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released July 14, 2015

Written, performed and recorded by Stephen Manning
© 2015 copyright control
On drums: Christopher I. Dixon
except Paul Clifton on 1, 2, 3, 9 and 19
Made early to mid 2015 mostly at Norwood Eye, south London

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Track Name: Fou Roux
Candlelit in the full view
Catch a glimpse of the true you
Uneven lines
By design
We’re all going through

Soon enough comes the voodoo
Chase you out like the fou roux
You’ll leave behind
Your mauves and your limes
With red in pursuit

Painting a gangway of people and bars
Under a blanket of merciful stars
Then you remember
That’s not how they are
No way

You know it’s gonna haunt you
What they did to the fou roux
Believe in time
Mauves and limes
Will be your refuge

Painting a gangway of people and bars
Under a blanket of merciful stars
Then you remember
That’s not what we are
No way

Watching the fields and the turbulent skies
Nature will turn in the blink of an eye
Lighting the canvas and keeping the lie at bay

After this comes the deluge
Making sense of your refuge
Uneven lines
Sign of the times
We’re all going through

You know it’s gonna haunt you
What they did to the fou roux
Believe in time
Track Name: Charles Ives Came Down The Stairs
Charles Edward Ives came down the stairs
Tears in his eyes, shock in his hair
Said “I’ve descended to tell you
That I cannot write a thing
And for the king of cacophony
Silence is deafening”

Harper Lee said “I’ve nothing more”
Salinger had a full-up draw
Yusuf Islam had the sky
And the patience of 50 saints
Don Van Vliet had the desert
There’s so much still left to paint

Margaret Mitchell mulls it all from her hideaway
“All my words they just turned my world into disarray”

Charles Edward Ives came down the stairs
Red in his eyes, white in his hair
“It’s condescending to tell me that even the Bard retired
Sibelius only felt good once he’d thrown it all on the fire”

Yusuf Islam had the sky
And the patience of 50 saints
Don Van Vliet had the desert
There’s so much still left to paint

Forster speaks for those untrained hearts in his amber suit
“From suppression, release can only be absolute”
Track Name: I Inadvertently Befriended A Psychopath
I inadvertently befriended a latent psychopath
Empathy and respect upended
What kind of life is that?
I was pleading, yeah
But they can’t connect the sound
To the meaning, yeah
They’re just looking at the ground
Or the ceiling

Seeing is deceiving doing fine
In your time
But that was long ago
Seeing is deceiving doing fine
You had your time
And it was long ago

If you have inadvertently befriended a psychopath
You have my utmost sympathy, g
Who needs a dose of that?
I was bleeding, yeah
But they can’t connect the sight
To the feeling, yeah
They’re just craving all the light
That you’re stealing

Seeing is deceiving doing fine
In your time
But that was long ago
Seeing is deceiving doing fine
You had your time
And it was long ago
Track Name: Lightbulb Swing
England swings like lightbulbs swing
In mock intimidation
Why should I accept that
All the best ideas are taken
So I’m free
But I’ll likely never see
Another breaking dawn with thee

Lost among the Muscovites
You are so fired when you’re young
Then you live to be wrong
And that life is so long

England stings like wasps in spring
And gossip was my true love
Keep my tab on Saville Row
My chair at the Reform Club
Now I’m free
But there’ll likely never be
Someone who deigns to walk with me

Last among the absolutes
You are so fired when you’re young
And so tired when it’s gone
Exile has its attributes
It’s a lifestyle you can try
Would you dare? Nor would I

England clings like children cling
To myths of our salvation
What good would it do to hear
This turncoat’s explanation?
I am free
But I’ll likely never see
Another breaking dawn with thee
Track Name: You'll Do
You’ll do, you’ll do
You’ll do, you’ll do
You’ll do anything that they ask of you
You’ll do anything that they task of you

You’ll do anything they can’t bear to
You’ll do anything they don’t dare to

Are you so remiss
Standing on a trembling precipice
Scared to look down
Trailed by your decay
Always gonna get you anyway
Care to look around?

Are you still afloat
Wading through your latest muddy moat
Try not to get down
Faced with your despair
Taunted by a world that doesn’t care
Time to look around?
Track Name: Young Country
I want nothing but to be still
Not always running
From some tribe of partial people
Who would deny me as an equal

Young country’s got it all to do
Young country needs to start anew
That’s someone else’s flag you’re flying
A part of you is always lying

New Zealand, take the silver fern
A leaf from the Canadians
Australia, you might feel queasy
But don’t get left behind by Fiji

I want nothing
But to be still
Not always running
From some tribe
Of partial people
My whole life
To them is evil

On Monday there’s a surge of hope
Come Wednesday we still say we’ll cope
While knowing it is more than likely
We’ve fallen off the map by Friday

