Diddley

by THE SPECTRAL PRiDE

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A tribute to the music of Bo Diddley.

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released February 28, 2009

1-9 Written by THE SPECTRAL PRiDE
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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A recording venture launched in the spring of 2004 to enable four friends to meet and indulge in a common favourite pastime: the laying down of sounds while making one another laugh.

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Track Name: Bo
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
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
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
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
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
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]
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
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?