The Monumental Midden

by 7shades

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released November 27, 2017

Cramming their bits into this recording are:

Neil Spragg - Vocals / technology wrangler
Andy Read - Electric & classical guitar
Lance Ruffoon - Bass
The Libbertine - Vocals
Joshua Ryan - Electric guitar

With continued contributions from the 7shades binary orchestrette, and live drums / existential advice from Snap.

Classical guitar intro on 'Everybody's got something to hide' written and performed by Andy Read.
Additional acoustic guitar on 'Everybody's got something to hide' by Paul Cartlidge.
Deranged camp bellboy on 'The elevator' - Matt Panesh (The Monkey Poet)

Coagulated and recorded in 2016 & 2017 at various hovels in the UK.
Engineered, produced and mauled by Neil Spragg at Sparrington Studios.
All tracks mastered to within an inch of their lives by Ste Cole at Whatstudio, except for one, that was mastered by Neil Spragg at Sparrington Studios. Can you guess which one?

All tracks conceived by Neil Spragg and realised by 7shades.
All lyrics by Neil Spragg, with invaluable contributions from a random woman on PCP, and a couple of robots.
All artwork by Lance Ruffoon, the invisible buffoon.

More info - www.7shades.me.uk or email 7shades@7shades.me.uk

P & C SNAFU RECORDINGS 2017 // SNAFU077

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Psychedelic, punk, prog & pop in roughly equal measures, and taking in many other influences en route, 7shades might appeal to anyone with a love for unusual music played with conviction by people who really should know better!

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Track Name: The answers
What’s our purpose?
Let me take some time to think I didn’t know you’d ask me that right now so I’ve not thought about it…

Why are we here?
These are bigger questions than a normal man can know without some help from greater minds than his…

Who are your friends?
What are you the CIA? There’s no-one in my life who doesn’t have a reason to exist…

WE NEED ANSWERS!
OK pal just you sit tight and I’ll be glad to dredge my soul and find some words to fit your script

Purpose is a construct –
opening your mind and heart is all you really need to do

Our time on this planet’s short -
so make the most of it, there’s nothing you need do except just BE

Friends are all around you -
in contrast to the popular belief that we all stand alone

Welcome to the cosmos -
it’s big and scary but be sure it has a need for us to live
Track Name: Don't make me assume my ultimate form
Don’t make me assume my ultimate form
Or you’re gonna wish you’d never been born
God hates a coward, but in the right light
My words are weapons, so shut up and fight
No need for punch ups, I’m way beyond that
You are the dumb dog, and I am the cat
Spit bars like bullets, throw verses like knives
I’m living all of my pussy nine lives

Don’t make me assume my ultimate form
Or you’re gonna wish you’d never been born
Bring down your hammer, and I’ll bring down mine
You’ll quit your whinging, when I draw the line
We could play nicely, if you shut your trap
I’ve had enough of your petulant crap
So self-deluded, you think you’re the don
But you’re the reason the fight carries on
Track Name: Eye for an eye
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
Makes the whole world more blind and the mouth much less use
But what’s sauce for the gander is same for the goose
And the lack of one tooth makes the rest much more loose
Yet it all hangs together

A leg for a leg and a nose for a nose
So you hobble along past the blooming red rose
Maybe some day you’ll work out where everything goes
Or just keep on a-hobbling, with one eye on your toes
While it all hangs together

An arm for an arm and an ear for an ear
Got no use for a cuddle, nothing soothing to hear
Seems your vague paranoia wasn’t just random fear
As you cry (with one eye) into tightly held beer
And it all hangs together

A mouth for a mouth and a lung for a lung
Silent melody hangs in the still air, unsung
And you answer the phone, but don’t know if it rung
Not much left of you now, do you still need your tongue?
So it all hangs together

A foot for a foot and a hand for a hand
Now you crawl along slow, like a slug in wet sand
Nothing ventured nor gained, still you can’t understand
Why the rules of the game are the lay of the land
If it all hangs together

A head for a head and a brain for a brain
Now it’s too late to go round the playground again
And the only thing left is a memory of pain
And we’ll all hang together
Track Name: Everybody's got something to hide (except an exhibitionist)
Sleep. Sleep in sweetest night – night that hides a truth, night that hides the light.

