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Morning Rolls
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Fairytale Propaganda
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Performance Evolution
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The Parallel Curve
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The Bell Curve
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The Promethean Cord
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Freeman
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The Winning Smile
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PKD Dum Dum
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- about
- This album was not planned with a concept, despite our acceptance of the progressive rock labelling that describes only a part of The Lunacy Board's agenda and might suggest songs about Tolkeinesque quests or 10 minute drum solos as well as the obligatory concept album. Nevertheless, here it stands - our first album is indeed a concept album, after a fashion.
The concept is primarily thematic - the mental health of the world, which stretches from individual to corporate, governmental and global insanity. We look at some of the causes, the fallout and the cures. There are protests, rock 'n' roll, ambient soundscapes, strange synchronisations, serialist tonerows, waltzes and even the odd catchy pop tune along the way. There are lunatics, deaths, chavs, lobotomies, mythologies, neaderthals, warnings, lovers and then still room for a little hope. - credits
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released 13 July 2008
Mick Bordet - Guitars, Bass, Vocals, Ukulele, Theremin, Flute
Sean de Florette - Vocals, Drums, Guitars, Bass
Doug Boucher - Bass (Xenochronous Requiem)
Ninki V - Melodica & Synths (Count The Hours) - license
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- Track Name: Morning Rolls
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Well, you've got your
Morning rolls
But your appetite is gone,
They're stale and dry
It's unavoidable
We can't cheat time - Track Name: Fairytale Propaganda
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Whatever happened to being poor, but happy
Is it just fairytale propaganda?
The princess in her tower hasn't got long hair
She wants a modelling deal and a silicon pair
Of breasts implausible for her skeletal frame
Built on a cocaine habit and a promise of fame
The white knight abandonned his trusty steed
His Burberry livery demonstrating the need
For power and respect where none have been earned
Chasing the dragon he crashed, withered and burned.
Chorus:
Whatever happened to being poor, but happy
Is it just fairytale propaganda?
Whatever happened to being free and easy
Yes, it's fairytale propaganda?
The King has no stature, the old Duke's not grand
They've handed over power to a foreign land
Where branding and bureocracy feed corporate gain
And political correctness stops us questioning their reign.
The wise old man's lambasted for his crazy ideas
Centuries of progress still marred by old fears
Of divine retribution or some terrorist bomb
His intellect is the property of some big dot-com.
~Chorus~
Fairy Godmother's going to town
Dreaming up celebrities, then tearing them down
to sink in the mire of the latest trends
living in the eye of the camera lens.
~Chorus~ - Track Name: Performance Evolution
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Part 1 [Sung by the Primordial Soup]
The time has come for your performance as a species,
As a race, to be reviewed
Where you can try to justify
The hunger, war and lies
You'll have a panel of Peers
Considering your past thousand years
We are the stakeholders, Primordial Soup
Investors in your genetic code
Millions of years to get to here
So speak up for yourself, Mankind
Part 2 [Sung by the Cro-magnon Man]
I'm cro-magnon man and I wanna go home
Sit with my buddies and throw up a bone
You might think that I'm not the smartest in town
But your genes and skills are just my hand-me-downs
We gave you fire to heat your cave
You turned it to weaponry - my aren't you brave
Cave-painting art that faces our fears
Became TV telling what they want you to hear
Instinct protecting the tribe from outside
Warped into bigoted xenophobic pride
We were farming and hunting to live hour by hour
But you're raping the planet for your personal power
Part 3 [Instrumental - 'Modern Man']
Part 4 [Sung by the Fishmen from the Future]
Thank you very kindly
For being just who you are
We are your successors
From a future very far
Ignore the ranting caveman
Talking out his ass
We have a vested interest
To perpetuate our past
Chorus:
Keep on pumping crap into
The atmosphere
Burying all your rubbish
Under ground
That's why we've grown these groovy
Gills and flippers
In order to survive we're
Ocean-bound.
So keep on eatin' that fast food
M-S-G is really good
Eat the candy, eat the pie
Caffeine hit and sugar high
It ends up tastin' all the same
Renders half your senses lame
Evolution will move you on
All you'll need will be plankton
~chorus~
Part 5 [Reprise - Sung by the Primordial Soup]
We are the stakeholders, you and me
Invested in our genetic code
Let's fix it now, someway, somehow
Live up to the legacy. - Track Name: Count The Hours, Fix The Wings
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Count the hours,
Nothing you can do
until the windsock's sitting true.
Fix the wings,
check the rudder, aerelon.
No room for error - nothing wrong.
Will we ever fly this thing?
