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Eponymous Debut

by The Lunacy Board

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1.
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
2.
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~
3.
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.
4.
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?
5.
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?
6.
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
7.
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.
8.
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
9.
Freeman 06:32
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~
10.
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~
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Instrumental.
12.
PKD Dum Dum 03:34
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...

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.

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released July 13, 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)

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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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