Dream. Dream like open door – door to show a way, door to show you more.

Eyes. Eyes shut tight yet see – see the dream you were, see a way to be.

Climb. Climb to highest peak - peak with valleys deep, peak the view you seek.

Now. Now is always here – here is all there is, here the point past fear.
Track Name: The elevator
Take another slice of action
Each new day a fresh distraction
Lowest ebb brings strange elation
Fantasy interrogation

Speak your mind to burst the bubble
Every word brings you more trouble
Daily puke out their opinions
Seeking fresh minds, willing minions

Choke it down like chick from mother
First one lie and then another
Feathered nest makes life so easy
Swallow so much makes you queasy

Going up, first floor
Going up, second floor
Going up, third floor
Going up, fourth floor

Fifth floor and you’re nearly there
(nearly there, nearly there, nearly there)
Sixth floor is a frightful scare
(frightful scare, frightful scare. frightful scare, frightful scare)
Seven, eight, and nine floors later
(nine floors later, nine floors later, nine floors later, nine floors later)
Tenth floor on the elevator
(elevator, elevator, elevator, elevator,
elevator, elevator, elevator, elevator)

The elevator
The elevator
The elevator etc
Track Name: Kidneys
Filter out the poison, make some room for songs you’d rather sing
Batten down the hatches, there’s no point in mindful torturing

Round and round and round and round
Opinions driven underground
A bitter taste of déjà vu
It always means the same to you
Yet rising from the smoking pile
You summon up a twisted smile
Remembering what you forgot
That never is whenever not

Take a small step forward, keeping gaze fixed firmly on the prize
Best foot first, with steady gait, nobody moves, nobody dies

Round and round and round and round
Opinions driven underground
A bitter taste of déjà vu
It always means the same to you
Yet rising from the smoking pile
You summon up a twisted smile
Remembering what you forgot
That never is whenever not
Track Name: Deaf ears
Shouting, shouting, shouting, shouting
Screaming at the pointless pictures
Bawling like it makes a difference

Cotton wool dry mouth softens at the seams
Opens it once twice three times in the schemes
Falling on deaf ears, suspend disbelief
Wrapped up like Christmas’ shiny glitter grief

Make the best of all things, fake it doesn’t show
Safe mask for the feelings, chance for them to flow,
Open them up wider than all those little men
Safe alone in house and it begins again

Screaming at the pointless pictures
Bawling like it makes a difference

Tiresome tittle tattle and endless pissy wit
No one pays attention, their screens are full of it
Scrolling dead opinions, anyone could care
Measuring the value, momentary share

Echo chamber voices, friends you’ve never met
Sizing up the chances of an odds on bet
Taking time to read more, words that never end
Working on those letters that you’ll never send

Shouting, shouting, shouting, shouting
Screaming at the pointless pictures
Bawling like it makes a difference

Tinnitus and deaf ears, the song remains the same
Heard it all repeated in everything but name
Been around the track so many times before
Tired of being washed up on that grubby shore

Time we started planning, seeds need time to grow
Everything is counted, but when we’ll never know
Clear out your ears, squeegee your brain clean
Start to live the life you say you always mean
Track Name: Fop killer
To see round corners, but not down the straight road
With both eyes closed, it makes light work of the load
By every turn another trick of the mind
Can turn the tables to be cruel to be kind

When clear skies and open fields up ahead
May seem inviting for the easily led
But there are fractures at the limits of sight
Cracks in the fabric of perpetual night

So smile and laugh and skip along down the way
With no great reason to think deep every day
There are no fables that make sense any more
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law
Track Name: Camouflage
Never easy hiding from someone who’s always hidden
Cast aside like refuse on a monumental midden
Bide your time then realise your time was never bidden
Always ride the waves to find new waves you’ve never ridden

Roll the rock in front of cave of thought to make a new den
Every little helps to build the cage that holds your own zen
Taking time to make it all just so, but no one knows when
Cages will unlock or rocks reveal the spirit open

Never easy hiding from someone who’s always here

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