Start Of Something Minor

by BARK PRELUDE

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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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Boldy swimming against the prevailing tide... There are approximately 97.3 trillion bands on the internet, though this one probably contains the greatest number of overdubbed handclaps.

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Track Name: Rainbows
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
Track Name: America America America
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
Track Name: Darwin Was Right
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
Track Name: Festival
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
Track Name: Why Do You Still Bug Me?
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
Track Name: Arthouse Films
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
Track Name: Ether Ghost
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
Track Name: Move Away From London
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
Track Name: Now And Then
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
Track Name: Mental Photograph
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
Track Name: Swedish Snow
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
Track Name: Hymn 47
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