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Oak Tree
04:46
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Oak Tree
Under an old oak tree
I found his young body
Took him and his heart inside
Promised him as my bride
We were happily tethered
So happily tethered
Then we lived out our dream
Under these oak and elm beams
Gathered our fresh bounty
From the garden's rich authority
That we had sown
We bloomed and we splendour'd
We gathered seeds and ploughed on
We bloomed and we splendour'd
We planted seeds and ploughed on
We bloomed and we splendour'd
We gathered our fruits and soldiered on
In our bed of deep mahogany
We fucked about, kissing and sodomy
Engraved our stains on the headboard
Skirted around moments of cruelty
Under these pale holly leaves
I cared for his stale body
Suddenly organs were failing
I bought salves, grapes,
And mostly, I suppose, I stayed
I did not leave in pursuit of easier living
I stuck through it
In dumb hope and in blind determination
We stuck through it
Despite the removal of hope
Despite the worsening
We stuck through it
Despite the darkening sun
The loss of the moon
We stuck through it
Under an old apple tree
I scattered his dead body
To feed the orchard again
A rich source of calcium
And my tears
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2. |
Extravagance
05:07
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Extravagance
Who dares walk her cheetahs on the dark canals of Venice?
Diamond leashes glitter, servant flames splutter
Emaciated spectre with kohl tattooed eyes
Albino birds painted shades of blackened violet
Luisa leash me up like a leopard, to your heart
Black though it be, let’s toast your effigy
Dress you in silver mail fit for the Queens
They cannot touch you now, they cannot do you harm
You are the shadow, that pale light
That draws us fluttering to your
Extravagance
We stare at the rubies that shine in our hearts
They’re all you could wish for, they’re all I could want
Pink peacocks howling as we waltz through the night
They screech of crazed parties, canopies of fright
Luisa in Paris, Luisa by the lake
Sitting still in veils, painted by the greats
Even electricity bows down to her
Until it catches flame, and all the money escapes
You remain a shadow, that pale light
That draws us flickering to your
Extravagance
Debt-ridden in London, she’s dressed in dead birds
Abandoned by her poet, denounced by the world
But once a creature exotic, she cannot be forgotten
So bury her naked, but don’t bury her nameless
Wrap her in panther skin, her Pekinese beside
Shakespearean elegy, Shakespearean lines
In and out of fashion, in death no less intense
She cannot wither now, she cannot fade from sight
She is but shadow, that feint light
That draws us shivering to her
Extravagance
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Disappeared
03:42
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Disappeared
Where did you go?
The night you disappeared?
Did you dance with a unicorn on the shores of Loch Conn?
Did you shiver in fear as the dark set in?
Or relish the stark quiet of the forest night?
Where did you go?
The night you disappeared?
Did you waltz with a fox, box with a badger?
Did you lift up your skirts to flirt with Pan?
Did you shiver in a damp hole cold and forlorn?
Where did you go?
The night you disappeared?
And aren't I amazed you made it home again?
Still it's a mystery, not a bite on your body,
Is there something out there I can't see?
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4. |
Photographing Rain
04:24
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Photographing Rain
Along the river running
By the ocean turning
Under the sky's flooding
Swirls of grey
Frantically falling
Looking for a place to land
In the night the rains came
In the night the waves came
In the night the men came
In the night the threat came
In the night
We learnt to hold our breath
In the night we embraced
Took the risk of loving
Took his tongue in my mouth
And we prayed
In the night the men came
Broke down the barricades
We bent our backs to running
And we prayed
Frantic and praying
Looking for a place to hide
In the night the men came
In the night the shots came
In the night the pain came
In the night the chains came
In the night I lost you
I lost you
A grey crane is standing
In the daylight shining
Two bodies gently swaying
In the sun
In the sun
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5. |
Japan To Jupiter
05:05
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Japan To Jupiter
From bicycles to platform heels
School uniform to flares
A little silver make-up
Black eyeliner in swathes
We took the train to London
On the Bed-Pan freedom line
Going to a nightclub, oh, to a nightclub in Soho
It's a scream, don't look down
We can be those cosmonauts
We can be space fantasy
We're a scream, we don't look down
We’re soaking in the glamour
From Japan to Jupiter
Hanging out at Eric's
In cobwebbed frilly sleeves
Dressed roughly as Victorians
Dressed drastically as Queens
Paint a red disc on your forehead
Some lightning 'cross your cheek
Jonesy says it how it could be
His sun machine, his starry man
His Major Tom, his Berlin hands
They’re a scream, don't look down...
Staring at the record sleeve
For hour after hour
I want to be an astronaut with glitter and space power
I want to dye my hair red
Hold a fag just like a girl
Freeze in thick wool overcoats
In the shadow of the wall
And the record goes around, around
And the needle gathers dust
They shout for me to turn it down
If I don't get out of here I'll burst.
