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Difficult Second

by The Lunacy Board

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Second Chance. Second Glance. Second, Second Chance. How did you end up here? Facing up to all of those fears. Staring out those self same tears Those self same wounded, wounded, wounded tears And still you listen to yourself Hanging on in the quiet corners of the soul Trying to put together meanings where there is no meaning Trying to find an answer to the question That you didn't even ask. Trying to find the face behind the mask Trying to put the cart before the horse Trying to put the cliche before the meaning Trying to fill your day Trying to find, falling away Trying to find a way, a meaning For this meaningless existence. And still you sit, sipping poison Those hemlock moments that you just can't share Despair. Unreason. Cut yourself off from the real From the real Reel to reel is where we find ourselves Reel to reel is where we find ourselves. Life without a safety net Living without a safety vest Drowning in the tears Of all those wasted years Of all those moments that could have been spent, spent wisely And now you find yourself rent in twain Sundered, you can't deal with the pain And now the end is in sight The needle's in the red. There is no second chance There is no second glance There's only now.
Reality TV 03:07
Have I really moved any distance Or am I simply caught in a constant Present tense? All this obsolesence All this background chatter All...wallpaper...? They say there is a crimewave And there's a seeming credit crunch Is it something that I've missed? Was I sleeping? Or am I simply out to lunch? Welcome, welcome Welcome to Reality TV Welcome to the death of reason To the death of you and me I say welcome All of the news as entertainment All the human suffering presented As undying art Watching closely as those tricky interstertials Tug at your eyelids and play their Distracting part Welcome to Reality TV To the death of you and me Welcome to Reality TV Welcome Welcome
Standing on the edge. Standing on the edge Trying to forgiven myself for All the slights that I have Visited on myself But in the end What does it matter? In the end Why should I care? Time has shown us But time can wound as well as heal And now, moving sideways as a species Moving sideways through time As a new dark age emerges And it seems that all is gone, but not forgotten And we were young. Those signs of hope, those signs of hope Then we were done, then we were done again Cheated out of the future The new depression, the new despair We were promised so much But it was not to be Not for you and me No Golden Age Just numbing TV and the threat of unemployment Wage slavery and debt and now despair What happened to romance? It's locked on the fallow ground It's locked on the fallow ground in the office scheme With your button-down lifestyle and your Vastly deflated credit rating The cat's got all the cream The fat cats got all the cream The fat cats Fat cats Fat cats
Choices 03:18
Fleet of foot and sleight of hand Come and join our one man band Cast off despair and self-loathing The sheep in sheep's clothing Don't forget we're only a step removed From being skint and destitute Don't forget the girl on the corner Isn't just a prostitute She's you and me without the choices Come sup with us we'll give you greeting Nourish you with soulful bleating As nights are drawing, leaves are browning Thoughts start to turn to festive clowning Seasons change, life's right for changes Don't despair at Autumn's rearranging Don't forget we're only a step removed From being skint and destitute Don't forget the man on the corner Isn't just a destitute He's you and me without the choices In the crowd without the voices In the crowd without voices he's alone We're all alone We're all alone Winter's gone and we're all alone Let's stick together Let's band together Against the coming rain.
Stobby 01:50
Time for lunch and given half a chance I hit the road on the motorway dance With Eddie's trusty maidens Fifty tons and heavy laden Angharad and The Duchess To name but two of you. Ladies of the road, not ladies of the night In the long-haul tango in the middle of the night Ladies of the road, not ladies of the night In the long-haul tango on the long way On the long way home.
It was a watch, like any other Like the kind that you might find on A TV guide cover There was a man Selling them from the back of A white van And so he asked if I wanted To buy the type of item that Would change my life in the blink of an eye Put me in that higher echelon He told me that his name was Cartier And he had come to change my life today To change my life today But little did I know It was an exquisite replica He held tightly in his mitts A replica, replica, replica And that one, that one That one is a replica, Sir So strange how you can change your life With a facsimile of the truth Strange how something simple, Something tactile, something voluble Something that you wind up every day Something that your lady friends will see Something that will change your life In the blink of the changing light Cartier said "This is gonna be your day, son You're gonna get laid, son! And in the morning you'll forget why you're there" It was a replica It was a replica
See the prize fighter lying on his back It only took a second to put him down and lay him out To put him down and lay him out Fleeting seconds - you count the hours, you count the minutes Clock-watching waiting for your own apocalypse And sometimes in quieter moments you think that there are Infinite seconds. Seconds. And still you while away the time Hoping that you'll be spared You imagine that some people never die I'm afraid to say, that ain't the truth Seconds. There's only seconds. No second chances. No second guess. And if you put together all those seconds You begin to realise that there's Not much time left To do the things you want to do Right the wrongs. Write the words that used to spew From youthful lips, from fingertips, from poetry That took a second. It only took a second glance for you to fall in love And now you take a second chance, staring in the mirror Hoping against all hope that you can turn time back. Turn it back to be wiser, but not necessarily older In the realms, in the realms of fantasy you live In the realms of fantasy you dwell Trying to right the wrongs - myths to dispel In that second glance you wanted that second chance But there's no second chances.


The second album was recorded, mixed and uploaded within a 24 hour period. The first 3 tracks (over 20 minutes) were completed within an unbroken 24 hour period, with the rest taking a little longer to get some sleep.

The 'Album-a-Day' project is a collection of albums that have been written, recorded and published within a 24 hour period, designed to encourage creative thinking within a set of rules.

From their website:-
+ It must be written, performed, recorded, post-produced, etc. all in one contiguous 24-hour period (preferably with no sleep break in there).
+ It must be at least 20 minutes or 30 songs. (many short songs tend to work better than long songs which drag on forever, trust me.)
+ Your band may have multiple participants, but they should not work on different songs simultaneously. (So just one song being worked on at a time.)
+ No ideas from before the chosen day! This means covers or reinterpretations are not allowed.
+ No out-takes! If you start a song, finish it and put it on the album.

- The Guests -
Many thanks to our two guests on this album. Gordon Charlton (a.k.a Beat Frequency) is a leading light in the UK theremin community, and his webpage features several of his slowly building, atmospheric pieces, several of which have striking accompanying visuals.
Wilco Botermans is a specialist in alternative controllers, based in the Netherlands, often seen using a special glove to change sounds as he plays the theremin.


released July 14, 2008

Sean de Florette: Drums, Vocals, Guitar, Bass.
Mick Bordet: Guitar, Bass, Theremin, Keyboards, Ukulele, Woodwind, Yobstick.
Gordon Charlton: Theremin
Wilco Botermans: Theremin




The Lunacy Board Wien, Austria

Somewhere between progressive/post-rock and skiffle lies 'The Lunacy Board'. Sometimes lyrically cutting, sometimes instrumental, but always challenging and raw.

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