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Compilation of Folly

by Sebastian Fleet

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1.
Snakes and Ladders 04:58
lyrics
Bad god what the hell have I done Have I gone too far again Good devil or the heaven have I Not gone not far enough I’m unsure and you don’t call So I dabble in the voices in the phonebook And when I’m cured by the fall I’ll go and play snakes and ladders Bottle up there’s an imp in the brain Unfortunate wrenching, compounded pains I buddy up with the angel in the cellar Just long enough to steal a feather Cause I’m unsure and you don’t listen So I babble to the voices in the station When I’m cured by the fall I’ll go and play snakes and ladders Cause I’m unsure and you don’t motion So I dance until the last legs of this potion When I’m cured by the fall I’ll go and play snakes and ladders And you wonder why I’m serious It a hard knack but I’m strong In the mirrors of experience I get high girl just to fall And I get low and I get lower and I get low just to climb And I get high and I get higher and I get high just to take a dive With my buddy imp and my angel I’ve got all the dice I need With my demon and my saviour I’ve got both sides, I don’t need you Bad god what the hell have I done Have I gone too far again Good devil or the heaven have I Not one not far enough I’m unsure and you don’t call So I dabble in the voices in the phonebook When I’m cured by the fall I’ll go and play snakes and ladders I’m unsure and you don’t listen So I babble to the voices in the station When I’m cured by the fall I’ll go and play snakes and ladders I’m unsure and you don’t motion So I dance until the last legs of the potion When I’m cured by the fall I’ll go and play snakes and ladders
2.
Kingpin Girls 03:29
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Back from the dead Don’t you mind my bed head curls Just a small nap With all my kingpin girls Hittin up the parliament Saltin bloody lands I don’t want no part of it If I can’t collect in hands Hittin up the parliament Sellin bloody lands I don’t want no part of it If I can’t collect in hands Cause sometimes they fall off Left carousing with a sawed-off Just a small job With all my kingpin girls If this is a pop cult Keep on shoppin mmm juicy pulp Then I dress in harlequin To see what I collect in hands See what I collect in If this is a pop cult Keep on shootin mmm juicy pulp Then I dress in harlequin See what I collect in Back from the dead I keep on banking unmasked heads An growing out my curls Keep em happy, my kingpin girls
3.
Frogbombs 03:27
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So I bought myself at the marshland Then procured a vestry of amphibian priests But over by the water where the bank and the reeds meet That mighty blue heron leaned over and swallowed me So we rode ourselves back along that esophagus highway To the tune of cars crammed with frogbombs Cause over by the water where the bank and the reeds meet That mighty blue heron leaned over and swallowed me Then we ventured on down into the stomach gold rush Panning through the debris of our American hearts But over by the water where the bank and the reeds meet That mighty blue heron leaned over and swallowed me You know I ain’t no prince but I’m now a full man So I’m free to believe in the best in you But over by the water where the bank and the reeds meet That mighty blue heron leaned over and swallowed me I guess that’s what you get for selling bombs to a friend
4.
Lazy Worker Bee 04:30
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I wanted to show you what I didn’t see Spoiling all the fun the lazy worker bee Fighting the hard fight I tried to elicit thee But when push came to shove you took off with your rogue queen But oh no worries That’s a bug’s life Guess we moved to slow We were smoking out the hive As honey dripped from the honey comb I said “Hold on, hold on, my future isn’t in that tome” Spoiling all the fun the lazy worker bee As you realize then and there you could’ve been more apt or keen But oh no worries It’s a bug’s life Guess we moved to slow There was smoke in the hive Night time we’ve gotta go explore As broken glass, beer, and honey lies on the floral worksite Don’t worry these fields I’ve done before I just can’t bare to see that bumble face you laid upon my lap and in my dreams You laced my dreams with honey Cause I wanted to show you what you didn’t see So you couldn't make a single repeat of me I said “Hold on, hold on, my future isn’t in that tome” But when push came to shove you took off with you’re bumble bones But oh no worries That’s a bug’s life Guess we moved to slow They was smokin out the hive
5.
Phantasmic Delights 03:06
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So hang em up and watch dry All those creatures on the line Dimly swimming in our darkrooms When light comes we see we’re all just coming into view Phantasmic delights canned on the shelf When light comes we see we’re flipping one hail for two sweet hells Got one in the kitchen one in the shed One in the temple one in the sky and one in my sweet ol bed Another one for home’s sweet sake Come on down the wine is fine and the sand is raked So funny how as we lost ourselves We found a way towards that something else What’s not so believable You still know my name Which is it? So ya swat me down and swat me up Keep me in a can with the tennis ball creatures lost and dropped So ya swat me down and swat me up Buzzing all around I’m a badminton birdie Cause we’re phantasmic delights canned on the shelf When light comes we see we’re flipping one hail for two sweet hells Dimly swinging in our darkrooms When the light comes we see we’re all just faded black and blue So funny how as we lost our cells We found a way towards that something felt What’s not so believable You still know my name Which is it?
