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NEW SOUVENIRS

by Charlie Wood

Released 11/03/2014
Perdido
Released 11/03/2014
Perdido
The new, long-awaited originals project from Charlie Wood. Co-produced by Jacqui Dankworth, the album features 12 new songs and some of the most sought-after musicians in Britain.
  • 04:09 Lyrics
    No Repose

    NO REPOSE

    ©2014 Charlie Wood / VHB Publishing (BMI)

     

    you were always my favourite

    even before I knew you

    people can see right through you

    to those fingers crossed behind your back, so

     

    lemme hear what you're listening to

    peel me one of your hard boiled eggs

    you only feed a dog that begs so

    if you pretty please

     

    and I will tell you where the sunshine goes

    when the cars all park and the bars all close

    it goes sailing over a deep, dark ocean

    cause there's only motion.  there is no repose

     

    every kiss is a kiss goodbye

    every bruise is a souvenir

    hold on tight till they disappear

    harder to remember now we're

     

    held up by the parade

    wipe those tears off the steering wheel

    no one really knows how you feel

    do not be afraid

     

    because those headlights will not understand

    they illuminate but can't comprehend

    they are seen and see and still they have no notion 

    that there's only motion.  there is no repose

     

    and I will tell you where the moonlight goes

    while the bluebird sings and the green grass grows

    it goes rolling over a deep, dark ocean

    cause there's only motion.  there is no repose

     

  • 02:44 Lyrics
    Music Is My Monkey

    MUSIC IS MY MONKEY

     ©2014 Charlie Wood / VHB Publishing (BMI)

    When you say you don't know what to play

    I don't know what you're talking about

    I have known from the very first day

    It's inside and it wants to get out

    I don't try to sound some other way

    Cause I'm free from self-hatred and doubt

    I'm in touch, and my inner child is funky

    Cause my music is my monkey

     

    Wanna pour me a swig to get by

    I can sure flip my wig on that stuff

    Wanna pass me a smoke, can't deny 

    It's a gas of a joke with a puff

    Try to sell me a spike to get high

    Got to tell you, I'm quite high enough

    Can't you see, I don't need to be no junky

    Cause my music is my monkey

     

    Seems to me it ain't such a good deal

    Looks to me like all work and no play

    While you sit with your nose to the wheel

    I'll be grinding the organ all day

    Follow up on the fun that you feel

    Always been such a much better way

    I will not be some corporation's flunky

    Cause my music is my monkey

     

  • 05:42 Lyrics
    Tube

    TUBE

    ©2014 Charlie Wood / VHB Publishing (BMI)

     

    Tough to be a rat down there

    Searchlights coming, third rail humming

    Concrete and pig iron, awful hard to scratch at

    Muck and gunk, hard to smell or taste or see

    But there they are, somewhere

    And there they go, somehow

    Tough to be a rat down there

     

    Humble, hand-hewn tunnels

    Blasted open, overrun and undone

    White tiled, twisting cylinders of cindery wind

    Mechanised squeals and shrieks and hisses

    Nullify any animal sounds

    You better run & jump & squeeze in tight

    Better tuck your tail in.  Gotta keep your head down

    It's tough to be a rat down there

     

    Inside the clattering cabinets

    Jerk and buck and rumble

    Clacking out swing time as they

    Plunge through the subterranean labyrinth

    Brisk, efficient, fully automated

    Mindless  

    While another tube squirms through the 

    Gut of each captive with urgent purpose

    Vital, perpetual, headed nowhere

     

    Like sardines with the heads left on

    Dead-faced, bloodless, cold

    Dirty newspapers scattered across

    The floor of each squalid cage

    They will not look you in the eye     

    They count the stops and read the signs

    To know how far, and which is next, and where they are

     

    Then bustle importantly out into the scurrying throng

    Rival porcupines bristling with

    Wary distaste

    Ruthlessly self-contained, awful hard to make contact

    Callous, careless, hard to know or feel or love

    But there they are, somehow

    And there they go, somewhere

    Tough to be a rat down here

     

NOTES
The new, long-awaited originals project from Charlie Wood. Co-produced by Jacqui Dankworth, the album features 12 new songs and some of the most sought-after musicians in Britain.