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Sans Inhibitus

by Francisco's Fortune

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1.
Dear India cried, while tear drops tried To cling like angels upon conifers' tops, And like them I'm drawn, from dusk until dawn To another land so distant from here, Of tusks and flames, those ancient remains Have slid into me from the womb, Cords cut and tied, no-one will deny, I've been left in a discordant mood, Whether it be great walls rising, or Benjamin's ticks, Whether it be sacred torrents, or gorillas in the mist, Pull me, pull me, mother, with a gentle hand, Pull me, pull me, mother, back to the motherland To pull or to push, that's where I'm stranded, Oars stuck in the sand, too much is demanded of me, But I won't be left here high and dry And I know that you'll be swept away with me, To corners of the earth, left aside in our Demented collective memory Whether it be great walls rising, or Benjamin's ticks, Whether it be sacred torrents, or gorillas in the mist, Pull me, pull me, mother, with a gentle hand, Pull me, pull me, mother, back to the motherland And we'll form arrows To shoot along magnetic lines And we'll form arrows To shoot along magnetic lines And we'll form arrows To shoot along magnetic lines And we'll form arrows To shoot along magnetic lines Whether it be great walls rising, or Benjamin's ticks, Whether it be sacred torrents, or gorillas in the mist, Pull me, pull me, mother, with a gentle hand, Pull me, pull me, mother, back to the motherland And we'll form arrows Back to the motherland And we'll form arrows Back to the motherland And we'll form arrows Back to the motherland And we'll form arrows
2.
Ma Cherie 05:21
The buses were coming to take us into the night Where fantasies and fallacies were hatching into life A scanning pan of the lonely stand, it was just her and I But as we sat, the words held back Would fight and they would fly "Aren't you cold?" I asked of her as both her legs were bare, And peaking from her overcoat, I struggled not to stare, But little would she speak in reply, And of her answers I was denied, (Je ne comprend pas, monsieur) I love champagne at the top of the Eiffel Tower, And the saltiness of roasted escargot, Chasing taxis along the Champs Elysees, As long as she stayed I'd know, I'd lie as long as she didn't go I should have nipped it in the bud, I should have let it go, But as the lie began to stand, the beast began to grow, And shred apart the last of honest gentleman in me, But what was I to do, Was I to say, Was I to see? All wasn't lost, held her attention in my hand, And fed her full of tales from many dreams of Southern France, But little would she speak in reply, But so much passed between her and I, (Je ne comprend pas, monsieur) I love champagne at the top of the Eiffel Tower, And the saltiness of roasted escargot, Chasing taxis along the Champs Elysees, As long as she stayed I'd know, I'd lie as long as she didn't go I love champagne at the top of the Eiffel Tower, And the saltiness of roasted escargot, Chasing taxis along the Champs Elysees, As long as she stayed I'd know, I'd lie as long as she didn't Go She didn't go She didn't go She didn't go On va comprendre ma cherie
3.
Lunar 03:50
Eyes wouldn't open, couldn't face the music. Playing to a score from Stanley Kubrik, A play on the stage where the madness was taking over, Take a long stick, white ball on the end, Take a long walk to be free again, Where demons won't be dancing in the dark, I need change for this lunacy Before the moon makes you pay, I need silver and gold, I need it soon before I seize today, Watch her take hold, I'll be Julius Caesar's Guard on a chariot of fire and fear, Singing while persistent fevers take me over, Liquorice pants stretch down my legs, Feeding off me til there's nothing left, The demons won't go hungry in the dark, I need change for this lunacy Before the moon makes you pay, I need silver and gold, I need it soon before I seize today, I need change for this lunacy Before the moon makes you pay, I need silver and gold, I need it soon before I seize today, There's too much humour hanging in the air, If you could help at all, I'd watch the laughter fall, I need change for this lunacy Before the moon makes you pay, I need silver and gold, I need it soon before I seize today, I need change for this lunacy Before the moon makes you pay, I need silver and gold, I need it soon before I seize today, There's too much humour hanging in the air, If you could help at all, I'd watch the laughter fall, There's too much humour hanging in the air, If you could help at all, I'd watch the laughter fall, I need silver and gold, Gotta fill up the soul, (Change for this lunacy before the moon makes you pay) Hanging in the air (Silver and gold before I seize today) Hanging in the air (Change for this lunacy before the moon makes you pay) I'd watch the laughter fall (Silver and gold before I seize today) I'm hanging in the air (Change for this lunacy before the moon makes you pay) I'd watch the laughter fall (Silver and gold before I seize today) I'm hanging in the air If you could help at all, I'd watch the laughter fall, Leave only angels dancing in the dark
