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Memory Lane Music Box
00:57
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2. |
Breaking Off Branches
04:28
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You know that you can share anything with me
You know that you can tell me what you want to be
You know that I will carry you as far as I can see
Right through the village tunnels up to the dying tree
You know that you can share anything with me
Looking through your window at us swinging from the tree
Breaking off branches from the dying tree
Then building a big fire as big as a city
You know that you can share anything with me
Do what you want, when you like then come in for your tea
Throw stones, get stoned, sit alone on a road
Think about the princes, and the kiss, and the toad
So you know now you can tell me anything you want
Tell me about your fires and setting light to a dog
You watched it run yelping, running for it’s life
It was the dog of a neighbour who you really didn’t like
So this is our little village with children and little wives
With laddies stealing shot guns and children carrying knives
With shock and horror at the masacre on the green
By a man who was obsessed with everything being clean
So you know that you can share anything with me
Do what you want, when you like then come in for your tea
Breaking off branches from the dying tree
Then build a big fire as big as a city
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3. |
Closer
01:54
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The closer you get
The more you are real
The more you are real
The more that I feel
The more that I feel
The more pieces you’ll find
Floating around
In my mind
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4. |
Sometimes
02:24
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We are sometimes, we are mostly
We are often one of the two
We are sometimes, we are often
Mostly sometimes, or mostly it’s true
When I hear you, I feel you
Then I know that you are there
When I watch you, I see you
And I know you don’t like me to stair
I quite like the tabel and the bigger T.V.
I don’t even mind the colour of your chair
What’s the point of doing something if it’s not done right
It is better to do things once, that I am aware
We are sometimes, we are mostly
We are often one of the two
We are sometimes, we are often
Mostly sometimes, or mostly it’s true
Being the half, that makes the whole
Is the half that makes the whole out of you
Being the half of the whole,
Is a smaller whole than the hole that is you
So we are sometimes, we are mostly
We are often one of the two
We are sometimes, we are often
Mostly sometimes, or mostly it’s true
We are sometimes
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5. |
Middle Staircase
01:14
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6. |
Spotlights
02:35
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In the shadow of your pity
In the spotlight of my shame
With the smell of empty houses
In the shadow of your name
Inbetween us never speaking
And the study of the game
In the shadow of the moutain
And the rings around the stain
Trouble turns around
Covering the ground
Columns of indifference stand in
Dust of all your shame
In the spotlight of indifference
That is burning like a flame
The spotlight it is blinding
Dilusions of my fame
The spotlight’s moving slowly
Clearing shadows in the way
Throwing lots of stones
In the glasshouse all alone
Swallow your indifference
And then burry all your pride
Demolish heavy houses
Suck the dust up through your eyes
Kick the elephants to remember
Cut up snakes to make a pie
The Magpies are salluting
But that was just a lie
Spotlights like to burn
While I twist and turn
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7. |
Plastic Pots
01:51
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8. |
Memory Lane
01:35
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She took a trip down memory lane
Where the people and the places
All looked the same
But everything had changed
And it had gone bad
Very soon she was feeling
A little bit sad
She got lost in memory lane
She thought the people and the places
Would all look the same
But everything had changed
And it had gone bad
Very soon she was feeling
A little bit mad
Then she got stuck in memory lane
She thought the people and the places
Would all stay the same
But everything that was old
Had been turned into new
Very soon she was wishing
This would happen to you
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9. |
Waving Woman
02:07
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There is a woman at the side of the road, waving at me
She’s made of plastic bags and bottles, and she sits in a tree
All the trees are laughing sideways, and they all nod their heads
All the clouds were grinning furiously before going to bed
The woman caught a kicker, and Kwarky was his name
They play croquet together, but with her rules to the game
When it was Kwarky’s turn to Roquet, she said it’s not fair
Because Kwarky is a green frog, and he can jump, through the air
The woman she stopped waving, when the wind blew out her song
Then the laughing grinning treetops, in the shadows were all gone
When the woman stopped to asked me, what’s next to do today
I said I didn’t know and I never will, because that’s the game we play
Mix reality with fiction, into my nightmares and my dreams
Don’t be heard before you’re smelt, don’t be smelt before you’re seen
Look out where your feet are walking, because the path it always clean
And be warry of the mosters, that follow from where you’ve been