Revolution benign
All that’s yours is still mine
No one needs a peace like that
Occupation ensigns
Crowding out the skyline
Time to take the high road, jack

New Zealand, take the silver fern
A leaf from the Canadians
Australia, it don’t come easy
But don’t get left behind by Fiji

Revolution benign
All that’s yours is still mine
No one needs a face like that
Occupation ensigns
Crowding out the skyline
Time to take the high road, jack

I want nothing but to be still
Not always running
From some tribe of partial people
Who would deny me as an equal

Young country’s got it all to do
And stop our running
Young country needs to start anew
And stand for something
Track Name: Ulysses In Zurich
Ulysses was written in Zurich
Aping the condition of music
Sailing on your battered acoustic
But you could go down down down
You could go down for this
Voyeur cum tourist

Pity poor Lou Reed holed up
In sober supine south-west 19
Dreaming of Berlin as he spies
John Inman eating an ice cream
This is no down-town
This can’t be my reward
This is no down-town
This can’t be my reward

Fables reconstructed in Wood Green
And oh my god there isn’t an East Cheam
Less and less I tend to this smokescreen
You could go down down down
You could go down for less
Anyone’s best guess

Champion Jack Dupree said
“Halifax is heaven made for me”
Taking his songs of pain
and soul in chains
To somewhere he felt free
Taking us down-town
Ulysses my reward
Taking us down-town
Ulysses my reward
Track Name: Essence of Rogue
A run-up to shame
But when they offer correction
It’s all so lame
I’m no tyro at this game
But with a hint of rejection
All will be plain

A countdown to blame
But from another direction
It looks so tame
I’m no tyro at this game
But there’s a bitter injection
Makes things insane

I don’t know how I’m meant to behave
As you can see, I’m out of my cave
I don’t know how I’m meant to behave
As you can see, I’m out of my wave
You owe me a goldmine
So show me a goldmine
They don’t mean it mean it mean it mate
Take or leave it leave it leave it
Track Name: Frivolati
In Sochi’s winter dread
No rainbow arcing overhead
But in Copenhagen’s glare
Trans Europe is expressed right there

Look this way
We should be making the party
More outré
Just like the young frivolati

Now the great and good have washed
Qu’ils mangent de la brioche
Now the great and good have washed
Qu’ils mangent de la brioche

For sport they pull the rug
For mindless song they barely shrug
Their hearts are dark as coals
But it’s mindless song that takes the pulse

Look both ways
Don’t let’s be late for the party
Trails ablaze
Lit by the young frivolati

If the world must wait and watch
Qu’ils mangent de la brioche
If the world must wait and watch
Qu’ils mangent de la brioche
Track Name: Dark Day In Oh Well
You see ’em all about town
Keeping their sorry heads down
It’s a dark day in oh well
I like my bridges all burned
I got a better return
On a dark day in oh well
Track Name: Blues Guy Thinking
Blues guy thinking
What he’s had and lost
And how much longer’s left
Outside the box

He’s got a hole in his cape
For all the heat to escape
It’s such a cold and uninvolving day
To find yourself awake

Self-pity revealed
Before the pain can be healed
Like a scarecrow
You’ll be standing out
In your empty field

Seething George Canning
Shot his bolt on Putney Heath
The one who calls the duel
Ought to know how to fire a piece

Now there’s a hole in his cape
Where all the heat can escape
It’s such a cold and uninvolving day
For such a grave mistake

All the tension revealed
Before the coffin is sealed
Like a scarecrow
You’ll be standing out
In your empty field
Track Name: Minimal Criminal
Minimal criminal
Wishing he could win it all
On his lot and on his stall
This guy’s the giddy limit
Minimal criminal
Wishing he could win at all
On the lam and on the ball
And never mind the ticket

Patience is a virtue any day
They’re not gonna search you anyway
Track Name: Hillstarts For Still Hearts
Hillstarts for still hearts
There’s life in them yet
The will to forget
New climbs for old minds
The words in retreat
Repeat their defeat

There’s goes the glow
I’ll write a book about
How much I don’t know
Here comes the snow
Toward our citadel
Like Poe’s cagey crow

We choose to read the signs
The way we read each other’s minds
And wonder why we are never
Far forward of the back of the line
Old as we are
It’s still not a question of time
Track Name: Passenger of Philosophy
If you find out
What’s it’s about
Give us a shout
Track Name: Not Suitable, Not Shootable
You’re on the shortlist
But you’re never quite suitable
That much is known
You’re kinda pointless
But you’re still short of shootable
Like us other drones

You’re like a human
You flip and you flop
You just don’t know what to be
You’ve no acumen
But why should that stop you
It’s hardly hindered me

A world of upstarts, downstarts
Gentry that won’t land
Their sulky offspring on things
They don’t understand
Their disappointments overran

