Tenfoot

by THE SPECTRAL PRiDE

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A look back at misspent childhoods.

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released May 1, 2014

All tracks written, arranged and played by THE SPECTRAL PRiDE and The Knobster.
Special guest: The Bransholme Fart.
Recorded, mixed and mastered by The Knobster at The Bunker.
Produced by Mr Reindeer.
Artwork: Frank Blunt.

© & ℗ 2014 Bollockbrain Productions; released here under a Creative Commons Attribution Non-commerical Share Alike licence.

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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: What It Is
What it is - an inbetween place
What it is - narrow terrain
What it is - a not-too-clean place
What it is - a blocked-up drain

Tell all your brothers
Your sisters too
We'll get together
Spray it all blue

What it is - a total brick place
What it is - from here to there
What it is - a take-your-pick place
What it is - all do and dare

Bring the big speakers
Breaktime is past
Let's all go crackers
And have a blast

It's like, you know, it's like, it is
It's like, you know, it's like, it is
It's like, you know, it's like, it is
It's like, you know, it's like
Aw, fuck it, I can't be arsed: Dance!

What it is - it's a tenfoot
What it is - it's ten foot wide
What it is - It's a tenfoot
What it is - clubroom outside

Tell all your brothers
Your sisters too
We'll get together
Spray it all blue

Bring the big speakers
Breaktime is past
Let's all go crackers
And have a blast
Track Name: Bunga Bunga
Hey, Big Willerker, are you coming out to play?
Don't be a spoilsport who stays in bed all day
So much fun to be had out on the streets
Much much more than a day spent half-asleep

We've got sunshine and clotheslines to occupy the mind
Privet and dustbins to duck and hide behind
We've got tactics and gumption to stay one step ahead
Instinct and spirit waiting to be fed

Knocking off Ginger - Ginger minger
Scaredeycat danger - Dangerman
Run like a nutter - Gread and gutter
Drink all the flat-top - Milkyman

Come on, Big Willerker, and bring your bamboo-cane
We're going to dig some woggums and head on down the drain
Sticklebacks and tiddlers all swimming in a mass
A good half-chokker will make a mighty splash

Re-alley-O Malley-O - Alley-O alley-O
Don't you dally-O - You're-it-man
Skip like a boxer - Smelly sockser
Tag all the catches - Fisherman

Bunga bunga - Eggetty-budge
Antsy pantsy - Ready or not
Bunga bunga - Spit and a jump
Have a banana - All-y all-y in

So come on, Big Willerker, and bring your caps and gun
Cowboys and indians are having so much fun
Hooting and screeching like forty thieves possessed
Dancing in circles around a treasure chest

Bollies and marbles - I've got a sackful
No time to dawdle - Shooterman
Sure as a sniper - Windscreen wiper
Keep all the winnings - Highwayman

Bunga bunga - Eggetty-budge
Antsy pantsy - Ready or not
Bunga bunga - Spit and a jump
Have a banana - All-y all-y in

One potato, two potato, three potato, four
Five potato, six potato, seven potato, more.....

Hey, Big Willerker, are you staying in today?
Don't be the spoilsport who won't come out to play
Such a lot of fun to be had out on the streets
So get up you lazy boy and give yourself a treat

Cacamallah bumsweat - Hopscotch roulette
Don't you step in it - Leapfrogman
Light as a sprinter - Itchy splinter
Lollystick scraper - Handyman

Bunga bunga - Eggetty-budge
Antsy pantsy - Ready or not
Bunga bunga - Spit and a jump
Have a banana - All-y all-y in
Track Name: School of Wit
Put on your sannies, we're spragged for twagging
Time to go chudding again
Give us a croggy you big daft moggy
And don't pull a mug like a bairn

Such a lovely day
For cheeky pups at play
Bowling down the lane
Heads high like John Wayne

Don't make a racket, sneak through the snicket
We need to be quiet as mice
Cut the codswallop and give us a leg-up
We ought to be there in a trice

