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On the Bangkok Balcony

by Tatchell and the Tambourine

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1.
The Veil 04:00
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A shadow looms Love and fear A lazy Sunday One last beer Behind the veil It's heaven or hell Loose tongues Pallid cheeks My love Doesn't get to speak Behind the veil Words are for sale With a juggler and a clown, to amuse you In times like these The world becomes a scene Blood in the street All or nothing Undertaker's got A six foot coffin Below the veil There's a final nail Wealth lies Infant feet Jewels shine Royal seats Below the veil Goes the wishing well With fools and fiends, believe me In times like these The wounds will gush and bleed Moral guides Self-help books Vampire gurus Snake-skin crooks Beyond the veil Your dreams will be mailed Slip stream Time will tell Who will rise Who has fell Beyond the veil All ships must sail With a pirate and a thief to guide you In times like these You'll find yourself at sea
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Rongo Rongo Script 02:29
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What's that in the distance Looks like rain Trouble in the east A white ghost risin' Spirit on the horizon 1722 The day I met you Up at the dawn Set to work the day Carve the Moai Keep the evil at bay Palm to palm and prey 1722 The day I met you It was Easter Sunday So they say they came With hands of fire Smoke with pain They slayed the birdman 1722 They day I met you 1770 I saw destiny Carry a wooden cross Resurrect a truth I met the gods Old and new The day I met you Famine and disease The day you left War and greed Pain and death How to know? What to do? They day I met you Tear down the gods In the mud they lay I have no hands left Enough to prey I once made statues From the earth and clay Before the day I met you
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Nobody Here 03:31
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There ain't nobody here Nobody in this ol' shell Pick a cage for a lonely cell And shelve yourself with a book Don't pain yourself with the hooks, my love Looking for a plate of food Don't say you misunderstood Because... There ain't nobody here Nobody in this ol' tomb Find a shadow in the city of light And smile like the moon Fancy bows and ribbons of gloom, you wish For operations normal soon Don't say you misunderstood Because.... If by chance you end wondering These desert streets of a homeless town Cast your eyes stoic-like down Exchange glances and frowns Time out of mind Cast thoughts into the sea How many places to be, you sail On the waves of eternity We'll meet there endlessly Because.... There ain't nobody here Noone behind the eyes See a generation of passion and lust Blow smoke against the wind Show the loser how to win Trade virtue in for sin Don't say you misunderstood Because..... There ain't nobody here Nobody underneath the sky I saw a little twinkle in your eye You took me for a pretty fool With plunder, spillage and toil, you poured The drinks for another round And we were homeward bound... And if by chance you end wondering These desert streets of a hopeless town Cast your eyes stoic-like down Exchange glances and frowns Time out of mind Cast thoughts into the sea How many places to be, you sail On the waves of eternity We'll meet there endlessly.
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Reaperman 03:53
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Your interpretation needs a physicist A strategician, a master of chess There's no procure for your conceit I need salvation, a place to retreat When you're down on your rounds reaperman Won't you carry me home Your inquisition needs an evangelist An apprehension, a sentence for the thief You prostrate my body and broke my knees Took away the bible, withheld my belief When your down on your rounds reaperman Won't you carry me home You gotta keep the fire down in the hole Forge the crucible, blaspheme the soul Don't need no saviour to feed me my bread Got money in my pockets, ideas in my head When your down on your rounds reaperman Won't you carry me home (..When you gonna hit the highway blues You know you're gonna have to hit and run Walk beneath the midday sun..) ..You gotta keep the fire down in the hole Forge the crucible, blaspheme the soul Don't need no saviour to feed you your bread Got money in the pocket, ideas in your head
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The Bassline 03:55
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There's little to say of the fire Bartholomew and the kids in the mire Heat the brimstone and stoke the flame The drugs work and burn away the pain The past not present the mind with shame Down beneath a pendulum fairy-light tree Drunk on old monk rum in a makeshift bar with Sree East of Eden there is no sense of time Can you hear the bass line? Lost my shoes in a post-diluvian flood Set out for a voyage, hit upon the earth Broke a guitar in a crazy dream Singing songs only sparrow should sing To a majestic queen and mustache king Asleep beneath a pendulum fairly-light tree Lost my shades, spent all my money East of Eden there is no sense of time Can you hear the bass line? God said to man 'I am who I am' From queen of England to king of Siam The words on a Bangkok balcony Foggy ruins of a drunken history If you see her blow a farewell kiss for me And sing a song under a pendulum fairy-light tree Keep her warm with a glass of Northern whisky East of Eden there is no sense of time Can you hear the bass line? Down at the circus everyone's on their trip The peddlers, mad dogs, the straight, the hip It's a busy road when your far from home Hard to know which way youre coming from Hell fire or effulgent morning sun Or down, beneath a pendulum fairy-light tree In a hammock, slung between the breeze East of Eden there is no sense of time Can you hear the bass line?
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Illusions of Alchemy 04:15