4.
Only Photos 04:51
Sometimes I run away And sit next to you in my head To hear you tell stories of a yesterday That passed you by Tales of paddy fields and wagon wheels, And temples and tombstones, And news on the radio, I hear you in stereo, Let me go see what it's like through your eyes From the cradle you saw me, I know you adored me, Through laughter and tickles and smiles, Now the tables have turned And oh, how I yearn To hold your hand, To hold you hand, So many minutes without you within it, And only the pictures I snapped, Here I'm at home yet my thoughts tend to roam To the bright blood that I left behind, I'm expecting a bill today, Begging me to pay my debts, The debt I incurred for the love that I learned from you, As The lights grew dim, you battled on, Ooh, like soldiers, If only I could lend a shoulder, You're older, It's me who should be there, So many minutes without you within it, And only the pictures I snapped, Here I'm at home yet my thoughts tend to roam To the bright blood that I left behind, From the cradle you saw me, I know you adored me, Through laughter and tickles and smiles, Now the tables have turned And oh, how I yearn To hold your hand, To hold you hand, So many minutes without you within it, And only the pictures I snapped, Here I'm at home yet my thoughts tend to roam To the bright blood that I left behind, That I left behind, That I left, that I left, That I left, that I left behind
5.
The Bells 04:52
I stepped onboard with hesitancy, The carriage floor a shelf of icy ecstacy, But would it hold my uncertain weights? The wasted energy of hours, But our was the ten-twenty to somewhere new Under the cover of darkness that covered you and Covered me for damages incurred Along the way to distant towns we'd never heard of, The sleepers, no they wouldn't lie still. Softly sleepwalking against my will, Like poles alike, I watched them turn Away from one another, to suddenly diverge, Three months with the world between us, Too long to put me on hold, Just a moment to drop the line out, Leave me hanging on a one-way call, Pick it up, pick it up, 'Cause you're swinging from the bells between my ears, Pick it up, pick it up, girl, 'Cause your ringing ain't getting any softer here, Once inside, I stood there resolutely, Made up my mind with make up To sail through steadily, But nowhere was the foundation to place those early beams To bridge the waters coursing through These reminiscent dreams, I understand enough To sit and think about The laying of our lives ahead To unwritten overtures and Untested hypotheses of if and when and how, Why don't we consider just the current, Just for now? The sleepers, no they wouldn't lie still. Softly sleepwalking against my will, Like poles alike, I watched them turn Away from one another, to suddenly diverge, Three months with the world between us, Too long to put me on hold, Just a moment to drop the line out, Leave me hanging on a one-way call, Pick it up, pick it up, 'Cause you're swinging from the bells between my ears, Pick it up, pick it up, girl, 'Cause your ringing ain't getting any softer here, The sleepers, they wouldn't lie still, No the sleepers, they wouldn't lie still, No the sleepers, they wouldn't lie still, No the sleepers, they wouldn't lie, To suddenly diverge, Three months with the world between us, Too long to put me on hold, Just a moment to drop the line out, Leave me hanging on a one-way call, Pick it up, pick it up, 'Cause you're swinging from the bells between my ears, Pick it up, pick it up, girl, 'Cause your ringing ain't getting any softer, Your ringing ain't getting any softer, Your ringing ain't getting any softer, Your ringing ain't getting any softer here. Any softer here, Any softer here, Any softer here

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released April 6, 2015

Produced by Lachlan Mitchell at Jungle Studios, Leichhardt.

Mastered by Steve Smart, Studios 301, Sydney.

Songs written and performed by Manik Mayadunne, with instrumental input from Gana Aruneswaran, William Cordiner and Tess Morgan Aboud.

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