Tintinnitus

by Stephen Wordsmith

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No Goodbyes, No vain words No time lost as night's tide turns No last touch, No sorrowful sounds Turn back before this bridge burns down Without a trace, Without a trace, I'm leaving Without a sign, without a sign, unbidden Without a trace, without a trace, I'll be gone Chorus (Whsiper: No mires hacia atrás - 1st and 2nd chorus) Don't say Goodbye, Commend me to the night Love knows no depth, Love knows no depth, The time is nigh to take my sacred flight Love knows no depth until the parting hour V2 Hear their steps, hear their voice The soles of their feet fall ever close They've come for me, the thief in the dark Now it's to the shadows I must depart Without a trace, Without a trace, I'm leaving Without a sign, without a sign, unbidden Without a trace, without a trace, I'll be gone Chorus Bridge They'll seek me in the fields They'll seek me in the streets They'll strip this village bare They'll find nothing there I'll be in distant lands A golden prize in hand But know no matter where I'll find you again I'll find you again (i te encontraré) Chorus x 4
2.
How to blow yourself up In but one easy step Just continue to puff When you're out of your depth When its clearer than clear That you'll come out the worst Just be full of hot air - You'll be all fit to burst And the monkeys thought It was all in fun To over-inflate With a 3 2 1 and POP ularity is nice But its certainly not all Try to think it over twice For pride comes before a fall Part of knowing how to be strong's Knowing when you've got to cease Just don't puff your chest for too long And you'll get home in one piece! How to blow yourself up In a single-step plan When it's time to surrender Pretend that you can When you're swelling with pride Til you've swollen too much You can burst from inside With the gentlest touch And the monkeys thought It was all a treat To over-inflate With a 1 2 3 and POW er and influence are nice But they're certainly not all Try to think it over twice For pride comes before a fall Part of knowing how to be strong's Knowing when you've got to cease Just don't puff your chest for too long And you'll get home in one piece! BRIDGE So when there's too much tension In an un-swell situation It's well worthwhile to mention You must watch your own inflation For when you're full to breaking Of yourself and nothing more - Just stop with all the faking Or you'll end up on the floor! And the monkeys thought It the thing to do To over-inflate With a 3 1 2 and WHISH ful thinking might be nice But it's certainly not all Try to think it over twice For pride comes before a fall Part of knowing how to be strong's Knowing when you've got to cease Just don't puff your chest for too long And you'll get home in one piece!
3.
Higgledy Piggledy Mr Resistable Shunned and avoided By all he would cross As popular as a great Leaden dirigible Couldn't convince himself It was their loss Pumbleduff Rumbletuff Mr Resistable Therefore took matters Into his own hands At the apothecary Bought a comestible Love potion priced at An acre of land (Loveless and landless Our Mister Resistable Soon would be in for more Than he could stand) ... Vladimir Nabakov Mr Resistable Soon found things taking A turn for the worse As pensioners Celtic At rest in the vestibule Whispered 'I love you' In saturnine Erse Benedict Cumberbatch Mr Resistable Struggled in vain To escape down the street With newfound attractiveness Rather too literal Dogs at his ankles And gum at his feet (Covered in coveters Mr Resistable Struggled to fend off The friends that he'd meet) ... Gloria Excelsis Mr Resistable Shouted 'I see now!' And let out a laugh 'I've just been engaging In thinking more critical' While shaking whippets From off of his calf 'It's all about attitude - Mr Resistable Isn't a title to Give to oneself' From that day onwards He's Mitch Optimistical Leaving his tribulations On the shelf ... Now, as an epilogue All the effects wore off But not before it took One last effect Mitch now lives happily With the apothecary After ten years, Irresistable yet
4.
