Sleep Over

by Cartesian Jetstream

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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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Track Name: My Captain
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
Track Name: Fit For Nothing
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
Track Name: Cat Lick Kids
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)
Track Name: Forever
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
Track Name: Miniature Minotaurs
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
Track Name: Vatican City
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
Track Name: Parabolic Soap
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
Track Name: Lycopene Poteen
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
Track Name: Hollow Earth
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
Track Name: Neolithic Sleet
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
Track Name: House of Gardens
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