The Omega Point EP

by Pagan Wanderer Lu

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1.
Startup chimes, cross the Rio de Palazzo Boats go by, but I’m looking through the wrong window Sentenced to life, I can stop anytime I want to But I’ll press F5 just one more time… I am friends with everyone you’re friends with on the internet I can’t believe we’ve never even met! Two-point oh – The Bridge of Sighs I can’t remember what happened to my life The sun is shining but only offline The bridge of sighs Logic Lane, we’re all lonesome mathematicians Our deadly sins, gluttons gorged on information Everyone knows everything stroke believes everything they’re told two-point-oh the bridge of sighs And if life is just a simulation happening at the end of time compiled from quantum information from every single beam of light that ever bounced of everything converging on a point of infinitely shrinking size then heaven’s just a bridge of sighs
2.
Where to begin? Mistakes left in Your lies and face cover every space My eyes they hurt from those colours that you arrange to echo in my eyes when I look away Do you really know what I want better than I do? I know you’ve got to make me feel safe and feel like I choose the things I get from you. The pavement cracks under my shoes have started making sense gonna teach everybody to sell in self-defense Yes I’ll write your jingles and I’ll write them on demand but the least that you could do is shake my hand I’m not a guru like you it gets lonely in my studio would it kill you just to come and say hello? This latest brand of melons don’t inspire me like the last Oh I fear my creativity has passed! I spend ages with blank pages for a seven second tune That will stick in people’s heads if there is room Yes I’ll write your jingles and I’ll write them on demand but the least that you could do… Is come shake my hand Come shake my hand or write your own fucking song You’ve been complacent and secret and distant for far too long Come shake my hand (unintelligible) There’s too many people relying on geniuses to tell the truth And if you’re such a fucking genius why do you sell, sell, sell? And if you’re such a fucking genius why do you sell, sell, sell? And if you’re such a fucking genius why do you sell, sell, sell your fucking brand? Come shake my hand
3.
Billy 06:08
I’ve been keeping a secret When I go out to work I’ve been hiding in the park I’m too ashamed now to stand in front of you A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do I wish that I could give you all the things you wanted Fill my crippled hand with money But I can’t work So I’ve been hiding in the park I was a bricklayer, I was a breadwinner I kept my children fed, I could perform in bed I stuck my hand down in the machine’s mouth I got my tendons cut now I’m no use to anyone So I’ve been hiding in the park So it’s time to make it different I’ve got me a plan Me and a gun and a securicor van And I’m not just gonna be another face in the crowd Me and a gun are gonna make my girl proud I’ll say I checked my lucky numbers and had a big win And my kids’ll never have to go hungry again And I’ll buy diamond ring and I’ll take you down the aisle And I’d do it all again just to see you smile I’ve done my time now A free man again I walk the streets and I sleep in the rain But I keep my head high the money that I get from my crippled hand keeps my children fed Ladies and gentlemen of the jury please understand I was not born with a weapon in my hand and though you may think of me as half a man Still I have what you do not have… And if I wanna draw a swoosh on my cap then I can Me and a gun and a securicor van (I’ve been hiding in the park)
4.
Ignoring the warnings on cigarette packets As if time goes in cycles or forward then back its like joy will come first 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 climaxes and ephiphanies like the first ones 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 it's the ending that 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?
5.
I came home late, wet from the sea I thought that you would be waiting up for me I'd left my phone, left it behind So you couldn't call me, but you hadn't tried There was no more catharsis punching the walls of our flat So I went for a walk I thought I might get stabbed I sat on a bench for an hour on my own But all the potential muggers just said "Hello, you alright mate?" And the lights on Brighton Pier go out At the flick of a switch And I wondered if my own lights would Go out that quick And the afterglows, the lights' echoes Left a ghost-pier in my eyes And in the end I couldn't do it So I did go home that night And to this day I've really no idea why Under the stone-tree on the Old Steine I found a hidden piece of art And therefore heart in that city Amongst her colours With which she tempted me there to make my name How I love her, like a moth loves a flame And the lights on Brighton Pier go out At the flick of a switch And I wondered if my own lights would Go out that quick And the afterglows, the lights' echoes Left a ghost-pier in my eyes And I still don't know how I got home that night But the sadness that I felt was almost beautiful As if the night itself had planned it out for me And I must've been walked home by the ghost of brighton pier and that's the only reason I'm still here

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released November 1, 2008

Written/played/recorded by Andy Regan
Mixed & Mastered by Oli Horton at Dreamtrak
melodica by Laura Janes
violin by David Roberts

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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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