day, till the one day I saw you
I’d been staying out of trouble, brushed my teeth three times day
Kept my head above the water, then my world floated away
I was standing in the local store, feeling such a fool
Thirty days without an accident
Then I bump into you
Now simple things are complicated, nothing’s what it seems
I hear your voice inside my head and see you in my dreams
I was in a lonely place, like there was nothing left for me
Now I’m driving over to your town, not accidentally
I was standing in the local store, feeling such a fool
Thirty days without an accident
Then I bump into you
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8. |
If It Sucks (To Be You)
01:44
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When the world breaks your heart
And your seams come apart
You want to crawl under a stone
Close your eyes clear your mind
Leave the cruel world behind
Don’t forget you’re not alone
Blood stains, migraines, war planes
Harshing your existence
Fuel light, knife fight, far right
Do you need some assistance?
Burn out, fall out, wipe out
Burning down the skyline
Bird shit, jeans split, cool it
Cause you could be on cloud nine
When your whole life is hexed
And you know what’s coming next
Just don’t let it get you down
Cause if it sucks to be you
Well it sucks to be me
So let’s get out and paint the town
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New Satellite
03:38
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Let’s take a walk outside
You’re just asleep at the TV
I’ll show you signs in the stars
And you will weep when you read them
There’s a new satellite
There’s a new satellite around the world
If we are watched from above
As we stand winking and blinking
Can we be sure that it’s love
Who knows what everyone’s thinking
There’s a new satellite
There’s a new satellite around the world
There’s a new satellite
There’s a new satellite around the world
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Hiding
03:46
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I’m not hiding
I’m just waiting
There’s really nothing wrong here
But this is not the time
Not now
I’m not frightened
I’m just careful
Caution is a virtue
And absence is no crime
I wrap the dark around me like a long-worn dressing gown
Nursing disappointment and regret
I’m still in command of this whole situation
But no
Not now
Not yet
Somewhere out there
I hear voices
Murmurs in the night air
From another universe
Not mine
I choose distance
Disengagement
Rehearsing in the dark
What cannot be reversed
I can taste the night air, feel the stillness all around me
Savouring just being alive
There can come a time when you have to walk away
To live
Go on
Survive
I’m not hiding
I’m just waiting.
I’ll wait a little longer
Things may change by then…
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Somewhere
01:59
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Somewhere the sun is shining but it don’t shine on me
Somewhere the rain ain’t falling but it all falls on me
Somewhere a fire is burning but it’s too cold for me
Somewhere the world is turning but it don’t turn for me
But I don’t mind cos I’m thinking of you
And I don’t mind if you think on me too
Somewhere the clouds are breaking but there’s no sun for me
Somewhere the world is waking but it’s all dark me
Somewhere the work is over but there’s no rest for me
Somewhere they lie in clover but it’s all weeds for me
But I don’t mind cos I’m thinking of you
And I don’t mind if you think on me too
They say what goes around comes back to you,
They say a lot of things but I only hear you.
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Fly Right
04:06
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Once more round the circuit
Silver sun burns the sky
Contrails stitch the cloud-line
He punched through the my oh my
Well, I tried A and I tried B
I tried C repeatedly
Fifty thousand pounds of thrust
I can’t feel a thing
We’re breaking through the other side
Where the air is blue and thin
Dust blows through the old town
Windows blank and blind
My plane screams down the runway
Take off feels just fine
Well check your seatbelt everyone
The red lights on again
I’m going down, down
I’m going down
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She Was A Visitor
04:06
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She would never say the name of the world that she came from
She left me high and dry when she flew up to her home up in the sky
She made me lose my mind when she left us all behind
Gravity she spurned when she floated up my little world stopped
Tuuuuuurrrrrrnnnnninnnnnnng
Can you hear me?
On a trail of phosphorescent vapour she ascended to the night
Coruscating aurora of diamonds as she disappeared from sight
Her aura burned my eyes as she dematerialised
Gravity she spurned, when she floated up my little world stopped
Tuuuuuurrrrrrnnnnninnnnnnng
It stopped turning
She was a visitor
She was a visitor
When I looked into her eyes I saw the stars of paradise
She left me for another I stand alone and shake my head
Her universe is parallel a new dimension I can tell
She walks on seldom travelled ways a tear of ether in her eye
And if she chooses my domain my world is hers and all my pain
Will disappear in wisps of mist and glisten darkly as I kiss
Her smiling face and golden hair, electrons dancing in the air
The harmony of all the spheres will coalesce then disappear
She visited me
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Gadabout
04:05
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That crack in the window where the rain gets in, that’s easily fixed.
