by Lyle Christine

That monkey in the tree is smiling without mystery He has just one request of me, it’s over That monkey on the ground he shouts without making a sound My protest sinks it has been drowned, it’s over That monkey at my feet my resistance he will defeat Onto my back he finds a seat, it’s over That monkey takes my hand, we walk toward the darkened land I will submit to his command, it’s over
Now I’ll drink this greenish drink it’s time to end the thoughts I think I’ll look you in the eye before I go I’m sound in mind, this is my will, my time is up, my wish fulfilled I love you more than you will ever know -- If I had the chance to do it all again I think I’d like to do it all again with you Now the time is right for one last time to say goodnight, your loving eyes will be my final view -- Here it ends my dearest friend, my final moments I will spend In company the greatest I have known What a world, a crazy ride, we saw it all while side by side, So grateful for the time that I was loaned
There’s a bug crawling under my bed I think my heart’s gonna jump out my chest There’s a voice asking too many things Last night I had too many drinks and I’ve woken with the feeling that I should be in jail Did I stab a man last night or buy him an ale Can’t remember where I went or words that I said Did I buy that man a drink or is he now dead And I’m staring in the mirror paralysed with the fear Punishing my liver with a barrel of beer Trying to piece together, memories that remain Someone’s on their way, they’re gonna put me in chains Three days straight is all I need, to put the demons to rest I’ll protest, I’ll contest these delusional charges I’ll crawl on rocks I’ll break my knees, to end this mental unrest I’ll progress from the mess moving out of the darkness
The big band has got a big tax bill, now their digging up the hits from the landfill The big band has reconciled again, amen, for they are business men The big band’s got back together, apparently sounding better than ever On tour they’ll be taking some great acts, relax, it helps to pay the tax They need another hit song Those accountants got their calculators on The big band is touring the country, and they’re peddling wholesale sundries (a meal on a Sunday) From a distance they look just like ants, thanks, I’ve paid to watch them prance All the anecdotes have been retold, after all those tickets gotta get sold Just in time to release their greatest hits, those gits, again they call it quits
The king was killed in his sleep No longer fit to rule, he was never thanked for his time I know what’s on my mind I need the tools to survive, I need the tools to survive ----------------------------- I’m not sure of this new guy They’ve lined up by his bedside Answers for questions not asked Silenced by flags flown half-mast ---------------------- His fate confirmed without trial Another scapegoat, maybe this will make you think twice The cycle circles itself Kill the father, feed the son, another blade has been drawn
And so the saying goes, that good things come from patience Tomorrow is a day without horizon Walking toward the new sun rising — Tonight it’s gonna hurt, it’s unfair, it’s a torture One foot goes in front of the other Distance travelled ends up further — I’ll try to work it out, on my own, through the evening Encouraged by a new dawn waking slowly The long road’s hard and often lonely — All it means to me, is the chance, to start over Maybe this time I’ll heal faster Maybe this time I’ll beat the bastard
Once more I’ve chickened out, there’s now less chance of getting out of here Those years I dicked about, aw man I’m screwed without a doubt, it’s clear --- In school I was the clown, but nothing’s very funny now oh well Those folks I used to know are living high, I’m living low that’s swell I had no destiny, I never gave the best of me oh boy Regrets I’ve had a few, too many to know what to do, destroyed -- Dear kids it feels as though, your life is moving far too slow, brakes on It creeps up from behind, one day your youthful looks decline then gone One day eternity the next you’re turning fifty-three, so fast What seemed like yesterday, is now nostalgia far away the past
A reversal of good fortune, and I can’t believe my luck I’m the winner in an auction, I’m the tree the lightning struck I was told when I was younger that the world was filled with choice At the time it made me wonder, was the promise worth the price ------- Chorus Now you’ve got a job boy, they wanna see you jump for joy Now you’ll earn your bread, boy, they wanna make you jump your bed ------- And the people that I work with, aren’t the brightest of the bunch I’d say half of them were bastards, I’d say half of them were cunts And I get to spend my weekdays, in the company of fools And I’m told I should be grateful, as they kick my family jewels
Hey now, listen to me, I’ve got that feeling in my knees Oh man look up ahead, tomorrow rain today a breeze In those dark houses plans have been made On those maps they’ve marked the empty graves There was never any hope, drinking poison was the way to cope Will we learn from our mistakes, toasting glasses while we’ve got the shakes And so it goes …… Oh my, it’s arrived, that was then and this is now How do I turn back time? I’ll give back beans, you give back cow There was every chance to say no more, next time we would show restraint we swore Yet we went and broke the rules, we know who we are we are the fools Will we learn from our mistakes, swimming in the depths of fiery lakes And so it goes


Recorded between Dec 2018 – Dec 2019 in Glasgow.


released January 13, 2020


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