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1.
Bells Ring 03:23
Bells ring birds still sing the monkey kings are dressing up for war in this case less is more Stars shine words still rhyme pundits chirp and call it work while we measure breath carefully When all this is over we may see you’re still you and I’m still me lightened by the loss of dignity starry eyed and sober falling in the clover when all this is over Bells ring and everything the monkey kings are dressing up for war in this case less is more When all this is over we may find the past is all we’ve left behind delivered by the loss of liberty starry eyed and sober falling in the clover when all this is over Bells ring birds still sing stars shine words still rhyme pundits chirp and call it work while we measure breath carefully When all this is over we may see we’ve been changed irrevocably lightened by the loss of dignity starry eyed and sober falling in the clover when all this is over when all this is over When all this is over
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1000 Saints 03:31
Throw a feather Throw perfume There’s a riot in your dressing room Throw a flower on the fire And straighten up your new attire I know I’d try the patience of 1000 saints It doesn't matter who you think you are Beware of what you ain’t Say it isn’t so We already know Its almost touch and go Its almost touch and go Touch and go Burn the bodice Burn the lace And put the cad back in his place Bet a penny to a pound You miss me when I’m not around I know I’d try the patience of 1000 saints It doesn't matter who you think you are Beware of what you ain’t They it isn’t so But we already know Its almost touch and go Its almost touch and go Touch and go I know I’d try the patience of 1000 saints It doesn't matter who you think you are Beware of what you ain’t I know I’d try the patience of 1000 saints It doesn't matter who you think you are Beware of what you ain’t Its almost touch and go Almost touch and go Touch and go
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Pinned 02:43
We are hopeless And we’ve lost our dignity Pinned somewhere between chromosome and that kid in the nativity We are restless Anxious to improve But we’re lost somewhere between buccaneer and the ghost of one removed You know it feels When the going gets real When you’re pinned to the tick tick ticking Of the second hand sticking to it’s sweep around the wheel We are hopeful That we’ll stumble on a cure That from the lies the truth will rise but I wouldn't be so sure We are angry And we won’t give up our toys The epitaph that we will craft is of selfish girls and boys You know it feels When the going gets real When you’re pinned to the tick tick ticking Of the second hand sticking to it’s sweep around the wheel You know what it costs, it’s more than profit or loss You’re attached to the beat beat beating of a heart that’s cheating you, The tick tick ticking of the second hand sticking to, The universe will cheerfully return us all to ashes and to dust…
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We were trying to find you We were trying to find you Oh, I miss you so bad I miss you so bad I miss you so bad I miss you so Hunched in the back seat hugging my knees Drifting in these Suburbs seas A towering concrete wave Broken glass anemone The houses all look the same In these suburbs like seas Where has my horizon gone? I haven’t see it for so long We were trying to find you We were trying to find you Oh, I miss you so bad I miss you so bad I miss you so bad I miss you so Slumped in the back seat hugging my knees Drifting in these Suburbs seas A towering concrete wave Broken glass anemone The houses all look the same In these suburbs like seas Where has my horizon gone? I haven’t see it for so long…
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Evenso 03:01
Data in a paper cup I guess we better drink it up Lady Day and I called up to testify Cos you know even so… Wishes on a silver spoon promised you the sun and moon bird of prey so high storm trooper butterfly Cos you know even so… You’re a dead ringer for a cowboy singer if the cowboy singers were crows too back-fired to be inspired to see as far as it goes even so yeah, you know Sorrows in a plastic bag it’s all we ever really had judgement day you cry over the shiny lie Lady Day and I called up to testify Cos you know even so… Cos you know even so… Yeah, you know
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Where will you go When you go To the place you think you’ll go When you’re gone Where will you go? What will we see when we gaze in the face of eternity Finally free What will it be? Under wood-smoke skies Under mossy spires Full moon and fire flies Low hum of sleeping choirs Heavy golden scent From the star-lit flowers Drowsy and content Drooping from their bowers Night time gently laps Over sand filled eyes Meteors will crack Luminescent skies Dreaming Where are dreamers dreaming? Dreaming Where are dreamers dreaming? Where will you? And how do you know? Where will you? And how do you know? Where will you? And how do you know? And how do you know?
