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Play For Today

by Bisonics

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1.
WHAT HAPPENED? THE MANAGER: Who was it who praised you to the skies When you were barely mediocre? Who was it who left you with the right guys The dealers and the smokers? Who stayed up for three nights running Setting up your website and MySpace page? Who was it who fed you quotes so stunning Stephen Fry fell off the stage? Well, I'll give you three guesses if you can't remember But you're living it up in your private club and I'm not a member What happened to the friend I had? What happened? What happened? Who was it who got you on the A-list Rubbing shoulders with Noel at the bar? Who ensured the paparazzi never missed You stepping out a car? Who was it who paid for your Hoxton flat And your studio space? Who was it who cleaned up your act And airbrushed your face? Well, your P.A. says you can't see me now, you're so frightfully busy And she's got to go - 'Jarvis is on the line' - and I wonder, 'Is he?' What happened to the friend I had? What happened? What happened? THE ARTIST: Yes, I know who plucked me from obscurity And exposed me on the front pages Who made me an object of curiosity Where everything I say and do is 'Outrageous!' Who made it impossible for me to step outdoors Without strangers being cruel and hateful Shouting 'We hate you' and 'Filthy whore' I'm sorry - do I sound ungrateful? Well, I could tell you all about my new life in Hell But you'd only call the papers with an exclusive to sell What happened to the friend I had? What happened? What happened?
2.
THE LAST POST When I land and unwind I'll write her a postcard Over a black coffee and a Gauloise Maybe a saucy cartoon - a busty nudist and a coastguard Or a scenic one - a church or a bar But what can I write after what we've been through? The coffee chills as I chew my pen 'Having a great time' is spiteful and patently untrue I'm here and now, not there and then It's time to draw a line through what left us so scarred And leave point-scoring P.S.'s unread I pay my bill and leave, tearing up the tacky postcard With the inscription 'Wish you were dead' Au revoir, ciao, sayonara, Auf wiedersehen, adios, goodbye
3.
NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOURS Hello everybody, I'm just the same as you We share the same opinions and we always state our view We all have beerguts And the same haircuts We're the next door neighbours We're the next door neighbours We rely on supervision to light our dim life now Don't break from the pack 'cos no-one taught us how We always watch the quiz shows And our mums go to Bingo We're the next door neighbours We're the next door neighbours There's no news like bad news and we all love to complain In August we get two weeks off and we all troop off to Spain Lived side by side for centuries We see each other in documentaries We're the next door neighbours We're the next door neighbours
4.
THE LIST OF MR. PFISTER The list of Mr Pfister Makes no mention of his sister Just some ointment for his blister And "Have the go-go girls come? Choreograph the stage fights And don't bring up the house lights Get a hammer for the termites And will someone do their sums? We need to settle these invoices Don't defrost the choc-ices Ensure the wigs go back to Joyce's And Ted's not too drunk to drive. Put some fresh soap in the basins Replace the defacings Get Ted to collect the Masons And have the go-go girls arrived?" "If the host must die, die smiling And have the workmen finished tiling? Has Maureen finished filing? Is she petrified of hard graft? Pay off that smart arse comic He were bloody chronic Was it an act or naturally moronic Die? I nearly laughed! And put the Siamese twins on half wages And the tigers in their cages It was bloody outrageous To let them out in the interval." The list of Mr Pfister Made no mention of his sister But re: the go-go girls was most insistent When they're here to call.
5.
BLAND FOUNDATION I am Locus Operative 4CB Personnel correlator level 2/3 Tooth-tapping pen-chewing countdown to pension Handsome pay-off from The Bland Foundation THIS IS THE BLAND FOUNDATION, THE BLAND FOUNDATION Turning sloppy seconds into uniform years THIS IS THE BLAND FOUNDATION, THE BLAND FOUNDATION Direct inject blancmange in your ears The Impersonal Adipose Tissue Net Effect Propose International Health then go and get wrecked The fizzy cool jerks, mental masturbation There lies the rub with The Bland Foundation THIS IS THE BLAND FOUNDATION, THE BLAND FOUNDATION Bang the dole drums soft and scary THIS IS THE BLAND FOUNDATION, THE BLAND FOUNDATION Making life extra-ordinary We're fascinated by your every opinion Fill in these forms, collected by a minion Under-managers Friday drink with tidy Jeff Pray you're not replaced by a Slavetron VAF BY THE BLAND FOUNDATION, THE BLAND FOUNDATION Nigel Havers supplies website narration THE BLAND FOUNDATION, THE BLAND FOUNDATION Thank God you're not Malaysian Looking for danger, security, car, prospects, Loud tie, quiet life, dead wife, office sex Perfect company, the right occasion Perfect fitting golden handcuffs - The Bland Foundation THIS IS THE BLAND FOUNDATION, THE BLAND FOUNDATION Use the news, lose the old THIS IS THE BLAND FOUNDATION, THE BLAND FOUNDATION All that glitters turns to mould
6.
Tender 03:45
TENDER I am the Christ of jubilation I am the church of perspiration I am the robber of copulation I am the Marx of commiseration I am the engine of cognition I am the fire of hibernation I am the wine of anticipation I am the smack of sophistication I am the bend of justification I am the dust of introspection I am hurting I am feeling I am tender to this dimension You are the air of invention You are the sum of intention You are the peak of exhilaration You are the whip of inflation You are the sunlight of elation You are the drink of destination You are the tick of intoxication You are the floor of fornication You are the food of intuition You are the juices of fruition You are being You are meaning You are tender to this dimension
