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Do you ever get the feeling that things aren't quite what they seem to be?

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released June 1, 2012

All tracks written by Jonny Deadpan and THE SPECTRAL PRiDE
Arranged and played by THE SPECTRAL PRiDE, with special guest Jonny Deadpan
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: Doughnuts & Ricin
Car, blacked out from prying eyes
Trapped and locked inside
And it seems I could be crying and not get heard
(Travelling without moving)
Who’s a spiceman now?

Go on, which one would you be?
Confused, and by the way I can’t see
Caught, blacked out with bleeding eyes
Trapped and locked inside
And it seems I could be crying and not get heard
(Can’t move but I’m moving)
Can’t think but there still seems to be

Thoughts, like ravens in my mind
Cold stops time
Car, blacked out from prying eyes
Trapped and locked inside
And it seems I could be calling and not get heard
(Thinking without thinking)
Where are my good friends now?

Car, blacked out from prying eyes
He stays in back while we drive
Man, blacked out with pleading eyes
Trapped and locked inside
And it seems I could be screaming and not get heard
(Till the money’s all gone)
I’m dead
(He’s dead he’s dead he’s dead)
Track Name: Little Louie Groovy
Girls and hotel rooms as night turns to day
Cold icy corners and fights thrown away
With stuff that I’m dragging around
Leaves a trail on the ground
This stuff that I’m dragging around
Leaves its trail on the ground
From a wonderful life but you can’t get it back
Cross your heart, cross your fingers but you can’t change the facts
It’s a wonderful life but you can’t get it back

Cold as the case left behind - pride and shame
Sown with the seeds of my times, some I gained
And some burned on stony ground
It's that trail blazing sound
And some burned on stony ground
It’s that trail dragging sound
Of a wonderful life but you can’t get it back
Call it truth, call it lies but you can’t change the facts
It’s a wonderful life but you can’t get it back
Track Name: The Appendage
‘You rarely count, and far too late,
Your time’s been and gone.’
The Hat tells me how it is these days
With her and the other one


Give her an inch, she’ll take a mile
I’m counting the ways it’s done
Measure for measure
Match her pleasures
Swallow them one by one

Time and space, the Hat tells me
How I’m taking up hers
I tell her with bitter grace
Mostly, she’s done worse

‘Stay if you want
Go if you please
Just don’t stand and hover.
Is it the measures bring you to your knees
Or too many live in lovers?’

Give her an inch, she’ll take a mile
I’m counting the ways it’s done
Measure for measure
Match her pleasures
Swallow them one by one

I should stand fast, the Hat tells me
And count on what was mine
I told her: ‘Include me out
Most if not all the time.’


‘Stay if you want
But you hardly count
So then again why bother?’
‘That’s all I do,’ is my considered response,
‘I’m Alf the Measurer.’

Sick and so tired of feeling sick and tired
Too many measures at once
Never say never
Match their pleasures
Her and the new other one

Give her an inch, she’ll take a mile
I’m counting the ways it’s done
Measure for measure
Match her pleasures
Swallow them one by one
Track Name: The Man With The Smoking Shoes
Do you remember the time we travelled the world
Dressed like tinkers, selling snake oil
We begged, borrowed and stole our way
Never staying anywhere more than a day
Lived like that for about a year
Till the sharpsuits came and trashed our gear
Spy innuendo all of the time
Looking in mirrors and probing minds
They stripped us naked, stole our clothes
All they left were our smoking shoes
Stripped us naked, stole our clothes


They said we were spies
Insurgents
They were the Force
We were disturbance
We were just guys
They were uncivil servants
Pointy-faced spies

Vacuous crap, we told ourselves
Kill em all dead and run for the hills
Take everything but the shoes on their feet
Payback time for the man on the street
A tailor we met on the way to town
Liked our suits and where were they from?
We said ‘Rome,’ he said ‘Ah...
The roses are beige this time of year
I’ll buy you a drink, you’re travel-stained
It’s been 23 days since it last rained.’
Next thing we knew we were back in his flat
One more drink and flat on our backs
He stripped us naked, stole our clothes
All he left were our smoking shoes
Stripped us naked, stole our clothes