Such a lovely street
For larking lads to meet
Gardens filled with flowers
Trees as tall as towers

Over the wall we go
Silent but deadly hitting the floor
Roughly blending, shadows in the shade
Homemade commandoes here on a raid

Out over the lawn we go
Into the bushes, crouching low
Stop for a breather, looking around
Then into the trees, eyes on the ground

Pick up the good uns, hoy out the bad uns
Nothing as gradely as that
Don't be a divvy, just hold out your pulley
Soon we'll be scoffing like twats

Such a lovely place
For crafty kins to graze
Gathering up the fruit
Every one a beaut

Back over the wall we come
Shimmyshots bulging tighter than drums
Back on to the bike we leap
Lurching and wobbling, picking up speed

Off back down the street we go
Laughing and howling: I told you so!
And there in the doorway looking like a fiend
The man with the wild eyes, hear him scream:

Die, die you bastards, die!
Go on and die, die you bastards, die!
Die, die you bastards, die!
Go on and die, die you bastards, die!
Track Name: Shitter
Dismal day, cloudy sky - watch the rain slide down the pane
Smudging the world outside - everything unclear
Down it pours, stay indoors - jumbled jigsaw on the floor
Edges and corners first - soon the sky will clear

Here comes the Macmans' van
Bringing us our daily scran
Breadcakes and sausage-rolls
Small sliced white to fill a hole
Lots of bubbly in a jar
Lovely penny Arrow Bars
Friendly people so superb
Chock-a-block pantry at the kerb

Sunny day, clear blue sky - washing drying on the line
Fluttering on the breeze - everything so fine
Hazy streams, hosepipe dreams - cooling off the pots and troughs
Flowing across the flags - soon the path will shine

Here comes the Walls's van
Bringing us our 99s
Sundae Cups and Cornish Tubs
Kinky lollies to cool the cubs
Funny Faces, Chocky Bars
Broken wafers in a jar
Hearts and Woppas so superb
Well-stocked fridge here at the kerb

But when your eyes are bigger than your belly
Will all the goodness oozing from the telly
Twicicles as nicicles, it motivates your tricycle
Topsicles as Popsicles, it flattens all your obstacles

Belly rumbling starts you grumbling
Bumbly mumbling along the way
Fingers fumbling always stumbling
Jumbly tumbling, nowt to say

At the kerb halt
Eyes right, eyes left, eyes right again
Don't you dare bolt
If all clear, quick march, do not run

Haddock, patty and chips, please
With scraps.....
Track Name: Spudgun
Broken toys, bully boys
Trample all your hopes into the ground
In a trance, Jack Palance
Swaggers through the tenfoot like a hound

The wallpaper takes you inside
Another world where you can hide
One of the boys, no longer strange
Whistling Dixie, riding the range

Cause I'm the Sheriff in this town
And I will shoot you, shoot you down
Yes, I'm the Sheriff in this town
And I will aim and shoot you down

Mooching lame, such a shame
Two dead-legs won't help you run away
Oh so sad, Alan Ladd
Won't turn up to lend a hand today

The wallpaper is your shelter
Leave behind the helter-skelter
One more cowboy, no more despair
Lassooing steers, jingle of spurs
Night by the fire playing guitars
Coyotes and wolves sing to the stars
Two six-shooters aimed at rustlers
Squeezing triggers, goodbye brothers

Cause I'm the Sheriff in this town
And I am going to shoot you down
Yes, I'm the Sheriff in this town
And I will surely shoot you down
Track Name: Out to Dry
On your feet, hit the floor
All the girls in navy drawers
All the boys in vests and shorts
No-one feeling out of sorts
You there, clever clogs
Hurry up and change your togs
Wipe the smirk right off your face
Take a partner, take your place

Heigh-ho, moving toe-to-toe
Hand in hand we go across the parquet with devotion
Yo-ho hey-yo, everything so-so
Round and round we go, a group of acrobats in motion
Ay-aye aye-ho, let the movement flow
Egged on by the force of people merging without question
Woh-woah way-ho, here comes the do-si-do
Going to skip and dance until we just can't dance no more

