Gurglefirst?

by Gurgles

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about

'Gurglefirst?' is the first Long Player from Bradford brother and sister Progpoppsych band
'Gurgles'. The album was lovingly recorded by MJ from Hookworms with Artwork by Kenn Goodall.

credits

released July 20, 2015

Augustin - Singing, Fender Rhodes, Oxford Synthesiser Company OSCar, Piano,

Nanette - Singing, 'Nan of the North' Precision Fretless, Bass Guitar

Bradley - Self-crafted drum kit

Bouzouki on J G Mallard by Chris Hladowski

Recorded by MJ at Suburban Home Studios
except J G Mallard by Augustin at Saltaire Recordings

Mastered by Joe Osborne at www.joesmastering.co.uk

Art by Kenn Goodall
www.bykenn.com

Gurgles Logo by Drew Millward
www.drewmillward.com

Saltaire Records Logo by Bob Priestley

Saltaire Recordings 004 ©2015 all rights reserved

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Gurgles Bradford, UK

Augustin - Singing, Fender Rhodes, Oxford Synthesiser Company OSCar, Piano,
Nanette - Singing, 'Nan of the North' Precision Fretless, Bass Guitar
Bradley - Self-crafted drum kit

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Track Name: You're Madder Than Me
Way back then, when we were friends
And a voice from drunken crowd
Saved me from being knocked down

Neurals bend apart, the boundaries of our hearts
Mocking in our heads
Rationality, hysteric you and me, and our real lips touch

You're madder than me
You're madder than we set out to be.

Tiny steps, sprung Irving Goffman leaps
So when failure came, conversations fell to sleep
Years and years and then, we tried and fell again, pathologically
Cut out the part of me, and squelch pub history
I feel much better now

Chorus
Track Name: Eccleshill
Skittering round the steps of the Ladbrokes shop
Following cracks that craze the stone flags
Mr Boot is beckoning, scuffed up shoes for reckoning
Segs will save us all from puddled days

Eccleshill. You really are mount pleasant
Eccleshill, is where we love TV
Eccleshill, A jewel above the bowl
Eccleshill, a home from home I stay

Morning has broken with a crow of gargling
And allotments peapods sweet and bulging
Tabled in a tuesday bus, Brown Muff's tills peal bells for us
Stone temples keep the cold away

Chorus

Terrace, the blackstone soaking up sun, sand sparkles in the rays
Soar above the crystal city, spring over gates those days
Fire burning in the heart, thawing out the legs and stockings
Violins serenading BD2

Chorus
Track Name: Weakdays
Her finger traced the line, along my life and love and times
'You will always come to nothing'
You own it, You own it
She smiled and took his hand, 'A fine figure of a man',
But you will always come to nothing'
You own it, You own it, Owned it

On a Monday, the mat is bare, rue the Tuesday, there's still nowt there
In bed Wednesday, wait a minute wait a minute
Learning thursday, lost will to care
But Friday morn we all got paid and we're the social lovers
We must go out, forget the post, forget about the others

Because Cable held the line, betrayed the life and times
Ce que je peux pas ecrire
You own it, You own it
Je t'aime vachement beaucoup, faudrait que invente des mots
Qu'existe pas dans le dico
You own it,You own it, Owned it

Chorus

You own it,You own it, Owned it
Track Name: How Could I Tell
Well politics, may keep us talking but yours make me sick
As you swagger, strut and pace, with confidence of ignorance
You must know that I hate myself, here's what I never say

How could I tell that I love you
How could I tell that you mean so much to me
You're so cool and out of my league
How could I tell you what is true

Watching your smile,stops me hearing shit from your mouth
The look in your eyes, stops me seeing what's right for me
I know that I can't help myself, but I can never say

Chorus

You're an idiot, you're a fucking idiot.
Track Name: Summer in the Sun
July is the cruellest month, hope that hatched in Spring
Withers and dies, no summer breeze on my face
Bees and things and flowers, bees and things and flowers
In summertime

Oh I fell that way, that Summer in the Sun
Wings burnt by lazy hazy lies
Earthbound that way again, eyes damming up the rain
An endless summer in the sun

August -in the foolest, no warning red leaves
To wither and die, winter of 69
Bees and things and flowers, bees and things and flowers
In summertime

Chorus
Track Name: You Send Me Up
Floating up where air is clear, sliding down my name is mud
Send me up, hurl me down
Rock and Roll for Snakes and Ladders

Baby Baby
We're both as stupid as each other

She sends me up again yeah yeah
They send me up again yeah yeah
City sends me up again yeah yeah
You send me up again yeah yeah

Dragged on high to stratosfear, hurtling plunge deep undersea
We blinked and then, took off our clothes
Rock and Roll chance under the covers

Baby Baby
We're both as stupid as each other

Chorus

Break

This song's as stupid as another

Chorus
Track Name: Over The Valley
Over the valley, down by the sea
Looms a wave with my name
Swell high above me
Don't you be scared babies, it's my every dream
Towering blue rising, face to giant face all I see

Over the little town, over the hills
Over the tracks and trains, and over the mills
But don't be scared babies,I'll hold you tight
The water receding, and repeating...and repeating...
Track Name: J G Mallard
Here’s a story about the line from Newcastle to London's Kings Cross
Sat with shit coffee dipping into JG Ballard's Crash,
Pissed numpties kneebash my seatback
Jiggle-ing banter with some mild racism or other

And as I anger, my hands start to judder, my heart leaps
and in the corner of my eye I can barely believe
The outline of a spectral train drawing slowly alongside
I stare jawbroke, the sleek blue ghost of the Mallard on the next track

We're both building up a little bit of speed and a little bit of steam
Potential rumbles beneath the terrifying and beautiful apparition, 40 60 80 100
My 125 and the 4468 hit my top speed as one
A featureless driver leans his head out of the future metal wedge
Locking my gaze with nothing where there should have been eyes, His maw opens

They fooled yeh, they fooled yeh and I got the power
They fooled yeh, they fooled yeh, and I got the power
They fooled yeh, they fooled yeh, and I got the power

What in the world could this machine tell me, what in the world
Art deco technology burst my biology
Mallardian fiction …..stoke it up, stoke it up

And we slow to a grinding stop for a signal

The light hit green, and the fire horses are hot to trot,
faster, faster into an Aintree gallop.
The Driver shouts into my face -

”The APT advance passenger train was a worldbeater, until it was stymied by the Thatcher government
who also briefed aganst it by dropping the press stories that people felt sick when it went round corners”

'I understand' I said, and the blue vision vanished with a smell of coke

They fooled yeh, they fooled yeh, and I got the power
They fooled yeh, they fooled yeh, and I got the power
They fooled yeh, they fooled yeh, and I got the power

What in the world could this machine tell me, what in the world
Art deco technology burst my biology
Mallardian fiction …..stoke it up, ...totally stoked