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Head in the Sand

by Muddy Suzuki

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If I could choose any voice I could sing with I think that I would choose Steven Malkmus or Trish from Broadcast or perhaps Napoleon Murphy Brock. If I could change any actions that I made in my past I think that I'd tell you to your face and not hide behind a keyboard or modem or other such device. It's not something I'm proud of. Thanks for all - thanks for all - all the memories. Tanks for all - tanks for all - all the enemies. Cranks in all - cranks in all - all societies. And once more - thanks for all - all the kedgeree. Stand - Standing your ground - Ground into dust - Dust in the plasma between two stars - Stars and the stripes - Blue red and white - Sickle and hammer, it's all the same What's in a name? Who is to blame for blame culture? Say - That's not a knife - Knife or a fork - Fork in the road that we're taking – Time - Missing the sign - Sign of the cross - Crossing a line that you're drawing - Blood - Blood from a stone - Stone from a prune - Pruning your toes in my bathtub How long have you been wallowing there doing F.A.? No surrend No regret Immunize Cigarette Mouthwash Language No defeat No escape No retreat Amputate Flesh wound Blood clot Strike force Gun shot When the time arrives don't think, just do what you do best. You look after number one and we will do the rest. When the time arrives just look inside. You'll find the answers needed to succeed. It's not too late, you reprobabte. Now wash your hands.
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As the car pulls up the driver stares at the passenger and all his wares. Open up the door and seatbelt tight, hoping he'll get lucky for the night. "Down and gimme fifty, boy" he'll say, 'cause he's in the Gearstick Cabaret. Probably won't make much sense to you. Don't know when where why how what who. Get your filthy hands off my pyjamas. Makes me want to spit (like llamas). See what happens when you invade my space. I'll just throw it back in your face. Once I couldn't wait to hear the sound of a twelve inch vinyl spinning round. Now I find I've got too much to say about the way they make them all today. Cynicism fits just like a glove when the songs aren't made with any love and the money's all the writers see (directly from your purse to me). Shmoozing for a bruising. Social climber. Stop the system using cyder. Fingers off that button. Friendly fire. Lambchop dressed as mutton. Liar. Essay - SOS - Mayday - Emptiness - Headache - Effervesce Dog leg to the right - Grounded every night Lizard lobbyist - Chronic Onanist - Plastic maverick - Gearstick (caba)cabaret Is the reason why I make this noise drawing your attention from your toys? If it doesn't work why should I care? Maybe there's really nothing there. Nonsense words and nonsense tunes. Four candles. Nothing worth listening to. Love handles. Auto-wah guitar buffoons wear sandals.
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Does the story end the same way every time, or do we have a choice? Altering the linear tide of motion with a word, with a voice. Seeing with hindsight, never before. Taking all chances. Decibel floor. Alernate viewpoint. Vacillation. Ninety per-cent procrastination. When the hostile ones surround you, don't forget it's different for them. With the bastard sons of bitch around you take a breath, count to ten. Medicine playschool. Crumbling dice. Delicate chainsaw sculptures in ice. Infinite detail replica horse. We are allowed appropriate force. Taking the tablets every night. Taking the tablets every day. Taking the tablets every way. Taking the tablets every night. Taking the tablets every day. Taking the tablets. Take it away.
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Everything exists electrically. Underground accelerators are unnecessary. Expurgate an orthodox and old interpretation implicating onward innovation. Existential insights all around. Open up our eyes. Illuminations are abound! Undulating oscillating infrasonic Asian underestimates an invocation on occasion. Ugly onomatapoeia and alliteration. Altered aural artifacts and oafish indignation interwoven inbetween an eye and an ear, or is it only oily octo-pie?
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I saw her at the coach station. Her hair was dyed bright red. She bridged the distance between us with a few choice words she said. I was on my guard. You have to be round here, but next thing I knew, my reservation disappeared. She was traveling with her brother but she sat down next to me. She pinned me down with her smile. I didn't struggle to break free. As we rode the miles it felt like I had lost my grasp. Never had I known infatuation move so fast. I wasn't sure if my thoughts were so pure anymore, now lust was racing. I'm only hoping that she isn't joking around. How bracing! Her words intoxicating as moonshine, my own replies became absurd. She had a jewelled superior canine and the sweetest laught I'd heard. As we rode the miles it felt like I had lost my grasp. Never had I known infatuation move so fast. I wasn't sure if my thoughts were so pure anymore, now lust was racing. I'm only hoping that she isn't joking around. How bracing! She made me feel so damned alive from inside. (Or is it just an excuse to be fey?) So playful. Childlike wonderment. I was sent whirling around from my head to my legs. No brake pads on this vehicle. Don't care if we crash. Such a way to go. Make a total hash of everything, I know. Although we said we'd meet again, I knew then: here is one who's going to get away. One more thing just too good to last. Dang and blast! Wishing isn't harmless. Though we try our hardest, time flies by regardless whether you have fun or you don't. Though we try our hardest, time flies by regardless whether you have fun or you don't. And so we went our separate ways. I never saw her again. But though she is far away, the very least I can say is that was a beautiful day.
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Thanks for listening this far and I hope that you are amused by what you hear. But if you're expecting insight I would recommend you have a look elsewhere because I'm not so sure that what I think is worth its weight in ink, nor time it takes to sink into your head. You're better off with Proust instead. Please don't put me on a pedestal as I will only wobble off and we will have to cough to cover my embarrassment. If one plus one equals two, what about you? When you drink tea under a tree, isn't it me? Why mustn't a gnome take out a loan on his new home under the Straits of Dover? Who put the 'p' into psephology? Kind of questions running round and round in my mind all of the time. (Time to time) Here is something 'bout myself: I'm ruining my health and feeling on the shelf. (BOOM BOOM) So my overdraft is used to subsidize the booze that keeps away the blues and brings them back again and muddles up my brain. A state of public shame that I could do without. Regressing fast into a lager lout. Stick your head into the sand, my friend. If you're worried 'bout your nasal hair or ragged underwear upon your (BOOM BOOM BOOM) You could say that I'm exaggerating while I'm badger-baiting in the morning sun. If this song has any point then pass around the Jointace tablets for your knobbly kneecaps. Time for a re-cap. (One more time...) Stick your head into the sand, my friend. I've got nothing else to say.

