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Tenfoot

by THE SPECTRAL PRiDE

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1.
What It Is 05:43
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
2.
Bunga Bunga 04:50
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
3.
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!
4.
Shitter 03:58
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.....
5.
Spudgun 03:57
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
6.
Out to Dry 04:31
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
7.
Bad Penny 05:25
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 one 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
8.
Tonka 03:24
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
9.
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.....
10.
Meltdown 04:53
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

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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.

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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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