We’re so sharply turned out
And yet we learn nowt
And then we burn out
Feasting on our own doubt
Maybe we’ll zone out
Before we’re thrown out

Go find a circus
It’s all that you’re fit for
How have you come this far
Without a purpose?
You’re becoming a bit more
Like all us clowns in our
Falling-apart car

A world of upstarts, downstarts
Gentry that won’t land
Their sulky offspring say things
They don’t understand
Their disappointments overran

We’re so sharply turned out
And yet we learn nowt
And then we burn out
Feasting on our own doubt
Maybe we’ll zone out
Before we’re thrown out
Track Name: The Boat That Sailed
If by lantern
You’re mulling that note
And the kidnapper’s price
Pay no ransom
You’ve given up
More than enough
For my life

In the shadow of this vale
From where each sad fool sets sail
Under all that thunder
Where the day seems ever dark
Crossing off each sorry aim
Each preternatural spark
How can I make my mark?
Which preternatural spark?
Soldier or man of culture
Lover, smuggler?
Swords at the very brink
Dipped in a well of ink
Cloth with a sense of wrath
That brooks no other

If by lantern
You’re mulling that note
And the pirate’s advice
Pay no ransom
You’ve given up
More than enough
For my life

And we are on the lonesome trail
Of the boat that long since sailed
On some arctic tundra
Where the night is ever noon
Bored with herding reindeer
Who won’t ever touch the moon
Night couldn’t come too soon
Death is a comfort room
Nowhere to go but south
And I must sleep now
You with your starry eyes
Picture a big surprise
Home is a memory
That’s yours to keep now
Track Name: The Outliers' Ball
It’s tough in his shoes
You’ll have to forgive him
His obnoxious views
The whites of his blues
Remember, don’t ask
You won’t like the bite
And you won’t like the bark
The light in the dark
Is the oncoming train
Can we live with such disdain?

The outliers’ ball
The people are parking
Their pumpkins on lawns
Some kind of new dawn
A question from me:
Why xenophobes choose to live
Next to the sea?
The worst place to be
Is it me? Is it them?
Is this where our country ends?

Send me no roses
Nothing that grows is here
Strike me no poses
Palaces won’t appear
Track Name: On Offer
Deciduous tendencies I can’t abide
You need to get out much more
Or maybe go near your door
Pretending you’re 70 at 35
Bemoaning your creaks and pains
A stranger to exercise
A bon viveur
Right on offer

Where are you gonna go
Where life can’t find you?
Where are you gonna hide
Where light can’t blind you?

The longer you live
The more you’ve lived too long
And all of your prosperous tastes
Show up on your bulbous waist
They tell me to speak up
But that just seems wrong
A knock and it’s early doors
A block and it’s final scores
The grim reaper
Mulls your offer
Track Name: Upstaged
I’ve been upstaged
How did I miss the omens?
I’ve been upstaged
By shamen recast as showmen
Sorry, said the unchained clown
There’s no one left to talk you down

So close but no toast
We walked it like Philippe Petit
With high hopes on tightropes
And talked it like Ali
The me was always we

In the headlights
Like we’re swapping spies at midnight
Each of them back with their own
None of them glad to get home

I’ve been upstaged
Why did I fail to see
This bitter sage so disengaged
Studying under me?
The wisdom of the chanting crowd
I’d hear it if it weren’t so loud

So close but no toast
We walked it like Philippe Petit
With rainbows for show clothes
A circus in the sky
Beguiles the untrained eye

In the headlights
Like we’re swapping spies at midnight
Each of them back with their own
None of them glad to get home

So close as Rome smokes
We fell to earth like Felix B
The low blows and no-shows
That somehow passed us by
The us was always I

So close but no toast
We walked it like Philippe Petit
With high hopes on tightropes
And talked it like Ali
The me was always we
Track Name: Cold Feud
In these solemn and simple ‘burbs
People slot into vics or perps
You know perfectly how it works
Wise guys, they wanna be your eyes
And make you live their squalid lives

I’m always standing in the shade of them
Usher in a cold feud, turn it up to 10
I’m always looking so afraid of them
Catch me in a better mood, talk about it then

In these solemn and simple ‘burbs
Kids grow up to be vics or perps
All they’re taught is all they deserve
Wise guys, they wanna be your eyes
Their world is only blacks-and-whites