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10. |
Good Night To You
01:15
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11. |
Happy With You
03:11
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We are only here for a little while
That’s why I’m going to sit here
And try and make you smile
It’s not just another day, may be all that we’ve got
That’s why the stillness in the house reminds me a lot
Of the people and the places and all we have seen
Of all we’ve become and all we have been
I am very happy with you
I am very happy with you
We are only here for a little while
That’s why I’m going to sit here
And try and make you smile
But everybody wants to be somebody else
As long as that somebody is not himself
Not my friends or neighbors or what I have seen
Not what I imagined or what I will dream
Because I am very happy with you
Because I am very happy with you
We are only here for a little while
That’s why I’m going to sit here
And try and make you smile
Because I am very happy with you
Because I am very happy with you
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12. |
Through The Roses
00:21
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13. |
White Fluffy Bathrobe
03:09
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In her white fluffy bathrobe, in her marble topped kitchen
With a power driven juicer, and her Global knives
She is sitting on the counter, whilst looking out the window
At a grocery delivery, for which she will sign
In this neat and tidy little life, she is a neat and tidy little wife
In the house made of bricks and stone, she is never alone
She’s got a dog and a cat, and paintings to look at
A fluffy rug to roll in, and a foreigner to do the cooking
The television is flat, and the sofa is firm
All the books fit the shelves, and from them we can learn
About style and mouldings, about steel or plastic
Pack it swing it or stack it, in one of our neat and tidy rooms
In this neat and tidy little life, she is a neat and tidy little wife
In this house made of bricks and stone, that is all alone
On seventeen achers, outside a fancy village, with conveniet necessities
Like the company that sold me the burgular alarm
In her white fluffy bathrobe, in her flat and firm life
On seventeen achers, whilest standing all alone
With her television voice-recognition, limmited eddition, telephone
That is a bright pink
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14. |
Warm As Sunshine
01:08
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15. |
It's Not Just Flat
01:08
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It’s not just flat it’s very very flat
And the windmills they stick out of the ground
But sometimes there are bumps in the road
And big clouds that roll over fields
It’s not just flat it’s very very flat
And the trees are trimmed into nice little shapes
But sometimes there are weeds on the path
And maybe there’ll be another big flood
It’s not just flat it’s very very flat
And the water runs in very straight lines
Sometimes they are built on top
Sometimes they are dug in the ground
It’s not just flat it’s very very flat
And the windmills they stick out of the ground
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16. |
Never Ever Land
02:49
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I’ve been chasing nothing
For as long as I can remember
I’ve been chasing nothing
From January until to December
I’ve been chasing nothing
Because I am very clever
Nothing is found in the ground
Of Never Ever Land
When I tried to catch you
I only had one shoe on
When I tried to drive there
I forgot to turn the lights on
When I had to do the cooking
You said I should use the packet
So I dug in the garden
And grew all we needed
And it still didn’t work
I’ve been chasing nothing
For as long as I can remember
I’ve been chasing nothing
From January to December
I’ve been chasing nothing
Because nothing goes on forever
But the weather is good now
And tomorrow maybe it won’t be
You said you’d give me a reason
And tell me where we’re going
You said this is the season
But the buds have got no bees on
If all we are is star dust
Then I know where we’re going
Back to the flash
Of the light
Then back to nothing
I’ve been chasing nothing
For as long as I can remember
I’ve been chasing nothing
From January until to December
I’ve been chasing nothing
Because I am very clever
Nothing is found in the ground
Of Never Ever Land
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17. |
Toilet Timpani
01:21
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18. |
Go Go Mette
01:12
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Go Go Go Go Mette
Go Go Go
Go Go Go Go Mette
Go Go Go
She’s the one with the pedal to the metal
She’s the one with the wind in her hair
She’s the one with the pedal to the metal
She’s the one who just doesn’t care
Go Go Go Go Mette
Go Go Go
Go Go Go Go Mette
Go Go Go
She’s the one who takes off like a rocket
She’s the one like a bird in the sky
She’s the one like the wind and the river
She’s the one with a glint in her eye
Go Go Go Go Mette
Go Go Go
Go Go Go Go Mette
Go Go Go
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19. |
Go Go Mette Music Box
01:36
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Dan Geesin Netherlands
THE COMPOST
OF SOUND began in 2015 when Dan started burning his pianos.
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It is an arena
for experimental music, sound and for playful storytelling.
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Dan Geesin is a fine artist, filmmaker and musician.
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