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Kickstart the old quartet if anybody here remembers it bitter and bemused again Spring clean the courthouse clock the debris strewn way to the top drunk on bad news again There’s enough to go round There’s enough to go round They’ll mollify the compound eye and bleed anaemic populations dry Pigs in a stye Kickstart the old quartet Dribble and spit through most of it drunk on bad news again Lay siege to the old town hall and hold the masses in a thrall bitter and bemused again There’s enough to go round There’s enough to go round There’s always been a frightful scene that panders to the maddest dreams of greed Stuffed on junk you don’t need Here comes the old quartet
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A nervous breaking down Seemed to follow you around Another ugly scene From the time machine The story is you always got the breaks But you never understood what it really takes Now they jump and shudder like a bad transition Ringing hollow like a false contrition It's a dirty little mission stealing honey from the hive Stealing honey from a hive A nervous kind of crowd Talking way too loud I only heard the scream As I fled the scene The story is you never got the breaks But you always understood what it really takes Now they jump and shudder like a bad transition Ringing hollow like a false contrition It's a dirty little mission stealing honey from the hive Stealing honey from a hive
9.
New Song 03:39
We got lucky but no one knows why We got rainclouds to hold up the sky Listen very softly to the new song Though no one can hear it it’s a new song We got fingers to point at the stars We got buffoons to play the guitars And we’re floating along with the stream And we’re hoping you know what that means Listen very softly to the new song Though no one can hear it its a new song We got memories before we forget And a mean side that you ain’t seen yet Listen very softly to the new song Though no one can hear it its a new song Listen very softly to the new song Though no one can hear it its a new song
10.
Electioneers 03:09
Rogues and parasites Your devotees are terrifying Electioneers clutching at the straw poll town by town Electioneers money is a promise to repay Electioneers worrying they're gonna be left behind Electioneers kisses on the baby yeah Oh, from dizzy heights You doctrinaire and testifying Rogues and parasites Your devotees are terrifying Did we make a mistake? Did we make a mistake? Electioneers family to the front and the devil in the back please Electioneers telling you that they can hear your voice Electioneers looking for luck they can get behind Electioneers hope the debt will never be recalled Oh, from dizzy heights You doctrinaire and testifying Rogues and parasites Your devotees are terrifying Did we make a mistake? I think we made a mistake Did we make a mistake? Did we make a mistake? Did we make a mistake?
11.
Billions 03:10
I guess I made myself a jerk I couldn't make the language work Falling hard on my face Dying down here in a state of disgrace Oh we're one of millions Yeah one one of billions Oh one of billions I guess happened years ago to someone I used to know Living high and laying low you can see the way they go Oh we're one of millions Yeah one one of billions Oh one of billions I guess you made your feeling known There were things I could have shown Falling hard on my back Get up, get up enough of that crap Oh we're one of millions Yeah one one of billions Oh one of billions
12.
Circle the oval Planning escape Willing the future Into a shape Circle the oval Under the pine Lighting a capstan Wasting my time Circle the oval Playground and park Watching the wood Disappear in the dark Circle the oval The centre is safe Out on the edges The menaces wait Don’t you wish the days would flow Like honey golden years Can’t you feel the days all flow like rain swollen gutters of tears Circle the oval Surrender to night I saw you appear in the sodium light Circle the oval Clutching my hand From to hereafter As if it were planned Don’t you wish the days would flow Like honey golden years Can’t you feel the days all flow like rain swollen gutters of tears Can you feel the minutes flow like river silvered tears Don't you wish the days would slow Like honey golden years Honey Golden Years
13.
It's 1985 and Bowie is still alive navigating by the seat of his pant he's got one shot left in the canon So Lets Dance Motherfuckers Let's dance jaded prince Lets Dance Sister Midnight Like your life depended on it Wailing baby level one second floor is troubled mum negotiating silent son who will not speak to anyone level three is you and me hanging from the balcony and suddenly, and suddenly its a long way down So Lets Dance Motherfuckers Let's dance jaded prince Lets Dance Sister Midnight Like your life depended on it
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Recorded during the plague years 2020-2021 on an iMac using protools and an Apogee Quartet. Martin acoustic guitar, Ibanez 12 string guitar, Fender Precision bass, Rickenbacker bass, Fender Stratocaster and Phantom Guitars Works 9 and 6 string electric guitars. Teletone Postcard Piano and Scarbo, Waves Clavinet, Avid DB-33 organ, Xpand2, OVox, Avid Boom and Abbey Road Drums plugins and my plastic tambourine. SM78 and AKG 3000C microphones.

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released January 1, 2022

Written, performed and recorded by the Insufferable Paul Scott
Mixed by Steve Melville at Burning Boat

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