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Did you see the window Where the winds blows To and fro As above so below I don't want to Bonnie and Clyde The open road With love, you say We'll beat it astray Or run around Every cheap part of town Drunk as a frown What goes up must go down Trading your knowledge to an open ear Down the Harlem stoves You've mined for gold Paying a handsome fee for all that's free Settlin' for a cheap escape in a child's dream But all you've seen's the stars And illusions of alchemy Did you see the ring The gifts they bring The lead and the gold Something new something old A little jingle jangle In the morning light As heavy as a son Wailing to be born Now I know it's early To dance eternally Between Acheron and Styx Before the fiery pits But on a slippery slope and lost my guide Abandon all hope Down to the medicine man subscription for free Open up the wounds for all to see But all you've seen's the scars And illusions of alchemy Ceres my darling Says she's starving For them good old days A hand for the grain Peddling the streets In the industry rain Expecting Fortune and fame Now I suppose you say It ain't gonna be that way Speaking in tongues Lost to a song Without the rules no-one knows the game Dorian Greys, pictures in a frame In the foggy ruins of yesterdays dream Cradling a future for all to see But all you've seen's the past And illusions of alchemy
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Gettin' on 03:54
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Won't Remember a Thing 03:19
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A daily bosom of alcohol Hold your lover when she comes to call Light a candle and a cigarette A grammar phone and old cassette Alarm bells ring The morning sings And tomorrow Won't remember a thing Rally down to a blue lagoon Trail the ocean with a wailers harpoon Lovers songs and old regrets If you see the river paint a silhouette The ships will sail And the sun will sink And tomorrow Won't remember a thing When the day's been done And dreams are forlorn Borrow a little bit from the sun When the games been won And players are long gone Get your kicks on the run Forecast charts are showing a change The weather man says that it's bound to rain Undertaker wears a dovetail suit Carries his life in a wooden flute Church bells toll People sit and drink And tomorrow Won't remember a thing The royal order speak unto the mute Asking for patience and a player of loot The underclass has got you in a whirl Can't see the sun going up or down The pawns march in Dark skies rise again And tomorrow Won't remember a thing When the daylight's done And dreams are forlorn Borrow a little bit from the sun When the game's been won And the players are long gone Get your kicks on the run
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The Island 04:55
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There's a place northward bound Rise and crawls from the Solent Sea A pasture of time forgot A relic of memory There's an isle in every land A little poem in every song Apparitions in time and place A little religion in everyone Fell off the wagon down on my knees Looking for an outlaw to ride the breeze Another blackout tore holes in my mind Must be an island easier to find Build a base on Boniface Down Carve a mark into a tree Light a fire on Woody Bay Footprints washed away by the sea Forgot the reasons for the play But know the characters in every scene Said tomorrow might never come Closed your eyes and romanticised a dream Fell off the wagon down on my knees Looking for a preacher, repent all sin Another blackout tore holes in my mind Must be an island easier to find Picking penny sweets at Nick's corner shop Kicking stones, finding new shortcuts On the boating lake, tightrope walk the ridge Paved it in, put up a carpark lot If you remember where you're from They say you're never far from home The water's edge is at the shore And out past the horizon Fell off the wagon down on my knees Looking for a patron to pick up the fee Another blackout tore holes in my mind Must be an island easier to find Tupenny Nudger in the penny arcade Burn the soles of your feet from the sun Sandy chips, ice-cream cones Counting the pieces you won Walk the stone, around the coves Wind up in a Caribbean Carnival Jump the fence, duck the uniforms Entry is free for all Fell off the wagon down on my knees Looking for adventure, an easy release Another blackout tore holes in my mind Must be an island easier to find
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Wrong Time 03:43
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She deals in tricks, an easy fix Running in and out of her whirl It ain't easy, I ain't glad Listing all things we will never have Fashion fads of glads and sadness Bowlin' down the mill house road Life's easier in your dream Monday morning, snoring, I can see A Sunday morning hymn or a melody When you gonna comfort me Fall down into the subterrain Take what is yours for free Livin' down and low ain't easy One by one they're gonna make you bleed Diagnose some form of malady But you were born in the wrong place Born at the wrong time She licks her lips, got pirate hips Pleasures locked away with her pearls Sea shell swirls and a treasure trove Diamonds light the skies of an open road Trinkets are our destiny And trading your hours for a pretty penny It ain't no way to be Though they all fall down the line Cogs in machines in the factory times When you gonna come for me I like the clack of a steam train baby And I believe In all the ecstacies of a young man's dreams She said she would write for me A song of revelation and liberty But you were born in the wrong place Born to a wrong time When you gonna come for me Make an escape in an aeroplane babe And concede All flights of fancy and foolish dreams I would write to she A song of desperation and lunacy We were born in the wrong place Born at the wrong time

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All songs are live recordings. Recorded at Green House Hostel, Bangkok.

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released May 10, 2020

Album Credits:
My tambourine and foot; hands and guitar; lips, lungs and harp.

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Tatchell and the Tambourine England, UK

We don't listen to music anymore, we listen to song.
Don't go anymore,
Except where we belong.
But I know a Gym
Called Whisky and Gin
A full deck only
The Big man 'll
Let you in
There is no end
Or place to begin
Or even win
Only a whole glass
Half full of Slim
And a friendly soul
Who no doubt you'll
Know not at all
But let's call him Jim
For he wears a grin. ... more

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