On your toes, light as snow
Turn and slide and off you go
Feel the rhythm in your feet
Everybody on the beat
You there, droopy drawers
Lift those sandshoes off the floor
Don't want to drag those feet about
When you're weaving in and out

Heigh-ho, moving to-and-fro
Back and forth we go across the parquet with emotion
Yo-ho hey-yo, everything yo-yo
Up and down we go, a group of antelope in motion
Ay-aye aye-ho, let the movement grow
Building up the force of people merging without question
Woh-woah way-ho, forget the do-si-do
Going to twist and shout until we just can't dance no more

On and on and on it goes
Girls and boys across the floor
Slippery as butterflies
Fire and laughter in their eyes
You there, what's your name?
Don't tell me it's Mary Jane
Keep those heels and toes in line
Otherwise, doing fine

Heigh-ho, moving all elbows
Side to side we go across the parquet without caution
Yo-ho hey-yo, everything loco
Pit-a-pat we go, a pack of Looneytoons in motion
Ay-aye aye-ho, let the movement glow
Shining with the force of people merging without question
Woh-woah way-ho, do-si-do-si-do
The lad with two left feet is surely going round in circles
Ay-aye aye-ho, everybody bow
Mr Tivvy's darlings in a single line unbroken
Woh-woah way-ho, round and round we go
Going to laugh and spin until we just can't dance no more
Track Name: Bad Penny
Get out of it, you daft ha'porth, before you feel the back of me hand
I'll knock you clear into the middle of next week

You chuck it out, it just comes back
The stripey padded anorak
Owld and bland, crappy brand
Nightmare on a laggy-band

You feel like you've been left behind
A pikelet with the bacon rind
Mouldy tin, bum-fluff chin
Dross that's better out than in

You know your shoes are not the mode
Leave you walking pigeon-toed
Way too tight, load of shite
Make you look a proper sight

You feel like you're a laughing-stock
The village idiot in a smock
Cast-off dregs, jam-packed smegs
Mildewed git in half-mast kegs

We could've gone bananas
In Noddy-print pyjamas
But tanked-up in bandanas
We're way beyond insane

You throw it away, it comes straight back
The tab-end in the bladderwrack
Bob-a-job? Shut your gob
Light one up and be a yob

You feel your world is incomplete
A shepherd's pie without the meat
Half you see, half you get
The other half just ain't done yet

You need to get right off your face
Ciderman in outer space
Watch me crawl, watch me brawl
Rat-faced sliding down the wall

You feel your life's been ironed flat
Clouted on with a cricket-bat
Slap me here, twat me there
Bray me in me underwear

We've seen it all before, we've heard it all before
Nothing is new
We've seen it all before, we've heard it all before
Second-day stew
We've seen it all before, we've heard it all before
Hole in my shoe
We've seen it all before, we've heard it all before
Knack-all to do

Bad penny.....

You get slapped down, you bounce right back
A kelly-toy in an anorak
Keen and lean, Mr Mean
Homegrown screwball full of beans

You feel like you're the future trend
Way beyond the latest blend
Bit of this, bit of that
Load of front in a bobble-hat

You know your strides are on the mark
Sharper than the sharpest shark
Cool as cool, fit to rule
Jewels to make the dickheads drool

You feel like you’re the bees's knees
The bestest git there'll ever be
Watch me prance, watch me dance
The tool in the Mondrian underpants

We've seen it all before, we've heard it all before
Nothing is new
We've seen it all before, we've heard it all before
Second-day stew
We've seen it all before, we've heard it all before
Hole in my shoe
We've seen it all before, we've heard it all before
Knack-all to do

It's like, you know, it's like
It's like, you know, it's like
You know it is
It's like, you know, it's like
It's like, you know, it's like
You know it is
It's like, you know, it's like
It's like, you know, it's like
You know it is
It's like, you know, it's like
It's like, you know, it's like
You know it is
Track Name: Tonka
Playtime noodling, doodling the frontier
Wireless driveling, falling on deaf ears
Off the carpet, out across the lino
Past the sockets, dodging dominoes

