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innuendo

by THE SPECTRAL PRiDE+1

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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)
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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
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‘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
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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
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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)
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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!
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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
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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
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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
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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

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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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