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Diddley
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by THE SPECTRAL PRiDE
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Bo
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Diddley
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Divvy Bastard
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Needles In Hay
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Hard-Wired
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No Blues
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Margin [The Rage]
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Dansom Lane
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Mellow Yellow
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- A tribute to the music of Bo Diddley.
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released 28 February 2009
1-9 Written by THE SPECTRAL PRiDE
10 written by Donovan Leitch
All tracks arranged and played by THE SPECTRAL PRiDE
Recorded, mixed and mastered by The Knobster at The Bunker
Produced by Mr Reindeer
Artwork: Frank Blunt
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- Track Name: Bo
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Tonight it’s dark
The moon is new
Down in the alley
The hounds are blue
Hey, Bo Diddley
Hey, Bo Diddley
All strung out like barbed wire
Boa constrictor necktie
Dead baboon by the roadside
Strip that tattooed hide
And lay that body down now
Lay that body down now
Down down down, into the ground
Lay that body down now
Lay that body down now
Lay that body down now
Down down down, into the ground
Lay that body down now - Track Name: Diddley
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Science is as science feels
Breaking butterflies on wheels
Slide across the laminate
What you see is what you ate
Laggy-bands, a stethoscope
Petri-dish and a bar of soap
Battenburg, chicken thighs
Two brass balls and a Nobel Prize
Hey, we’re going crazy
We’re running round and around
Everything is diddley
Here at the lost and not found
Dozy does, dozy don’ts
Dozy wills and dozy won’ts
Dozy ones, dozy pairs
Dozy fuckers everywhere
Send you scrambling up the wall
Through the trapdoor in the hall
In among the fibre-glass
Blowing bubbles out your arse
Hey, we’re going crazy
We’re running round and around
Everything is diddley
Here at the lost and not found
Running near, running far
Thoughts are running everywhere
Down the street and into town
Better turn the taities down
Neurons firing overtime
Turning water into wine
Just one thing to say to you
Bluh-bluh-bluh-bluh! Bluh-bluh-bluh!
Hey, we’re going crazy
We’re running round and around
Everything is diddley
Here at the lost and not found
Here we go! - Track Name: Divvy Bastard
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Hey, Divvy Bastard
What you going to do?
Blown all your money
On a dried-up stew
Hey, Divvy Bastard
Where you going to go?
Six-inch nails
Hammered in the floor
Now the glow has gone
It’s baby-powder time
Now your world’s gone flat
You’re just a stupid twat
Go go go, Divvy, go
Go go go, you big potato
Go go, stick it up your nose
Go go go, you fucking arsehole
Now the beat goes on
The man’s an atom bomb
Beat beat beat goes on
Big fat atom bomb - Track Name: Needles In Hay
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Hooray, it’s baking day
Sprinkling and stirring
Make it up as we go
Cracking and piping
Looking there, looking here
Looking for the next frontier
Looking out, looking in
Looking for a specimen
Looking down, looking up
Looking for a golden cup
Looking right, looking left
Looking for a treasure chest
Looking cool, looking hot
Looking for a nanobot
Looking thin, looking fat
Looking for a habitat
Looking poor, looking rich
Looking for the on-off switch
Looking found, looking stray
Looking for those needles in hay
Here comes the palette knife
Smoothing and soothing
A taste of marzipan
Limp and not moving
Looking here, looking there
Looking through your underwear
Looking in, looking out
Looking like you’re full of doubt
Looking up, looking down
Looking like a wasted clown
Looking left, looking right
Looking like an ammonite
Looking hot, looking cool
Looking like a broken tool
Looking fat, looking thin
Looking like a rusty tin
