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by Pagan Wanderer Lu

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1.
Ignoring the warnings on cigarette packets As if time goes in cycles or forward then back its like first will come joy and then always come sorrow and you could get hit by the future tomorrow Your whole life has been building up to today The orchestra swells the camera pans away to reveal the climactical ephiphanies like the first one you saw and all the ones in between And we all feel the urge to see patterns emerge but in truth what we're looking for is the ending which makes what came before a story and if patterns emerge and we get what we deserve what message are we sending? If history makes what's happening now an ending? The good always triumph cos they write the history and if any mouths open and dare contradict we kill all non-believers and dig them mass graves then talk in terms of the lives that we've saved by denying a moment of uncertainty and implying there's progress in infallibility as if every step forward comes like penicillin and nothing is random we're all quite unwilling to admit that you can see patterns in patches of sand if you're looking for it. the ending makes what came before a story and if patterns emerge and we get what we deserve what message are we sending? If history makes what's happening now an ending?
2.
Show Me Yr Knuckles (free) 04:05
Show me yr knuckles they get you into trouble They take and they shuffle the pieces of the puzzle and yr punching at buildings and kicking notice boards in no ideas just fighting just for the sake of fighting And the singers they struggle to figure out the puzzle and they boil and they bubble and yr nothing but trouble these bruises and scars aren't from playing a guitar they're from knockouts and blackouts and a creeping sense of self-doubt This is taking too much time watching puppies fall in line and you go there for cheap wine but you still forget to write and it never means a thing when the singers start to sing and I'm tired of repetition but the clock is ticking So we knuckle down and keep ourselves all stupid and scared on the path of least resistance that will take us nowhere I eat breakfast in the morning and my dinner at night I'm fine with my unremarkable life Patchwork and cross-stitch, no church sales for agnostics we limp and we labour and owe no-one a favour we're kings of our castle and we don't need the hassle of drumsticks and burst lips and everyone's a critic and we all seek white knuckles and all prepare for trouble and there's locks on our cupboards and tinned food in our cellar and we all hope our knuckles will keep us out of trouble but we don't put our dukes up to burst our precious bubble Jesus said "well you all must stay in bed or you wont get any bread and I'll shoot you in the head then you'll be dead and your friends will be upset and your life will be regret and all remaining will be your debt"
3.
On Sunday my heart stops My children born in wedlock Caucasians/Eurasians Who will protect our nation? Sweet Jesus/Crowd Pleasers We thank you for your business Good Christian/Bad Christian Come to my door with leaflets I come to you with plans to be your leader I come to you sing I'm a believer Good Christian/Bad Christian Baghdad can't tell the difference Anne Coulter/Cucumber To pledge just call this number Salvation/Train Stations Tax deductible donations No piercings no dreadlocks My children born in wedlock Disparage gay marriage 2000 year old adage I come to you with plans to be your leader I come to you sing I'm a believer Good Christian/Bad Christian Baghdad can't tell the difference When you're singing your songs I'm a believer When you're dropping your bombs I'm a believer Good Christian/Bad Christian No god only religion
4.
Well we fought some fights turned some wrongs into rights and we've got a clearer conscience we can sleep at night so it's time to settle down for the rest of our lives and be first time buyers if the price is right Just you and me keeping company inside our place and we can procreate and we'll build some walls to stop the roof from falling down on our heads when we're asleep in bed Cos we've finally sicked six figures down and we found ourselves a city and we're checking it out and there's food on the table and a fire in the hearth In our beautiful house with four walls to keep the weather out We're taking lots of pictures of the things that we've done and we'll buy a slide projector and show everyone all the mediocre holidays in search of the sun in our beautiful house with four walls to keep the weather out Just you and me keeping company inside our place and we can procreate and we'll build some walls to stop the roof from falling down on our heads when we're asleep in bed And when we go on holiday we always come back and we felt a bit guilty about the war on Iraq but we don't wanna be victims of a terror attack In our beautiful house with four walls to keep the weather out We'd probably better get ourselves a burglar alarm just in case there's any people who would do us some harm and there's a gun in the dresser and a dog in the yard of our beautiful house with four walls to keep the neighbours out Just you and me keeping company inside our place and we can procreate and we'll build some walls to stop the roof from falling down on our heads when we're asleep in bed Cos we've finally sicked six figures down and we found ourselves a city and we're checking it out and there's food on the table and a fire in the hearth In our beautiful house with four walls to keep the weather out
5.
(Sick of) Playing Solo (free) 04:28
I'm sick of playing solo I'm out of the game I'm not a virtuoso I'm not looking for fame I need the gaps to be filled in I miss the pound of the drums But I just can't play them I need other musicians Cos I don't wanna drop dead and be an undiscovered great And have my fanbase be subjected to those fucking awful tapes That I made when I was fifteen just to satisfy demand for some new unheard material I really need a band And with a wash of keyboards The thud of the bass all nicely understated every note in its place I'm sick of playing solo I wanna make some noise after a perfect chorus I'd say "Take it away boys!" (erm... fuck) It be nice to feel my stuff was getting recognised for real Like that headline gig in Brighton where I almost met John Peel I don't just wanna be some quirky guy you saw once in the Bay I wanna see my self-made EPs fetch a packet on eBay But it's not gonna happen unless I get me a band A bunch of decent musicians who all think I'm the man It's not a case of ego okay well maybe it is I've just been playing solo for nearly five years And I don't wanna get on stage and say "here's one the drummer wrote" or get some guy who thinks he Hendrix but can't really play a note stick his foot up on the monitor and bore the crowd to tears with an improvised performance that will feel like it lasts years "Check out my guitar solo"
