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Sleep Over

by Cartesian Jetstream

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1.
My Captain 04:46
Captain oh my captain, we're in for such a hammering Please send for captains Hook & Cook & Kirk & Scott & Mainwaring Captain oh my captain, must life be quite so hard? Please send for captains Kidd & Bligh & Ahab & Pickard Captain oh my captain, you’ve done all that you can but here comes Captain Spaulding and surely he’s our man For so long I never gave up I harboured hope in a plastic cup I buckled down and I soldiered on But now I’m free, all hope is gone So come with us we are the dispossessed The lead soldiers bivouacked in your head We’re Queen Victoria on the nod And Moriarty running rings round the plod Captain, do you see them, it is the Spanish fleet And now here come the French, we’ll surely taste defeat On the horizon I see Vikings and over there the Dutch To starboard are Phoenicians, this really is too much The captain didn’t speak a word, nor move his wooden head If I didn’t know him better I’d swear that he was dead For so long I never gave up I harboured hope in a plastic cup I buckled down and I soldiered on But now I’m free, all hope is gone I have built in adolescence And I have the ring of truth I weep pure vanilla essence As if I were the sonic youth
2.
I bred this plant, talks to itself Meanwhile downtown, a vicious elf Calculates the profit & the loss As he travels stations of the iron cross Oh, did you get fit for nothing? At the end of the day, we are ever so tame Oh, will you work for nothing ? Despite our similarities we are just the same I bred this plant, talks to itself Meanwhile downtown, a vicious elf Says, my job is to cross all of the ‘i’s Says, I’ll make you crave and despise Oh, did you get fit for nothing? At the end of the day, we are ever so tame Oh, will you work for nothing ? Despite our similarities we are just the same
3.
We've become the ones that we were waiting for Been out catching sparks, now we're scratching at your door We've become the ones that we were waiting for Been out catching sparks, now we're scratching at your door I'll never forget when the Beatles played at Live Aid (I can’t remember yesterday) With the cat-lick kids drinking warm white wine & lemonade (forget about tomorrow for today) It ain't where you're from its where you're at my son Hi, we're from nowhere, and we are at one It ain't where you're from its where you're at my son Hi, we're from nowhere, and we are at one Don't you know its Easter everyday So come on now & roll my stone away Say, don't you know its Easter everywhere So come on now let fall your golden hair I'll never forget when the Beatles played at Live Aid (I can’t remember yesterday) With the cat-lick kids drinking warm white wine & lemonade (forget about tomorrow for today)
4.
Forever 04:50
I was poured into my senses From a dizzy height by a shaky hand Did we fall or were we pushed Well I think we jumped & we'll never land Forever, you'll be mine My bags are packed with the best of times Forever, you'll be mine Take my hands & my heart & my restless mind Would you like to step outside And we can vanish beyond human time Step into the ever-present Leave the evanescent far behind Forever, you'll be mine My bags are packed with the best of times Forever, you'll be mine Take my hands & my heart & my restless mind
5.
Thieves knitting stockings from the hair of the poor For a flesh-covered scarecrow filled with blood-soaked straw He's out begging bread for the souls of the dead With his black felt hat and his pipe of lead He set me to work in his factory Among his army of mechanical elves I can't understand the things that we make They just whisper to themselves and we never get a break Thieves knitting stockings from the hair of the poor For a flesh covered scarecrow filled with blood-soaked straw A wanderer above a sea of mist Stood on the zenith of a sky that’s never been kissed The gilded youth all sink like stones Little fishies make temples from their salt-white bones Beneath the beach is the pavement, 'neath the pavement only sky Which is filled to the brim with a giant eye In an offshore haven where I ceased to desist Lost the pride of our fleet trying to sink the egg ships While miniature minotaurs run through the outlet stores With winter sun brochures clutched tight in foaming jaws
6.
Vatican City 04:01
