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released May 26, 2014

Ben Scott: Drums
Philip Bell-Scott: Bass
Simon Kilgannon: Guitar, vocals

All songs written & arranged by Simon Kilgannon

Tracks 1, 2 & 4 Produced by Simon Campbell
Recorded at the Chairworks, UK and Supertone Studios, Isle of Man
Engineered by James R Mottershead (UK) and Gypo Buggane (IOM)

Track 3, Recorded at home, produced by nobody
All tracks mixed at Ballagroove Studios IOM by Gypo Buggane
Thanks to Simon Campbell for the additional howls and Gypo Buggane for the Manx Gaelic speaking on Track 4.

Words & Music ℗ & © Simon Kilgannon 2014

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Track Name: Little Lizards
Stop trying to convert me
I only run on steam
This German bloke came up to me once in a dream
He said we only hate in others
What we hate in our self
Then he slipped on his jacket
And climbed back on the shelf

He feels better in himself,
Smokes a Passing Cloud
Wash that face right down the sink
And never think aloud
People dying who never died before
You’d make a glass eye weep for sure
Spiked eggs boiling in mercury
Fruit never falls far from the tree

Scrub the sun until it shines
A pleasure not a chore
Tried to hide but gravity
Showed me to the floor
The stars come out, the stars do drugs
The cars glide by as Atlas shrugs
Greasy grins get wages of sin
Come and see me when your boots let in

Elective inanities of infinity
Bathed in bathtub gin
Tired rock stars sleep so sweet
Tired rock stars, tuck them in
Little lizards talk to me
With voices like cracked crockery
Check out this fine trophy here
That’s when I won pimp of the year
Track Name: Valley of the Bees
Rolled out of bed
Rolled across the floor
I’m the Elgin Marbles
I am the Doors

Even though they dwell inside of me
They insist they’re a discrete entity
Maintain they're unaffiliated
Say we’re close but we’re not related

I’ll be your go-go getter
I'll be your plus one
I’ll be your aid and abettor
Your little myrmidon

Sitting on a park bench in Gethsemane
Drinking myrrh from the bosom of an enemy
A man came up to me said what you do that for?
I said, because I can, because I am the son of a lord

She said, go and walk your plastic dog
And then come and get yourself and eyeful
As I bestow the gift of tongues
On all your disciples

I’ll be your go-go getter
I'll be your plus one
I’ll be your aid and abettor
Your little myrmidon

I live way down in the valley of the bees
Where we're unlocking those synergies
I'm totally wireless, no strings on me
And we got some fearful symmetries
Track Name: John the Divine
Dandruff epaulets, dinner badges, prayer flags and predictive text
I’m a man of the world all right, but not this one, nor the next
All at once the heavens opened, queued for hours but could not get in
Songs of indolence and expedience, who is making that terrible din?

I am not Spartacus officer, it’s him with the dimple there
Take him away centurion, love what you’ve done with your hair
Always walk on the sunny side, springtime in the valley of death
Watch my shadows run so fast, they will chase and catch your breath

John the Evangelist told John the Divine
Who heard it from some demons driven from swine
Then John the Baptist told John the Revelator
Who performed a little mime to explain it to me later

Sound of one hand clapped in irons, don’t I get no Huckleberry friend?
Out of step with the music of time, we arise as it descends
Feckless & affectless, 'neath a half-mast sky
Just another hipster doofus, hawking three chords and lies

I am not Spartacus officer, it’s him with the dimple there
Take him away centurion, love what you’ve done with your hair
Always walk on the sunny side springtime in the valley of death
See my shadows run so fast. They will chase and catch your breath

John the Evangelist told John the Divine
Who heard it from some demons driven from swine
Then John the Baptist told John the Revelator
Who performed a little mime to explain it to me later

Saul of Tarsus gave Jesus Christ
Some dinosaur eggs for his breakfast one day
He painted them up like christmas presents
And that’s how we got Easter they say
Now they’re making love to the morning light
Making love to the dark, making love to the night
Making love to measure, making love while you wait
Making love to your curtains and the garden gate
Track Name: The Woodland Trust
He’s out walking in the wintry woods
Saw something glowing and they looked real good
Eating them seemed like a good idea
'Til he heard them singing, then he got the fear

He’s got black magic mushrooms, growing in his eyes
Black magic mushrooms, make him run and hide
He hears their little voices telling little lies
Black magic mushrooms, growing in the skies.

He's out walking in the wintry woods
When she roughly took his bachelorhood
Now he wonders as maternity leaves
Who's gonna care for his little rare breed

She’s got black magic mushrooms, growing in her eyes
When the children see her skipping by they run away and hide
She wears a crown of black butterflies
And when she finds the truth she turns it into lies

Black, black butterflies
Come back baby butterfly