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The Luxury of Hysteria

by Tim Rogers

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1.
You want some calm you want some quiet But it ain't gonna come tonight Thirst for knowledge, a hunger for sleep But a fear to ever go that deep Who's that pink faced rake in the window A eucalypt struck dumb in the snow Who likes receiving things per se Almost as much as throwin them away Woe betide, who finds out which side you're on The agony begins, to maintain a quiet night in The pests infest and leave messages, in trails Like you should get out more, or less OK? I'm tunin' in, while tuning out, the sitting goose Even the vermin won't let me loose Sunset calls on up the cavalry Baying for blood, baying for meat Please forgive, but don't condone Now, my need for you extends from what i've shown
2.
Once you've had a thought can you just pardon it, Gone again It's equations like this that have got you Gripping the rails amen Of that old barnacled barge Barely noticing the scars Then a most, ordinary set of events Have purloined any logic and a common sense I caught her smilin' secretly Nothing particular you could see I traced the creases in her cheek On a half full train the dozens of imaginations framed And not even my spite could snuff out all those dancing flames I caught her lipstick regard The sweet and tender part A most, ordinary set of events Could purloin all yer logic and a common sense We're smilin secretly Nothin particular you could see I traced the creases on her cheek Til i realized what i need And i stepped out alone Left her there alone So we'll go on alone Once you've had a thought can you just pardon it, Gone again It's equations like this that have got you Grippin the rails Amen
3.
When Yer Sad 04:50
To be alone is to be foolish To be alone is curiously noble To be alone ain't to be lonely To be alone keeps you mobile Don't be surprised when you come back From yer pre dinner ablutions If i haven't found a reason To be alone it's my only solution I didn't think i could fall apart by degrees Didn't think it'd be the ghosts that i grieve I just didn't think.. When yer sad, the night begins and you get some chances again To be alone is to feel the slap o the sun To be alone is yer aegis To be alone keeps a loose regime To be alone keeps you faceless Don't be surprised when the deal is done If you don't blush from yer soles to yer carbuncular nose Why did you spend all (up) that dull energy Just to be alone I didn't think the postures a luxury Didn't thank the lessons in patience and greed I just didn't think.... And when you sleep. perchance to dream And when you sleep,perchance to dream on something other Than need for cover The means becomes the end
4.
Wise Words 02:53
Wise words, ain't always kind words Sometimes those invitations make you wanna duck and hide Yer best friend, sure wants yer hurt to end But she or he will save yer skin, over yer pride You looked me straight in the eye Ignorin' the pleas from my forehead So stern and weak from the brow You got to the heart of it anyhow And that's the reason we're still clingin to the wreckage now Sweet smiles, don't always last the miles Just like a postcard's for fridges but a letter is there for keeps Pretty scenes, aren't always what they seem It's a dirty ol' fistful that'll pull You outta the deep you looked me straight in the face Unrecognizable as Darwin's finches So stern and weak from the brow You got to the heart of it anyhow And that's the reason we're still clingin to the wreckage now Still waters can run inert Coagulate from the nothin' they've learnt Hard request to take Harder requirement to make
5.
When did it all stop just, bein' fun When frivolity's a necessity from yer britches, up thru' to yer lung it's no more just, switching off the sun It's a way of closing the day before it's begun Here comes the song let's march it home Damn me if the days aren't long Coagulation in your synapses, the sundown shakes, the memory lapses Filled up hours, goddamn those summer showers Another reason to close the blinds, blunt the long day's blade, it's scythe Reduced to just a dull, consistent, whine Here comes the grin and then the lowering of the chin Bugger me when did the day, begin I'm dumb enough to be star struck Wise enough to know our luck But was i really just that stupid Didn't you throw me over yer shoulder that night Oh, you absolutely charming guy A thousand pardons will never buy A horse, a clue, and somewhere far and dry Holdin' court with yer, heavy lids,a flash of brylcreem and nitrogen A nod and a wink, see you at the choruses end Grace and danger, the grip of a brazier, the reason to swing, my midnight's saviour I just don't think, it's in to the corpuscles yet Maybe it can't How can it just be, this bad Fuck me if the days aren't sad
6.
Goodnight boys, i've had my fill I'm regretting each word that drips from my gills I'll gather my longings, my peacock suit Goodbye boys, to all of you The best friends, money could buy Never there in the crunch, how could you even try I won't go home i'm not gettin straight Just lost the need to try After the sawdust has settled down Another 'll slide in, perchance to drown Didn't leave a shadow just a dent in the wall Goodnite my boys it's time to go, goodnite my boys, it's time to go Under the regime of goin' stray With the 12 percent of what i've retained I'll covet the the rye grin, the glint in yer baby blues Try supplant the hatred i just can't lose The best friends when yer eyes get crossed Yer language is supine, yer words are exhaust Damn all the warnings, the pain in my bones Is it really this hard to go We've been thru the trenches with our clown shoes on Across the great divides for a jerks fandango, elephants tiptoe Who was keepin tabs, on the toll (Surely you know) So lift up yer snifters, and cross yer chests inhale yer thumbnail there's no option yet Never there in a crunch,what did i suppose Goodbye my boys it's time to go
7.
