Tintinnitus

by Stephen Wordsmith

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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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Track Name: Kristian and Ankari - Without a Trace
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
Track Name: Andy Balham - The Art of Blowing Yourself up
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!
Track Name: Tim Fatchen - Mr. Resistable
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
Track Name: The Duct Tape Guy - Sculpture of Ice
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
Track Name: Martin Quibell - Felicity
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!
Track Name: Matt Blick - A Little Spillage
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!
Track Name: Tim Wille - The Ballad of Sonny Boy Carruthers
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
Track Name: Charlie Cheney - I (Skimpy Viking Bikinis) SWINGIN' MIX
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
Track Name: Lazy Afro - Forget Me Not
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
Track Name: Darci Strutt - It's Raining Glass (on Featherston Street)
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
Track Name: Izaak Alexander - Once upon an Accident
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
Track Name: Dutch Cassidy - The Odds
‘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?
Track Name: Troubadette - Midnight Breathes
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.
Track Name: Roel van Veldt - Blink
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.
Track Name: Woody Muller - Time Flies (Musca Temporis)
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