6.
2 Bullets 01:53
2 Bullets nothing to it two bodies we can do it we can stop it if we do it nobody's gonna do it yet I'm gonna put this thing to bed Men and women wives and children you can save them but you'll kill them every single other person's gonna get a bullet in the head so I'll give you one instead 2 bullets nothing to it take a picture while I do it you can see what I'll achieve if I can only get up out of bed and put a bullet in your head.
7.
O Peter won't you hear my mournful strum? O Peter won't you see what you've become? O Peter won't you take my hand and join with me and sing? and raise your voice in harmony and let those wires ring! O Peter won't you hear my mournful strum? O Peter won't you see what you've become? Your Jingle Jangle bitches they distract you from the truth Remember how you dug up cricket pitches in your youth? O pictures of your youth! O Peter won't you hear my mournful groove? O Peter don't you want your ass to move? O Peter won't you clench your fists and show me you're a man? And stand up and be counted now and do it cos you can O Peter be a man!
8.
I lost my soul to a life support machine This is the future of the teenage apocalypse I have a friend and she calls me mother What makes you proud of your little brother? J'habite à New Orleans I lost my girl to a mobile library They sold her secrets while she sleep beside me I gotta speak when I hear the tone I got the soul of a mobile phone J'habite à New Orleans
9.
Left to your own devices You will forget the Memorial Hall See in the faded newsprint Thumbs up from the Pals as they wave us goodbye And I've got a girl back home I wrote her a letter I don't suppose I'll get a reply I only hope she'll remember my name Poppies we buy to remember They sell to forget in Afghnistan With our faith in the hands of bricklayers We know we can sleep deep inside its walls And as I dance in your hands tonight and those walls shake with our dancing inside We understand that our tribute's alright Except that there will be more Now we remember the disco They're holding tonight at the Memorial Hall I hope to meet eyes with your sister As she stands like a flower by the plaque, by the wall But the alcohol kicks in and somehow instead the words on the plaque just take over my head I think I shouldn't be dancing with so many dead But I'm wrong If there's a point to the fighting any point at all It's so we can dance in the Memorial Hall And if drunkenness leads us to conflict 'Supporting the Troops' versus 'Not in my Name' Someone gets bored change the subject Before I explain how they can be the same If we don't get revenge then the Bad Guys have won If the winners aren't good guys that's what they become The only point in life is just to have fun But you're wrong If there's a point to the fighting any point at all It's so we can dance in the Memorial Hall
10.
Can you see him in this picture? That's my husband that's my Victor When I last saw him in our kitchen He said he was off to see his sister And I cannot bear to think why he was in that part of town Cos Everybody knows that's where loose women hang around Now I'm here at the hairdressers and I'm blubbing to a stranger About a picture in the paper and I think that there's a danger That I'll just shave all my hair off and have a nervous breakdown You think that you know someone then they go and let you down My hair has seen better days I feel so stupid He kept saying he was working late And I believed him So she passes me this picture of her husband of her Victor I see now it's an obituary Loving father spouse of Mary Witnesses describe a group departing from the scene Four young lads just noticed as of ethnic origin And I feel strangely indifferent to this hack-job description Of another tragic victim Of our failing social system And I know exactly why they found him in that part of town It was right on that street corner that I used to hang around Oh Victor you should be ashamed How could you do this? You bought a house to settle down and procreate What happened to it? Is it wrong to think? That this could be a blessing in diguise The Eulogy I must compose must now consist of lies My hair has seen better days I feel so stupid He kept saying he was working late And I believed him So I pick up my Victor From his babysitter And I drive past the corner see the floral tributes To a well respected member of our small community And though tongues will wag no one will state it quite explicitly That he was just pathetic and I don't regeret it That I never said a thing I never spilled the beans To anyone who'd pass it on to Mary and I'm glad But I still won't know what to say when Victor asks me about his dad...
11.
We die laughing Cars keep crashing Doors slam violently And I think We should look both ways before we Cross the street Please don't ignore me Forget me not When you catch up With that distant flaming tow-truck We can't keep up With your standup Comedy that belittles us
12.
You're on my shoulder Every day and every night You're on my shoulder and it's to you I've got to justify Everything I believe every film that I see every book that I read all the food that I eat every library I join every march I go on I feel I've got to justify You're on my shoulder Every day and every night You're on my shoulder and it's to you I've got to justify Every thought that I think All the juice that I drink Every march I go on Every new decision Every black friend I make Every honest mistake I feel I've got to justify them You're on my shoulder Every day and every night You're on my shoulder and it's to you I've got to justify my life
13.
Goodnight, to all the eye candy that stops me from sleeping Goodnight, I've got a job to do and you keep on waking me Cos with your sequins and your secrets and your sister said You're sleeping sound inside a silent cell inside your head Goodnight Goodnight, to all the nest egg children financial meetings Goodnight, to all the pretzel bombs the president's been eating Cos with a lying heart and empty head he'll bomb the world I'll drink alcohol and try to stick my fingers in some girl Goodnight

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My second album. Recorded in Aberystwyth in 2005.

For more about it go here
paganwandererlu.wordpress.com/2011/01/13/boxedset01-blhoe/

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released April 1, 2005

written/played/recorded by Andy Regan
claire plays concertina
stuart plays drums

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Pagan Wanderer Lu Cardiff, UK

Electronica fuelled indiepop from South Wales.

Now recording and releasing as Andrew Paul Regan www.andrewpaulregan.co.uk

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