Get all 15 Muddy Suzuki releases available on Bandcamp and save 45%.
Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of dysTopic, mindfögg, Hum/Drum, Endleofta, Mudnificence (2006-2016), Memoir, Good Grief, Blubbermouth, and 7 more.
1. |
Zebra Croissant
03:44
|
|
||
|
Waking up in a cold sweat,
I can't believe the things they said were true.
Paranoid from the outset.
Everyone seemed to me as if they knew.
Pull my dreams from your top hat,
I'm so transparent it's like i'm not here.
But my Jethro Tull jockstrap gives me opacity
and by degrees i'm off my knees.
So...
Look out below!
I'm going to crash land your show.
Too slow to see as well as being too fast to be anything from reality.
It don't matter. There's no matter, just plasma.
It's evolution substitution. Build a world in six days.
Macrocosm. Zebra Croissant. Monochromic entrées.
Drumstick martyr paid pro rata, guaranteed to unphase in reverse two.
"Get your fear disconnected. You won't be petrified by what's not true.
Take no notice," the Owl said.
"It's just a state of mind we've all been through, it's not just you."
So...
Look out below!
I'm going to crash land your show.
Too slow to see as well as being too fast to be anything from reality.
It don't matter there's no matter, just plasma.
It's evolution substitution. Build a world in six days.
Macrocosm. Zebra Croissant. Monochromic entrées.
Drumstick martyr paid pro rata, guaranteed to unphase.
Say "doo-bee-doo".
What the hell is reality?
Bursting bubbles, Edwin Hubble's heart-rate doubles.
Blue blancmange-tout.
|
||||
2. |
The Good Time Pork Pie
05:05
|
|
||
|
Good times - everybody wants some.
Blue sky - everybody needs one.
Pork pie - should you ever eat one? (You've got to admit...)
Dansette turning like a tour guide.
Pay cheque floating in the bromide.
Omlette - let's all have a cheese one. You need to relax.
I trained to be a postman so i could find my way,
but there were fields around me. They smelt of blueberry pie.
I planned a trip to Zimbabwe - the bus conductor said "No way!"
I bellydanced in Lesotho - Mrs. McCatty say "No, No!"
She wants to go to Ceylon.
It's not called that any longer so we all do the conga (like the Eel does).
Should I think of something better to say? Do you think I should be taken away?
Ask me outright and i'll honestly say "Hooray! Hooray!"
Good times - everybody wants some. Blue sky - everybody needs one.
Pork pie - should you ever eat one? (You've got to admit...)
Once I was deep-sea diving, I brushed a Manta Ray.
I said "I'm trying to help you." He said "get out of my shop."
While in this awkward position I met an ancient Egyptian.
We slipped away to Uganda - had tea with Lady Miranda.
She wants to go to Ceylon.
It's not called that any longer so we all do the conga (like the Eel does).
Should I think of something better to say? Do you think I should be taken away?
Ask me outright and i'll honestly say "Hooray! Hooray!"
Good times - everybody wants some. Blue sky - everybody needs one.
Pork pie - should you ever eat one? You need to relax...
Dansette turning like a tour guide. Pay cheque floating in the bromide.
Omlette - let's all have a cheese one. (You've got to admit...)
Wig wam sailing on the ocean. White jam - poetry in motion.
Wee dram causing a commotion. You need to relax...
Some people want to fill the world with silly songs.
What's wrong with that?
|
||||
3. |
Reincarnation Blues
04:48
|
|
||
|
I can't believe my luck!
I've landed running in the sunshine with a stupid grin across my hamster-face.
I've found a girl who's crazy for me like I'm crazy for her.
All I've got to do is get her to this place.
What did I do right?
Helicopter pilot light headed.
In all my years I never thought I'd be as happy as I am today.
Perhaps it's something in my drink.
It's not that I don't want for anything, that's not the point,
but what I've got is sending me over the brink.
How far does it go back in time? I'd like to know.
Good news! I sure ain't got reincarnation blues.
One more time...
I can't believe my luck!
I've landed head-first on the concrete floor
and now my brains are strewn about the place.
My soul departs my broken body
while the driver of the ambulance attempts to reconstruct my face.
Here we go again, through revolving doors and then... who knows?
And so I'm starting over.
Born again and growing older
with the feeling that I've been through this before.
As time goes by I learn to recognise the signs.
I join the dots and piece together explanations for.
But it's all in vain.
Just accept it's nature's game.
Bad news! I surely got reincarnation blues.
One more time...
I can't believe my luck!
Spontaneous combustion struck and now i'm just a sea slug on the ocean floor.
It's just as well that I don't have a brain
or else I'd think this game of snakes and ladders is a crushing bore.
One more time...
(Round and round and round and...)
|
||||
4. |
Kronos
04:49
|
|
||
|
And in the dream we stood and gazed upon the Great Conjunction.
The motionless, Superior Sun.
The one we now call Saturn.
The Great God lives fixed in the sky.
We dreamed of Kronos.
|
||||
5. |
Scuttling, Never Knowing
04:02
|
|
||
|
Why did I do that?
What was the main compulsion?
Wearing a Dutch cap,
swimming in raw emulsion.
Walking around nude,
thumbing a lift to Swindon.
Miming to Hey Jude.
Surfing with Donald Sinden.
He's got a pair of clogs that don't fit.
He's got a pair of dogs that won't sit.
Try as he might, he can't make them sit.
They just bark and run away.
Pinnocchio lies, knowing his nose is growing,
Watching the blind mice scuttling, never knowing.
Laugh in the face of adversity.
Chortle away to infinity.
Play down the fact that people can't believe just how stupid you are.
Stand up straight like an elevator.
