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The Curious Observatory LYRICS
The Human Condition (Intro)
‘Most people do not really want freedom because freedom involves responsibility and most people are frightened of responsibility’
‘We all want to be recognised and appreciated, but we’re not all accepted
Some are too different, these people search themselves and are curiously observed’
‘To be curious is to be open and questioning
our imagination and minds should always be tested
In order to find yourself you must lose yourself in the search’
Just A Great Big Hole (Misunderstanding)
If I tell you a story, I would tell you no lies
I’m the man on the corner looking through blind eyes
You think I’m complicated but my heads a big hole
I try so hard to get better but I simply do as I’m told
Why don’t you believe me when I tell you
Nothing ever really matters to me
Don’t you know I like it simple
Cos the hard things for me
Are just too much to know
I wanna tell you how I hope that nothing bad
Will ever come between me and you
I spend my life protecting you and all the things that we do
Without you my life’s dull
It’d be a great big hole
If I tell you a story, promise me you’ll keep
A secret no-one discovers, just keep me on my feet
I didn’t want to tell you, I never know what’s right
Now I’ve got to be open and it cuts me like a knife
Why don’t you believe me when I tell you
Nothing ever really matters to me
Don’t you know I like it simple
Cos the hard things for me
Are just too much to know
Without you my life’s dull
It’d be a great big hole
Why don’t you believe me when I tell you
Nothing ever really matters to me
Don’t you know I like it simple
Cos the hard things for me
Are just too much to know
I wanna tell you how I hope that nothing bad
Will ever come between me and you
I spend my life protecting you and all the things that we do
Without you my life’s dull
Without you my life’s dull
Without you my life’s dull
It’d be a great big hole
The Tree That Barked (Vindication)
A friend once said a plain trees bite is better than its bark
And big dogs should wear trousers
‘well I’m not sure about that’
No I’m not sure about that
He often spoke with a gentle tongue despite his bitter words
His surroundings made him angry
‘but I can’t help that’
No I can’t help with that
So criticising peoples work can teach you to keep silent
That tree with dogs spoke volumes
It was the tree that barked, It was the tree that barked
He played a mean piano and studied horticulture
He liked to sketch the leaves and trees
‘I didn’t really see much point in that’
I don’t see much point in that
His drawings were quite abstract with brightly flowing colours
There’s one of dogs in trees
‘er..I couldn’t quite get that’
No I never really got that
So criticising peoples work can teach you to keep silent
That tree with dogs spoke volumes
It was the tree that barked, It was the tree that barked
He named it ‘trees bark too’ just then an idiot spoke
Do dogs grow leaves then?
‘I said’
They should cover their privates
‘then he said’
That was just stupid and I guess it’s stupid too
But something stirred inside him
Despite those crazy questions because
He sent it to the gallery
I think it sold for hundreds
It could have sold for thousands
So criticising peoples work can teach you to keep silent
That tree with dogs spoke volumes
It was the tree that barked, It was the tree that barked
‘yep, it’s a true story, never judge a book by its cover. Just be careful what you think. It was a bloody awful painting though!’
I Have A Mandrobe (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder)
Everything is in its place, neatly stacked and folded
Regimented, ordered, labelled
So I know where to find it
Order is all that I need, nothing screwed or creased
Things aligned, some things behind
Nature of the beast
Chaos soon flies eastward
Hey, pointing eastward
Be secure and facing eastward
The highest shelf holds secrets
And every draw is lined
My cupboards simply handy
So nothing, nothing gets entwined
Hey, it’s out of place
Get it all facing eastward
If things are never simple
Chaos soon sets in
If short stands behind tall things
My head is twisted string
Hey, it’s confusing
Get it all pointing eastward
Order is all that I need, my lists are getting longer
Prioritise the madness, my OCD gets stronger
There’s nothing like a Mandrobe or draws to fit things in
My shelves are never dusty, my rubbish is in the bin, rubbish in the bin
Get it all in place, get it all back in place
Get it all in place, won’t you get it all in place
Get things in their space, Hey, it’s out of place
Get it all in place, I said, get it all in place
Order is all I need, everything should be neat
Things are straight, all in date, no fish mixed with meat
Tidy it up, tidy it up
Bubbade dub bubbade dub
Tidy, tidy, tidy, tidy
Misfits and Twits (Exclusion)
Standing out and feeling different, what is a man to do?
