The Sandwalk

by THE SPECTRAL PRiDE

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A bit of a stagger on the dark side.....

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released August 1, 2013

Written, arranged & played by THE SPECTRAL PRiDE.
Recorded, mixed and mastered by The Knobster at The Bunker.
Produced by Mr Reindeer.
Artwork: Frank Blunt.
© & ℗ 2013 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: Heading Out
Where there is smoke, there is smoke
Where there is friction, there is fire
The spark of anger is no joke
A flying cocktail is no liar

So what the hell is happening here?
Where is the fun in all this waste?
A rank explosive atmosphere
Leaving behind a bitter taste

Where there is pain, there is pain
Where there is tension, there is terror
The flash of vengeance is no game
A burning breeze is no chimera

So should I stay or should I go?
Where is the sense in being here?
Another sorry fiasco
Mayhem and darkness drawing near

I'm heading out
(What will the night bring?)
A ton of doubt
In each step I take

I'm heading out
(No time for playthings)
This walkabout
A real make or break

Where there is fear, there is fear
Where there is poison, there is power
The snarl of fury is no cheer
A falling suitcase is no shower

So button up, it's time to go
There's just no sense in being here
Untie the ropes and cheerio
It's time to smile and disappear

I'm heading out
(What will the night bring?)
A ton of doubt
In each step I take

I'm heading out
(No time for playthings)
This walkabout
A real make or break
Track Name: Cicadas
Sky is filled with stars tonight
Homeless dreamers travel light
No room for the paperbacks
Wooden legs and plastic macs
Throw away the bric-a-brac
Arty-farty artefacts
Roller-blinds and empty minds
So much rubbish left behind

Walk the walk - the sound of cicadas
Chalk the chalk - is tearing up time
Smoke the smoke - so many pathways
Don't talk the talk - jumbled-up lines
Walk the walk - you dream when you sleep
Chalk the chalk - do you sleep when you dream?
Smoke the smoke - featureless faces
Don't talk the talk - all floating upstream

Voices on the wind tonight
Keep all senses sharp and bright
Whispering through the cul-de-sac
Talking bollocks by the track
Throw away all self-control
Undiluted rock-and-roll
Party spirits up in flames
Cracking heads and calling names

Walk the walk - the sound of cicadas
Chalk the chalk - a message from time
Smoke the smoke - so many phrases
Don't talk the talk - tangled grapevines
Walk the walk - you say what you mean
Chalk the chalk - do you mean what you say?
Smoke the smoke - words of dishonour
Don't talk the talk - dressed up in grey

Watchers in the woods tonight
Building up an appetite
Wondering what the path will bring
Keeping tabs on everything
Throw away the chicken-bone
Competition in the zone
Desperation in the dark
So much violence in the park

Walk the walk - the sound of cicadas
Chalk the chalk - an echo of time
Smoke the smoke - so many phases
Don't talk the talk - rambling designs
Walk the walk - you want what you hear
Chalk the chalk - do you hear what you want?
Smoke the smoke - the delicate touch
Don't talk the talk - of an insincere rant
Track Name: The Sandwalk
Instrumental
Track Name: Rough Ground
Hey Charlie, why are you hanging?
Monkey no trudge about in the rain
Oh Charlie, heads are a-banging
The rougher the ground, the harder the strain
Hey Charlie, why are you circling?
Falcon no swoop and snatch under stars
Oh Charlie, pickly gherkin
The rougher the ground, the deeper the scars

Always hurting - memories just won't go away
Life uncertain - can't go on another day
Desperation - pinball bounce from taste to taste
Isolation - the smiling face of a trust misplaced

Lurching sideways - no one wants to take you home
Burnt-out relays - whoops, there goes the barbitone

Bonds dissolving - gentleness and patience drained
Life evolving - circles formed and habits gained
Desolation - the politics of the simple fix
Adaptation - the clickety-click of perennial pricks

Signals scrambled - curtain-twitchers closing doors
Limbs disabled - outcasts sprawled on unswept floors
Going bye-byes - snoring socks and coma toes
Counting fireflies - whoops, there goes the overdose
Track Name: Storm Brewing
Dark times on the road again
Another turn, another game
Is the booze the one to blame
We've all got shit for brains?

There's a storm brewing
No buckarooing
A storm brewing
A dark undoing

Clouds mask the horizon
Driving rain is in season
Sleepwalkers are rising
All intentions are frozen

There's a storm brewing
No barbecuing
A storm brewing
One dark undoing

There's a storm brewing
No wild yahooing
A storm brewing
One dark undoing
Track Name: Stumbler
Dead of night, dead on time
Dead-eyed dicks in a dead-straight line
Shuffling through the parking zone
Dead on target, each his own
Dead-smooth automatic doors
Non-slip mats, checkered floors
Notice-boards in dead-beat bays
Heading for the dead-end maze

Aisles of leisure, aisles of bliss
Aisles of structured idleness
Such a multitude of sins
Gathered in the bargain bins
Kingdom come, kingdom gone
Kindred spirit, king coupon
Three for two, King Kong deal
Kingsize trolley, wobbly wheel

So many pleasures you can buy here [Good cheer]
So many hungers you can feed [Exceed]
Sometimes I think that I could die here [Pioneer]
All of my comforts guaranteed [Indeed]

Tins of soup, tins of beans
Tins of beer, tins of dreams
Tins of stodgy pap for kids
In mouth-watering pyramids
Packs of bickies, packs of cakes
Packs of gumdrops, packs of flakes
Packs of lovely chocky bars
Ta-ta munchies, hello Mars

So many pleasures you can buy here [Headgear]
So many hungers you can feed [Birdseed]
Sometimes I think that I could die here [Sincere]
All of my comforts guaranteed [Knock-kneed]

Oh yeah yeah.....