I want to scream, I want to fly far away
Japan/Jupiter
Full of cleverness and charm
Goodbye then to platforms
To the Rollers and white jeans
The make-up has caked up
And the fantasy's unreal
Still I'm glad I took the London train
On the Bed-Pan freedom line
Went out to those dodgy clubs
And changed back to my school uniform in the Gents on platform 9
We had a scream, we never looked back
We were those cosmonauts lost in outer space
A scream, don’t look now
With a head rush of glamour, we spun the world and all inside her around
Spun the world and all inside her around
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6. |
Wolves/Crows
04:46
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Wolves/Crows
I leave my screams in the hole of a tree
Leave my woes in its poisoned leaves
Poor tree, its sap thick with my dull life's sicknesses
I greet the tree each sorrowful day
To leave my horrors and then walk away
My skin smooths over, my wrinkles clear, and I can sleep
The poor tree pulls its branches down to weep
Weighted down with sorrows deep
Poor tree
I used to hunt for its shape in the copse
Now to the violent park I coolly walk
It's easy to see the burdened tree, it rots
It's wounded by my petty discontents
But I refuse to let the poor tree be
I expect to find it dead, the scream hole scabbed
And a nearby sapling in dread
The poor tree pulls its branches down to weep
Weighted down with sorrows deep
Poor tree
I have begun to fear the trees revenge
I know it's called out for wolves and crows
To make a bony necklace of me
So I can no longer horrify its roots
The poor tree, when the lights go down low
Calls for the company of crows
Wolves/crows, great carnivores
To gnaw me into carnival bones
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7. |
No Longer Elastic
03:38
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No Longer Elastic
No longer elastic
No longer a whistle call
The creases are deepening
Cracks within the flaws
No longer elegance
No longer La Belle of La Ball
Invisible to ingénus
Who like their flesh taut
Stuck in a power cut
He wipes his mouth and shrugs
This passenger crumbles
Tumbles low and fails
To memorise his memories
Not the man he fantasised:
Suave in Gaultier
Seasoned, travelled, epigrammatic
Parties in Mayfair
No chance ecstatic
No hope of tantric thrall
This squire is tepid
His lust a petty squall
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8. |
I Wish It Would Snow
03:59
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I Wish It Would Snow
Lying in bed
Thinking how I hate my job
These cold winter mornings
Don't make it any easier
Wishing I'd win the lottery
Imagining the lucky numbers
You sleep still beside me
Wonder what's in your dream?
I wish it would snow and close the roads
So I couldn't go and we could
Stay in bed all day
I wish it would snow and close the roads
So I couldn’t go and we could play Eskimos
Lying on the carpet
Watching you as you get dressed
Thinking ‘bout what we did last night, I blush
Monsters from the government
Doublethink on the radio
Wish I could show him the faces
Of these I'm meant to cure
I wish it would snow …
Sit with my coffee
Remembering cigarettes
House keys and car keys
My briefcase of regrets
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9. |
Tiny Moments, Tiny Omens
03:33
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Tiny moments, tiny omens
September’s come, appled the trees
Darkened the sky, pulled down the leaves
I'm not ready yet for winter
The last was too bitter
Let's go back to April
Before I have to take pills
Can I please rewind the sun
To cherry blossom and bird song?
These tiny moments, as the painkillers wear off
Tiny omens between sips of painkillers
Remind me of the pleasure
That won't come next year
Not to see the blossom
Oh god September's gone
I'm not ready yet to forget
Burnt out cars on Brixton hill
Francis at the Apollo
Ghost Town on the radio
She had a cock (heart) like mount Vesuvius
Got an arse (mind) as deep as the grand canyon
Can I please rewind the sun
To cherry blossom and bird song?
Tiny moments as the painkillers wear off
Tiny omens between sips of painkillers
Tiny moments, tiny omens
September’s come, appled the trees
Darkened the sky, pulled down the leaves
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10. |
The Most Beautiful Day
03:36
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Today is the most beautiful day
I have ever lived
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ExtraVagance
Louisa leashes up the cheetahs
Takes them for a diamond stroll
Adds more kohl to her eyelids
Paints her birds a shade of violet
Winds a snake around her neck
Toasts the wax effigy of herself
Plans a wild electric party
To display her gilded body
She fell to debt in sordid London
Scavenged crow feathers for her hair
Once you've been exotic
It’s hard to be forgotten
Bury me with my Pekinese
Naked under cloaks of leopard skin and panther
In death no under achievement, in death no loss of detail
Age cannot wither her
Nor stale her variety
It matters though she's dead
She must have extravagance
Take me to the Pyramids, he said,
Feed me nectarines and honey
Treat me Greek, make we weak
Fly me down to Mozambique
Buy me shiny machines, a Tudor house
An estate of deer, my own moon and my own star
And all I need to repay?
Is to kiss your hoary whiskered face
I took Ryan down to the Scala
Where we talked lager until dawn
I'm keen as mustard, says he, I'm warm as custard, he lied
I'm fluent in vodka, says me, and I slur gin easily
And I felt we were hot for sin
But back in his blank white room
We stared at the rubies shining in our hearts
And all I could think was what a waste, is my heart really
Worth this extravagance?
I need love like I need lungs to breath
It's not a luxury like icing sugar, brooches, diadems
Not an expensive extra item
On the poor neglected menu of life
Stuck low under fridge freezers and fries
I need it night and day
A terrible reckless crave
I took Frederick out to the forest
Where he chopped wood and I baked chocolate cake
We were happy finally
So happy finally
Till the wolves/crows called out to him
Talked of the mess of flesh back in the city
He dribbled and he ran
To satisfy a whim
To kiss him seemed folly, to stay the night a mistake
To promise a week, a month, a lifetime!
Extravagance
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PATRICK FITZGERALD Manchester, UK
Patrick Fitzgerald was the singer and bass player in Kitchens of Distinction. After Kitchens he was: Fruit, one half of three fabulous duos - Lost Girls | The April Seven | Oskar's Drum - and Stephen Hero. He has been releasing records under all these guises and more since 1987. ... more
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