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Diddley

by THE SPECTRAL PRiDE

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1.
Bo 03:09
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
2.
Diddley 03:12
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!
3.
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
4.
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
5.
Hard-Wired 05:43
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
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7.
No Blues 03:58
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
8.
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
9.
Dansom Lane 04:18
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?

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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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