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Good Grief!

by Dave Keir

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    Recorded at Bridge Of Canny
    Edited and Mixed at Durris and Balerno
    Mastered by Matt Azevedo at SoundMirror
    Photographs by John Need
    Design by Neil Warden
    Produced by Dave Keir
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1.
The Shirt 03:26
There is no shirt upon my back That has not lost its style And I could buy a new shirt tomorrow And not be back for a while There is no tooth inside my head That will not soon decay I’ll sing and shout as I pull them out But I'll soon be on my way There are no clothes in my laundry bag That I could not throw out I could buy some new clothes tomorrow Ooh, you'd better watch out I'm about to throw some out I'm going down to Union Street And in some trendy store I'm going to by me a brand new suit And I won't be back no more
2.
Piranha 03:37
You’re a pretty little fish alright With your teeth so piranha white Whoo-ee, I could be With a carnivore tonight Silly as it may now seem It was all about my self-esteem But do you think that I would just stand by As you picked my bones clean So I will rise in the early morn’ By the cruel light of dawn While the city sleeps and lovers creep While mothers weep I’ll be gone There ain’t no use in me looking back Into those pools of midnight black Clickety-clack goes the railroad track No use in me looking back
3.
Like a bandit coming out of the sun She said c’mon baby let’s have some fun I know a way that I can make you smile – I said I don’t know, honey, it’s been a while She said, tell me – what you wanna do? She said, if you’re unsure what to do I’ll do a Google search for you Half a second later, c’mon, give me a break – I got Half a million more decisions to make She said, tell me – what you wanna do? I am determined, yes I am my own man I am resolved, yes I am I can choose, I can select Without getting caught up in the cause and effect She said, tell me – what you wanna do? We went shopping but we didn’t buy squat We’d only take it back whatever we bought We’d watch a movie but we couldn’t agree Who’s gonna choose the DVD She said, tell me – what you wanna do? C’mon baby it’s time to go C’mon baby: yes or no? I said I would tell you all of one voice But yet again you’re giving me multiple choice She said, tell me – what you wanna do?
4.
Somebody told me we’re better off safe than dead But I see only one destination up ahead Oh, I will not be undone I will have my day in the sun One day we’ll end up dying of nothing at all We’ll all just fade away quietly somewhere down the hall We won’t cost the taxpayer a cent We know that his money will be better spent So give a cigarette, pass me that bottle of wine The only question pending is: your place, or mine? Oh, tomorrow will come anyway Let’s poke it in the eye today Some people tell you this is practice for the real deal ahead That you only really come alive when you’re dead You know, the funniest thing about that show Is if they’re wrong they will never know A ginger man hiding away from the sun Just in case he is constitutionally undone Hey, screwed by the DNA That’s not a rash you can rub away Penelope said; “What are you doing tonight?” “Oh, I’m too tired to go and pick another fight; I’m going to get down on my knees And beg for forgiveness, please.”
5.
Misty-eyed and moody A true Celt for sure Bellicose and broody Genetically pure She can play the fiddle Like you’ve never heard before Hey, diddle-diddle, Play for me some more She is sponsored by the Secretary of State A guardian of my culture Isn’t that just great? She’s talking Gaelic to the tourists Over in Portree You can catch her at the ceilidh In deepest Dundee I’m told that she’s living Out upon some rock Holding back the ocean And turning back the clock I hear she comes here From time to time If our paths should ever cross I’ll try to make her mine
6.
A caterpillar was crawling across my wall Doesn’t he know just how small? I guess it’s another tough one to call Oh baby, you can kick me out the door And I will never darken your door no more I bought a two-way ticket, for sure I got a message from the Inland Revenue Politely asking me for remittance due The next message wasn’t so polite I got a letter begging me to take a loan I was offered a holiday on the ‘phone All these kind people just can’t wait The caterpillar made it off the wall I guess he just didn’t know how small I hope he makes it, get wings and all The wind blows a flurry across my eyes There’s a certain light in the skies There’s a place on the hill where I can sleep
7.
I was sitting with my guru He told me how it’s got to be I’ve got to give up my home to the lost and lonely And they will give up the streets to me I was consulting with my consultant He said “It’s all biochemistry; Take one of these before you have your breakfast And another one after your tea.” Here’s one for the taxman: Money doesn’t fall off trees What matters most is the cheque’s in the post Now stop moving the goalposts, please Here’s one for the ladies Sitting in your four-by-fours: Take it on a trip to the Gaza Strip And stop knocking dents in my car door I went drinking with my best friend I knew that he would empathise Then at half-past-eight he said “It’s getting late And you’re getting that funny look in your eyes.” I went talking with the First Man He said “Knowledge doesn’t grow on trees.” I said ”I like the cut of your jib, could you spare me a rib? I am fresh out of company.”
8.
Don't you wish you had a star You could sail to through the blue Away from this cruel planet That gravity holds you to? Don't you wish you had a star Far above the cloudy gray? You could be sitting so pretty In the middle of the Milky Way Don't you wish you had a star Deep in the speckled black? Five, four, three, two, one, zero And you won't be coming back I'm going to buy me a telescope And I'm going to point it to the sky And that is how my life will end With Heaven in my eye
9.
Why do you look so left and lost? Let me hazard a guess Because you've been so self-engrossed Am I right, more or less? You know how it is Your try your best You get a kick in the shin You get a kick in the... Keep on trying, you've got to keep on trying You've got to keep going on Over and over ‘cause once it's over It's over and gone There is no second chance There is no last dance Now won't you come home with me For the fun it it? See-saw Marjorie Daw Johnny's got a new wife Now she won’t give you the time of day Just the time of your life Sacre Bleu! I was only saying "Hello" But if that's how you feel You can spin on it!
10.
I'll meet you in the open I'll meet you under cover I'll meet you anywhere that your brother won't discover ‘Cause I like to move around Love to rove a little Step on some other ground Polygamy, Monogamy is all a bunch of phooey Don't you get romantic, don't you get all gooey I don't want to fall in love I'm a grown up man, good God above Oh, beauty is skin deep And you've got all I need Yes it's all I need I'll meet you in Hell but you know it might be quicker If I meet you at the bottom of a bottle of liquor Don't you try to tell me I don't really mean it Or what true love can do: I've already seen it
11.
The Captain 05:27
Who is the captain? And who is the engineer? Who has the charts? Who knows these parts? Who has the eyes to steer? Who is the captain? Who is the navigator of our fates? The sea is so high I can hardly see the sky Which is blacker than the jack of spades Who is the captain? Who will be there when the eighth bell tolls? With all these accidents Who has the confidence To save our souls?
12.
While she was waiting for Krzysztof While she had time on her hands She mused on the passing of steam And the far Morecambe sands And the grass that is bent by the winds On the dunes all day While she gazed out on the platform In the pools of the cold neon light She dreamed of the crying of gulls And the stealth of the tide Nobody walks these long sands Without their leave

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released July 7, 2012

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