The Cataloguer

by THE SPECTRAL PRiDE

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A trip through the world of catalogues.

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released June 12, 2009

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: Life's A Gas
Hello birds hello flowers hello trees
Hello birds hello flowers hello trees
Your glowy world is comforting to me
Warm and fuzzy, the safest place to be
I let my fingers do the walking to my place
World of camping pamphlet
Lightens up my darkest place

Beverley keeps her foot on the gas
Loitering with intent near the camping gas
Listen to a voice from the past:
Lick it up, Beverley, lick it up fast

I’ll give it up tomorrow...

Hollow birds hollow flowers hollow trees
Hollow birds hollow flowers hollow trees

Beverley keeps her foot on the gas
Beverley keep loitering near the camping gas
Blotting out a voice from the past:
Lick it up, Beverley, lick it up fast

I’ll give it up tomorrow
Wait and see...
Track Name: Splash!
Glow of the moon glow of the moon glow of the moon
I am purchasing seeds by the harvest yellow magic moon
Glow of the moon glow of the moon
And if you look beneath those wrinkled pages
See those seeds arooting as we
Splash it on all over...

Over the wall over the wall over the wall
I am sowing my seed over nextdoor neighbour’s garden wall
Over the wall over the wall
And if you look beyond your kitchen window
See those babies bouncing as we
Splash it on all over...

Final farewell too soon to tell empty the shell
I am harvesting plants from my nextdoor neighbour’s empty shell
Final farewell too soon to tell
And if you look beyond your empty body
See my babies feeding as we
Splash it on all over...
Track Name: Eagleburgers
He wakes with night breath
She shakes in her nightdress
Nothing her mother might warn her about
Could ever prepare her for this
Rousing her from bitter sleep
He’s off to make his kitchen creep

Some folks got to eat meat
But we got Eagleburgers
Some folks got to eat meat
But we got Eagleburgers
Eagleburgers all night
Eagleburgers char just right

She’s braced for the fumble
Him smell of the jungle
Everything he dreams about
Comes out through his face
Right now it’s Eagleburgers
Right now she dreams murder

Some folks got to eat meat
But we got Eagleburgers
Some folks got to eat meat
But we got Eagleburgers
Eagleburgers all night
Eagleburgers char just right

Go down to the front door
Sit down on the tiled floor
There’s a catalogue in the mail
And you’re waiting to inhale
Open the page, summon the rage
Has something died in your face?

Some folks got to eat meat

She tries not to kiss him
He tries not to listen
Right now he’s the Alpha male
Closing on his mate
From sleep he chuckles
And drags his knuckles
Track Name: Mr Jolliman
Boysown daydreams
Saving the world
Appealing to heros in their hour of need

Through retrospection
And sensible clothes
The road to redemption is hard on the knees

Reach up bend down stretch out...

I found my hero
He’d cleaned up his life
And was somewhat inspired to see me appear

In action trousers - yeah
I’d carefully chosen
Polymide blended time-travel gear

Reach up bend down stretch out...

So killed my hero
And there he was dead
Under the sheets at Serenity Knolls

So I stole his money - yeah
To build a machine
For hindsight, wisdom and the good of us all

Reach up bend down stretch out...
Track Name: Freddie
Nightlife you see when you strip back the bark
String’s at the ready, says: This one’s for Freddie
Poisonous pimp in the park

Valkyrie forms vigilante with horns
Greased and about to kick arse
Rangers and queens in the park

Burning flags morph from rags into riches
Brandname bags for labelless bitches
Sliding on home with the nark

Bird mask, leather and lace
Fascination, feather in face
Fountain of spray it’s a Man Ray thing
In between knitwear and nasty old git wear

Rangers and queens on the dancefloor
Sibilant sex licks snake-eyes love lies
Rangers and queens on the floor
Rangers and queens on the floor
Track Name: Avon Calling
I’m late - as in dead
Almost a part of the river bed
A thing happened
When it happened, I was unprepared
Don’t trust beards
The men in hats say
To soak up your tears one day
We could have done it - put a stop to it
Signed on the line and copped for it
So that

Girls get it, boys get it
Men with their manly toys get it
Why don’t you get it
Why won’t you let it
On to your doormat
Oozing with credit

I’m lost - as in found
Begging for change
On the underground
A tin rattled - I felt hassled when
I should’ve felt scared
Don’t play with tramps
You’ll never get away
With a beard like that, they say
We could have saved you, got a cream
If it’s grooming you need
We got a dream that

Pimps get it, tarts get it
Men who’d like to keep smart get it
Why don’t you get it
Why don’t you get it
Brought round by our agents
In case you forget it

Life gets boring
Avon calling.....

Not quite drowned,
The men in hats sigh,
Too dehydrated to lie down and die
We’ll always be there for you
From this moment on
Ensuring for certain when
All’s said and done that.....

Girls get it, boys get it
Men with their manly toys get it
Why don’t you get it
Why won’t you let it
On to your doormat
Oozing with credit
Pimps get it, tarts get it
Men who’d like to keep smart get it
Why don’t you get it
Why don’t you get it
Brought round by our agents
In case you forget it
Track Name: Tick Tock
Tick tock a handful of clocks
Mama is singing and banging the pots
God don’t need to segment time but I do

Tick tock dandelion clocks
Play in the garden while tea’s keeping hot
God don’t keep your food warm boy but I will

Don’t cry baby, your mama is calling you home soon
Don’t cry baby, your mama is waiting at home
Don’t cry baby, your mama is calling you home soon
Don’t cry baby, your mama is always at home
Singing Tick tock

Tick tock mail-order shops
The windows are blind, the doors are all locked
God may like being omnipresent but I don’t

Tick tock ticking the box
Mama chimes in: Well it’s got to be clockwork
None of that quartz like standing a corpse on your sideboard

Don’t cry baby, your mama is calling you home soon
Don’t cry baby, your mama is waiting at home
Don’t cry baby, your mama is calling you home soon
Don’t cry baby, your mama is always at home
Singing Tick tock

Tick tock electrical shock
Mama’s brain cells snap crackle and pop
God don’t make his babies cry but he lied

Tick tock the clocks have all stopped
Mama’s forgotten to wind the things up
God don’t need his payback soon but I do

Don’t cry baby.....
Don’t cry, don’t cry....

Tick tock Jack in the box
Mama’s donated her favourite clock
God can’t make these things fall down but you can

Tick tock mail-order clock
All of a sudden Mama looks lost
God can kill his only son but I can’t

Come back baby.....
Don’t cry, don’t die.....
Track Name: Catalogue Girl
Lady Bountiful posing in knitwear - Catalogue Girl
Bandages underneath leopard-skin housecoat - Catalogue Girl
Arranged by the window in magic recliner - Longs for her world
White silk bandages candy apple curls - Catalogue Girl

Lady Bountiful it’s axiomatic - She’s not from round here
Lady Glasshalffull ever pragmatic - It’s been a fair year
But she misses her family, misses her daddy - In Catalogue World
Freeze-framed in laughter forever after - Catalogue World
White silk bandages rigor de rigeur - Catalogue World

Lady Bountiful caught in no motion - Vacantly smiles
At timelessly floating droplets of lotion - Organic and mild
The finishing touches nothing corrupts it - Catalogue World
As real as the paper she’s printed on makes her - Catalogue Girl
White Silk bandages candy apple curls - Catalogue Girl