Publish and be Damned

by Lyle Christine



Recorded between June 2010 & Feb 2011 in Glasgow.


released February 13, 2011


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Track Name: Money For Old Goats
Now move it along, keep it out my face, you’ve had your time, you’ve filled your space
I’m talking to you. Try to understand. I’ve got my mouths to feed. I’ve got my land.
You rake it in, you mine the gold, re-sell the asking price, you break the mould
So bone the beak, crack down the back, scrape off the juicy cuts, you paint it black

You’ve got the royalty, you’ve got the mint for life
You’ve got the shiny coin, you hold a golden knife

I’ll tell the truth, show where I stand, I’ll salt the Earth salt, I’ll shift a gram
There’s nothing worse, a roaming hand, I’ve got to pay my tax usurper, I’ll sell the sand
The wind is mine, a flotsam gas, I’ll blow it out the sea, I’ll blow more glass
From where I stand, I stand alone, your fields of plastic maize, your fields of foam
Track Name: Trialhood
I’m not here, I’m alone again, wishing the game was over, wishing for the end
I’m a mistake, born to raise the dead, watching my compass sinking, fill the cup with dread

Every time you raise a glass I lose another life
You’re a lot like me, I’m a lot like you
Every sip you take again I take another shot
You’re a lot like me, you’re all I’ve got

Waiting for them, to go to their beds, Close the doors now quickly, taking off the edge
Dance in the dark, swim in the sea, nothing makes it better, nothing for me
Track Name: Easy, Rider
When you’re moving along you’ve got to take a little moment,
You’ve got to take more time, you’ve gotta surf that current, boy
Try to get in the fruit and let your guard down slowly
Come along and change the brain, we’re gonna make it painless boy

Turning away from the alter, running away from the mortar, breaking the back of his son
Given the chance of an option, the essence of life is forgotten, given the chance of a change?

Every time you think twice, you’ve gotta think a little further
You’ve gotta make work work for you, treat them all like they treat you,
Any time that I’m asked I’ve got a quick fire answer, I’ve got shades of mayonnaise
Coming to a town near you
Track Name: Where There's Muck, There's Brass
Gonna get a jacket, straight from the market, bring it back home and wash with a stone
Oh tell me please, I’m not too late, gotta get some rest before I faint
Oh Tailor! Can you make it slightly longer, slightly stronger?
Pay you back soon, with the fruit of the loom, you’re guaranteed to be safe till noon
Oh Mercy! Now I’m on my knees!

The nation of plants just had the last dance, and now we fly by the seat of our pants
No landing strip, no quote to quip, all tails in pairs and soon to quit their DAY JOB!
Signing on the dole! Can’t help it, the girl can’t help it!
Rub that coin and dine on wine, you move the moon and stock the shine of stardom
Please walk this way!
Tie the tie tight, don’t forget to write me once a day and every night you’re gonna take a long look at the big bad book, to the brim it’s filled with gold and sin, Oh teacher! Tell me where I sign on the line or take my time, gonna rescue loot and toke the toot, I’ll cook the clean cut with the door kept shut, gonna bruise the ruse,
Gonna mince the meat!
Track Name: Peddling the Pathos
Thinking too much about the past
Spending too much time on the grass

And I know it’s early days, soon we’ll do much better,
Soon we’ll have a place, to leave

If I could tell you what’s inside
Try to convince you that I tried

Maybe we’re dancing cheek to cheek, and I can see you smiling
I can feel your heat, inside me
Track Name: The Pleasure Was All Mine
Help me with this I’ve missed another dead-on-the-line
Falling out with myself after too much red wine
All I need is the seed and I’m set up for life
Call again, I’ll pretend to know you

Cherubs in the pond having a wee, they do me no harm which is good for me
My impression of rejection, Nothing’s so wild it can’t be tamed

Look at the price you’re never gonna pay of the debt
What’s the point in a life if it’s full of regret
On the mattress, without practice
Bask in the glow while stealing the show

Show the world it counts for something, show them all day long
Show the world it counts for nothing, show them all they’re wrong
Track Name: 5 O'Clock Finish
Tell me again, this is my day forever
Without an end, only a clock to feather
Monthly malaise, stalling the Western people,
Lucky for them, I recommend a teacher
for your sums, till the end... once again

Had I the chance, I would have quit this nonsense
It’s not for me, I should be scaling ceilings
Let’s make a deal, I’ll be a climbing partner
Winning the race, always slightly farther
On his way, to the top.... of the end
Track Name: Before I Shuffle Off
Here we go, once again
Start the day at the end
Nevermind, I've been here
Many times with the fear

And I don't want to apologise
Maybe one day you'll sympathise
Everyone has a different voice
Everyone makes a different choice

Take a seat, my good friend
You look well, on the mend
Off the booze, off the wheel,
Back in black, stainless steel

And I don't want to apologise
Maybe one day you'll sympathise
Everyone has a different voice
Everyone makes a different choice
Track Name: 4.5% ABV
Waste that waste, scraping it off, and now I pay you
Take my word, keep it together on the bayou
Hold that thought, let me think for a second
Why don’t I tell you what I really reckon
Taking it off, taking it off and then I get you
Doing a show, look at me go so I impress you
Move it around, touching the edge, I wanna kill you
Buy some land, digging it into a disco
No one cares or dies
Wipe that down, take a away that thistle
Eat today, throw away the gristle
Now it’s late, now it’s late in the evening
Now you’re dead, everyone is grieving
Track Name: Charlemagne Bossa Nova
Maybe someday I’ll write a line that doesn’t make me sick
Maybe someday I’ll make a quid and spend that quid so quick
Maybe someday I’ll find a cure for bovine herded mass
Maybe someday I’ll shake myself and get up off the grass

Maybe someday I’ll fake my death and end up on the news
Maybe someday I’ll wake without the paranoia blues
Maybe someday I’ll learn to love the finished marble piece
Maybe someday I’ll come back with my tail between my knees

Maybe someday the chance will come to quit the wretched vice
Maybe someday the change will come and folks will air their voice
Maybe someday you’ll take the hint your time is nearly up
Maybe someday the blackened earth will surely eat you up