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Pop And Blast

by Richard Gorman

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    Tales of gigolos, vanity, love, booze, psychotic breakdowns, lost love, hot funk, vampires, Dundee street messiahs and Beethoven junior - in roughly that order. Humour, despair, anger and fun all in one perfect wee package.

    A jewel case CD and 4 page booklet with fantastic, head bursting, pop art by David MacKenzie.

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1.
El Gato 02:59
El Gato El Gato moves to this tune Slides as smooth as moonlight across the room El Gato glides, El Gato creeps Finds the sweetest senorita then he leaps And there’s no way you can break free from his spell El Gato smiles El Gato spins, El Gato twirls He covers you in kisses then he purrs You were so coy but now you beg El Gato wraps his tail around your leg And now you wear his roses in your hair El Gato grins All you young heiresses, all you glamour girls All you well-heeled widows with tequila glasses filled He’s here to raise your hackles, he’s here to turn your head He’s here to curl up with you in bed El Gato sees, El Gato takes El Gato leaves a hundred husbands in his wake Another motel rendezvous Just a little bit more catnip and he’s yours He knows how to stroke your fur and scratch your back ‘El Gato please’ As I strum this guitar He’s found a pretty bird to play with at the bar Dance conjunto, dance concheros He dances rings around the gringos and rancheros He leaves you with his kittens, come the dawn El Gato’s gone
2.
Mirror, Mirror Your lips and fingers leave stains upon your wine glass Your drink and stories are done Handsome, young and rich men so proud of your beauty But now all your lovers are gone You had me when you cast your spell But now that spell is broken Cry ‘mirror, mirror on the wall’ But I will only speak the truth I will only speak the truth You move to dim the lights, stars stare through your window I feel your eyes measuring my worth There was a time I could offer more than comfort Magic fingers intimate and warm You had me when you cast your spell But now that spell is broken Cry ‘mirror, mirror on the wall’ But I will only speak the truth I will only speak the truth Fill my ears with all your broken hearts and conquests Take me to the brink and bring me to my knees Cry on my shoulder now that your glass is empty But I refuse to be the man you settled for You had me when you cast your spell But now that spell is broken Cry ‘mirror, mirror on the wall’ But I will only speak the truth You had me when you cast your spell But now that spell is broken Cry 'mirror, mirror on the wall' But I will only speak the truth I will only speak the truth
3.
Got Nothing 03:41
Got Nothing Got gold, got caviar Got palaces, got jaguar Got made, got class Got pussy, got ass Got PR, got slaves Got suck ups, got laid Got angels, got dust Got wasted, got sussed You got nothin’ You got nothin’ Got harem, got toys Got pretty girls, got pretty boys Got helicopter, got yacht Got careless, got caught Got diamonds, got bling Got sycophants, got everything Got rivals, they got hit Got away with it You got nothin’ You got nothin’
4.
Sweetheart 04:04
Sweetheart If you wake and I’m not by your side If you wake and I’m not by your side If you wake and I’m not by your side sweetheart I’ll return by first light If you wonder why the bottle’s dry If you wonder why the bottle’s dry If you wonder why the bottle’s dry my love You know I drank a toast to you and I If you see my coat’s on the peg If you see my coat’s on the peg If you see my coat’s on the peg my dear You know I’m working hard for us, you know you’re not alone You know I’m putting in a shift, you know I’ll soon be home If you see the car’s not in the drive If you see the car’s not in the drive If you see the car’s not in the drive my love You know to save your kiss ‘til I arrive You know to save your love for me tonight But if you wake and my guitar is gone If you wake and my guitar is gone If you wake and my guitar is gone sweetheart You’ll know I’m movin’ on
5.
50 Words for Shit Faced I’m bladdered, wrecked and wasted I’m sozzled, pissed and fucked Marracked and fu and stoashis’ Mollucated, mortal, drunk I’m a happy, merry, barfly Sloshed wi helicopter head I’m a dipso, half blind, alkie A pie eyed gashed pisshead I’ve got 50 words for shit faced in my native dialect So tip that whisky bottle up And tip it down your neck I’m a boozed up alcofrolic Minced, blootered and half-cut I’m slaughtered, soaked and wellied A minkered, bottled, sot I’m a legless bevvied wino Stewed, deep in my cups Leathered, sauced and hammered As tipsy as a judge I’m an arseholed, puchled, piss artist Unsteady on my feet I’m tanked and wrecked and stinkin’ I’m steamboats can’t ye see? I’ve got 50 words for shit faced in my native dialect So tip that whisky bottle up And tip it down your neck I’ve got 50 words for shit faced in my native dialect So tip that whisky bottle up And tip it down your neck
6.
Postal 04:14
Postal Another dotted line Another plan to plan Another form to fill Another meeting …about a meeting Line the bodies up As the bullshit flies Keeping my head down Got to keep lips buttoned tight If I want to survive Corporate initiatives Another arse to kiss Fingers tightening Can’t stop my grinding teeth Line the bodies up My spine is wired Another hoop to jump Walls are closing in Got to make the cut Here comes a new deadline They’ve got me by the balls I’m locked and loaded Here comes the overload Just line the bodies up
7.
Siren 06:05
