5-SONG MEDLEY
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It's a Laugh in the West
Instruments & Artists
Mark R:
Bodhran
Cabassa
Bass
Organ
Horn arrangement
Hazel F:
Rhythm Fiddle
Fiddle FX
Ian P:
Sax arrangement & solos
Sophie C:
Vocals
Words & Music by
Neil H, Demmy J,'Your Dinner' & Mark R
It's a Laugh in the West
Isn't it a laugh? - living in the west
sated pioneers of our own frontiers
We're not tortured and and we're not hungry
we can wear silly hats and go to church (on Sunday)
yes we can
We got cozy buildings and a big screen view
you've got the whole world working for you
but - current fashions are out of reach - over there!
I can't help thinking
there's something twisted with this life,
I wonder just what it could be?
there's something twisted with this life,
I found this way to untwist me;
Cos music's my thing
I'm trying to tell you that music's my thing
I get lost in the beats blow my head on tunes
and its a mystery how it keeps me happy
but it keeps me happy
Its a laugh in the west between love and hate
some of us got what others can't get
much worse is just a few miles away - over there!
Cos some people got
dog patrols picking them up in the street
and some people get searched in the station
looking for off-white skin
and some people they have to do crime to stop getting thin
or walk the streets at night;
they have to laugh with all of their might
Chorus
Yes that's my thing and it keeps me happy
its my opium its a fire inside
its a laugh in the west; hell is portable!
Quench it with music
cos music's my thing
I've got to drench it with music
cos music's my thing
I get lost in the beats blow my head on tunes
and its a mystery how it keeps me happy
but it keeps me happy
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Payday
Instruments & Artists
Mark R:
Bodhran
Tambourine
Bass
Hazel F:
Rhythm Fiddle
Fiddle Solo
Ian P:
Sax
Sophie C & Fuki-A:
Vocals
:
Words & Music by
Roger Wilson
Payday
My breath is heaving, my feet are light
I carry my whole world on my back tonight
This is the life I choose, I don't do any harm
I'm just looking forward to my loved ones open arms
On payday I'm gonna dance all night
These people are meeting up
Between the trees beneath the moonlight
They'll be trying to keep us apart,
Even after all the miles we've come
But there's too many lonely hearts,
Gonna make sure mine isn't one, on payday
I was not stupid when I was born
Whatever happened to me, what were my schooldays for
I did what I was told, but then I've always been a slow learner
Like an idiot to toe the line,
Looking out for a better earner, on payday
Chorus
Though I walk these lanes in the fading light
I feel no pain, and I don't fear the night
So heart go your way, whatever you decide
I guarantee today
That the head will sympathise, on payday
Chorus
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Humanimal
Instruments & Artists
Mark R:
Bodhran
Cabassa
Tambourine
Shakers
Congas
Clavinet
Bass
Hazel F:
Rhythm Fiddle
Fiddle Solos
Maddi G:
Vocals
Words & Music by:
Mark R
Humanimal
Loving and caring and hating and mating
And eating and feeling and hurting and healing
And raging and ageing they're dumb and amazing
…That’s humanimal
Acting irrational awareness is minimal
Only do fractional can’t do continual
Not supernatural; goals are subliminal
…Thats humanimal
Hot head inflammable angry tyrannical
Easily entrenchable rapidly quenchable
Affable laughable there is no plan at all
…that's humanimal
Truly incredible master adaptable
Complex mechanical no saint or sins for all
Quite understandable cultures are national!!
…That's humanimal
Shamable blamable easily nameable
…that's humanimal
Carnival cannibals cultures are killable
...and refillable
Affable laughable there is no plan at all
...That's humanimal
Often intractable stubborn inflexible
Sometimes impassable cool and unflappable
Way too impractical couldn’t care less at all
…That's humanimal
Happily manical palpably tangible certainly fallible
Minds are expandable aims for compatible
Stays a bit radical...
Chorus
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Underground Roots
Instruments & Artists
Mark R:
Bodhran
Tambourine
Congas
Timbale
Bass
Guitar
Horn Parts
Hazel F:
Rhythm Fiddle
Fiddle FX
Karrey V & Fuki-A:
Vocals
Words & Music by
Demmy J, 'Apes', & Mark R
Underground Roots
Like the root is underground and heart beats under the skin
And then the blood and beat can take effect
from where you do not expect
When the weight of your delusion has grown with your descent
And you start to realize how deep some other folk went
To get you closer to the surface where the flowers sell scent
The roots are underground
Underground roots
The roots are underground
Underground roots …and the roots grow deep
People say they're this and that; they’ve got it in hand
You see them singing on the surface how much they understand
They're making wishes with their leaves and throwing flowers around
But they just wither and the roots keep growing underground
Chorus
Leaders and messiahs they all come and go
But the movement is forever going on below
½ Chorus
When the war is won and over and the people trodden down
The roots will still be growing deeper underground
½ Chorus
Now we're talking to you direct with a string and a skin
To say the fabric of all nations have established a kin
Coz if you wonder how the underdog can manage a grin
its cos the roots are underground and the blood moves within
Chorus
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Confusion Inland
Instruments & Artists
Mark R:
Bodhran
Tambourine
Claps
Timbale
Bass
Piano
Organ
Bone Saw
Hazel F:
Rhythm Fiddle
Fiddle FX -
Cambridge Samba:
Samba drums
Maddi G & Ramy Z:
Vocals
Words & Music by
Demmy J, Mark R & 'Apes'
Confusion Inland
Fantastic flight cruise over night
dashboard light indicates right
as one they take her hand and yearn
relearn concerned with this nocturn
I turn fly burn and furnace fires the urn
Movement continues, the vehicle is silent
a holy man kneels at the shrine of a slaver
and no willing witness emerges from shadows
receding to darkness in rear view mirror
Confusion Inland; the sun still rises
Tele-Praise flickers through the rain on the motel room window
Limo pulls in off highway as worshippers rise in churches
we're all alone she assures as the satellites lock in on
the second sweating from the walls of their dreams
Oncoming headlights reveal empty rear seats,
the signs past are larger the kisses are worship
the future's a colour corrupting their praises
deceptions a ritual that's holding them true
Chorus
Out on the seashore plovers hop and seagulls struggle turning
they squeeze their eyes their feathers ruffle in the wind; they call
the planet swirls in dustclouds from the cities blowing out to sea
the waves they lift and heave through miles of ocean never ending
Confusion...
Chorus