Captain Dumptruck - King of the building sites
Indestructible - The man with the iron brow
Mr Moonstruck - Head full of dynamite
Irresistible - Nothing's going to stop me now
Nothing anyhow

Frontiers widen, taking the fresh
In the garden, new friends everywhere
Gnomes and hedgehogs, taddies in the pond
Worms under logs, but no magic wand

Captain Towtruck - King of the broken down
Indescribable - The man with the spare parts
Mr Starstruck - Zooming from town to town
Inexplicable - Got to get the car to start
Faster faster - Battery's flat today
So reliable - No wrinkles on this brow
Next disaster - Zoom down the motorway
So invaluable - Nothing's going to stop me now
Nothing anyhow

Frontiers harden, lure of distant sounds
Fenced-off garden, desires out of bounds

Captain Firetruck - King of emergencies
Unmistakable - The man with the water hose
Mr Heatstroke - Head full of urgency
Inescapable - Got to kick down those doors
Hurry hurry - The houses are up in flames
So unbreakable - No sweat on this boy's brow
Scurry scurry - Kick the doors from the frames
Certifiable - Nothing's going to stop me now
Nothing anyhow
Not a single thing now
No, nothing anyhow
Track Name: Bread and Butter
Now's the time for single minds
Question-marks all left behind
No Is it right? No Is it wrong?
No probing with a twisted tongue
Got to head on down the line
Meet up with some pals of mine
Chew the fat on crap we like
Pull a leg and take the mike

O Smiley Wiley: Why the ranting, why the rage?
Don't be entirely lost inside another age
You dribbling baby, don't you know those days have gone?
No time for maybe, all your mates have moved along

Now's the time for middle ways
Tempered steps throughout the day
Gentle left, gentle right
Gently move towards the night
Going down the corner shop
Try to keep the spirits up
No too high, not too low
Just enough to make things glow

O Boozy Lucy: Why the wobbler, why the screams?
Don't be so choosy, life is more than broken dreams
Where is the baby? Don't you know those days have gone?
Too late for maybe, the kids have grown and moved along

Now's the time for straight-ahead
Anarchy all put to bed
No leaning left, no leaning right
No putting up with endless shite
Going clubbing down the town
Love it up and leap around
Sweep the gawpers off the shelf
Make an arsehole of yourself

O Ravey Davey: Why the pet-lip, why the monk?
Don't be so heavy, dump the mood you pissed-up punk
You big cry-baby, don't you know those days have gone?
I don't mean maybe, hit the deck and move along

Move along.....
Track Name: Meltdown
Nothing is as certain as uncertainty
Not knowing is the only thing you know
Wolfing down the pudding is no guarantee
The proof will end up chucked across the floor

Nothing takes the biscuit like a lazy cat
Filling up the tub until it groans
Life all rolypoly greased with butterfat
Sack of spuds across the cobblestones

So go and have a lie-down
Oh, the chocolate's melting again
Better go and have a lie-down
Oh, you just can't take the strain
Time to go and have a lie-down
You know nothing feels OK
Going to go and have a lie-down
And hope the abbdabbs all go away

Nothing hits you harder than the softest touch
A glance can send you reeling into space
The slap on the shoulder isn't worth that much
When you wake up with your nose across your face

So go and have a lie-down
Oh, the ceiling's melting again
Better go and have a lie-down
Oh, you just can't take the strain
Time to go and have a lie-down
You know nothing feels OK
Going to go and have a lie-down
And hope the cobwebs all blow away

Nothing is as crowded as an empty room
Whispers swarm and bounce from wall to wall
Somewhere in a hideyhole reprisals loom
Waiting for the chump to take the fall

So go and have a lie-down
Oh, the skies ares melting again
Better go and have a lie-down
Oh, you just can't take the strain
Time to go and have a lie-down
You know nothing feels OK
Going to go and have a lie-down
And hope the locusts all fly away