Mud Belief

by Perhaps Contraption

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1.
03:45
I am I I am Get light. Be Light. Be here now be here. Now here be now be. Get light get light get light be light Be well, now, be still. I am I I am try to reconnect between the ether. try to reconnect us back to together find the light get the lights behold your every sight.
2.
It grows and grows. Miniscule unknown Magnitude how it grows and grows Molecules entwine Solitude how it ebbs and flows Molecules, they know Magnitude how it grows and grows (it grows)
3.
04:08
4.
You've spent your life in recovery, your discovery is you're destined to fall down again You've caught 22 and found even reverie leads to melancholy... no rest from this draining refrain. You think you've made a different mistake, but you clock that it's just the same. A toxic tic that tricks you again and again such a draining... Refrain. Even when it stops, you know it will start again. Pull you apart again. No respite or rest from this game. You just stutter and trip and slip back to tough terrain, with that smile of shame... no rest from this draining refrain. Working. Failing. Tired then Low. Give up. Feel guilt. Round we go... again. You take a different street, to see if you can cheat yourself into a different frame of mind. You find you now must be resigned to this draining refrain yet again, again, again and again won't you please... Refrain. Working. Failing. Tired then Low. Give up. Feel guilt. Round we go... again.
5.
If I should die soon, Please bury me in a coffin that will rot, And rot at the rate I rot. Under a horse chesnut tree please, a tree please a great big one. So my insides and out, will slowly seep out. Back in to the soil. Back in to the soil. Lunch for the worms, lunch for the worms. And maybe I will nourish the growth of that true or I will provide. lunch for the worms lunch for the worms. until my maybe old bones remain. smooth like the conkers. Bristling above ground above above much younger and, more innocent than the ground I will rest younger and more ignorant than the ground I will rest ( in. )
6.
7.
04:28
8.
04:10
Happy happy living ever after smiling kindly feeling fine Itching underneath the skin I’m hiding Grinning wide behind my eyes Someplace tucked away it’s gone and not forgotten Better to consider than to find Fight to take the lot before it’s old and rotten It’s worth a try Weighing up the odds odds don’t go your way Try to tag along longing for a try My mind is so obscene but my teeth are bright and clean so stand and smile Look me in the eyes I’m a liar Spine aligning line by line Watch it burn I’m gonna light it up Weighing up the odds odds don’t go your way Try to tag along longing for a try My mind is so obscene but my teeth are bright and clean My mind is so obscene
9.
Call me a claustrophobe, but I feel I must disrobe, to bare skin to bare you, I'm raring to dare you to go out on your own, let this loner be alone you're drowning me in lemonade and it's homemade. You've caressed until I'm raw, so please just take a pause... and give me my space, this is my place leave me my home, town, country, friends, family, memory, race and go, take yourself elsewhere, else I swear you'll wear me out. I'm choking on candyfloss, but of it's sweetness there is no doubt. You're killing me with a pillow. You're killing me and it feels comfortable. Give me my space, this is my place. Give me my space. You're killing me with a pillow.
10.
03:29
Beat, my heart beats and it beats 'til it burns, yeah it burns and it burns, and I'm going up to the next stage (yeah)! Try, oh I try and try to get more, and some more and some more, 'til I'm up and out from this cramped cage. And the path is covered densely with thick weed, but trust I am not driven by my greed. For every nettle there's dock leaf, for all this holly, I see wreaths. Climb, how I climb! And I clamber on up. I go up and then up and now I'm the best, I'm the best, I'm the best, and now I'm going up to the next stage (yeah)! Fought, how I fought! And I fought to be top. I still fight to be top, I'm right at the top, (you're the best) at the top, and now I'm going up through the next stage. Up and out from that cramped cage. And the path is covered densely with thick weed, but trust I am not driven by my greed. For every nettle there's dock leaf, for all this holly, I see wreaths. Fall and I fall, yes I fell but it's fine, because I fell in good times... Up and out from all that strain (yeah). Work, how I worked! And I worked to just to fight, and then I fought and I fought, just to be the best. (You're the best) You're too kind! But now I'm up and out from all that pain. Up and out is where I went. Up and out from this whole game. Up and out past happy, I am content.
11.
Naii-aaah naii- aaaahh, naii-yah.
12.
This is your last dance. Give! Give! Give as good as you, get. Get! Get! Get as good as you, give. Step! Step! Feel the earth, quake. Dance! Dance! This is your last, dance. This is your last dance. Give as good as you get. Get as good as you give. Dream forever always. This is your last dance.

about

We trudge and dance onwards.
Through the glittering, glorious mud.

This time around, Perhaps Contraption were comprised of:

Squier Squier :::::voice, guitars, flute, piccolo
Jinny Hinge ::::: voice, soprano and baritone saxophone, violin
Charly (The Bracket) Jolly::::: voice, tenor saxophone, bass clarinet
Uncle Sshhh ::::: voice, bass trombone
Mister Ricky ::::: drums, cajon, percussion
Horace Sousatron ::::: voice, Eb tuba, monster tuba
Flick the Switch ::::: voice, glockenspiel, vibraphone
Mickey Bones ::::: voice, trombone, guitars
Emily Cunliffe ::::: voice, French horn

Featuring Amy Jolly on cello on 5 & 9 and Frisk Dadler on drums on 12.

(((Sonic Construction)))

1,2,12 by Bracket, Squier, Horace & PC
Tracks 3,4,9,10 by Mickey Bones
8 by Jinny, save a few lines by Flick & Squier
5, 6 & 7 by Squier & PC
11 by Bracket & PC
7 was initially sketched with deedee window.


(((GRATITUDE)))

Our families; all at The Premises Studios (where we sing and make it) the wonderful MEGATRAPTION troupe (who bolster our ranks); the burgeoning Honk! Community;
Tom, Oli and Peter (who have worked hard capturing these sounds) Shabba, Amanda Palmer for the insight and adventures, Expanded Eye for the glorious imagery, the fetid bins we rock beside, Huxley Squier Gaze (aged 4) for the album title and Haizetara International Street Music Competition in Amorebieta (where we were amazed to win the judges’ prize in 2014 & 2015) which greatly helped to fund this project.

AND (of course) all ye listeners! Who have supported us over the years; sharing, dancing and roaming with us, amongst the streets / corners / fields.

credits

released June 3, 2016

The 1st batch of this music was recorded over six long days, 18th to 23rd of February 2014. Spring was just starting to spring.
Later that year, we captured the 2nd batch, on 20-21st December, after our 4th season in the fields. Final odds and ends were extracted in March 2015.

All of it (except perambulations) recorded at the mighty Premises (solar-powered) Studios, London. Mainly by Tom Carmichael, save a few sessions; which were engineered by Peter Zed and Squier.

Perambulations was recorded at Orpheus Studio, London, on 20th February 2013.
Engineered by Richard Campbell. Additional bits by Peter Zed and Oliver Barton-Wood at Premises.

Tracks 2,3,4,10,11 mixed by Oliver Barton-Wood
Tracks 1,5,7,8,9 mixed by Tom Carmichael
6 mixed by Squier
12 mixed by Peter Zed
merciless editing by Squier, various mixing assistance provided by Squier and Mickey.

All scrutinised, joyously / desperately at The Premises Studios and The Salon.
Mastered at Black Saloon Studios, May 2015 by Mandy Parnell, assisted by Hal.

Artwork by Expanded Eye.

Produced by Squier Squier.

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