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The Inseparable Santa Sprees

by Santa Sprees

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1.
I'm in heaven but I'm bored to tears I hear voices suggesting I should leave And when I torch the am oil and it gets so damn dark That's when that voice rushes in Makes a hostage of my head and my heart I hear voices I think they're the real me I mistook boredom for tranquility it seems That's why them voices are carping at me
2.
O dungeons and ditches and gutters and hovels Where poverty bends you to its every whim Down with the dregs and the elasticated morals Or places serene where the air is thin Tell me Take the chair lift to the summit And be sure to find yourself a throne upon it Summon flying monkeys and plumes of smoke Part the clouds with your lightning bolt High places are good places I'm telling you baby it's a fact of life They don't choose to mingle with our type High places are good places I've never been mugged on a mountain hike You have to be born there to know what it's like Yeah, high places are good places I never ever ever felt this good on the ground High places are good places Are right places for looking down Do you want a fetid sewer or a sky of blue? Sunken garden or one on the roof? Albatrosses or them brainless moles? Switching skyward or digging holes? Basement flat or penthouse suite? Wieliczka salt mine or mountain retreat? Altitude or molten core? Frozen dandy or crushing bore? High places are good places I'm telling you baby it's a fact of life They don't choose to mingle with our type High places are good places I've never been mugged on a mountain hike Do you have to be born there to know what it's like? High places are good places I never ever ever felt this good on the ground High places are good places Are right places for looking down
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Fumbling forming beaks and wings Dusting glazed feathers in the baking tin I'm making bird-shaped pastry for the birds Were likenesses in those shapes discenred? What did them sparrows learn From eating rough, sweet profile bird-shaped pastry For the birds? Don't matter what you have in your hand You can't remake what you had in your head Lost notions now plainly absurd Bird-shaped pastry for the birds Should I relent? Should I stand firm? Should I give in and give them worms? Them testing shapes that they deserve Bird-shaped pastry for the birds Feeling peckish on the garden bath Draining tap water from the cracked bird bath They're checking bird-shaped pastry for the birds One finch looked shocked but my belief held firm That bird shapes are better than worms They're eating bird-shaped pastry for the birds I guess we'll never know If the juice overflowed from my heart and my lungs And I bottled it up and when back it among The Saturdays of yore when I threw on the lawn Would I relent? Would I stand firm? Would I give in and give them worms? Them testing shapes that they deserve Bird-shaped pastry for the birds
4.
She had a body that rankles From her fat lip to the shallow in her ankles A painted smirk like she found the world amusing And a crick in her neck from constant accepting For all the outlay, all the men laid Was she happy? Well, only lately She was bored at twenty and dead at thirty Now, she's completely weightless and see-through, too Now, I have seen it all She walks through walls Was a skeleton rose from filing clerk She had nobody to speak of Plenty upstairs but not much around the middle She had no body to speak of Now she's vapour, they don't gawp at her form She can pass as paranormal Them fireproof ghosts don't come much colder She passes as paranormal Feigned conviction in space religion So I could find out what had got into him Found him frozen from hat to toes And he had pricks of light in his eyes Now, I have seen it all She walks through walls Seen gods made of rope and unravelled silver And them plaited arms had embraced him longer than his mother Electric cloaks hummed with reason He forgot the tune but he caught the meaning It said something about a middle way Yeah, a middling mantra with rank and stature Mild, elastic, faintly rustic Vaporous, gluttonous, nearly useless Without this instance he'd be lost to nonsense Without seeing this he would not have seen this Now, I have seen it all She walks through walls She walks through walls She walks through walls She walks through walls She walks through walls She walks through walls
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Can I be your sleeping partner? Can I be your golden-hearted one? Can I be your Chairman Mao? Can I be your very sacred cow? Can I be yours? Can I be yours? Can I be yours? Can I be your bowl of ambrosia? Can I be your dish of the week? Can I be your readers’ wife? Can I be your squaw & your chief? Can I be your crutch & your downfall? Can I be your chosen poison? Can I be your comfort blanket? Can I be your triumph over reason? How can I be anything to you when you don’t care? How can I be anything to you when you’re not here? Can I be your local pen pal? Can I be your confidant? Can I be your uncle Joe? Can I be your maiden aunt? Can I be your buried treasure? Can I be your winter fuel? Can I be your island race? Can I be your milking stool? Can I be your guilty secret? Can I be your great unseen? Can I be your bit on the side? Can I be your love supreme? Can I be your sleeping partner? Can I be your number one? Can I be your reason for living? Or can I be the one who tags along? Can I be your quilted bedstead? Can I be your waking dream? Can I be your sleeping partner? Can I be where he ain’t been? Can I be yours? Can I be yours? Can I be yours? Can I be yours? Can I be yours? Can I be yours? Can I be yours? Can I be yours? Can I be yours? Can I be yours? Can I be yours? Can I be yours? Can I be yours? Can I be yours? Can I? Can I? Can I? Can I be your sleeping partner? Can I be your sleeping (yawn)? Buried in the heather with the bits of buried Bonnie And the bodies of beauty are all becoming Nothing, hear me, nothing, nothing And the bodies of beauty are all becoming Nothing, hear me, nothing, nothing
