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Yarnbomber EP

by Peter Dickybird

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1.
Yarnbomber 03:19
I was walking, I was in the city, I was feelin’ kind of grey. I saw something That brightened up my day. ‘Twas a statue of Queen Victoria, She was looking cosy and cool. Somebody gave her crown and sceptre Made outta wool. Lampposts in legwarmers, Fire Hydrants in socks, Bike racks in cardigans, Sculpted luminaries in macraméd jocks. Knitting Nancy & Spinning Jenny, They’re at it all o’ the time, Those Needle Ninjas, Those Robin Hoods of twine. Lampposts in legwarmers, Fire Hydrants in socks, Bike racks in cardigans, Sculpted luminaries in macraméd jocks. Water cooler cosies, Vases with vests, Letterboxes with ladders in their stockings It’s a Woolly Bully handicraft fest. Knit one, pearl one, Cast off, cast on, Cover up the boring and the cast i-ron. Yarnbomber, yarnbomber Where there’s a wool there’s a way. Yarnbomber, thanks for doing what you do.
2.
Cannibal 04:41
Tell me what reduces you Just put it in my ear. I’ll mix you to a fine paste And keep you for a year On my shelf. Oh, it’s not healthy but it pleases me. Tell me how to get your goat I’ll chase it round the field. Let me put my kid gloves on And get my daily yield Keep it for myself. Won’t make me wealthy but it pleases me. I’ll roll you up in carpet And polish off your shoes. I’ve got three cousins, all twenty, And they all sing the blues By themselves. Oh it pleases me. Oh, let me keep you in a jar. I’ll let you out sometimes but you won’t get far away I’ve got so many different ways to make you stay I’ll lose you in the buckwheat We’ll go against the grain. I’ll eat up all your sweetmeats And by that I mean your brain Speaks for itself. Oh, it pleases me I like a bit of chicken, I like a bit of cheese. You’ve had me on my elbows I’ll bring you to your knees With my mouth. Oh, the mouth on me. Oh, let me keep you in a jar. I’ll let you out sometimes but you won’t get far away I’ve got some caramel suede shoes to make you stay Tell me what reduces you Just put it in my ear. I’ll mix you to a fine paste And keep you for a year On my shelf. Oh, it’s not healthy but it pleases me. I like a bit of chicken, I like a bit of fish. Climb inside my dreamboat, I’ll hop into your dish, We’ll sail south. Oh, the salty seas. Oh, let me keep you in a jar. I’ll let you out sometimes but you won’t get far away I’ve got some midnight mystery clues to make you stay Oh, let me keep you in a jar. I’ll let you out sometimes but you won’t get far away I’ve got so many different ways to make you stay I’ve got some whisky water blues to make you stay There’s girls just like me trying to catch you every day
3.
Bike Song 04:45
Well, it ain't seemed to be That I could pedal backwards, me Between the gate and here There's a point where you're free It sits between points A and B I get my stuff and fix my gear And I ride down the street I'm diving for a memory And swooping with the birds in the park And a graze of the knees And the hush that hisses through the trees And riding home in the dark With her lights flashing me I'll come clean, I dazzled easily The candela were ample The crank was cranking lazily She was sitting the saddle cheekily Thought I'd follow her example Building your own steam Ride in her slipstream The faster you go round The less you can slow down Well it now seems to me That you can pedal where you need You're the head in your own state There's a point when you're free It sits between points A and B Between here and the gate
4.
My Inner Muse is a fickle bitch, I sometimes wonder if she's mine I have to roll her lots of funny cigarettes, I have to ply her with wine Just to get her to talk to me, Otherwise she's just not there Sometimes I find her truly inspirational But usually her slate is bare My Inner Muse is a fickle bitch, At her best she's something to astound I said I'll C U Next Tuesday night But she didn't even come around I was standing there with my guitar, Letting all my bandmates down I shrugged and tried to smile sheepishly But all the others wore a frown Why's it so hard to get a word out, edgeways, straight up, upside down Why does she treat me like a clown? If I could just hold her, could control her under my thumb I could stand up tall How can I make her answer to my beck and call? My Inner Muse is a fickle bitch, I somehow gotta render her tame I need to scratch my creative itch And I'm sick and tired of her games I need to get inside myself But she's locked my head and stolen the key Even tho' we could be good together She prefers to keep me on my knees Why's it so hard to get a word out, edgeways, straight up, upside down Why does she treat me like a clown? If I could just hold her, could control her under my thumb I could stand up tall How can I make her answer to my beck and call?

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released September 3, 2016

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"...indie pop so unique it is like sighting a rare Red Goshawk through a set of binoculars." Beat Magazine.

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