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Start Of Something Minor

by BARK PRELUDE

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Ian Osborne Classic writing and a classy sound Favorite track: Darwin Was Right.
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1.
Rainbows 03:47
Rainbows, rainbows in the sky I see rainbows, rainbows, in the sky How the gentle colours glow Crayon red to indigo Dead doll eyes, visualise someone new... Rainbows, rainbows in the sky I see rainbows, vivid rainbows in the sky Feel the electricity Flowing through you and me In the air, go prepare something new... And if the dark clouds come To steal the midday sun Embrace the space unknown For we are not alone... So if the dark clouds come To steal the midday sun Embrace the space unknown For we are not alone... Rainbows, rainbows in the sky I’m forever seeing rainbows, vivid rainbows in my eyes And I smile when they appear There is nothing left to fear here now Wings spread, look ahead somewhere new... And if the dark clouds come To steal the midday sun Embrace the space unknown For we are not alone So let those dark clouds come To meet the midday sun And light will fill the end You’ve been a good good friend You’ve been a good good friend You were a good good friend..... © Philip Lewis-Jones 2012
2.
Puncture, puncture my skin Thrill me with your dreams I’m hooked, hooked right in America, America, America Help me, help me out Fill me with your dreams I need to be freed from doubt America, America, America Dilute and water down Bill me for your dreams You’re waving as I drown America, America, America Don’t know right from wrong Kill me with your dreams One day we will get along America, America, America © Philip Lewis-Jones 2012
3.
3am, and a needless altercation A drunken suit pressed his point of view Time stood still And for days I lived those seconds Nothing you can do Will dissuade me now From crawling on our knees To swinging in the trees Then pollution of the breeze Can you believe How far we’ve come? How far we’ve come! A&E, some 30 minutes later To be told of a four hour wait I laughed out loud Until I was in stitches The irony for once did not pass me by It’s quiet now So quiet now... © Philip Lewis-Jones 2012
4.
Festival 04:23
Kitty-Mae goes away In her 3-man tent that she bought in Gwent Pitches under the Cherry tree With the home from home refugees And this is how we spend our summer days Plastic pints and patterned paper plates No you couldn’t put a price on what we pay For us to come and live this way Dolly deals in her heels Finger food to the multitude Spreads fish on bruschetta bread And gives out seeds to the poppy heads And this is how we spend our summer days With plastic pints and patterned paper plates No you couldn’t put a price on what we pay For us to come on out and play Bohemians to be We won’t whine if the sun don’t shine Banjo Joes’ in the know he can show show show us for free Micky Moore, what’s the score? Year on year in the stratosphere Stomps his feet, claps his hands Avoids the hype and must see bands And this is how we spend our summer days With plastic pints and patterned paper plates No you couldn’t put a price on what we pay For us to come and live this way © Philip Lewis-Jones 2012
5.
My world revolves like a silver coin Spinning towards the table’s edge I often wonder what these pills have done To the wiring in my head But I know you Did you know me? I get involved with too many things Which are best left alone But this silence stings Yes your s-s-silence stings Why do you still bug me? Why do you still bug me? I can see, it takes up energy And I’ve no energy for you We get diluted with each passing year It’s only now I recognize You took much more than you ever gave Then hung me out to dry Expectation high My expectation too high.... Why do you still bug me? Why do you still bug me? I can see, it wastes energy, you’re not worth energy I can see, it takes up energy And I’ve no energy for you © Philip Lewis-Jones 2012
6.
Student: Excusez moi monsieur Street Philosopher: Oui? Student: Je crois que je suis perdue Street Philosopher: Ah,mais nous sommes tous perdus...recherchant un but, un sens, srutant aveuglement un Dieu invisible au sein d'un ciel Atheiste sand nuage Student: Pardon? Arthouse Films Profound scenes Subtitled European Je ne les comprends pas Je ne les comprends pas, et vous? Black and white Über cool Anouk Aimée... ...Beautiful Je ne les comprends pas Je ne les comprends pas, et vous? Intelligent Sensual Tastefully Sexual Je ne les comprends pas Je ne les comprends pas, et vous? You say its art pretension Life style reinvention Leftfield, outside the mainstream Of blow them up Shoot the clown American dumbing down Arthouse films Profound scenes Subtitled European Je ne les comprends pas Je ne les comprends pas, et vous? Street Philosopher: Peut etre etes vous partie avec de mauvaises indications...traverse une prairie sans fleur, un verger qui ne donne aucun fruit,se reveillant chaque matin d'un sommeil sans repos sans connaitre le Rire ou l'Amour... Student: Moi, je veux juste retourner a la place du marche... © Philip Lewis-Jones 2012