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So, the permafrost of purgatory is not cool enough for him He'd swap dialling out for pizza for the death has cheated He craved an office romance with that girl from accounts All gone but he moans too much for a ghost in his position He lingers too long for a ghostly apparition He's not settling in Death's not brought out the best in him Just one bedroom in your haunted house And the tenants are rather plain He's not exactly thrilled with the spines he has chilled They'd rather mow their lawn than watch him change his form It's too bad but he moans too much for a ghost in his position He lingers too long for a ghostly apparition He's not settling in Death's not brought out the best in him He wanted to be the colour of cold steam whatever that is And he pictured a mansion with flock paper Yeah, and a maid whose top he could look down every day His is a spiritual vision Yeah an eternity of rattling cellar doors Well I guess the time could begin to drag But to live in organ pipes and make science rub its eyes He don't like the clothes he died in He said they make him look thin It's too grim but he moans too much for a ghost in his position He lingers too long for a ghostly apparition He's not settling in Death's not brought out the best in him Ghosts moan too much Ghosts linger too long Ghosts moan too much
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Viriconium 00:38
8.
I met a girl marked exit sign She was pretty green but her heart was inclined To meet me halfway at the psychic fayre I spent a whole stone age there being driven Being driven Being driven What life holds in store I've already bought I'm not given to moments of change I can't imagine the light at the head of the hole Beyond a pinprick of fame Young pups come and ruffle my foal She's in the meadow doing forward rolls Don't need no crash mat to break her fall Don't have much need for what's gone before Being driven crackers and bananas Being villains on the run and cursed And all our contact with unrecorded germs The never minds and weren't-meant-to-bes Are made plain by you not being with me Being driven Being driven Being driven Crackers and bananas 1, 2, 3, 4 Boys step away from the girls For they will drive you 'round the bend Girls move away from the boys For they will drive you 'round the bend Being driven Being driven Being driven Being driven Little fingers wrapped around me I need your claws digging in me Crackers and bananas feed me For times when I'm not.. Being driven
9.
It's a ma and pa thing Bits of kids string Mind's-eye monsters Playpen fixtures Opaque doormat Plate glass, rough patch Overcame romance Kept fucking on the off chance Of all this going our way Replaced birthdays Dream home, heartache Gas bill, court case Baby blue cot daubed with two coats Wax works, we don't Dead boy, dead girl Kept it from her That our family planning's undone Yeah, our family planning's undone
10.
Thought when you turned up, you knew a way out of the woods You'd follow the breadcrumbs that could lead us home You will find out in time that everybody's a piece away from peace of mind Neither of us is easy to live when the liquorice roof is caving in You will find out from here how to tear this peace to pieces You will find out I found sharp sticks on snowball earth Where they tried to fix the fences around the yard Can you blame mother for trying so hard? Haven't you grown? Haven't you shrunk? Didn't I tell you once? I found footprints on snowball earth Where they take temperature at 5am Your exes are massing on the bank again Haven't you grown? Haven't you shrunk? Didn't I tell you once Hansel needs Gretel like poorhouse soup needs a stinging nettle? Green fly, wolf man, she needs a woodcutter to hold her hand Needle, sword verse, fangs, horns, which came first? Snowball, flagless, I'd find it hard to need you less Sharp sticks, balsa wood, I've eaten aphids and river mud And no harm came to me I was OK, I was OK Haven't you grown? Haven't you shrunk? Didn't I tell you once Hansel needs Gretel like poorhouse soup needs a stinging nettle? Haven't you grown? Haven't you shrunk? Didn't I tell you once Hansel needs Gretel like poorhouse soup needs a stinging nettle? Ungrateful wretch, you little tramp You caught me with my trousers down The tarts were warm, the bread was broke The August lips, the yellow yolk It was good here but a rock face has grown up in your place We're a long way from home It's a sweet house but it's not our own Try to sleep now, the trail has grown As you dream, home has left home There's no one at home whose name you know There's no one home whose name you know