Or will we sit and count
the ticking hours? - Track Name: The Parallel Curve
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Private workspace
Name on the door
Quality upholstery
Shine to the floor
Plans and diagrams
Adorning the walls
Intercomm for
Urgent Calls
Pristine suit
Crease defined
Jacket for those
Special times
Staff are ready
Meet your needs
Working on your
Daily deeds
Colleagues chatting
Lots of crack
Competition
Stabs your back
This is my life
This is yours
This is my life
This is yours
Are we so different, me and you?
Living parallel lives of our own
I've not done so well with my time on this Earth
What about you?
You'll lie with advertisements
Spin with statistics
Crush your competitors
One after one
You'll send out the lawyers
Fiddle the books
Not pay your suppliers
Cut down to the bone
You'll skimp on the quality
Save on the safety
Sell them a dream they can't
Possibly own
Grind down your own people
Treat them like sheep
Dip into their pensions
Their futures you own
Are we so different, me and you?
You are committed, this is true
But I've been committed because I'm insane
What's your excuse? - Track Name: The Bell Curve
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A travesty; a means to an end
A slavery; of ideas, warped to fit the crime
The hindmost perish on the altar of racial commerce
Science says "melanin" the market screams "race"
Pseudo-reason; The Bell Curve disgrace - Track Name: The Unofficial National Anthem
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Keep a nation on its knees
With football and beer
Thought's a luxury we can't afford.
Dumbing down the people
Reaping what we sow, now
Idolising ineptitude.
And yet the protests carry on
As does the genocide abroad
As the system regulates itself.
And my apathy is my undoing
Staring my own madness in the face
And yet I choose to go on
And yet I make the choice to go on
In this crazy world
And yet I choose to go on
And on
Some spark within, some spark without
Some spark within, some spark without
Some spark within, some spark without
Some spark within, some spark without
Some spark within, some kind of human electricity
Some kind of human electricity
Some spark within, some spark without
Dumbing down the people
Reaping what we sow, now
But still rolling with the punches
Absorbing the blows
Moving forward
And yet I choose to go on
And yet we should choose to go on
And yet we should choose to go on
Some spark within, some spark without
Some spark within, some spark without
Some spark within, some spark without
Some spark within, some kind of human electricity
Some spark within, some kind of human electricity
Some kind, some kind of human electricity
For some kind, for some kind, for some kind
For some kind, for some kind of human electricity
Some spark within, some spark without
Some spark within...
Some human electricity. - Track Name: The Promethean Cord
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Punished for the gift of fire
To anti-establishment men of clay
Bringing art and science
When they'd keep us idiotic
In theodicy
In theodicy
Bound to this rock
In repeated torment
The pain of knowledge
The pain of knowledge - Track Name: Freeman
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Grab the ice-pick and the mallet
Head out to the car
Slip her into drive, the lobotomobile takes off
Two-twenty-eight in a fortnight last year
Twenty-five women in just one day
Try and beat that, Wylie McK!
Chorus:
You can keep your thorazine
Keep your drugs
Get to the point
In through the eye
Sever the thalamus
From the prefrontal cortex -
Transorbital Lobotomy.
You can blame it on Antonio
Nobel liked his style
Delicate work, but took quite a while
Ice pick in the forehead
Has a certain ring
Trotsky didn't benefit
From this simple thing
Evangelist or zealot -
Words used at the time
Simply doing nothing would seem to be the crime
~Chorus~
It's banned almost entirely
But the Act of '83
Doesn't rule it out completely
If you're living near Dundee
~Chorus~ - Track Name: The Winning Smile
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Chorus:-
You keep me sane in an insane world
You keep me sane
You keep me sane in an insane world
You keep me sane
Sometimes I wonder "Is it just me,
Or is this World we inhabit
Totally crazy, stark raving bonkers,
Out of it's head, just insane?"
I don't know, maybe it's me.
Maybe I've just lost the plot
Or maybe not.
You keep me sane in an insane World
Shining your light through the gloom
Making me wish the sun shone as bright
As the smile you flashed across the room
That smile you flashed across the room
That first smile has never gone away
You just keep giving more
Day by day by day by day
By day
~Chorus~
-Instrumental-
~Chorus~ - Track Name: Xenochronous Requiem For A Head Laying In A Field In Butler
- Instrumental.
- Track Name: PKD Dum Dum
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I am alive and you are dead
Words not easily spoken, works that Philip K wrote
In a haze of unuseful knowledge, better not said
Yes, I am alive and you are dead
When the fast-twitch culture fades
When the wisdom to evade the truth
Defeats you
And the worms finally have their feast
When you lose the power of reason
And the memory is wiped
Then we're on the same side
Beyond the obvious, the trite
I am alive and you are dead
I am alive and you are dead
We're partners in this tragedy
We're beyond reality
Beyond the scope of mere "you" and "me"
Beyond the quarks so infinite
The bounds of space
I am alive and you are dead
T'was ever thus...