Gurglefirst?

by Gurgles

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1.
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
2.
Eccleshill 02:56
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
3.
Weakdays 04:53
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
4.
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.
5.
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
6.
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
7.
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...
8.
J G Mallard 06:36
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

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'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.

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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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