He said we were spies
Insurgents
He was the Force
We were disturbance
We were just guys
Uncivil servants
Pointy-faced spies

Cover your eyes
Insurgents
We are the Force
Call us disturbance
We’re the bad guys
Uncivil servants
Pointy-faced spies


Last we met you were all in white
Pointy-faced soldier high as a kite
Me I was black but exactly the same
We shared your mirror and swapped false names
Italian suits, all the right moves
Smoking down to our smoking shoes
Italian suits, all the right moves
Track Name: The Chemical Solution
You go through your changes
With too much duality
Red amber red amber red amber
Is not what I’m here to see

And I need to free your signals (Doesn’t know how to behave)
Much too red for me (Doesn’t know how to behave)
Too much forever amber (Doesn’t know how to behave)
Too much hold up wait and see (Doesn’t know how to behave)
And In monochrome belisha (Doesn’t know how to behave)
Where the tricolor is queen (Doesn’t know how to behave)
I will drown myself in absinthe (Doesn’t know how to behave)
And stain your fairy green (Doesn’t know how to behave)

I’m mapping your sequences
But they all seem wrong to me
Too much look back in amber
Is someone else’s fantasy


Something jammed your signals (Doesn’t know how to behave)
With cold intensity (Doesn’t know how to behave)
Now it’s all about precaution (Doesn’t know how to behave)
Too much take care for me (Doesn’t know how to behave)
In rainbowless belisha (Doesn’t know how to behave)
Where you’re a burned-out queen (Doesn’t know how to behave)
I will drown until my senses (Doesn’t know how to behave)
Restore your royal green (Doesn’t know how to behave)

I’m back in harness again
Drunk and remembering when
From my ladder your changes
Would pulsate and colour my world
Now immersed in old memories
Liquor-drenched wannabies
Hardships
Friendships
And ships in the night

Then I look around and the lights have changed

And I need to feel your signals (Doesn’t know how to behave)
Not the stop and stop and see (Doesn’t know how to behave)
Too many years of caution (Doesn’t know how to behave)
Too many memories (Doesn’t know how to behave)
And in monochome belisha (Doesn’t know how to behave)
Where they know you as a queen (Doesn’t know how to behave)
I’ll drown until my senses (Doesn’t know how to behave)
Would restore your fairy green (Doesn’t know how to behave)
Track Name: Do The Johnny Kwango
No one knew Frankie the Grappler had a golden arm up his sleeve
Even Chief Stalking Backward was blind to years of deceit
Leading their monkey mascot backwards across the canvas floor
Says to his sparring partner: ‘Let’s stalk backwards just once more.’
Stalk backwards!

Like the time they took monkey to the shores of the Patagonian Sea
He said: ‘Wherever we go with Frankie it all looks like China to me
But you’d never touch it Frankie, Frankie ain’t that right?’
He’d always say: ‘You know I never touch it, Monkey, not at night.
Anyway, it give me dreams.....’

‘How long you been Stalking Backward, and when you changing rides?’
‘There’ll be no change in directions, Frank, and besides
You’ve been stuck on that monkey stuff since 1993.’
Frankie knows he’s discovered: ‘That’s who I am, that’s me.’
‘We all got little vices, Frank, so we don’t stand too tall.
So keep on stalking backward, Frank, that’s all.’
Stalk backwards!
Track Name: Wild Dogs of Bonio
Underground
Underground
Digging for bones
Underground
Heaven is a boneyard
Marrow and root
Heaven is a pig’s ear memory

Poppy fields
Poppy fields
Dozens of bones
Poppy fields
Heaven is a graveyard
Poppies and bones
Heaven is a bowl of biscuits

We dream dog dreams of plenty
We fight ourselves for food
We dream dog dreams of sausages
We get dry bones and cartridge cases

Tooth and claw
Tooth and claw
Living for bones
Tooth and claw
Heaven is a back street
Running with pack
Heaven is a butcher’s apron