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Mercenary 03:12
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Starecase 03:58
STARECASE Look at me - I'm alone again - The half full glass - Is now half empty Look at me - I've got older - I've got the lines - I'm no wiser Save me, save me, from myself Look at me - I still make those mistakes - I still hurt inside - From the mess that it makes Look at me - I'm still a child - I'm running away - From the voices inside my head Why don't you Save me, save me, from myself
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this is 03:46
11.
BLACK BOX RECORDER No good praying to your designer gods I'm stacked up against the elements and odds What used to be safe and warm Is now smashed to bits by this electric storm Get the black box recorder Get the black box recorder Get the black box recorder Get the black box recorder Teacher's screaming at the top of her lungs Preacher's on his knees, babbling in tongues Neither can decide To go into the quicksand or go out with the tide Get the black box recorder Get the black box recorder Get the black box recorder Get the black box recorder The ship's going down with all hands We sailed off the world's edge and no-one understands The centre cannot hold The foundations snap, buckle and fold Get the black box recorder Get the black box recorder Get the black box recorder Get the black box recorder There's a flood of tears pouring down the stairs Fire dances on the tables and chairs There's a tornado tearing through our home Destroying everything that we own Get the black box recorder Get the black box recorder Get the black box recorder Get the black box recorder
12.
SOMEONE ELSE'S WIFE You know, it's the ones Who faced the big guns Who are most wary to talk of war; And hear me, Lord above, The same applies to love So you see why I can't say much more. Hair flecked with confetti, You and him, and I bet he Relished being the envy of the reception; And I was the best man And you know I still am Though my speech was a triumph of deception. Wrong place wrong time, too little too late, Is this the story of my life Where I'm always someone else's husband And you're someone else's wife? When I sigh And get gazey-eyed At the kitchen sink doing the dishes She doesn't know (Or, at least, I hope so) What my aching wish is. In lieu of sex I send you texts Short and sweet and cryptic; And instead of dirt I'm scrubbing from my shirt I wish it was your lipstick. Wrong place wrong time, too little too late, Is this the story of my life Where I'm always someone else's husband And you're someone else's wife? We've hard-learned Everybody gets burned And we could've been the perfect match; If we could break these chains I'd be kissing your veins And you can rub my paunch or bald patch. Can we ever be Together and free Not have to listen for a key in the door Or could this feeling so strong Transpire to be wrong And we're left with nothing at all to say in the morn? I'll never know, it's the end of the show Of the story of my life I'm always someone else's husband You're always someone else's wife
13.
Beyond 02:53
BEYOND Beyond the mind that held the thought beyond the skull that holds the brain beyond the eyes that shape the face and shape the world for mind to see beyond this room and all it holds beyond you there you read you drink beyond open nightgown invite me in again ha ha oh yes beyond daylight flooding indoors rooftops rain wet the cloud rolls by beyond the planes silent and small their trails like lace that tie the world within our reach but still so long beyond the sky the moon the sun beyond the edge and end of all beyond this time there is nothing Oh, there is nothing Oh, there is nothing Oh, there is nothing Oh, there is nothing at all nothing there is this time beyond of all and end the edge beyond the sun the moon the sky beyond so long but still our reach within the world that tie like lace their trails and small silent the planes beyond rolls by the cloud rain wet rooftops indoors flooding daylight beyond oh yes ha ha again me in invite nightgown open beyond you drink you read you there beyond it holds and all this room beyond to see for mind the world and shape the face that shape the eyes beyond the brain that holds the skull beyond the thought that held the mind beyond
14.
The Smiles 04:11
THE SMILES Making a secret wish Blowing dandelion clocks. Smoke my first cigarette Hidden in my sandwich box. Our blanket is my duffel coat Later we'll sail paper boats Ten to one, mine won't float I've got clumsy fingers And my hayfever lingers. It was you Who Put The smiles on me This flower beneath your chin Will tell if you like butter. When you ease me your lazy grin I lose my schoolboy stutter. Laying watching clouds drift by Our hands will shade our eyes. We sit up at a sound nearby It's the butterfly collectors They'll not disturb or affect us It was you Who Put The smiles on me A spin on the roundabout Then a go on the see-saw. The sun sinks behind the factory Our mums are calling us indoors. Summer scrams like a gang of thieves I'll watch the bonfire of dead autumn leaves I'll look at lovehearts on the trees. If I don't see you December I'll always remember It was you Who Put The smiles on me

about

Songs about and around and in and out and under and over love.

VIDEOS!
Here are the better ones -
Starecase - vimeo.com/38401704
Beyond - vimeo.com/15375302
And here are some shabbier ones -
What Happened - www.youtube.com/watch?v=olPhRTBLg9U
The Smiles - www.youtube.com/watch?v=hhPTpEBGFR0
Old Hat - www.youtube.com/watch?v=2XsICkBujR0
I Hate Blues - www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ccyz55oPe1g
The Last Post - www.youtube.com/watch?v=9zXV32sWm2A
this is - www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lu7Cqj0wz1E

credits

released June 1, 2010

Cover drawing by Edward Ward.
Design by Stephanie Johnson.
Recorded by Malcolm Gayner.
Mixed by Simon Beacon & Malcolm Gayner.
Written, produced and performed by BISONICS [Doug Murphy, Paul Hamilton, Simon Beacon].

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