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Guaranteed Good Aiming 03:55
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I dreamt you came into my tomb Climbing up through the mushroom cloud We laughed about our stone age times Split the atom, sang in rhymes Then cried aloud, “How bout the moon?” That face so pale and blue How bout we shoot it down Illuminate this old sad and lonely story of a town We found a gun, we liked the feel Missiles shining on that big red wheel of fortune We spun it once, we spun it twice Both times landing on the prize: “guaranteed good aiming!” So bang, bang, I we shot the moon That face so pale and blue We thought to shoot it down Resurrect this old ruin of a town So climb the ladder, find the sticker price “Come on inside it’s cold” As falling bullets puncture healing wounds We dreamt so lucid in our room cocoons Indifferent to growing old We thought to shoot the moon, thought to shoot the moon, thought to shoot the moon In time our own world soul I dreamt you came into my tomb Climbing up through the mushroom cloud We spun it once, we spun it twice Both times landing on the prize: “guaranteed good aiming” So bang, bang, we shot the moon That face so pale and blue We thought to shoot it down Resurrect this old ruin of a town
7.
Can't Take A Sip 02:25
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I can drink a glass of water Can’t take a sip without spilling it If I could I know I would Spend every penny work every shift Cause oh I had something to say Thoughtful but I can’t remember Can the future be a dream I usually pinch before I die So why now does it hurt? So I take another sip Spill the barrels and soak the ship If I could I know I would Love you dear through heaven or a split Cause oh I had something to say Thoughtful but I can’t remember Can the future be a dream I usually pinch before I die So why now does it hurt?
8.
Carnal Encounters 04:44
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Atop my roof I could see for miles Into the wrinkle of a thousand horizons All draped in lisle Up and down ran the tree line We spun around, turned it all night Til the stand still and the changing colours of the wild Cause she said “Come on down and meet me” Down by that old willow tree The fun of “I don’t know where this goes” Carnal encounters of body and soul Through the trees we could see The buddings of an idol But a fragment of the manifold myriad child We watched one unfold through the trial of the water spout Back and forth doing time lines like roundabouts Til the stand still and the changing colours of the wild Again we watched one unfold through the trial of the water spout Back and forth doing time lines like roundabouts Til the stand still and the changing colours of the wild Cause she said “Come on down and meet me” Join in the fusion and the reverie The fun of “I don’t know where this goes” Carnal encounters of body and soul
9.
Melted Plastics 04:55
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We moved too fast Lightning turning sand to glass We changed the texture Oh the fear of it all
And that white engulfing ball We changed the texture We were not spies, we were not prisoners Just some kids locked in lovers’ eyes and derivatives All that time only floating round that island of a scene Til we weaned ourselves off, together I am not a turn table Still you pick me up and drop the needle Got me singin “Help I need some body!” Like that record of the Beatles I know we scrapped and swore In muddled minds, bad weather In the flashes melted plastics seemed, to scare us I am not a turn table Still you pick me up and drop the needle Got me spinnin “Help I need some body!” Like that record of the Beatles I know we scrapped and swore In muddled minds, bad weather In the flashes melted plastics seemed, to scare us We were not spies, we were not prisoners Just some kids locked in lovers’ eyes and derivatives All that time only floating round that island of a scene ’Til we weaned ourselves off, together We moved too fast Lightning turning sand to glass We changed the texture
10.
Across The Styx 05:47
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Crushing stone storms that ride Transfix fantasize Burrowing tunnels to the coming white Fan the cries all tongue tied Metal hordes and my groundhog smile The explosive end does beguile A drowning swift inattentive surprise Transfixed fantasize The explosive end does beguile Tribulation trial Limbs and mortar fall to the deep Hands and tile chrome and jewels Atlantis enshrouded underneath No I don’t know when the beacons will blaze for calamity No I don’t know when the shit hits the fan where I’ll be The explosive end does beguile Tribulation trial Limbs and mortar fall to the deep Hands and tile chrome and jewels Atlantis enshrouded underneath No I don’t know when the beacons will blaze for calamity No I don’t know when the shit hits the fan where I’ll be So chop up the lamb in me and usher it to rising seas Why can’t we kick these homicides? Crushing stone storms that ride Take me across the styx Transfixed fantasized

credits

released January 1, 2017

All songs written by Sebastian Fleet.
Produced by Grant Heckman and Sebastian Fleet
Recorded and mixed by Grant Heckman
Can't Take a Sip and Across the Styx mixed by Tim Davidson
Can't Take A Sip lead guitars by Gavin Downes
Mastered by Tim Davidson

Thank you Nana, Mum, Dad, Suttie, Gavin, Grant, Sandra, Tim, friends, family, everyone!

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