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Ducks and flying dogs

by Stoat

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Fat Pig 03:48
Oh the rain don’t fall underneath the ground. If the heart should fail the world will still go round. Take a little trip to the next one, Bury me in sight of the Cusack Stand And it’ll be ok baby, ok in the end As the teeth grow long, as the body breaks, As the the mind grows soft, reason starts to shake. Sing a little song of the next one, See the setting sun for the final time And it’ll be ok baby Ok by and by And down we go, Down into the underground. Singing all the marching songs, Singing all the girls we never had to leave behind. Der würm vortet hungrich Sein aschiger falle Leb wohl altes würmchen Du krieg uns ja alle Lah di dah di dum, lah di dy do x2 After all The doctor bills and guilty chills and raging at St. Jude And all of the neighbours said his heart was not that strong Fat pig wasn’t seen outside since Christmas time of 1981. And the kids sing “There he goes” Slipping out of memory too soon. There is nothing left to say about him Bu he was a fat pig, fat pig. Bear him on down and the kids around there say That’s where fat pig used to stay. (Our friend Nicky Redmond wrote the German lyrics in this, and did an amazing job complete with references to "Faust" ... but we lost where we wrote them down and only half-remembered them so they probably don't make any sense at all. Sorry!)
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Boys and girls come out to play The moon is shining bright as day Leave your supper and leave your sleep And join your playfellows in the street Back to Baja California, gonna get a gun Take it back to Enniscorthy, gonna have some fun And have it all night long, yeah
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Rivethead 04:11
Oh mister please stop intruding in my dreams. You got me afraid I’ll be turning into steam. Your long-fingered shadows creeping round my head Follow me into my bed. Pin me down, don’t let me stray. Time me up, don’t let me slip away. You distort all my intentions and infiltrate my friends, Drain off all my sweetness and squander it, and then ... Oh please overlook me. Your grasping greedy hands Drag at my heart like iron bands. Pin me down, don’t let me stray. Time me up, don’t let me slip away.
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Gillette Man 02:40
Oh Gillette Man - Your chin is so smooth There's no way That the girls can resist you. You hair it shines. Your teeth are so white, Their gleaming and glowing It lights up the night. Your chest has got just the right amount of hair With fine big muscles built up there. Your shoulders are broad. Your nose is just right. All the girls reckon You're just as cool as ice. And so do I. Oh I wanna be like Gillette Man. Gillette Man I wanna be like you. That beautiful girl I saw you with on tv - If I was like you, do you reckon she'd go for me? Would she snuggle up beside me with hot cups of tea? We'd sit and swap stories til quarter to 3. I'd dazzle everyone with my rapier wit And I bet no-one would ever give me shit. So tell me Gillette Man, how'd you get to be Just like you, and I'm just plain old me? It's just not fair. And if I was like you There's nothing I couldn't do If I could get my chin that smooth. If I could get my jaw that square I could go anywhere. Well the other night I was sleeping in my bed Gillette Man appeared in a dream in my head. He said to me "Son, you wanna be this cool Listen here now and I'll tell you what to do" ... Oh I wanna be like Gillette Man. Gillette Man I wanna be like you. (omg you're so fantastic)
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Oh Happy Day 04:08
Franco make me laugh Cos the kids are all asleep And the drugs begin to sing beneath my skin. And happiness takes hold like a sickness in the soul. It is Summer, it is high time we were gone. So put the children into care. Booby-trap the bedsit as you leave. Throw the dog into the Grand Canal. Scrawl your last words on some toilet door. And as you go you will be borne aloft By ducks and flying dogs, And all the raggy dolls and amputees Will sing about their loss. I woke up in a shoe today. I woke up with sticky hands and swollen glands and a blue dick And all the peelers banging on about The stain, the stain, the awful stain, The stain upon my soul. And now I’m close enough to hell to feel The flames beneath the floor. Tell yourself another lie. Get drunk! What a guy! So Franco make me laugh Cos the kids are all asleep And the drugs begin to sing beneath my skin. And happiness takes hold like a sickness in the soul. It is Summer, it is high time we were gone. I wish I was a great big kiss. I wish I was a brand new pair of pants. I was I was a fresh tattoo. I wish I was the smell of cheap perfume. But of all the rain that ever fell down upon my bones This time is burrowed in beneath my skin And watered down my soul. Happy as a pig in shit. Happy as a pig in shit. And Franco make me laugh Cos the kids are all asleep And the drugs begin to sing beneath my skin. And happiness takes hold like a sickness in the soul. It is Summer, it is high time we were gone. You’re happy when the lights go out. Happy when the hand has lost control. And you’re happy in the wreckage after all. Oh Happy Day.
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about

Our only real project from a "proper" studio (now closed down, naturally). It was called The Works, one of the tracks from a U2 album ("Pop", maybe) was recorded there, and we got a good deal because Donovan had cancelled a session.

Recorded mostly live (with just the vocals overdubbed) to 2-inch tape, we did a LOAD of rehearsal and it's probably the tightest we've ever been. Gillette Man had something like 12 tempo changes in it, and we knocked it out in 2 takes and felt very proud of ourselves. Don't think I really nailed the vocal though, alas

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released June 7, 2002

Engineered by Rod Callan. Mastered by Bobby Boughton. Cover painted by Niamh Roche

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Stylistically inconsistent indie / pop / rock music from Ireland.

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