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Well, the soap in the bathroom has worn real thin And the lemon scented shampoo is watered down And the curtains aren't lined so they let the light in The vacancy sign is never turned 'round This hotel is cheaper than I am It has been so long since I checked in I'm as brittle as the Chinese sideboard And as flaky as the paint on the door I just can't spend any more time with you in this room I did the sums and I just can't understand How this hotel can be cheaper than I am But it's true, this hotel is cheaper than I am Your neighbours in fancy goods with a girl half his age Or is she just mutinous mutton out on the lam? These autumnal chickens in their edible knickers Even I can afford to pull them down This hotel is cheaper than I am Has it been that long since I checked in? There's coin-operated everything from the minibar to the cable porn It's a shame nothing works anymore For those too weathered to go home at night Reception is a promise, air freshener and fairy lights Discretion is the key for those deserting dinner dates If you can't last all night, they have hourly rates She leant against the door jamb and asked me where I stand And I run ten thousand yen into the maw of her left hand She pulled out some change and I said, "thank you, ma'am" Well, this hotel is cheaper than I am Get out of town way past the toll And the working week that had paid for it all This hotel is cheaper than I am Yeah, it's cheaper than I am It's cheaper than I am For all you decent folk who haven't been there yet I will admit that this hotel is cheaper than I am It's cheaper than I am
13.
Overcome 02:24
Draw a line under her fallen arches Your appetites can't be removed Eats a choc ice but her hunger marches on You're a special girl in special shoes Oh whether they have ever claimed the weather vane can be overcome The fact remains the colour drains from every place you've ever run And a poster of Honolulu is the only colour in this town My diary is chock full of girls named Lotte When I wake up, I'm gonna call them over But they've all left town with guys named Trevor I wonder why I bother to try and gain a foothold in the steeple rise When I can't stay long The moving mass don't move so fast And in real life, I can't stay long Train tracks are mackerel blue in the night air Run home steaming from a blazing row Lipstick lifebelts almost sank me No one can save you now Never meant to sound so anti natal Had a depressed fracture in my writing hand Living is easy but the future is fatal You asked me nicely but I had other...plans Oh whether they have ever blamed the family name for being prolonged The fact remains that you're a drain on everything I've ever loved I can't sit by and entertain the pre-ordained from heaven above Oh, the weather vane, the weather vane, the weather vane Can be overcome
14.
Hunched on all fours in the furthest reaches When my mattress ices over in the dampest patches These days when I'm inspired it's only in flashes But when I give in, it lasts for weeks See rashes bloom on the downy down And i scratched myself daft in the Horse & Hounds I've written a rough draft of a past improved In which i lied a lot to lighten the mood I want to get my carriage clock I want to get to the end I have a chalet sleeps five if two of them ain't proud And three of them are spied and one ain't allowed To breathe out between nine and nine It's made of chipboard but at least it's mine The villagers are desperate and the natives are restless It floods twice a year and nobody cares less I am the glue man sticking to his tanks My frozen forces are shooting blanks I want to get my carriage clock I want to get to the end Yeah, I hollered dumb decibels of delight To a palmist holidaying nearby She told me you need a goal in life "You don't get no clocks if you don't do the time" That's alright I've been trying to cultivate spectacle-tinted roses With petal lenses and autofocus Only eight pounds fifty to you passers by With thorns and fleas you want to magnify I am as terracentric as a worm Twenty four carats is all I've earned Have no fsithful wife or country pile Will golden time pieces make it all worthwhile? I want to get my carriage clock I want to get to the end I want to get my carriage clock I want to live to the end I want to get my carriage clock I want to live to the end
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Mayflies 08:00
He lisped, "I luth you, I luth you" She took her braces out and threw them on the dashboard There was no unzipping, de-clasping She insisted on asking, "when you gonna get me that ring?" He thought for a while, watched some mayflies die And picked holes in a ladder fern (don't know the real name) He could see a life ahead with more good in it than bad (This lot have been learning all along so how come he...?) He was never very good with words You may think this time was no different He said, "you are my fossil fuel" You wouldn't've understood it But it must have meant something to them Something deep, meaningful But I don't know if they're still together I have no idea where they're living now I'm not even sure if they're alive or dead I don't know Ok. I'm obscuring and I'm projecting (yeah, you are a little) When I should be collecting facts But I'm too squeamish to look Maybe it was just a holiday hit She saw his trunks didn't fit That August in the water chute Or maybe they split up over money Or they shared every penny until they were one hundred and two Maybe they had five healthy kids Or maybe they couldn't have any Or they beat all five black and blue Oh I don't know if they're still together I have no idea where they're living now I'm not even sure if they're alive or dead I don't know So, are you a betting man? Lay me two to one on not even a card at christmas Say we didn't miss much The knowing is terrible Ah, but the not knowing, the not knowing I only saw them for one minute Like you watch mayflies on the white tiles in urinals Nothing is....I've got a pretty good idea...weren't born yesterday We've all got stories when it's in our own best interests To not know the outcome, to be protected It's potential We need potential We need them I've been waiting around for years for you to call with news of them I've been waiting around for years for you to call with news of them I've been waiting around for years for you to call with news of them When are you two going to be a happy ending? Because the world it is crowded with mayflies I've been waiting around for years For you to call with news of them

