Sharkenfreude

by The Many Few

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1.
I would if I could, but I'm not made of wood I'm just a flesh human being looking for the answers yeah I tried to be steel, but I'm perfectly real I'm just a flesh human being looking for the answers yeah I'm all over seed, Wish my soul could be freed Hold down a steady bed, No not me I'm such a hot hot head Away down the balustrade, But the knob at the bottom is far too hard I'm running down the drive, But that's just when your 4-wheel arrived I'm just a Human Flesh Being, Fantasies are what I'm seeing I remember when I used to dream, Beautiful, innocent dreams But now that's not the way, Since I went down the Murky Way I'm just a flesh pot, acting like a robot I'm just a flesh human being looking for the answers yeah At the end we are dust, at the moment I lust I'm just a flesh human being looking for the answers yeah Am I willing to purge, my natural urge Went on a midnight stroll But the felines of sin were there out on patrol What was once cloudless sky Is now claustrophobic and closed to my eye Unable to think any thought Fetid and fevered I'm perfectly caught
2.
Parlour detonation, parlour detonation Letting some light pour in Watching the walls cave in, and what's more I demolished the door. I demolished the door Taking medication, then forsaking medication Letting nature take the course instead Pass me the wine, pass me the wine That's very kind, you're one of a kind Typical British weather, typical British weather Is so hard to come by Where there's rain, you'll see me again I'll forget the time, and I'll forfeit peace of mind Watching snails out on the slime People out pacing the wet pavements Slip them a smile - slip them a smile Typical British weather Typical, tipping it down when you've only the vestiges of an old umbrella I'll stand in the rain, completely sane I'll forget the time, and I'll forfeit peace of mind Here come the snails in blustery gales Feng shui the sky, watch all your friends blowing by All your friends blowing by
3.
Where I Work 03:36
Pecking on the nose, Pecking on the ear I could write a book about the pecking order here Shouting in the front, Shouting in the back Why’d they phone a doctor when they always get a quack? This is where we work, where we work Our boss looks like Captain James T Kirk This is where we slave night and day I wonder if we’ll ever get our pay Running ‘round the room, Running ‘round the block Watch out for the errand boy he’s in a constant shock Steaming out the pot, steaming out the ears Secretary Susan touch types away the tears This is where we work, where we work Our boss looks like Captain James T Kirk And we wish he’d disappear, right before our eyes We wish he’d sail off, on the starship Enterprise This is where we slave days and nights Acting out our shady business rites Marching muzak helps us keep the pace I wanna hide in my briefcase It’s a Saturday, It’s a Sunday What shall we do on the Monday? We could go to work or stay at home Make love and get the sack This is where we used to work Our boss he didn’t let us shirk This is where we slaved nights and days How we hated that place in a number of ways
4.
Catching 02:40
I have a half-wit for a friend Who thinks that love is something that you can catch He’s got it bad, and he thinks she’ll get it worse I’m sorry but she had a jab when she was young & she won’t be catching that from you She’s immune, & she won’t be catching that from you I have a whole-wit for a friend Who thinks that love is just a plot he can hatch Then he will score, and he and she will enter the hutch I’m sorry but she needs to get myxamatosis Then she’ll be blind enough to fall for you She’s immune, and she won’t be catching that from you There’s a fuck-wit down the street Who thinks that love is really all that you need He may be right, but I’ve got all his cash I’m sorry but I emptied his pockets one by one As he stood in a daze in the street I’m immune, and I caught him in a daze in the street Yeah I’m immune, and I caught him in a daze
5.
You can turn the light on, He can turn the night on, Oh Oh, Well the sun is going to go down, Yeah the sun is going go out Exquisite shark, Selling me the dark, From his protoplasmic death defying market stall Faint hearts are advised to withdraw, You can turn the light on, He can turn the night on Oh oh, Well the sun is going to go down, The last flicker's going out Exquisite shark, Selling me the dark, On a day so long, in a life so short, He offered me the end, so that's what I got Scattered across the firmament, Assorted stars that I don't want If yours truly ever gets his way, There'll be such a catastrophic array I want it pitch black, pitch black, pitch black..... I want it mercilessly remorseless, Not grinning and trite I want over-wrought abandon, all through the night You turn on the heater, He can maker it bleaker Oh oh, Well the sun is going to go down, And the moon is going to go out You can turn the light on He can turn the night on...
6.
Speed Bumps 04:34
Speed bumps, speed bumps, speed bumps, speed bumps Shuffle up, Make some room, I'm half asleep I wanna lie down and straighten out my thoughts Undercover brother laying down the law, from beneath the earth's crust and for ever more I'm just crazy to meet you, So I can stare straight through you Learning with the cyanide deciding not to die until the sun sets on civilised lives Like a d-romedary who melted through the road Speed bumps, speed bumps, speed bumps, speed bumps Underground, just lying down, dozing to the sound of a rumbling town Peering through the crazy pavement at the crazier kerb Lie down and straighten out your thoughts, kick them round until some get randomly caught If you lie there long enough someone will come and run you over with their wheels A light bulb might trouble itself to blink above your head A moth might trouble itself to be drawn there instead Shuffle up, Make some room, I'm still half asleep Rub my eyes and yawn a little, drink some hot beverage I wanna lie down and straighten out my thoughts