I’m always standing in the shade of them
Usher in a cold feud, turn it up to 10
I’m always looking so afraid of them
Catch me in a better mood, talk about it then
Track Name: Retromantic
My retromantic sailor
Now faces her enabler
Contrite and kind of humbled
They’re like that when they’re rumbled
The chutzpah that lights her way in the dark
The arch-dangel by her side
The sound of the scraping key in the lock
A tendency to say what comes will come
A prophecy that can’t go wrong
It’s better to agree what’s done is done
But farewell is always such a hard sell
Note well
So much of what we clasped to
Has passed through the needle’s eye
The ground that I moved
Just to stay onside
Trickery keeping us alive
And when we run aground
It’s all “why, sea, why?”
Treachery keeping us alive
And when we run aground
It’s all “why, sea, why?”
Track Name: Breathe A Word
Passionate rebel
Keeping the dreamers overwhelmed
Chasing the medal
Lost in its non-Socratic realm

Dust of a billion sunless moons
Humming their intifada tunes
Getting their rage on far too soon
It’s a call to arms
For the all-too-calm

Yeah I’m unhappy
But I can’t breathe a word to anyone
Track Name: So Much You
Fever undoes my will
And a rapture that unfolds so wild, so shrill
But not a word I dare to spill
On this abandoned hill
Samuel Coleridge-Taylor passes me his quill
Far too young to be so still

See how fast the waters rise
Too soon too soon they’ve touched the skies
Track Name: Pre-optimist
There they pass making no eye contact
They hurry by like the world would snap
Free at last but I’m not quite there yet
Born as I was into this mantrap

Sorry to defy your prognosis
Walking under ladders
Living like it matters
Honestly we’re worth much more than this
After the procedure
Finally I will exist
Such bliss
Ever the pre-optimist
Don’t you love a decent twist?

There they pass making no eye contact
I would say hi but it just won’t help
Free at last but it still feels abstract
Born as I was to deny myself

Sorry to defy your prognosis
Walking under ladders
Living like it matters
Honesty will help me live through this
After the procedure
Casts into the featureless abyss
Somebody who won’t be missed
Viva the pre-optimist

Sorry to defy your prognosis
Walking under ladders
Living like it matters
Honestly we’re worth much more than this
After the procedure
Finally I will exist
Track Name: Stick Man
My salad days
Boxes of manuscripts
And tapes I’ll never play
Got me to feeling
Like the past is in the way
One stick of dynamite and hey!
Très Boulez

Sleep on the floor
Like you’re still in the war
Ascetic first last and always
Why dare to share
When they don’t really care?
Brickbats outweigh the bouquets

Stick man! Stick man!
You’ve got to let go now
You’ve got to let go
And not before time

Stick man! Stick man!
You don’t want to know how
You don’t want to know
How far this thing climbs

What were we on?
We passed a hat around
When everyone had gone
But I still tell myself
There’s only the next song
Louder than gunpowder
And lasting just as long

Sleep on the floor
Like you’re still in the war
What ails you tails you forever
All this to share
But there’s nobody there
There’s only me to remember

Stick man! Stick man!
You’ve got to let go now
You’ve got to let go
And not before time

Stick man! Stick man!
You don’t want to know how
You don’t want to know
How far this thing climbs
Track Name: Lonely Neighbourhood
Finally a story I can tell
Someone told it to me down a well
Long ago I wrote some innocent lines
Now the mea culpa: nothing was mine

Lonely neighbourhood
Just show me something good
I must be made of wood
See how I’m burning

Endless underpass
Each journey is the last
As if the world dares ask:
Still thinking of turning?

Everyone makes up the song as they go along
But what is there to be if we’re not free?

I’m lost, I’m more than lost
Still standing on my street
The ghost that glows the most
I’d love to steal his sheet

Finally a story I can tell
Someone told it to me down a well
Who am I to doubt these eminent lines?
Who am I to trust when solace is mine?

Everyone makes up the song as they go along
But what is there to be if we’re not free?

See that crescent of light
On this quietest night
Must it follow each desolate mile?
Does it have to put my life on trial?
That mocking smile
Your foolish heart is cramping your style
Every mile
That mocking smile
Your foolish heart is cramping your style
Track Name: Outroduce Yourself
Outroduce yourself
First blush
You get a head rush
Track Name: Form An Orderly Queue
If the women I knew
Ever form an orderly queue
Should I quake at my wake?
Emotional vandals
Who kick over candles
And can’t say anything good
Not that there’s one reason they should
But I’d still like a break
A toast in my sandals
To all I can’t handle
But I tried:
Never enough, they all cried

You can’t put in words
The change in the light
You just know if something’s right
It’s right

You can’t pin it down
It’s not second sight
You just know if it’s not right
It’s not right

Instead of being kind
We bicker over who left who behind
The seeker in her prime
The spectre with no proper sense of time
All this mad quixotica
is just part of our design
May this humble elegy
Restore a steady mind

Will the women I knew
Ever form an orderly queue
And throw rocks at my box?
I toast in my sandals
It’s too hot to handle

You can’t pin it down
It’s not second sight
You just know if it’s not right
It’s not right

You can’t put in words
The change in the light
You just know if something’s right
It’s right