7.
Ether Ghost 03:36
I’m the ether ghost, Living by the coast In a semi D, Quietly... You can hear my moans, As I drag my bones Across your screen, Where have you been? You see the name, but can you place the face? The mask casts shadows only fools would chase So why do you try? I’m the ether man, In an unmarked van Driving down your street, On a plastic seat I turn the bend, And start to blend Into the haze, Of our yesterdays You see the name, but can you face the face? The past casts shadows only fools would trace So why do you try? I’m the Ether Friend, Who receives and sends Wired energy, By the sea Out on a limb With leather skin From the outside Looking in And it feels like heaven here in outer space Watching the pieces all fall into place The dish is cold, and ready for you to taste You know you want to try... © Philip Lewis-Jones 2012
8.
Move away, move away from London Leave the crush and the rush to someone else I have watched your sparkle fade And lose the good friends you had made – oh no. Don’t know how, don’t know how you’re feeling On the tube each day from Ealing Broadway, zone three, 45 Minutes for you to survive intact And your place has been infested By the clones you once detested They take and take what they need Bleed you dry then feed and feed and feed Move away move away from London Come home, reconnect and unwind You know it’s here you’re missed the most On the windswept Norfolk coast Come breathe the air and overdose © Philip Lewis-Jones 2012
9.
Now And Then 03:02
Now and then, A pop up box in my mind Still finds me wanting... You and me, me and you What’s it all about? Alfie says nothing High so high to low Emotionally hit meltdown Now and then, then and now There are things I would change If I could go back in time Listen up and be open Make a leap, take a punt On what you’re all about And not fix what ain’t broken High so high to low Emotionally hit meltdown Now and then, then and now And I’m here, Now you’re there So it goes Round and round and round and round and round Don’t fix what ain’t broken High so high too high Emotionally low High so high so high Emotionally sick, meltdown Now and then, then and now © Philip Lewis-Jones 2012
10.
Focus the eye Capture the style Then ask yourself Why? Why? Why? Colour the sky Cobalt and clear No one need know just What draws you here And you can place it in your hand And you can make a mental photograph Upload it on demand And smile..... Add it up Break it down Seemed worthless then But priceless now So don’t try too hard (Mondays) Don’t talk too much (always) Layer the masks (cut me down) And retouch (to size) And you can place it in your hand And you can make a mental photograph Upload it on demand And smile..... Yes you can place it in your hand And take a mental photograph And then you’ll understand How it feels But should the lines begin to blur Come over and have a quiet word Don’t worry her © Philip Lewis-Jones 2012
11.
Swedish Snow 01:49
The cemetery candles flicker at night Like scattered stars dusting the ground It’s bitterly cold at thirty below Walking on Swedish snow... And this is the place we have chosen It took nine years for us to arrive Then Andy, Slim Tim and parents flew in To tread lightly on Swedish snow... Oh my winter bride, Let’s stay outside If I could, I would live this one day Over and over and over again Over and over again… Twenty Fifth of December 2002 You promised me and I promised you To hold one another and never let go On the frozen white Swedish snow The frozen white Swedish snow... © Philip Lewis-Jones 2012
12.
Hymn 47 03:46
Some days I’m truly hopeless, beyond repair Can’t seem to find focus... handle with care Oh give me faith, not religion Tell me truth, with just a smidgeon of doubt So I can work it out by myself Some say we’re on a journey, it starts inside There are no roads or rivers, there is no park and ride So give me faith, not religion Tell me truth, with a suspicion of doubt So I can work it out for myself ...To live the daily grind And make up my own mind Take as I find.. Give me faith, not religion Tell me truth, with a suspicion of doubt So I can work it out by myself Keep on keeping on... Keep on keeping on... Keep on keeping on... © Philip Lewis-Jones 2012

credits

released October 22, 2012

All tracks written, arranged and produced by Philip Lewis-Jones
Musical perspective (too much) by Slim Tim Bick

© Philip Lewis-Jones 2012
Published by Songsters

Primarily Recorded in:
Rockland St. Mary, Norwich and Hanover, Brighton
Additional recording for Hymn 47 in Seaford, E. Sussex

Mastered by Andie Thomson at Gighouse Studios, Leamington Spa
except "Swedish Snow" Mastered by Julian Tardo at the Church Road Recording Co., Brighton

Cover Design and Layout: Banjo Studios, Norwich

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