Cloisters, quads, lodges; one of the oldest seats of learning in the country. We're not in the business of turning out eccentrics.
lyrics
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
credits
from Mayhem in Spring EP,
released July 4, 2010
Tom May (vocals, ukulele, washboard, melodica, Roland synthesizer)
Bouncy electro-funk from the UK with a nostalgic synth palette and an experimental, slightly off-kilter approach to songwriting. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 7, 2020