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Worthless Music

by The Scaramanga Six

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The pond shined dry like a ladies compact.
Lilies leaped like flat green hearts with white hearts squirting yellow pollen... cocks...
Ferns ran like cool spades... fossils... away from rocks.
Bees echoed dark carbon hums that dashed in nothing.
Her throat broke open... glistened in the dew.
Red berries dangled like a dream of rubies too.
Take my hand 'n' join me... too soon it clutches gleams.
Death be damned... life. Favorite track: Death Mask of the Unknown Lady of the Seine.
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leysingi This isn't worthless music. It's priceless! A huge thanks to the Scaramanga Six for sharing it with us; long may you continue.
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1.
Big Ideas 04:26
Where did you get those big ideas? I'm not beholden to anyone A voice inside my head Said you should put them back where they're from The voice materialised It was a woman and I'm a man She stood astride of me As I lay looking up from the ground Servalan! Servalan! Servalan! I was transported to a faraway land And the woman of my conscience looks like Servalan I was projected up I was the highest I'd ever been Her hair was sleek and short And she was angry like Jacqueline I'm here to remind you, Paul That you are worthless and you are small I'll bring you down to earth And you'll be thanking me as you fall Servalan! Servalan! Servalan! I was transported to a faraway land And the woman of my conscience looks like Servalan
2.
Knowing what I know now Knowing what I know now When I first met you, I also met all of your criteria Within a week we were engaged In a quixotic battle The forks migrated to where the spoons should be and it was nothing nothing nothing to do with me The forks migrated to where the spoons should be and it was nothing nothing nothing to do with me I will not be defined by my poor investments I refuse to be confined by my errors of judgement I will not be defined by my poor investments I refuse to be confined by my errors of judgement I went at it with the fever of an exhausted father popping all the balloons at the end of a children’s party. Too preoccupied with the prerequisites to reach the chair on which I had to sit Roman is dead. Roman is dead. He got a hole in the back of his head Roman is dead. Strong words Softly choking Morning has broken me again What’s wrong with the spoken word? An error occurred An error occurred An error occurred An error occurred Love is a luxury Disguised as necessity Faith hope and charity You can stick it in your cavity
3.
Sleepwalking into a new decade Aren't you forgetting boy from whence you came? Nobody's going to look back and exclaim "Those were the days, my friend, those were the days" And it's been and gone and passed me by Been and gone and passed me by Drift-wooden, into a new domain We've somehow opted now for more of the same Distraction, we're all pointing in different ways "That is the plan, my friend, that is the aim" And it's been and gone and passed me by Been and gone and passed me by Been and gone and passed me by We just slept through a decade with no name We just crept through a decade with no name Nothing to commemorate, no place to fix the blame We just slept through a decade with no name
4.
Boy 04:47
Treading water for your life, well you were nearly through In a miserable canal, that's where I noticed you Only when I pulled you out I found you were just a boy Such a little boy It was destiny, presenting you to me Boy I've never had such feelings for a boy Won't you let me learn how to love you Won't you let me love you boy Staggering along the riverside, you kept a wary stride But you just kept on tagging along, I couldn't get rid of you if I tried The moment I saw the fear in your eyes I knew there was a bond From that moment on So glad I was your saviour You're such a good boy on your best behaviour Boy I've never had such feelings for a boy Won't you let me learn how to love you Won't you let me love you boy I will love you as a father and a brother You don't mind if I am one or I'm the other Boy I've never had such feelings for a boy And now it's been a lifetime You've overtaken me That look of fear is in your eyes again But don't be afraid And go to sleep
5.
Riding through the darkness on a horse with no face How did I get into this race? Straddling it bareback on the leathery hide How do I get out of this place? It was a horse with no eyes It was a horse with no ears It was a horse with no brain It was a horse with no mane It was a horse with no mind It was a horse with no aim It was a horse with no bit It was a horse with no face Life in all directions on a steer with no steer A uncontrollable mare Naked like a mole rat with no reason to stop A shiny mount with no hair It was a horse with no eyes It was a horse with no ears It was a horse with no brain It was a horse with no mane It had a head like a thumb It was a thumb with no nail It was a horse with no tail It was a horse with no face It was a horse with no eyes (it had a head like a thumb) It was a horse with no ears (it was a thumb with no nail) It was a horse with no brain (It was a horse with no tail) It was a horse with no face
6.
Dog Form 05:11
In a former life I was a famous painter – famously I painted myself into a corner Perpetually under attack! - from the straw that broke the camel’s back Didn’t like my mind – Thought I’d change it for another one I was feeling listless, so I got myself a note book and a ball point pen It’s me – in dog form Spent my life living on a diet of nothing but food for thought The Postman came a knocking one day – Yeah, I bit him in the Aster Bar Everything in this house has human qualities it seems - except yours truly Woke up in a mermaid’s purse – Stockholm syndrome in reverse It’s me – in dog form We erected a statue of the two of us as centaurs at the bottom of the garden Our bows and arrows pointing toward the belt of Orion at a certain time of year That was the form I chose – but not the form that arose A fanciful reflection of a dream - In reality the animal component of the hybrid is replaced by canid It’s me – in dog form Anthropomorphic hound, dutifully bows Anthropomorphic hound, duty bound
7.
Cults 03:04