7.
Urban Sprawl 04:15
I was laid off from the office, Yeah I was laid off from the office And the flowers and leaves are shining vivid Leaves are shining vivid I am a country boy, Uprooted, and planted in the town And the urban sprawl, Doesn't get to me at all No the urban sprawl, Doesn't get to me at all It all began with a single brick wall Well it wasn't really country, No no it wasn't really country Just somewhere in between It had cows, in a field, and a village green The motorway rolled through one day We revved our cars and drove away. I was laid off from the country, Laid off from the country And prescribed, A new life in the city The sound of sirens, taking over from the birds And the towering pylons, take away all my words
8.
Jill Stuart's dark days are over, Her field's coming up with clover She is stone cold and sober, Now Jill's dark days are over She: said come up and see her some time. In amongst her favourite ruins, Her hospitality is brewing Her laugh is at least as deep and wise as her weeping eyes Jill Stuart's dark days are over, Her spirit starts to recover We've all heard the rumour, That Jill's dark days are over She: said come up and see her some time Her Berlin walls have crumbled, Her visage is now untroubled The silhouette of her and her demon gave up the struggle There was a positive rumour, It was positively over Her winter's now Midsummer, She woke up sane and sober Jill's dark days are over...
9.
Meet my clone, My one and only Her face is dear to me Meet my clone, She's on her own, She's all alone I should have kept her close to me She doesn't know, what she should know What everybody knows, she's an empty clone {Her cells in-divisible, She's a child impossible} She needs to grow, so I let her go, Out in the world In a whirl of naive-ity She needs to find, a soul of her own, We can't possibly share There's barely enough for me Eye to eye, you'd think we were the same But it's me that feels all the guilt and rage and love and shame Will she ever learn, To become herself, Well she can always turn And get help from the original I can't believe, What she said to me, she said Well you are old But I don't think that you know it all She envies me, because I have a history I envy her, such pure freedom I'd prefer
10.
Pablo Picasso, Henri Matisse, Claude Monet & Edgar Degas Barbara Hepworth, Henry Moore, Jackson Pollock, Paul Klee Jean Debuffet, Francis Bacon, Edward Hopper and Otto Dix Salvador Dali, Pierre Bonnard, Max Beckmann, and Ernst Ludwig Kirchner I am a painter of no repute, I aspire to greater heights I’m stuck in this one-way attic, I can’t stand the pace any more I don’t think the paint is ever going to dry I listen to this legacy, and I watch the paintings parading past me And I see my name appear on the list, I can dream Vincent cut off his ear, I’ll cut my hands away Fact is he could paint, but my art is looking grey I could throw the paint around the room hoping for the best Then maybe, a gallery, will pay me for this mess I can paint all day, but I’ll never paint the truth I can paint...Paint the pain.... Oskar Kokoshka, Paul Cezanne, Georgia O’Keefe, Henri Toulouse-Lautrec Roy Lichtenstein, Alberto Giacometti, Yves Tangey & William Blake Mark Rothko, Emile Nolde, Vincent Van Gogh, Oskar Schlemmer Andy Warhol, Auguste Macke, Camille Pissarro & Karl Schmidt Rottluff
11.
Get out my brush dust and hush pan You might just see me work again Lying in on Saturdays, not all day every day My radio blaring out, my overcoat wearing out Shabby enough to be someone's man But no-one's missing this one Get out my brush dust and hush pan If this is rebellion - give me a sandwich If this is rebellion - give me a monkey wrench Sweep and swipe with a will, shave off my stubborn hill And strap on my lunatic's suit and tie Screw in my social eyes Put aside my off-wall tricks for happy days of nine to six I'll meet new people, oil and water, swine and pearls Salt and pepper, boys and girls I was patriotic and full of pride Until the lid came off and I saw inside I dropped my soul down an iron grating Spent my life trying to fish for it With a piece of chewing gum on a string I haven't got it yet but I ain't gonna quit

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The Many Few are a guitar-based 5-piece with inventively paired male and female singers. Their new-wavy art-pop songs are angular, catchy and charming.

Their creative journey has brought them from lo-fi experiment, through open mic intimacy, to their present drum-fuelled ensemble - building a network of cool friends and an intrigued following.

Their latest incarnation crackles with energy and sets their unique material alight. The Many Few are engaged in their own form of spell weaving, making songs that are delightful and dangerous.

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released November 2, 2017

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The Many Few are a guitar-based 5-piece with inventively paired male and female singers. Their new-wavy art-pop songs are angular, catchy and charming.

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