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Some of the flora referred to in 'The Inseparable Santa Sprees':

Ladder Fern (nephrolepsis stepcordifolia)
The ladder fern is a quite different fern from the one our hero picks holes in. This fern has a peat balck club foot which acts as shallow root. When disinterred, the ladder fern makes a fine, if benign, spear.

Liquorice (glycyrrhiza glabra fountain)
Liquorice roots bind together most of the crumbly subfirma of Southern Europe (from Andalucia to Arcadia). Each year shortly after the Octal equinox, the younger, umber roots migrate to the nicer bits of Asia Minor.

Stinging Nettle (urtica dioca itai)
Until the discovery of dock leaf sap, ancient wisdom held that those of impure intent who brushed against a nettle's fur would agitate one of the 49 embers of hell. We now know that the so-called 'sting', histamine & acetylocholine hydoxytriptamine, makes a soothing balm for the eyes.

Balsa (ochroma pyramidale nee langopus)
An evergreen and the softest hardwood. The Mayans used balsa to make horce tontas (literally 'silly gibbets'). The word 'balsa' comes from the Spanish for inglorious raft.

Pine Needles (pine fresh fragrance)
The spiral growth of branches, needles, and cone scales are arranged by God in Fibonacci number ratios. If they don't die, a cluster of needles can live for up to 40,000 years.

Some of the fauna referred to in 'The Inseparable Santa Sprees':

Sparrow (catullus phyllyp passeridae)
Field sparrows are drawn to yellow flowers and, when possible, will nest in the trunks of poets. The thrill of their sharp pecks inspired the silent musical 'Scythe the Low Sward'.

Mole (aerating talpidae)
Moles have been tilling our red pasture since 1702. Smug, velvety, colourblind, adult moles have 44 teeth and 49 distinct ways to exprees the sentiment "I am absolutely covered in mud".

Worm (gorging annelida)
Despite losing some ground to tigers, the predatory cutworm remains at the top of the food chain. 1001 nermatodes survived the Columbia space shuttle crash, proving that worms are now ready to conquer space and undermining the terracentric slurs of yore.

Albatross (albus diomedeidae)
No matter how hard they flap, albatrosses cannot traverse the doldrums. The Southern Royal can infest wintry sunlight with its curse.

Aphid (super family aphidoidea)
When it isn't gorging on petals, an aphid is probably fighting one of its arch enemies, the lacewing or the hoverfly. Once engaged in mortal combat, an aphid can transform itself into a ray-emitting greenfly by an act of will.

Finch (irma ramona frigillidae)
Finches are seed-eating birds with conical beaks and twelve tail feathers. According to Thorpe's study of birdsong, an adult finch only knows two songs: a fast one and a slow one.

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released September 7, 2023

Written and performed by Santa Sprees (Anthony & Kazuko Dolphin)
Recorded at the Silver Loft, Kita Kogane, Matsudo, & Flower Mansion, Meguro, Tokyo, Japan, between October 2000 and April 2006.

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The Anglo-Japanese band Santa Sprees have been advancing the art of unpopular song since 1994. Making questionable progress from the low-skilled, no-fidelity, no wave of their earliest cassettes to the largely futile primitive avant bubblegum of today, releasing ten collections to date on a trail of defunct labels and media. ... more

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