We dream dog dreams of plenty
We fight ourselves for food
We dream dog dreams of sausages
We get dry bones and cartridge cases

Heaven is abandoned cities
Heaven is a scent of human
Heaven is pack belonging
Track Name: Slowpoke Rodriguez
Can’t shake the idea you’d call
March winds are so cold this year
Your big ears to the ground
Round eyes on the sky
Fixated on moonbeams

When you hear the call
It’s time for us to run
We have to chase those moonbeams down
Just beyond our reach
Shadows spin themselves
Dancing with the shiftless sands of moon

Can’t trust that old moon for sure
New face everytime you look
‘Dance with these ghosts I’ve made
From splinters and shadows.’

When you hear the call
It’s time for us to run
We have to chase those moonbeams down
Just beyond our reach
Shadows spin themselves
Dancing with the shiftless sands of moon

Can’t change what I am, can you?
I’m slow but I get there too
While you, you’re boxing shadows
Moonlight, rainbows
Bright things you can never keep

When you hear the call
It’s time for us to run
We have to chase those moonbeams down
Just beyond our reach
Shadows spin themselves
Dancing with the shiftless sands of moon
Track Name: Target For Tonight
Cats are stupid
Cats won’t quit
Digging your flowers
When they need a shit

Cats are alien, cats ain’t right
Cats line up in the middle of the night
Outside clubs and outside bars
Picking up drunks in Jaguars
Talk the big ones into the back
Take them home to chew the fat
Cats are choosy, know what I mean?
They eat the body but leave the spleen

Cats like heat
Cats like food
Anything more
That’s just you

Cats are movement
Orientated
Cats are internally
Motivated

Cats are alien, cats ain’t right
Cats line up in the middle of the night
Outside clubs and outside bars
Picking up drunks in Jaguars
Talk the big ones into the back
Take them home to chew the fat
Cats are choosy, know what I mean?
They eat the body but leave the spleen

Cat attack cat attack! (Don’t stroke em don’t stroke em)
Run for cover and don’t look back

Cats can’t spell
Anthro
Po
Morphism

Cats can’t spell
Cats can’t rhyme
Trying to teach em
Is a waste of effort

Cats are alien, cats ain’t right
Cats line up in the middle of the night
Outside clubs and outside bars
Picking up drunks in Jaguars
Talk the big ones into the back
Take them home to chew the fat
Cats are choosy, know what I mean?
They eat the body but leave the spleen

Cat attack cat attack! (Don’t stroke em don’t stroke em)
Run for cover and don’t look back

Cats will tell you
The founder of
The glorious Chinese People’s
Republic
Track Name: The Last Arsehole Alive
Maybe I’m a cracked pot
I should send myself back
Does the lifestyle bring paranoia
Or paranoia the life?

That’s enough about me
Let’s say: ‘What about you?’
Let's talk about your problems
Let's talk about your problems

That’s enough about me
Let’s say: ‘What about you?’
Let's talk about your problems
Let's talk about your problems

Maybe you’re the last one
The last arsehole alive
Does the blame game bring the anger
Or is anger to blame?

That’s my theory about you
Anyway, what about us?
Let’s talk about our problems
Let’s talk about our problems

That’s my theory about you
Anyway, what about us?
Let’s talk about our problems
Let’s talk about our problems


Maybe we’re the only ones qualified
Maybe we’re the only ones not
When everything we’ve done
Changes everything we do and say
And not in a good way
Maybe like the music we’ll go round and round
And come out here
Maybe we’ll just go round and round
And come out here

Maybe we’re the only ones
Left at world’s end
Does desperation bring us together
Or togetherness despair?

That’s enough about us
Let’s say: ‘What about them?’
They don’t have any problems
They don’t have any problems

That’s enough about us
Let’s say: ‘What about them?’
They don’t have any problems
They don’t have any problems now at world’s end


Maybe we’re the only ones qualified
Maybe we’re the only ones not
When everything we’ve done
Changes everything we do and say
And not in a good way
Maybe like the music we’ll go round and round
And come out here
Maybe we’ll just go round and round
And come out here