One of these, three of those
Bag of nuts, tomatoes
All the fuel a body needs
Simple means for simple greeds
Time is money, time is play
Time to pay and be on my way
Time to queue in single file
Cool self-service with a smile

So many pleasures you can buy here [Small beer]
So many hungers you can feed [Stampede]
Sometimes I think that I could die here [Oh dear]
All of my comforts guaranteed [Agreed]

So many pleasures you can buy here [Good cheer]
So many hungers you can feed [Exceed]
Sometimes I think that I could die here [Pioneer]
All of my comforts guaranteed [Indeed]
Track Name: Off the Grid
Get back on the slow track
Pronto just has no value
Straightness of the road, Jack
Says more then the speed you can do

Left right - step by step
Left right - no time to fret
Left right - step by step
Left right - the world's a threat

Left right - step by step
Left right - forget the debt
Left right - step by step
Left right - goodbye sunset

Left right - step by step
Left right - now don't get wet
Left right - step by step
Left right - don't break a sweat

Left right - step by step
Left right - in Leatherette
Left right - step by step
All right?

Martin stop farting
Carson stop arsing about
The line of your parting
Says more than a scream and a shout

Left right - step by step
Left right - place that bet
Left right - step by step
Left right - don't think roulette

Left right - step by step
Left right - no cigarette
Left right - step by step
Left right - have a rosette

Left right - step by step
Left right - you marionette
Left right - step by step
Left right - in silhouette

Left right - step by step
Left right - your mind is set
Left right - step by step
All right?

Go slow on tiptoe
Freedom don't need an excuse
The smoothness of the trip, Joe
Says more than all hell broken loose

Left right - step by step
Left right - no time to fret
Left right - step by step
Left right - the world's a threat

Left right - step by step
Left right - forget the debt
Left right - step by step
Left right - goodbye sunset

Left right - step by step
Left right - now don't get wet
Left right - step by step
Left right - don't break a sweat

Left right - step by step
Left right - in Leatherette
Left right - step by step
Left right - it's not done yet

Left right - step by step
Left right - place that bet
Left right - step by step
Left right - don't think roulette

Left right - step by step
Left right - no cigarette
Left right - step by step
Left right - have a rosette

Left right - step by step
Left right - you marionette
Left right - step by step
Left right - in silhouette

Left right - step by step
Left right - your mind is set
Left right - step by step
All right?
Track Name: Station X
Hey Tommy Flowers, what's that you're building?
The room is so toasty it feels like July
Thousands of tubes glowing and purring
Crunching enigmas and draining them dry

Who would've thought the codes could be broken?
Letter by letter the wheels fall apart
All overpowered, ciphers unfolding
Laying the bricks of an exquisite art

Official secrets - keep you amused
Designing circuits - no time for confused

Hey Tommy Flowers, the big boy's performing
Undressing riddles and laying them bare
Wrapped up in tape, the bedsteads are rattling
All synchronized in an unscripted score

Official secrets - keep things obscure
Rooting out targets - no time for unsure

Hey Tommy Flowers, what's that you're burning?
The boiler is rumbling as loud as a bomb
Drawings and plans glowing and crumbling
One more enigma to add to the swarm

Official secrets - keep things confused
Everything private - no time for amused
Official secrets - keep your trap shut
Each section separate - is that understood?
Track Name: Daybreak
t's time to kick the crap and go
No ‘Hang about’, no ‘Just a mo’
New day is breaking up the sky
So get your rucksacks on or die

Day breaking
Life waking
Nerves crawling
Chorus calling

It's time to hide behind the shades
Anonymous as lemonade
New day is bleeding through the cracks
Blinker-controlled panic-attacks

Day breaking
Life waking
Nerves crawling
Chorus calling

It's time to leave behind the gonks
And all the slippery-sloping twonks
New day lies broken on the dunes
Corpuscles pool into lagoons

Day breaking
Life waking
Nerves crawling
Chorus calling

Day broken
Life woken
Nerves crawling
Chorus calling
Track Name: Return
Where there is fun, there is warmth
Where there is laughter, there is fire
The thrill of sharing is a strength
A double-meaning lifts you higher
So take the warmth and leave the cold
What is the use of being blue?
Too many moods, too much untold
Will leave you lost and feeling screwed

I'm coming home
Where it's happy inside
Home
Where everything feels good

Where there is sense, there is style
Where there is substance, there is leisure
The taste of closeness brings a smile
The glow of beauty is a treasure
So take the smiles and leave the frowns
What is the use of being sad?
Too many dives, too many downs
Will leave you closed and feeling bad

I'm coming home
Where it's cheerful inside
Home
Where everything is good

Where there is joy, there is hope
Where there is passion, there is power
The stroke of love is scented soap
The deepest pleasure is a flower
So take the highs and leave the lows
What is the use of being down?
Too many hits, too many blows
Will leave you reeling like a clown

I'm coming home
Where it's so warm inside
Home
Where everything feels good
Home
Where it's roasting inside
Home
Where everything is good

Where there is balance, there is tone
Where there is order, there is presence
But in the end we die alone
And the final sound is silence