Mayhem in Spring EP

by Dream Cargoes

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First in a series of EPs, one for each season of the year. Starting with Spring!

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released July 4, 2010

Tom May (little keyboard, melodica, washboard, guitar, ukulele, Roland Juno-D synthesiser, programming, vocals, crooning/warbling)

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Track Name: The Old Boy
A nursing home for old computers
It’s a faculty for forgotten futures
Porters peer in arch serenity
There’s a gap year in your modesty
Sleepwalking through sepia cloisters
Sad cigars in midnight embers

The old boy’s took a funny turn
Whirligigging on the throne
High as a table
Alone as a raven
Here is a token of our affection

Got to pick yourself up
Get dusted down
Got to pick yourself up
Got to make a start

Gowns walk ‘round all by themselves
Money mutters, renown splutters
Players stroll, pay as you go
Contacts, contracts, it’s who you know
Work the room, shake the hands
We’re cocktails built on shifting sands
Trustees peer in frozen pity...
Classicists all gone to The City

The Old Boy’s took a funny turn
Whirligigging on the throne
High as a table
Alone as a Titus
Here is a token of our affection

Got to pick yourself up
Get dusted down
Got to pick yourself up
Got to make a start

The Old Boy’s took a funny turn,
Whirligging on the throne
The old boy’s not one of us
Accused of cheating on the bus
Track Name: My England
“I know I am, I’m sure I am…”

“Do you know where that is?”

We’ve got non-religious reverends,
Ale and conversations,
Red pillar box rendezvous
Beachy Head sunsets
Your gaudy garden gnome

(A bulldog buffoon)

Spring bank holiday revelry
Spider Nugent and Aunty Em,
Up a tree in protest,
Non-religious remedy.

Nation of shopkeepers
Nation of complainers
Frustrated self-deprecators
Non-commital playing gamers
You wouldn’t exist without those you
Scapegoat
Without those you scapegoat

Winstanley
Wollstonecraft
Viv Stanshall
Desmond Ambrose
Dour Eeyore and a beaming Tom Baker
Kate Bush
Clifford T. Ward

My England

OUR ENGLAND

“We’re not digging for stottie cake”
Track Name: No Gods Above
If you don’t feel it you don’t feel it
You shouldn’t be here!
You’re a pretty chilled out character
Citizen, how does it feel?
You’ve got to get some sex appeal
Complexity is the thing
Understanding how others think

No kings, no queens
No gods above.
Nothing. Just the elements.
No kings, no queens
No gods above.
Nothing. Just the elements.

A window on the world
Or a prison in your home
A gogglebox Colditz
A spoilt countess gets her kicks
If you don’t feel it
You don’t feel it
You can’t contrive how you feel inside

No kings, no queens
No gods above.
Nothing. Just the elements.
No kings, no queens
No gods above.
It’s only us – eternal [temporal] love

Torrents of emotional bombast.

Hello, it’s been a long time...
I’m not given to histrionics,
But you’re looking rather fine.
Words mislaid for decade
Resound in my mind

No kings, no queens
No gods above.
Just the elements. Chaos and love.
Torrents of emotional bombast

Nothing just torrents
Of emotional bombast…
Track Name: The Springtime Stomp
Dilly dilly daffodilly
Canteloupe and Antelope
Dilly dilly daffodilly
Canteloupe and Antelope
Dilly dilly daffodilly
Canteloupe and Antelope
Kasey, Andrew, Sarah
We’re A1 without ceremony

Lazing in the public park
Sharing downtime with the lark
Lazing in the public park
Sharing downtime with the lark

There’s a piano in your house
There’s a discotheque in your step
This is your inheritance
Do the springtime stomp again
Do the springtime stomp again
Do the springtime stomp again

Faraway traffic
A dusty attic
There’s a parking ticket
There’s a prickly thicket

Undercover lady detective
With no boss or directive
Threepenny Opera dialectic
Severe fring,e mein leiber

There’s a piano in your house
There’s a discotheque in your step
This is your inheritance
Do the springtime stomp again
Do the springtime stomp again
Do the springtime stomp again
Do the springtime stomp again
Again… mein leiber
Mein leiber

There’s a shiver down your spine
Got your whole life down in lines
There’s a shiver down your spine
Got your whole life down in lines
Got your whole life down in lines
(Like slumbering lions)
It’s very true that nothing lasts forever
Least of all the April weather
(More’s the better)

There’s a piano in your house
There’s a discotheque in your step
This is your inheritance
Do the springtime stomp again
Do the springtime stomp again
Do the springtime stomp again

There’s a shiver down your spine
Got your whole life down in lines
In quatrains and twelve bar loops
The bloody foreigners
How dare they?
Offer the hand of friendship!?
It must be a conspiracy,
Against our team

There’s a piano in your house
There’s a discotheque in your step
An epic win for future sin
Do the springtime stomp again!
It’s a bizarre sail in the air
It’s a Matthew Upson affair
Yes, the Germans they do it better
Come and taste some schadenfreude.

Dilly dilly daffodilly
Canteloupe and Antelope
Dilly dilly daffodilly
Canteloupe and Antelope
Dilly dilly daffodilly
Canteloupe and Antelope
Dilly dally dilly dally