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Brass Boy
04:35
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Something happened, still not sure what it was
First he’s running, then he’s lying on the grass
He’s immobilised
As the clouds rush by
Here he comes. Here he comes. He’s the brass boy
There he goes. There he goes. He’s a god’s toy
Hear him clatter down the road
Where he’s heading no-one knows
Head is hollowed, except a paper scrap
A golem’s code in a vacuum trap
Not a thought gets in
His reflecting skin
Here he comes. Here he comes. He’s the brass boy
There he goes. There he goes. He’s a god’s toy
Hear him clatter down the road
Where he’s heading no-one knows
Precision tooling it’s the artificer’s art
Prime example of a dying art
And you can hear the whirr
Of his clockwork heart
Here he comes. Here he comes. He’s the brass boy
There he goes. There he goes. He’s a god’s toy
Hear him clatter down the road
Where he’s heading no-one knows
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Spidermonkey
02:53
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I got my beady eye on you
And you look like you’re feeling blue
I do that good old soft shoe shuffle over
I’m shrugging off my lizard skin
My boyish charm is wearing thin
And desperation thins the grin I deliver
All arms and cheeky chatter
Alarms and watch them scatter
Flash cash, and get a little drunky
Spidermonkey
I sip daiquiri, mother’s milk
Whisper smooth as spider’s silk
And toss three wishes casually your way
I offer my monkey’s paw
If you don’t know the wishing lore
It’s going to end in shock and awe today
All arms and cheeky chatter
Alarms and watch them scatter
Slick shtick, and get a little funky
Spidermonkey
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Don't Forget
05:26
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Don’t forget about the man on the train
Sleepy skin, his crackle cough
And don’t you bet he’s going round again?
With no reason to get off
Don’t forget about the girl in the mall
No-colour hair and ice melt eyes
When she saw that you noticed at all
A kissless mouth, an ‘O’ of surprise
And don’t forget about me
Don’t forget about me
Don’t forget about me
Don’t forget
Don’t forget the crowd in the store
Smudgy marks instead of their faces
“Love me” they whispered close
Though you swore it was an empty place
I don’t want to disappear
Now I’m starved of your regard
And I don’t want to vanish clear
Til all that’s left, on your front step
A Hiroshima shadow charred
So don’t forget about me
Don’t forget about me
Don’t forget about me
Don’t forget about me
Don’t forget about me
Don’t forget about me
Don’t forget
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Got a letter today, came as some surprise, it said
“You’re no longer owners of your world”
The paper was a kind that I did not recognise
Had a picture of a little girl
Every TV channel ran the interview
Trying to find out why
All the questions, every language that they knew
But all she did was cry
She said, “You’re all the same
None of you care about the birds in the skies
This isn’t a game
You’re ruining it all, and besides...
This my world just as much as yours”
Little girl who sold the world
“And my friends will take care of it good”
Little girl who sold the world
So everybody’s curious who her friends might be
That’d buy a planet from a child
But all she’d say’s they come from far away
And they’ve all got happy smiles
So the UN’s debating about profit sharing
The fee that came from the stars
But a pack of Rolos seven billion ways
Just doesn’t go very far
And she says, “You’re all the same
None of you care about the rain and the trees
This isn’t a game
You’ve spoilt it all, so please...
This my world just as much as yours”
Little girl who sold the world
“And my friends will take care of it good”
Little girl who sold the world
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murnie Glasgow, UK
Murnie is a Glasgow/Lanarkshire-based power trio with a love of strong melodies with idiosyncratic lyrics played loud, and with influences as varied as seventies singer-songwriters and classic metal this is hardy surprising. Their unusual piano/drums/guitar-or-bass line-up might appear lacking, but thoughtful arrangements, harmony vocals and sheer enthusiasm result in a big sound from a wee band. ... more
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One of *the* bands of Stag & Dagger 2015. Great balance of wit, musicianship, fun, brotherhood, pint-pulling, button-pressing and pizza.
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