You’re twisting your smile, you walk mile after mile and get nowhere
You haven’t got a clue
‘you are a misfit, a complete twit!...you are a misfit’
You try to fit in, but just be yourself
Whilst trying to make an impression
But you then fall from grace, and fall flat on your face
At least it’s taught you a lesson
‘cos you are a misfit, a misfit. Yeah, a misfit’
Jesus will love you, well that I’m really sure
But we know that you’ll never fit in
Jesus will love you, but you’ll never be a hit
Your life is in the bin, just lay down and quit
Why don’t you lay down and quit
‘just quit’
You are a misfit
You are the misfit in your own world
You’re the misfit
Misfit in your own world
Feeling fine, just wasting time
I never expected too much
Your life is all hazy, nothing but lazy
And you’re never quite in touch
But I’m also a misfit
I am the misfit in my own world
Yeah I am the misfit
And I don’t fit
I don’t fit in here, I don’t fit in here
I don’t belong in here
‘you’re a misfit, he’s a misfit, she’s a misfit, we’re all misfits!
And we’re all living in our own made up, mucked up world’
How Can Heaven Be That Big (Disillusionment)
How can heaven be that big
How can heaven be that big
I like to think we have a place
We all go when life is over
I’m certain that this place is bright
As bright as a super nova
The days are long and sun does shine
And death is one long gig
But there‘s one thing I don’t understand
How can heaven be so big
How can heaven be that big
How can heaven be that big
How can heaven be that big
How can heaven be that big
That big
Heaven’s just too small
There’s no room inside for all
Best wishes to who do well
Do the others all go to hell?
How can heaven be that big?
How can heaven be that big?
There’s room for more inside
I hear a bell boy cry
I wonder what the requirements are
As there’s plenty more to die
How can heaven be that big
How can heaven be that big
How can heaven be that big
How can heaven be that big
No, no, no
How can heaven be that big
Live your life as one long gig
How can heaven be that big
It can’t be that big!
Rose Coloured Glasses (Love)
If I saw the world through rose coloured glasses
And paradise was something just in view
If I saw the sky all covered in rainbows
And every cloud wore sunshine as it grew
If I saw the majesty of all seven wonders
And everywhere on earth was green and true
If all the things I touched were teddy bear soft
Still nothing, no, no nothing
Could compare
Could compare
Could compare to you
The Curious Observatory (Mindscape)
In the curious observatory, nothing is quite as it seems
In the curious observatory
Time goes by, it takes me to another place
It’s a rhythm that perpetuates, something so hard to believe
It’s a wonderful experience
Time will fly, it takes you to another place
In the curious observatory
You’ll see some things you’ve never seen
In the curious observatory
You’ll lose yourself in coloured spaces
Find your head’s in far out places
Meet me there tonight
A merry go round you will ride, a ticket puts you on the beam
The observatory is the mind
Time stands still, it takes us to another place
In the curious observatory
You’ll see some things that no-one sees
In the curious observatory
You’ll lose yourself in coloured spaces
Find your head’s in far out places
Come on meet me there tonight
It’s like nothing you can see but you can feel it with me
It’s like nothing you can see but you can feel it, let it go
You can feel it, you can feel it
You can feel it, can you feel it?
In the curious observatory
You’ll see some things that no-one sees
In the curious observatory
You’ll lose yourself in coloured spaces
Find your head’s in far out places
You’ll find me there tonight
Feel it, you can feel it, you can feel it, I wanna feel it
‘the curious observatory is me….is you’
Split Personality (Criminal paranoia)
Creep out at night in your guises
Having fun with your criminal devices
I see a crack in the window
Within seconds I’m inside someone’s household, ooh yeah
In my world I’ve two or three faces
And you won’t recognise me in the places I go
I can do anything, I could be standing beside you now
You wouldn’t know, nor would you know how
It could be me standing outside your window
You wouldn’t know if it were me who was on your phone
And you can think what you like, unless you’re picking a fight you better leave me well enough alone
Cos I’m the paranoid party
Paranoid, innocent party
I can pick the best house in the road
I could easily survive in your wardrobe
I got my face pushed up against your keyhole
You haven’t got a nook or cranny that I don’t know, no, no!