Walk in circles, you perambulator.
She's alright, I don't really hate her.
Don't ask why and I'll tell you later.
Keep your foot on the accelerator.
Dress up smartly like an alligator.
Buy some dentures from the undertaker.
This food's poxy! I'll inform the waiter.
|
||||
6. |
Mystical Moggie
06:19
|
|
||
|
Way back when, or before.
Think it was a dream.
Something else in our place,
largely vespertine.
Tooth and claw, tail-talk, shining eyes of green.
Felis Sapiens walked the Earth with powers beyond reason.
They built cities and monuments that still stand.
They crossed the astral plane and returned with wisdom grand,
But now their legacy is buried in Egyptian dust,
underneath the sarcophagus of the Sphinx of Giza.
[Really? - Ed]
|
||||
7. |
Dodecahedron
08:28
|
|
||
|
Rush in with all guns blazing.
This cannelloni's amazing!
So what's the story this time?
Sit back, I'll tell you all something irrelevant.
Just a white elephant lodged in your living room, trumpeting out of tune.
So if you're wondering if it's worth bothering, no-one is listening.
Neither am I!
Slack-jawed dimwit try to make the piece fit, scissoring the jigsaw.
Exiting the back door, standing there gormless, handlebar and walrus.
All mouth and trousers - fermé la bouche!
Begging your indulgence, craving your acceptance.
Isn't it pathetic why we do the things we do.
And so I've come to the conclusion it's time to increase the confusion.
I could say anything I want to.
I'd flippin' like to see me try!
There's a mole on the ceiling brewing up some Darjeeling.
He's avoiding the taxman and defying the laws of physics.
There's a huge misconception with a ten-gallon stetson making eyes at the funfair.
Dotted capital city of plastic bags and elastic waistbands expanding.
Debt still outstanding. Proud and conceited.
Be more discreet.
It would not hurt to be a little more reserved.
Rich and famous, such an ignoramus.
Troglodyte in tap shoes micturates in barbecues.
Certified imbecile choking on banana peel.
Handcuffs and blindfold - ouvre la bouche!
Once again distatsteful, impudent and wasteful.
Maybe I should jack it in and get a proper job
like alphabeticizing files across the Hebridean Isles.
Perhaps a government position, but where would be the fun in that?
De-carbonating soda, unravelling a pullover.
What happened to the mole-man? He ended up in the Ku-Klux-Klan.
So can you give me a reason? It's mole-man racism season!
I'm losing interest already, I feel like vomitting.
It's alright, we don't mind pointless prose (and it shows). Turgid text.
What comes next (i wonder)?
Stick it together with glue.
Killing time's just something we do.
Make of it what you will.
Screwjack
Roof rack
Race track
Race car
Sports bra
- too far!
Word association.
Coming apart at the seams.
Infantilism of your dreams.
We're living well beyond our means.
Ornate
Blind date
- too late!
Disassociation.
Damn doh-heck-a-deedron!
When the muse just will not strike
probably best call it a night.
Look what happens when you force...
|
||||
8. |
Non-Event Horizon
04:38
|
|
||
|
The bread still hasn’t gone mouldy.
The view hasn’t changed either. Still the same dull, overcast sky.
The waves practically non-existent. No breeze to speak of.
Something strange definitely going on.
No birds.
Surely the days should be getting longer by now? And my hair!
Six days that bread’s been there.
I checked the experiment this morning.
Sure enough I’d moved the ruler by one millimeter: It was back in its original place.
The dust also. The exact same amount as before.
The same dull, distant headache.
I’ve seen no-one. No-one’s picking up my calls.
Something strange definitely going on.
(I do not want to know what I know)
|
||||
9. |
Ukeleles And Loops
04:41
|
|
||
|
I didn't know what to expect.
Don't think that I've seen the half of it yet.
Candlestick or faces in sillhouette?
Where lies the truth? How can we know?
When all is done what is left to show?
The shrinking perspective of vertigo.
Vibration amplified overhead.
A rainbow filtered through infra-red.
An architect ponders a marionette.
They pull the string and we jump through hoops.
Nobody argues, no-one disputes.
Now everyone's ukeleles and loops.
Where did we come from? The distant past.
Following footsteps from first to last.
Where did it come from, the urge to think?
Following clues to the missing link.
Who is behind Universal Mind-At-Large?
Is this the way life's supposed to be?
Counting the rings in your family tree,
go far enough back, don't know what you'll see.
Entire species are swept away.
Manipulation of DNA.
Can we really trust there's another day?
Where did we come from? The distant past.
Following footsteps from first to last.
Where did it come from, the urge to think?
Following clues to the missing link.
When did we lose our ability to see through the mist into clarity?
Who is behind Universal Mind-At-Large?
|
||||
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
Muddy Suzuki recommends:
Fourth (and so far, final) album by improvising South-East kosmiche kombo Zofff, for whom I play drums. Album edited and co-produced by yours truly too.
go to album
Crayoloto: Live at Cafe Oto
by Crayola Lectern
Live album from Crayola Lectern, whom I have the pleasure of playing synth, percussion, and the odd bit of singing with on stage. Recorded in October 2023, mixed by yours truly too.
go to albumIf you like Muddy Suzuki, you may also like:
supported by 7 fans who also own “Nudibranch”
Great album.. thanks for the gong gigs Kavus... respect from Phil...You broke my fall xxxx
go to album
supported by 6 fans who also own “Nudibranch”
BIC Hayes from Dark Star.... legend.... great improv psyche.
go to album
Patchwork Guilt EP
by Phoenix Mundy
featured on Bandcamp Radio Jul 22, 2014
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio May 17, 2016
go to album