There's a sculpture of ice at the end of my wrist An ice-cold immobilised mitten of mist Held fast in the grip of Jack Frost's chilly fist It must be winter again Mere moments ago, it was flesh, it was bone But I left it laid carelessly out on its own On the bedcovers' bad side, all naked and prone It must be winter again From pinky to thumb, it's uncomfortably numb It must be winter again My hand was now that of a luckless mechanic A little too late to get off the Titanic But I chided myself, there's no need to panic It must be winter again I'll just slip it back under the blankets, of course And snuggle it in between legs that are crossed And before you know it, I'll start to defrost It must be winter again The hand plunges in, my eyes widen in terror I seem to have made a small tactical error Now eight hundred muscles contract and they seize As billions and trillions of atoms all freeze Between sheets of ice, my whole core loses feeling And suddenly, frostbite seems less unappealing Through needles and pins, I can hear my brain yelp Next time I'll just let it fall off by itself From my head to my heel I'm completely congealed It must be winter again It must be winter again
5.
I was walking down main street on Monday With a paper-thin prize in each paw A duly unanswered chain letter And a stub for the week's Lotto draw As I ambled with no care particular I was fleetingly taken aback By a shadowy blur perpendicular A sleek puss in a tracksuit of black CHORUS Now, I never cared for superstition In the matter of fortune and luck My felicity's my own volition My position's to not give a fig But I knew that my financial standing Would soon rest in the fingers of fate As she chose where the spheres would be landing On the TV on Wednesday at eight Now, some may have found it appalling And, indeed I could not help but laugh But I started to stop my feet falling On the cracks that I found in my path Umbrella Some bloke painting his shop on a ladder CHORUS As three bodies collided as one In the heat of the mid-morning sun I will spare you, dear listener the details But it ended in fountains of glass With me half in a new place of retail With a brolly secure in my grasp CHORUS BRIDGE It got a little blurry from that point, it must be said I'm told a helpful fireman wrenched the ladder off my head I woke up with scant memory of what had gone before In bed in some old hospital, in time for Wednesday's day I'm no mystical man or soothsayer So I felt I'd been struck with a club When the balls tumbled off the conveyor In the order I had on my stub Good and bad luck come equally often I reflected, my mind well at ease I might spend the rest of my life coughing But at least i can cough up the fees!
6.
Come quickly, mayor Prickley For there's been a little spillage There's been a little spillage? There's been a little spillage! Yes, there's been a little spillage In the centre of the village A Canterbury Lorry Met a paint truck from Otago A paint truck from Otago? A paint truck from Otago! And the paint truck from Otago's Gone and spilled its precious cargo There's ochre and orange and buckets of blue And rivers of red in most every hue Midst puddles of puce and great gushes of green With flicks of sienna to finish the scene Come quickly, and look at the rainbow that flowed With colour and life along every road Come quickly, mayor Prickley For there's been a little spillage There's been a little spillage? There's been a little spillage! Yes, there's been a little spillage In the centre of the village A car from Alexandra Met an ice-cream van from Lincoln An ice-cream van from Lincoln? An ice-cream van from Lincoln! So you'd better get there quick Because that ship's already sinkin'! There's caramel, coffee and chocolate and cherry And cookies and cream among boysen and berry With pieces from Reece and vanilla from France All mingling as one in their trickling dance Come quickly, and look at the rainbow that flowed With flavour and fun along every road Come quickly, mayor Prickley For there's been a little spillage There's been a little spillage? There's been a little spillage! Yes, there's been a little spillage In the centre of the village A Clydesdale from Ashburton Met A Clyde van selling curtains A Clyde van selling curtains? A Clyde van selling curtains! The Horse is fine of course Although the van is far less certain! There's spartans and tartans and circles and - cripes! There's spots and there's dots and diagonal stripes With florals that flourish and ziggies that zag All rotten with cotton (or so says the tag) Come quickly, and watch all the patterns explode Unfolding like sails along every road Come quickly, mayor Prickley For there's been a little spillage Yes, there's been a little spillage In the centre of the village!