Looking rich, looking poor
Looking through a frosted door
Looking bland, looking grey
Looking for those needles in hay - Track Name: Hard-Wired
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Do you ever feel your life Is one long night
Darkness following darkness - no more light
Blackout curtains everywhere you go
A darkroom for a patio
So let’s kick this shit around
See what kind of diamond can be found
Kick this night away
Bring on a light sunshiny day
Do you ever feel that time is one long wait
Nothing turning up but an empty crate
Falling off the wagon with a crunch
All the bits and pieces out to lunch
So let’s kick this shit around
See what kind of ruby can be found
Kick these blue away
Bring on a bright happy day
Dangerous - Oh boy, I’m feeling murderous
Trapped in time - give me a bag of lime
So it goes - a lot of crap down here, you know
On the floor with everything hard-wired
Do you ever wake up with the wombats in your mind
Ravaging the memories they find
Digging through the postcards and snaps
Chewing up the letters and maps
So let’s kick this shit around
And see what kind of opal can be found
Kick this dust away
And bring on a clear cloudless day
Danger-sign - Oh boy, I’m Baron Frankenstein
Glassy-eyed - no more formaldehyde
Up you go - a lot of stars up here, you know
Way on high with everything hard-wired - Track Name: No Blues
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Living by numbers
Is one way to waste a day
Rolling and fumbling
On the road to Mangabey
Neat origami
With the feel of skin on skin
All now a memory
As reality sinks in
Nothing left for you to do
Sing it loud, sing it true
Life’s just a bastard
When you’ve run out of blues
Nothing in your pocket
But a pit of despair
Nothing in the mirror
But an old dusty glare
Nothing in the cupboard
But a doll on a chair
Nothing in the fridge
But a chocholate eclair
Nothing here, nothing there
Fuck all in the room upstairs
Life’s one big bastard
When you can’t find your blues - Track Name: Margin [The Rage]
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Two-faced bastards
Loading actives in jujubes
Mouldy old stock cubes
Cock-ups in test-tubes
Looking for release
In a medical discharge
Viruses converge
Clinical upsurge
Arsehole creepers
On a mission to nowhere
Steady below there
Nose to the mohair
Looking for desire
In linguistic cacophonies
Mickey Mouse therapies
Lizards in libraries
Oh, yeah...
The world that you live in’s
Nothing more than a stage
The mask you are wearing’s
A sorry affair
The role you are playing’s
A pitiful wage
This is the Rage
Don’t piss on the page
Deep down inside
Waves come and go
The world that you live in’s
Nothing more than a stage
The mask you are wearing’s
A sorry affair
The role you are playing’s
A pitiful wage
This is the Rage
Don’t piss on the page
The world that you live in’s
A miserable cage
The mask you are wearing’s
A shitty disguise
The role you are playing’s
A petty rampage
This is the Rage
Don’t piss on the page
Piss in the margin - Track Name: Dansom Lane
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Here comes the sunshine
Firing up the day
Painting clouds and daffodils
Sending Grumpy on his way
Oh, what a sight
For a Jumbly Boy to see
Lurching over speed-bumps
Singing to the bumble-bees
Happy sun, happy day
Happy song, happy play
Happy cats, happy dogs
Happy birds, happy frogs
Happy girls, happy boys
Happy tots, happy toys
Happy roads, happy cars
Happy gears, happy bras
Happy front, happy back
Happy nose, happy crack
Happy pass, happy gate
Happy sodium alginate
Happy work in happy lines
Happy headless-chicken time
So why are you standing there
Alone?
Horsey up, horsey down
Carousel spinning round
Racing at a breakneck pace
Drawing colour from your face
Oh, what a life
For a Jumby Boy to live
Churning out placebo packs
For the hypochondriacs
Someone falling from the sky
Landing on a passerby
Someone in the undergrowth
Looking like a two-toed sloth
Someone crawling cross the yard
Peeling off a leotard
Someone in the wheely-bin
Brandishing a rolling-pin
Someone there inside the wall
On the run from Interpol
Someone underneath the floor
Mumbling like a dinosaur
Someone in the flowerpot
Munching roots and balls of snot
And this is why you’re screaming
All alone - OK?