Given half a chance I’ll be spying
It doesn’t matter what I say if I’m lying to you
I might be anywhere, I might be standing behind your door
I could be hiding beneath the floor
Or maybe I’ll be up on something high and
Staring through your bedroom window when you’re alone
If there’s a picture I like I’d be cutting out the eyes
I could watch you when you’re on your own
Cos I’m the paranoid party
Paranoid, innocent party
Split personality, I’ve got a split personality
‘into one goes two’
Split personality, I’ve got a split personality
‘into one goes two’
Split personality, I’ve got a split personality
‘into one goes two’
Split!
‘I’m watching you’
‘oi, behave yourself!’
‘what, that wasn’t me…was it?’
I Bent My Spanner (Drug Abuse)
Some are strong, and some are weak,
Some are bold, and some are meek
Some will try, and some give in
Some teetotal, some on gin
Aaaahh gin!
I know how hard to wield my hammer
I bent my spanner
I know how hard to wield my hammer
I bent my spanner
Some are black, and some are white
Some are gentle, some will fight
I know how hard to wield my hammer
I bent my spanner
I know how hard to wield my hammer
I bent my spanner
Ooh the wickedness of substance
When things aren’t quite what they seem
So what’s the point in pushing hard
And what does it all mean?
What does it all mean?
We like to walk but have to run
We get tied up and then become undone
I know how hard to wield my hammer
I bent my spanner
I know how hard to wield my hammer
I bent my spanner
Blunting The Blades (Vulnerability)
Sharp, lethal, shiny and new
Grip hand tight, pointing at you
Death kick spin and he falls to the ground
Whip, crack away, blunting the blades
Blunting the blades
My pictures tell a story
But my story’s seldom told
Blunting the blades
Round, turbine, solid and strong
Fuel ignite, jet thrust song
Wing flaps down and tail fin aligned
Birds fly in, blunting the blades
Blunting the blades
Blunting the blades
My pictures tell a story
But my story’s seldom told
Push it, ride it, cut it short
Trim and strim, much to Hort
Culture, dig, prune things lower,
Cut and slash, blunt the blades
Dig a hole, going underground
Hack it, split it, cut it down
Treading on flowers while digging weeds
Capability’s muddy knees
Red tape, mindless views
Complicated living, politicians rules
File it, bin it, shred the news
You have no money so what’s the use
Bureaucratic, stupid laws
MP’s lying, closing doors
The system has you, you feel abused
Too much paper, blunts the blades
Blunting the blades
A Large Table But Only One Chair (Loneliness)
Empty and waiting like a playground with no children
You’re silent and resting
And your thoughts have no reason
Black becomes white
The day has become night
And you’re sitting at a large table
But there’s only one chair
Singing and humming but you’re making no sound
Your head feels like it’s swimming
But your feet are on the ground
Red becomes grey
The night becomes day
Still sitting at a large table
But there’s only one chair
Soon you will find a peace of mind
But I cannot tell you what’s going on inside
You think you’re famous but no-one cares
You thought you had friends
But there’s no-one there
Time disappears
You wait but no-one comes
You’re sitting at a large table
But there’s only one chair
Soon you will find a peace of mind
But I cannot tell you what’s going on inside
Shadows long and tall
As moonlight bathes us all
Even flowers close their eyes
As stars fill the skies
And now the city’s sleeping
You have tomorrow and you plan enough to do
You try keeping busy
But you haven’t got a clue
The day’s too long
So you write another song
Whilst sitting at your large table
With only one chair
My Raincoat (Dishonesty)
I found this old raincoat
I couldn’t leave it behind
You said I was stealing
You said, ‘leave it’ well I tried
It kept me warm, kept me dry
And I was glad to go outside
Now I’m looking for a hat
To match the coat that I have
That’s hanging so proud in the hall
With your gloves and your scarf and your shawl
These lost items cost nothing at all
Sunshine & Wine (Freedom)
Instrumental
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