7.
I'm Sonny Boy Carruthers I was born before me father And me grandfather's younger than he I'm not a lad to grandstand But you'll have to do no handstand To wrap your head around me fam'ly tree It's all a bit insidious Me noble line of lineage Transcends no normal linearity I'm just Sonny Boy Carruthers Who was born before me father And me grandfather's younger than he *intermission* I'm Sonny Boy Carruthers I was born before me father And me grandfather's younger than he Born before me dad, in essence For 'twas in me father's presence (He was in the operating room with she) And me mum was, in a nutshell Half his age upon their nuptials (He was fifty, and her dad was forty-three) So I'm Sonny Boy Carruthers who was born before me father And me grandfather's younger than he
8.
Flirting til twilight, whistling with girls Drinking til midnight, illicit gin swirls Shiny shirts ripping, flirty skirts lift Flinching with instinct, right in I drift Lips bright with lipstick, twinkling with glitz Virgins in mini-skirts, giggling in bliss I'm living my wish I'm living in sin With girls in skimpy viking bikinis Pink limbs writhing, whirlwinds with skin Isn't it thrilling? I might slip in I'm living my wish I'm living in sin With girls in skimpy viking bikinis Tilly is striking, Jill isn't shy Pippi's inspiring, jiggling by Iris is gripping, nibbling with skill Didi with Kiki, twin siblings, thrill CHORUS I... I'm lifting I... I'm rigid I... I'm sinking I... I'm limp *slide whistle* CHORUS
9.
Here we stand in the leaves of the Aspen Both as equals, as night and as day Forget me not, my darling As September's last sun slips away Then you arch, my angel, an eyebrow O'er the spring of your sapphire blue eyes Forget me not, my darling As September's last sun parts the skies Though our lives never hung in the balance As the seeds of a romance were strewn I can't help but fear our encounter Was over a day too soon With exalted stars crossed in the heavens And the earth flat beneath our bare feet The time's come to reap what was sown As September's last sun cedes defeat Now we stand in the leaves of the Aspen Both as equals, as night and as day Forget me not, my darling As September's last sun slips away
10.
It's raining glass on Featherston Street And shattered panes of buildings old Lie trampled by the well-heeled feet Of shufflers shuffling through the cold Who with the winds excessive dose Will cradle no umbrellas close But gravely stir those at the reins Who quake in fear from fearful quakes And bid good folk to flee the lanes To stay away, whate'er it takes The grey newspapers rain their praise On leaders in their reigning days O, hear them like a godly choir No soul shall come within harm's way With cordons spread like ribboned fire Along the city's asphalt vein A prophecy to self-fulfill Streets safe on earth now calm and still But you will find no friends to greet On Featherson street, on Featherston street
11.
Once upon an accident As time and tide would swirl I left the comfort of the warmth And came into this world Though no great symphony was heard By heavens' hand arranged For a weary mum and proud new dad The world was all that changed They call this life an accident, when nothing can be blamed There's no such thing as accident; it's only fate misnamed Once upon an accident As sun and eyes would shine Across a room like any else Your gaze was locked with mine Though no great symphony was heard By heavens' hand arranged For a pigtailed girl and quiet boy The world was all that changed They call this life an accident, when nothing can be blamed There's no such thing as accident; it's only fate misnamed. Chancing on the surface with no reason to be found A lifetime laced with purpose, in direction tightly bound Once upon an accident As moods and tires would swerve I left this world in pain to match The sharpness of the curve A symphony of violence By the beast's own hand arranged For a redhaired girl and red-stained boy The world was all that changed They call this life an accident, when nothing can be blamed There's no such thing as accident; it's only fate misnamed
12.