Most of this stuff I can organise when I find the right wood, pick up a few bricks
I could borrow some money, pay it all off in a year
You’ll see some changes here
I’ll turn this all about
When I get myself sorted out
There’s a place I know I can get some new clothes, pick up a good pair of boots
I can see myself striding round town, all spruced up in a brand-new suit
No-one will recognize me
They’ll say, ‘Who’s that smart looking man?’
I’ll just smile and wave my hand
Man about town, gadabout
When I get myself sorted out
When I get sorted it’ll be like you wanted
It’s going to be different then
I’ll fix it somehow, start any day now
I’ll make it right again
There’s work out there for a man like me, a world of things I could do
I’ll get right on it when the weather breaks, maybe in a week or two
This time it’s going to be different.
I won’t let you down again
Maybe you’ll talk to me then
No lies, no fears, no doubts
When I get myself sorted out…
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Jim The Fish
03:42
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At the bottom of the sea
There’s a small green fish
What’s wrong with him?
He’s forgotten how to swim
This unhappy little fish
Let’s call him Jim
Though his real name’s Frank
His little mind’s a total blank
Swim, Jim, swim
Flap your little fins
You’re a very silly fish, indeed
Wake up and smell the seaweed
Someone gave him some advice
Said he should follow his dreams
However distant or hard
Jim wants to be leopard
That’s a very stupid dream, Jim
And how’d you know what that is?
Try to think more fishy thoughts
You’ve got no legs and no spots
Swim Jim swim
It’s not romantic, its dim
Everyone’s getting angry
Your tiddler kids will go hungry
So there he sits on the seabed
Losing all he ever had
He would not thrive on the Savannah
He’s got the brains of a banana
Swim, Jim, swim
All the fish say pack it in
The crustaceans and shellfish
They all think you’re being selfish
Swim, Jim, swim
Forget your little whim
It’s less about what you wish for
More what you’re a fucking fish for
So don’t be like poor little Jim
Forgetting what makes him him
Better be a decent fish
Than chase pretentious piles of pish
A fish cannot be a big cat
He sunk himself and that is that
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16. |
Biscotheque
02:40
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I
I’m just like anyone
I want to find a friend and I want to have some fun
And you
You’re just like me
You want to find true love
But you get hungry
So yes, come on let’s go
Down to the biscotheque
Where we can have a snack
And dance until we drop
Down at the biscotheque
Yea, babe, that’s where I’m at
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Take a look outside
The sky’s still in its place
The world’s still spinning round
So don’t give me that face
Tomorrow as arranged
The sun will duly rise
And we will take our place
between the earth and sky
Maybe the world will end
But think about this till then
A quiet walk hand in hand, birds singing early doors
Liquorice Allsorts and Radio 4
A night at the pictures, forests and Beatles songs
An unhealthy breakfast that’s perfectly fried
Sinatra and silly jokes, art by some French blokes
Another new city through which we can roam
Mozart concertos, the colours of autumn,
A bag of pakora for on the way home
We all feel this sometimes
This weight of crushing doubt
We know that we will fail
Finally found out
But till the axe descends
Apocalypse arrives
Let’s make a cup of tea
And get on with our lives
Let’s cock a snook at fate
Catastrophe can wait
Fast flowing rivers, a small bar of chocolate
Fluffy clouds, snowy hills, bottle of red
Ceilidhs, 6 Music, the sun on the water
The odd early night in a comfortable bed
Cream crackers, leafy trees, digestive biscuits
Charlie Bird Parker, a sky full of stars
Humphrey and Lauren, films that are foreign
Old Russian books and electric guitars
Let’s keep these things in mind
But I think it’s probably going to be fine
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Radio Ghosts Scotland, UK
Cultish spectres Radio Ghosts first appeared in Glasgow, Scotland, as post-alternative noise tunesters. They have now spread
outwith any physical, and in many ways paraphysical, boundaries. You're welcome to come visit, any time.
Read more about Radio Ghosts in this revealing interview from 2020 - www.cloudberryrecords.com/blog/?p=9012
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