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In the Garden of Panopticon

by BAAN

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[instrumental]
2.
Afterglow 03:50
I woke up this morning from a nightmare But did I really wake up? I was hanging by a thread Thought I might be dead But I never met a dead man yet And I don’t take tea with ghosts Maybe it was just a dream after all Seems like everything might be Got my breakfast Cooking up some pig and blood I’m a carnivore What about you? Did you make that choice yet? Maybe it’s already too late Black is the water Deep is the smoke My lovely daughter’s Love will make me choke Two lines to go No-one will ever know Where we go Afterglow Afterglow
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Look, it’s very simple You take that from over there, and you put it here Take that from over there, and put it here And then you wait Just wait Just wait for a while You might wait in vain But just wait Just wait for a while Just wait for a little while Then put it back If nobody comes to say otherwise Just put it back Just put it back Just wait Just wait for a bit Then put it back
4.
The bus like a rhino Two in a row, just like the winos Stuck on the top floor Over the engine The bar will open just for them But they mustn’t get there too soon Lest they be caught by the moon End up looking just like fools Like drunken fools Crossing the road Crossing the road where Margaret fell She fell through heaven She fell through this world She fell right into hell It’s raining now and Margaret’s gone These many long years But still she’s gone At least they made the crossing safe But for those who might still fall Like painted clowns Where we go No-one will ever know Here we go The big stupid show The floor is gabardine carpet The walls are plugging up their ears There’s a meeting in the mezzanine There’s Julie reading a magazine There’s William arguing the toss They nod and drool, about their loss Here comes nobody’s big boss He used to be George, but now he’s Ross Where we go No-one will ever know Here we go The big stupid show Where we go No-one will ever know Here we go The big stupid show One more time Just one more time One more time One more time
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Voodoo Dolls 05:51
He flew gliders in the sunshine Fly by wire, coffee in a tin canteen There’s a biker in the velodrome Seven hours ‘til he goes home Going around and around Big ones, little ones they make no sound Fifteen minutes in every six hours Looking out the window, crying for the flowers Derek is a plastic, the light is yellow Like slavery, the drugs are making us mellow Get through the day screaming Wake up from the nightmare still dreaming Forty years of blood and toil Friends are sleeping underneath the soil Carried them away in filofaxes In the days when death was better than taxes Through invisible walls Gravity falls And infinity calls We are voodoo dolls Voodoo dolls When he was a boy his memory was taken In the hospital he was forsaken Maybe it was the drugs his mother was on In the days before the child was born He remembers nursery rhymes But nothing much since, it happens all the time You want to put him at the front of the stage Reading words he forgets from a blank page Through invisible walls Gravity falls And infinity calls We are voodoo dolls Voodoo dolls Voodoo dolls Voodoo dolls
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There is a door On the fourteenth floor Used to be for everyone But not any more The keeper keeps me safe That was the prayer But all the layers of paper Sticking down the hinges Keeps us on the fringes Now no-one gets in Only the ones who already did I couldn’t go, I was just a kid The body in the car park How we laughed at her Playing at being the shark When all the time she was drowning Back to the doors again, again, again, again Did she leave the lights on? Back around the car, her refrain Is the engine still running Silently in another dimension? Will she ever get to work Smeared out over now Never gathering herself It’s them We tell ourselves Can’t be us We tell ourselves So, buy us back Sell us out And buy us back Yeah, sell us out And buy us back
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She came in with a great idea No-one ever had before It was a sure fire hit So she told us So she told us But we told her It’s mad and it will not work She put her head in her hands And she cried She went back to the bank To give bonuses to the big boys We had her to thank The bosses gave us no choice But when she came back The whole thing was dead She raised a study group And Jesus resurrected Bureaucracy Jerry’s iron law Gotta have fun at work, too many cooks Not enough laughter on the books Tie this string in a magic knot Stand there stupid, now what’ve you got? Gotta have fun at work, we gotta eat Gotta have fun at work boys, hit repeat Close your eyes The music skips a beat Her mother has a cancer But she can’t be beat The undefeated me A grand every day It’s good in every way Don’t make a fuss Ended up in the daily news Lost his job and his wife, bad blues All because he had No fun at work boys He made too much noise About the fucked at work boys He lost his living Over fun at work boys Fun at work
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[instrumental]
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I never saw these words before You had them written on the back of the door With numbers in your head and more Falling out onto the floor The voices in your head were sure The mathematical concepts were absolutely pure But it all comes tumbling down Like an explosion but there is no sound There’s a cloak you put on some times It makes you wise and it makes you sublime You are the drummer now, yeah sure you are You’re the lead guitarist, you’re a superstar Every character you become Is less than the parts of the sum The centre cannot hold, the edges fold Transmuted into shadows made of gold Many minds of me And some I cannot see Here come the dreamers Many minds, the many minds of me I forget who I was trying to be I tried to keep you in, you shone right out of me I felt you there but you were always sleeping You woke up when I was bleeding out You saved the day, but who is talking now? I see what you did but not the why or how Is there a place you lie your head? Are all the crimson hues now lost in shades of red? Many minds of me And some I cannot see Here come the dreamers Many minds, the many minds of me
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Two trains, heading towards one another on the same track There’s a baby on board, and a mother on the other near the back The driver isn’t with us, and neither is the driver’s buddy The trains getting nearer, the trains are gonna crash and it’s gonna get bloody Switch the points, dim the lights, it’s all about the electricity Nobody knows how the girl got on board, she is so pretty Now the people in the bleachers eating popcorn, they don’t care Baby, moma, pretty girl, they can’t be hurt, it’s so unfair The lines converge, there is a surge The lights go out, someone shouts It’s a metaphor, what’s that meta for? Keep on the track, can’t go back But still the pretty girl dies, the pretty girl dies Still the pretty girl dies, the pretty girl dies And now there’s a slow motion disaster In real life this is all happened so much faster Thank heaven and hell we’re not stuck down here in first gear The engine whines, we wipe away decades of tears We hear the bones breaking, but it’s all fake The love you make is equal to the money you take It’s one half life against another filled with lies These ain’t trains, they ain’t on those tracks, she cries The lines converge, there is a surge The lights go out, someone shouts It’s a metaphor, what’s that meta for? Keep on the track, can’t go back But still the pretty girl dies, the pretty girl dies Still the pretty girl dies, the pretty girl dies
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I tried to get to sleep again, to find the dream I had forgotten If I was a gambling man, I’d bet my life, I’d put the lot on This being real, this whole crazy roller coaster ride I got people on my side Are they just part of the illusion? Seems like energy is a fusion Of the light and the heat inside your mind Everyone is looking but who ever finds The quantum theory? Blind eyed and bleary We get so weary from the fight There’s nothing really out there but for light And sound and touch, taste and smell It’s all in your head, be it heaven be it hell It’s just as well that’s all there is You get to imagine what the dreaming really means Then you get to go to sleep Or you get to wake up Or nothing is what it seems We are in so deep Something needs a shake up Is this the end you thought you’d get Even though it hasn’t ended yet? You looked for truth, found something better A bit like hope, a bit like faith The girl on the train, they’re never gonna get her She’s getting higher, she’s out of her face And your many minds are out of place No matter how many names you chase You will not catch the falling sun The song is over before it’s begun Before it’s begun