‘twas a calm Friday night on the bad side of town With a cigarette perfume pervading the yard The usual suspects were all seated down In their eyes were a gleam, in their hands were the cards There’s Beau Who once (so I hear) was a looker But now wears a patch over his vacant eye And Grace A minister’s daughter-turned hooker Who passes the buck like an arsenic pie To Rock Who squirms in a fidgety manner While shooting a look of total unease At Tex Who’s really from Louisiana But just didn’t want to be known as Louise And all with a squint and a finger on triggers But I am no such feudalistic old bod I’m a man of statistics, a fiddler of figures One eyeball on oddballs, one eye on the odds Interlude The cards flutter down as we ante our antes Rock roughly flips diamonds – a king and an ace There’s a crease in my brow and a knot in my panties As calculations can be read on my face The Chance Of finding such goods on the table Is really a most insignificant sum In fact I’d be happy to swear it a stable Three hundred and thirty one chances to one I know There’s a one in one-thirty-six chance To face down an ace with a much larger kicker This fact Makes my sense of security dance And brings quite a rush to my cheeks and my ticker A little too visibly, as what ensues is: ‘I fold’ ‘and I fold’ ‘and I fold’ ‘I fold too’ My maths might be right, but my poker face? Useless Oh what is a poor statistician to do?
13.
In the dead of the night When the colour and light Are bled from the heavens and earth When the clocks on the shelves Lay their hands on the twelve And a new day rejoices in birth Comes slow inspiration And soft expiration As midnight, so dark and so deep Bestows inspiration Or eyes expiration Of well-travelled souls in their sleep In the blackest of black Where the shadows draw back And the sounds are all snatched from the streets As a writer's head jerks O'er some half-written work And her eyelids lie down in defeat Comes slow inspiration And soft expiration As Midnight, so still and serene Bestows inspiration Or eyes expiration Of ideas that just might have been The cobblestones are cold and grey, the leaves are wet with dew And all around the yawning earth, the world begins anew... In the youngest of hours In a city of flowers That sigh as they wait for the dawn As a girl lies at rest On her valentine's chest Til the sun breathes its life to the morn Comes slow inspiration And soft expiration As midnight, the dreamer's old friend Bestows inspiration For written creation Which comes, like a breath, to its end.
14.
Sky of night Naked light At the head of my bed It goes Blink-blink, Blink-blink Blink-blink, Blink And the world Slowly turns With the words in my head That go Blink-blink, Blink-blink Blink-blink, Blink A lamp, ever-vigilant, never to die As I wind down the body And wind down the mind And the sky seems to utter a somnolent sigh it goes Blink-blink, Blink-blink Blink-blink, Blink *lull* As a chest Full of treasures Cannot keep aloft It goes Blink-blink, Blink-blink Blink-blink, Blink And the lids Of the keyholes Grow heavy and soft They go Blink-blink, Blink-blink Blink-blink, Blink As a maelstrom of musings is softly unmade And my smoke alarm's light remains loyal and staid Peeking out through the path of my ceiling fan's blade It goes Blink-blink, Blink-blink Blink-blink, Blink Then all is black.
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Musca Temporus Staid, Adventurous Never afraid to fly Fearful, wonderful Valuable, Vulnerable Blink and a score slip by Musca Temporus Harshness, Gentleness Slain by a single blow Wasteful, fruitful Frightful, beautiful Watch as a thousand go Musca Temporus Constant, Perilous Timidly to descend A thousand eyes See life slip by All are lost in the end

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The long-awaited sequel to Mantichorean has arrived! Once again, Stephen Wordsmith has collaborated with the stars of FAWM and 5090 to bring you a leap-FAWM's worth of listening pleasure.

A true international effort, this album features contributions from New Zealand, Australia, The UK, The US, Canada, Mexico, France, Belgium, The Netherlands, Denmark, and Norway.

Come, listen, and explore themes of fortune, luck, superstition, the passage of time, consciousness, greetings, partings, and our ultimate fate.

And, on the way, meet a cast of characters and storytellers unlike any other: An amorous brigand, a motley poker crew, a lovelorn apothecary, a Nordic Hugh Hefner, a fellow born before his father, a mayor having the most trying day of his career, and the world's most undesirable man.

Tintinnitus. May it ring ever in your ears.

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released May 23, 2016

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