I live in yesterday's dreams of tomorrow Where there's no pain or fear or death or sorrow. Carrying the lazy man’s load I slipped through cracks in the road On vacation in Vatican City, round St Peter's or in that vicinity I met a vision of sweet pure virginity, she tried to sell me the holy trinity Three for a pound Three for a pound Three for a pound Or just take one for infinity Or just take none for infinity Look what you done my cyclopean son Your Chaldean mind has come quite undone Kick off your shoes, kick off your feet And get down to a soundless motorik beat I live in yesterday's dreams of tomorrow Where there's no pain or fear or death or sorrow. Carrying the lazy man’s load, I slipped through cracks in the road I vacation in military facilities and in labs full of alien technology Met a vision of sweet pure depravity, selling shares in diet zero gravity A million miles underground We’re searching for the sound A million miles underground Where nothing falls apart into everything Nothing falls apart into everything Look what you done my cyclopean son Your Chaldean mind has come quite undone Kick off your shoes, kick off your feet And get down to a soundless motorik beat
7.
My god is so horny, he loves me longtime He makes the crops grow, he brings the springtime Come home gentle wanderer, come and ease your mind Its time to meet the milked, the milked of human kind You can scrub yourself all day with your parabolic soap But you will not shine,you'll never shine My god is so horny, he loves me longtime He makes his children dance, he makes our eyes shine Come home gentle wanderer, come and ease your mind Its time to meet the milked, the milked of human kind You can scrub yourself all day with your parabolic soap But you will not shine,you'll never shine
8.
Stare at the metaphysical eclipse We have no sailors and we have no ships The bull drapes a horn over the night As senile stars just shed their light Tried to practice a little mindfullness But my mind is all full and in such a mess Flower children gone to seed Which fell on stones & grew up weeds They'll push the paving stones aside And crack your concrete from inside Splinter from the true cross stuck in my palm Now I just wave my hand and the sea is calm This language here is broken. damaged & quite beyond repair It only speaks of the unspoken and talks of things that are not there Super-sensible super-freaks, spend lunar months and astral weeks Britannic majesties, carnivorous flowers, buy holy days and magic hours The bull with the crumpled horn is trampling down your corn The bull with the crumpled horn is trampling down your corn Tear up your roots and listen to this, tear up your roots and listen to this As the dancers rip me to bits, lycopene poteen drips from their lips
9.
Hollow Earth 04:33
Ice cream vans have air raid sirens Police cars play 'The sounds of silence' Just the opening notes and then 'Hello darkness' over again Let the hollow earth ring out and hear it call your name See the light surrounds the dark in white fire, black flames Take me down to the underworld Where I can soak away my bones Stitch me back together again And send me back home My kith & kin, well they’ve done me in Sewed up my ears, waxed off my skin I'll emigrate to some new, weird place Wear a newspaper admiral hat and found another race Take me down to the underworld Where I can soak away my bones Stitch me back together again And send me back home
10.
Overtaken by unnatural philosophy Mythical creatures just shake their heads at me Lead astray by homemade tarot cards As my dog licks his bowling ball eyes out in the yard Live life at an angle both obtuse and acute Decked in crayfish sneakers and a pyroclastic suit Keep drawing circles on the face of the deep Forget you're dreaming in your sleepy, sleepless sleep Become attached to your freedom from possessions And all those memories of a future past regression Live life at an angle both obtuse and acute Decked in crayfish sneakers and a pyroclastic suit Empty occult harmonies and neolithic sleet Fabulous slaves attendant on satin bandaged feet
11.
Take your time and leave a little space inside my head Take your mind and fold it in a suitcase on your bed Can't go home, your house is full of gardens The garden is full of thorns, the garden is on fire Take your time and leave a little space inside my head Take your mind and fold it in a suitcase on your bed Can't go home, your house is full of gardens The garden is full of thorns, the garden is on fire We are shimmering Like the light upon a raindrop that becomes the sea We are shimmering Pour the sea into a cup and pass it over to me

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The debut album

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released September 30, 2013

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

All songs written & arranged by Simon Kilgannon

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)
Mixed at the Chairworks by James R Mottershead
Mastered by Walter Coelho at Masterpiece, London

Words & Music ℗ & © Simon Kilgannon 2013

Simon Campbell backing vocals on 3, 4, 11, feedback guitar on 1
Suz Starlite backing vocals on 3, 4, 11
Oliver Sekunda piano on 10


Thanks to Anita, Emma, Pippa, Tallulah, Andi Howland, Paul McAleny, Pawel Garczynski, Simon Raymonde, Tom Robinson, Shell Zenner, Aaron Phillips, Mike Taylor, Hoyt Emerson, Ed Oldham, Ashlea Tracey, Barry Fearon, Sam Jenkins, Ali Robertson, Lee Brooks and Liam Core.

Supported by the Isle of Man Arts Council

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