about

All songs written by Largy Baan and Peri Urban.

Produced and engineered by Peri Urban in May and June 2019.

In the Garden of Panopticon was written and conceived over a two day period, with Largy Baan writing the basic lyrics via a stream of consciousness in a single two hour session. Peri Urban then wrote much of the music over the next two days, with additional input from LB.

The songs were recorded and produced, and the lyrics enhanced thematically, over two months. The garden ambience was recorded by Peri Urban on a single day in June 2019. The birdsong (and other sounds) were then added to sections that had been left open for that purpose.

Bobby Gillies was helpful with suggestions for performance and production.

The final version was compiled and mastered by Peri Urban on 20th July 2019.

The narrator wakes from a dream and reflects on the events of the dream, concerned that he is unable to distinguish them from reality. Indeed, many real life events are described, albeit from the detached perspective of the dreamer.

[Panopticon is a yellow dog.]

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released July 21, 2019

Vocals - Largy Baan, Crimson Hue, Harvey Alexander and Callum McCallum
Piano and acoustic guitar - Largy Baan
Drums and percussion - Henrik Peter
Bass - DD Strang
Electric guitars and keyboards - Peri Urban
Panopticon snuffling - Benji Button

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Like all musicians I wished I had the same number of limbs as an octopus. My wish was granted, but not in the way I had hoped for. My cephalopod partner is an enthusiastic volunteer from the worldwide animal charity Save Humans From Themselves. We share a special kind of love. ... more

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