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Sludge & Tripe Sampler

by Perhaps Contraption

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    A collection choice extractions from our first album "Sludge & Tripe".

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released 01 May 2010

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tags: anti folk avant-rock brasspunk free jazz london pop progressive rock in opposition art pop avant-rock marching band Hackney

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Perhaps Contraption is a genre-bridging musical performance collective.

Formed in 2004 ... more from avant-rock & pyschedelic detritus, we proudly present our latest incarnation;
an astonishing 8 piece art pop, marching band.

We are currently recording our new album with this device.

Our previous 2 recordings concern meticulously mathematic Rock in Opposition & intricate anti-folk. less

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Track Name: Hydraulic Legs
Little Michael's got, hydraulic legs, and he's got 4 hours to spare.
Ingenious devices. Don't get them wet.
Keep well oiled to prevent, upsets.

Nobody likes it. When machines. Go WRONG
(nobody likes it)
There's an awful lot of, muh muh muh muh muh muh
sha sha sha sha SHA sha, Sha sha shuh shuh shu CHINES

Flip switch data patents
Pistons bleeps and buttons
Wrap 'em up in our 5/10 pound notes
and close all our curtains.

21 years around the SUN again
but there are lies and fears in the hearts of men
We are all moving closer to extinction.

Little Michael's, still got hydraulic legs
and he's got just under 4 hours to spare.
Won't heed the scientists,
they'll have him DEAD.

Remains incredulous to prevent, upsets.
We are all moving closer to extinction.
(moving closer to extinction)
(years around the SUN again, lies and fears in the hearts of men)

Legs he's got, hydraulic (ALL repeat)

and i would like to meet some more people like him.
Track Name: Mumma's Shoes
Twas a shiny special day, Mumma's going crabbing..

(All) She loves those crabs

Trundling to the water, she, realised her line did not have

(All) Any string

So instead the choice was, to, dip in her laces instead

(All) With bacon bait!

Blistering tugs from down below, the wrath of a mighty crustacean!

(All) Oh no no!

Chorus Part 1

My mumma ain't got no shoes, my mumma ain't got no shoes, they're down below

(All) They're down below

With the Crabs

(All) With the crabs

They are deep, deep down with the crabs... (repeat x 1)

Mother dived in, so, petrified and upset

(All) Down she went

Searching for her footwear, with, so many years she had spent

(All) Drips and Drabs

Pushing apart the seaweed, and, other aquatic organisms

(All) Push shove push

Unearthing, to her surprise, a beautiful pair of boots

(All) Yeah, Yeah Yeah

Chorus Part 2

My mumma ain't got no shoes, my mumma ain't got no shoes, she got boots

(All) She got what?

She got boots

(All) She got boots

She got boots, boots, boots she got boots... (repeat x1)

(Celestial interlude)

Chorus Part 2 (repeat x 3)
Track Name: Mum is your Dad (& your Dad is your Mum)
Being alive, is such fun, but you don't know when your going to die.

That's ok, were having fun, but we still don't know when we're going to die.

(All) DEAD

Hands holding hands, and glands kissing glands, keep things from being irrevocably bland.

(All) BLAND

Dead fun.

Thanks to the sun for smelling sweetly and breathing chums.

It's wiser, to know that, mum's your dad and your dad is your mum.

Mum is your dad and your dad is your mum.

Monotony isn't really much fun.

Dad is your mum and your mum's your dad.

Where folly is faulty and dying is dead,

It's wiser to know that you don't know there's nothing at all.

It's nice to show that you do know you're having a ball.

It's harder to grow on the thought that your arbitrary.

One day we'll be rotting slowly.

Buried under your feet.

One day I will be rotting slowly, rotting slowly buried under your feet.

Soon you all will be dead and buried dead and buried dead and buried.

Wiser to know that you don't know there's nothing at all.

Harder to grow on the thought that your arbitrary.