I was searching for some sage advice A single pearl, a grain of rice Some clear direction or a solid lead Cut down to size awaiting in my feed Cut down to size awaiting in my feed There is a mantra we should all be taught I look for a guy, a leader of thought Which cult shall I join today? The cult of Brad, the cult of Dave That cult called Richard, or the cult of Craig? In endless streams of search results I find I am awash with cults Everywhere I see, smiling back at me You can achieve the best results Put your belief into the cults Your visibility is your currency Cults of personality Visibility plus credibility Put together equals profitability There's a blood moon over Merthyr tonight The ne'er do wrongs are now the ne'er do rights I must join in howling at the moon Am I a salted cod or a cream-faced loon? Am I a salted cod or a cream-faced loon? In endless streams of search results I find I am awash with cults Everywhere I see, smiling back at me You can achieve the best results Put your belief into the cults Your visibility is your currency Cults of personality Everywhere I go Everywhere on show Cults
8.
A hapless young Parisian By the Quay de Louvre came up from the Seine She lay displayed with those who died Never to be claimed or identified Along with the priests and the necrophiles Amongst the slain stood a man beguiled This was a face that was meant to last And so he rendered the girl in the wax and the plastercast It is the death mask of the unknown lady of the Seine "I will always be preserved I will be forever smiling Through my death I will bring life And breathe again Breathe forever more" A million faces reproduced And now her visage always smiles at you And all of the German girls began To imitate the charms of their lady of the Seine A toymaker Norwegian Said "I will make her breathe again" La Inconnue de la Seine "A million lips will resuscitate my Anne" It is the death mask of the unknown lady of the Seine "I will always be preserved I will be forever smiling Through my death I will bring life And breathe again Breathe forever more"
9.
Look at these old clothes You thought you'd get dressed up again And show me a shadow of your former self While the land recovers, we pull back the covers and find A new life An owl starts hooting in the afternoon Oh the good life In the shadow of your former selves You are a peon A peanut in a walnut shell And there's no use in pretending what you used to be You're never ever gonna recreate the memory Don't even go there Wasted on your past and former selves I think I've seen a ghost Wandering round from yesteryear A spectre A dull fog clouding up the atmosphere We've a new life With no shadow of our former selves You are a wastrel Why don't you get back into your shell And you'll never be the person that you want to be You're never ever gonna shake it and you'll never be free Your good life Wasted on your past and former selves
10.
Stranger in your own mind Ever felt like a stranger in your own mind? No it's never been stranger in your own mind It's okay when you're in the society There's no stranger, there's no danger When you're alone he becomes your priority He will shape you, consecrate you Stranger in your own mind Well it's never been stranger in your own mind There's a wandering stranger taking your mind In the place where you used to sleep so soundly It's so alien, subterranean You get pumped full of cold and lucid energy You're the stranger, you're the stranger I'm a stranger I'm a stranger I'm a stranger I don't want to be alone I don't want to be alone with me
11.
Ipso Facto 03:44
This will be my auto da fe My trial by flame I get the feeling the decision’s been made Before my hearing took place You’re so Ipso Facto. Ipso, ipsp facto – by the fact itself Abstract – existing only in the mind Obsolete – no longer in use Perfect – being complete of its kind You’re so ipso facto. Wax and wane – I just wax and wane You’re so ipso facto. A specific phenomenon is a direct consequence, a resultant effect, of the action in question A specific phenomenon is a direct consequence, a resultant effect, of the action in question Wax and wane – I just wax and wane But you remain a constant This will be my auto da fe My trial by flame I get the feeling the decision’s been made Before my hearing took place You’re so ipso facto You’re the – judge, jury and executioner Well you’re the Judge, jury and executioner You’re so ipso facto
12.
Kate & Cindy 04:02
There is a voice inside my mind saying "It's not good enough, not good enough" When I've exhausted everything "It's never enough, you're not fast enough" Encouragement is a terrible thing, baby Nothing is earned, nothing is learned A pat on the back I could find opportune Some kind of fillip, a positive boon But I was left with no-one to impress Just constant scrutiny Always at my behest Then I hear Cindy Kate and Cindy Of all the bars in all the world I hear The Fall in eighty five and I'm so glad to be alive Cruel to be kind, those words were expelled Strangely enough - I am propelled So I want to thank you for everything But this is the song that I was destined to sing When I hear Cindy Kate and Cindy I hear The Fall in eighty five And I'm so glad to be alive When Hammell says 'Go Fuck Yourself' I know that there is mental wealth When I hear Cindy Kate and Cindy
13.
It is the face wish how Something you'll never see Endlessly reaching arm Someone you'll never be It is the face wish how Always be out of reach Corvids that circle round Practicing what you preach It is the face wish how Jackdaw is on your seat Never the twain shall meet It is the face wish how
14.
I used to think that I was just the lucky one I used to think the world revolved around the sun Then I met Joanna I drove in whichever direction I did feel I could have sworn my hands were on the steering wheel Then I met Joanna You took your silver spoon and stuck it in the moon And yet you wanted more You made a clicking sound, the stars all danced around And still you wanted more I woke one day to find her standing by the bed A bridle in one hand and a gun against my head Then I left Joanna Then I left Joanna You can have Joanna You can keep Joanna You took your silver spoon and stuck it in the moon And yet you wanted more You made a clicking sound, the stars all danced around And still you wanted more

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Worthless Music is the tenth studio album by The Scaramanga Six.

Recorded and mixed at 2Fly Studios, Sheffield by Lord Alan Smyth. Performed by The Scaramanga Six who remain: Julia Arnez, Gareth Champion, Paul Morricone & Steven Morricone.

2021 Wrath Records.
www.thescaramangasix.co.uk

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released December 3, 2021

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