He'd lay out clippings o' newspaper, circled around the bed Color supplements, a quote, a starlet from the red carpet Because mornings torpor could kill with a drag of it's claw And no other distraction (could quite do it) like the press on the floor He'd need a florid, whisper in his ear when he's down on his knees One day i'm gonna get myself together please Howling to Jehovah, to keep his guts in his bones Not rainin' on porcelain what did i really do wrong? There'd be cooking suggestions, social pages, notes to self Fluorescent yellow squares with directions on how to get well Wicked asides from a juiced socialite,through an olive pip That he'd use in in unpleasant company when first... lit He's need a poetic bent to circumvent the dull, sure.. ache One day i'm gonna get myself together, yeh... one day Howling to Yahweh, to keep his guts in his bones Not hailin' on porcelain where did i really go wrong? This life's quiet I feel it peel and then divide me This life's quiet<br>But from now on...
8.
You don't waste a word And round these parts that's a novelty You could put a meter on it All that useless energy Even tho i know That your blood, it steams It's a surprise what i thought was yours for keeps Well you keep some o that just for me Sometimes, the noise is deafening Like wild rain Thunderin from the ocean again With no repent, it just repeats With military regularity And then there's you, a blush upon the cheek A droplet, winding it's way down the leaf You don't waste a smile And in this town that's a mystery When lights are set to fry, guns set to stun It's a wonder there's a moment between anyone And it's true that i don't understand Your rhythms, or your rhyme I just tap my foot like the deaf man Pleased to get the swing sometime Sometimes.....
9.
Things are gonna get ugly, things are gonna get mean Somehow i just don't care, somehow that's obscene For a handwashin hermit who think he deserves it, a life solitary This ain't such a bad ol' place to be Yeh, but things gonna get messy, things gonna get mad Like Bette Davis n Joan, we should be left alone in our cushion laden pads My peccadilloes are gonna get up yer nose, but when we clear the casualties This ain't such a bad ol' place to be Couldn't say i'm the optimist I see the crumbs, you see the crust Prime for drippin that oil right down yer sleeve You see the thistle i see the thorn See the fight i see the scorn We could meet on the edge, throw ourselves, in the deep Wouldn't be such a bad ol' place to be Things sure gonna get ugly Things gonna get slipshod, things gonna get misplaced We're gonna wake up in starts, remembering promises made But when we survey the damage,and replace the sharp cutlery This aint such a bad ol' place to be The cupboards are bare, somethin livin in the sink tragedy's stacked up, just beside the drinks Prime for sluicing ouselves down to our knees You see the thistle i see the thorn See the fight i see the scorn We could meet on the ledge, throw ourselves into the deep Wouldn't be such a bad ol' place to be Yeh but things sure gonna get ugly...
10.
Nights were made for adventures, the days for plans Afternoons for temperature drops and that sickening landing She hated him in spurts, and not just for his wandering loins She never could trust that region, hell, he was still a smooth skinned boy A good lookin boy's vicissitudes always left her mouth agape So his cruelty was a dull surprise from which she could escape To the image of his eyes well up to a Salvation Army band Or go misty at Michael Parkinson when the actor shaped his memories with his hands Whoever said that broken hearts were, made to mend Has never seen that girl fall apart, as the band strikes up Amazing Grace again The first year was rage, she bought a bike, and with each thrust of a leg Broke his ribcage while in flagrante on a backpackers bed In between oxycontin blackouts she'd, drain the tea Leave it to go cold as she cried long, asleep between her knees The second year was sadness, bought new bed clothing, new bed wear the sweat was coagulating with that crap put in his hair thought bout a dog, or a cat..maybe some wild life my ventricles are calloused i need to trust a set of eyes Whoever said that broken hearts were made to mend Has never seen that girl fall apart, as the band strikes up Amazing Grace again Now she aint windswept, winsome an Austen, or a Bronte fair Spends nights with cuddlin' a five string guitar and a bottle o' Courvoisier But it's the ones you never expect, the ones you never planned that'll plant their smirks in yer head.. while you tug at your undulating waistband Yeh even this big tough ol' world is molten at the core Volcanoes try to dispose what they can no longer hold Whoever said that broken hearts were made to mend Has never seen that girl fall apart, to Michael Parkinson again yeh, as the band strikes up, Amazing Grace again
11.
Damn these methods of communication, Makin it easier to blurt out things you instantly regret Where does that leave us brother when our preparatory ritual Is ten cold cans, a rack and a pack o duly taxed cigarettes I still check the weather page, to see if it hit freezin on the Lancashire map And i wonder if you do too, i aint gonna tan i'm gonna stroke again You should hear the band man Sometimes i think it's gonna ignite rip off my freakin hand You should hear the band man Sometimes i think it's gonna rip on off my freakin hand Goddamn those plans Somewhere you know that this damn things still just yours and mine I always thought it was for the beer, the festivals or shows But it's been near on 10 years now, the mystique round you grows Now yer 3 girls they're so pretty, little english roses I'm still shit at buying presents, surely by now they know should we make plans for London, i'll get there once more please Don't believe half o what you hear, i still got some faculties But don't go jumpin in front of night cabs for the theatre or the buzz There's been too much of the dramatic stuff Damn these geographic lines Makin events of our simple times

credits

released September 29, 2007

Produced by Tim Rogers, Jimi Maroudas and Mel Robinson. Mixed by Jimi Maroudas at Sing Sing Studios. Engineered by Jimi Maroudas and Robin May. Assisted by Jarrad Hearman, Tony Tucker & Alex Beck. Recorded at Sing Sing Studios and Woodstock Studios. Mastered by Tony "Jack the Bear" Mantz at Deluxe Mastering. All tunes written by Tim Rogers. Arrangements by Mel Robinson.

Shane O'Mara: Lute, Guitarsenal
Ian Kitney: Drums, Percussion both tunes and otherwise, Stretched goatskin & Bosphorous Cymbals
Peter Lawler: Bass, Throat manipulation, Hammond organ, Wooly mammoth horn
Louis Macklin: Piano
Mel Robinson: Vocals & Cello
Christina Katsimbardis: Violin
Rebecca Chan: Violin
James Munro: Viola
Jack Howard: Trumpet
Michaeli Mowat: French Horn
David Mowat: Trombone & Tuba

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