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The third album from Muddy Suzuki sees him turning up the rock, turning up the orchestra, and turning up in all sorts of places that other lagers can't reach... Basically, Meetoo with bells on.

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released April 11, 2010

Written and performed (mainly) by Damo Waters. Featuring:
Becca Lee: flute,
Daz Disley: alto/bass clarinets, alto sax,
Rob Rosa: violins,
Jon Clayton: cello,
Jonathan Palmer: trumpets,
Owen Turner: additional bass vocal on 'Time Flies Regardless',
Charlie Chicken, The Rock God Of All Chicken Coops: guest vocalist on 'Son Of Bellydance'.

Recorded August 2008-November 2009 by Owen Turner at The Sickroom Studios, Jon Clayton at One Cat Studio, and Damo at home/elsewhere.

Mastered by Neil Pickles at El Bano.

Portrait photography by Jon Bergman. Illustration by Phoebe Eason.

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Muddy Suzuki Worthing, UK

Solomuzik from Damo Waters, who has played with Spratleys Japs, The Electric Soft Parade, Zofff, Field Music, Slug, Clowwns, Crayola Lectern, The Fiction Aisle, Jona Lewie, (British) Sea Power, 999, The Lurkers, Brother Twain, Milk & Biscuits, The Blazing Saddles, Nik Svarc, Laurie Bennett & The Models, Ciccone, Restlesslist, Do You Feel What I Feel Deer, Something Beginning With L and more. ... more

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