Siren Scarlet sunset bleeds dry to leave A night as black as my heart Comes the curse that you laid on me A siren in the dark Here’s a tune that will stay with me Pain I will never regret Here’s a toast to your memory The one song I’ll never forget I rid soiled sheets of the scent of you Wash your blood from my hands No need to ask what my poison is Just keep filling the glass Remember down by the river? Fireworks in the park The carousels and the madness; a gypsy, a thief and a fool Castles, towers and ruins; black cats speaking in tongues The rock and roll of the train tracks, a kiss and a fire in your bed Dancing like wind battered angels, setting the world to rights Drinking hard with a stranger, staggering alleyways home There’s a ghost in the bedroom now A ghost haunting these lines And when our son turns to smile at me I see that ghost in his eyes Here’s a tune that will stay with me I’ll whistle it with my last breath Here’s a toast to your memory The one song I cannot forget
8.
Pop and Blast Here comes the needle groove injection Drop your hair and have some fun A booty shake with no exception Bring it all down on the one This world needs glitter balls and rainbows Y’know the colour’s fading fast A hit of funk will make the pain go Pump up the jam and make it last – Pop and blast! Think I’m gonna join the army I’m on the march with Uncle Jam I got the heeby jeebs inside me Doo wop King of Boogie’s who I am Hauled my ass to the physician Said these legs ain’t gonna last Hey Doc can you give me a prescription He said ‘son, you really gotta ask?’ - Pop and blast! Shine the dust off of your dancin’ shoes Get your backside off that chair Pour some funk sauce over hot, hot blues Pour some glitter in your hair Tell your lady that’s she’s oh so fine Funkadelic in ma soul Here come’s the mothership to blow our minds Gotta let the rhythm take control… Y’know I ain’t got no time for disco Y’know I ain’t got no time for punk Y’know it’s time to let my hips go Into the promised land of funk Don’t keep your grooviness a secret It’s a riot, it’s a gas Suck it up and take a deep breath Then blow it out your ass - Pop and blast!
9.
Spark 02:48
Spark I have half a mind, half a mind, half a mind I have half a mind now you’re lost I have half a mind to spurn the rising sun Half a mind to cry ‘hell mend you’ and be gone Would you have heart, have a heart, have a heart Would you have a heart left to spare? Behind this old ribcage there is only empty space And my words are just as hollow as my guitar Do you cradle the spark, strike the flame, strike the flame Do you hold the spark now and the flame? Can you light what’s left of me? Can you light the fire? And find some warmth and comfort by my pyre
10.
The Vamp 03:24
The Vamp I’ve booked the show of a lifetime Our manager grinned as he spoke In the mountains of old Szegerely A gig for good god fearing folk We took the stage in the castle Our host gave a welcoming hand Said ‘I’ll think you’ll find these boys quite tasty’ The audience started to dance Wildly they waltzed in the shadows Wide-eyed they danced in the dark Moonlight stabbed pale through the windows and they were All dressed in the red and the black I heard the wolves in the distance I heard the howling draw near In strange harmony with our music The hunger, the lust and the fear I saw the horns of the devil I played on as if in a dream I saw the black star and candles I heard our double bass scream One last fatal crash on the cymbals Fingers had played his last chord Fangs in his neck his keyboard black, white and red The screaming crowd hungry for more Now every gig is a sell out Everywhere under the moon We play the hits after midnight The devil has all the best tunes So why not stay for the encore So why not stay for the night? If you’re eager to score and you’re hungry for more You can join us backstage for a bite
11.
Coldside Jesus Saw Jesus down in Coldside, saw the saviour hanging round He took a drag and shrugged his shoulders, he said ‘there’s nothin’ going down’ I got suits who work for me now, selling salvation door to door But the suckers all got weed now, they don’t need me anymore… Don’t need me anymore Saw Satan hit the Hilltown, saw him fingering his horns Said ‘they ain’t buying what I’m pushin’, they got pills and they got porn I’m looking for some fallen angels, for the laying on of hands But these streets are so soulless and empty, please lead me to the promised land… Lead me to the promised land’ I saw Satan collar Jesus, ‘in this town a man can’t buy a thrill’ Jesus told him ‘I got nothin’ but eternity to kill. Looks like they’ve fucked it up without us, how our little flock of lambs have grown Follow me into this dive bar, I’m getting pissed and going home… Swing low sweet chariots, I’m getting pissed and going home…
12.
Adrift 06:21
Adrift Coming off of the rails Slipping over the edge Watch reality spin Going over my head Looking down on myself at the ghosts I call friends So out of touch, how I wish for the end Drifting out from the shore Give myself to the tide Let the undertow roll Let the undertow roll And ride In the cracks of my broken mind I will find grace Something has happened here that I cannot face Voices are birds Just drifting around I watch my hands move Words fall from my mouth I look through these eyes at a faraway world Where nothing is real, nothing matters at all Let gravity fail Fall up to the clouds I let myself go To be lost and never To be found In the cracks of my broken mind I will find grace Something has happened here that I cannot face Please let me just fall apart unravel my soul I hear a missing heart more real than my own
13.
Prince of Keys Stand straight, stand still frozen fingers Tight fist, strike hard with blood-shot eyes Mutter counts the silver takes the bag then turns aside A rod for my back Vater, bottle in hand, to hear me play You say by the book is surely the only way But grace is sound so let me set it free Bind me with bar lines and with strings I fly to the world inside me Inside me Mutter nursing her wounds again Wine runs red through this family Rhine flows, the blood of this land Your blows drown your soul in shame This house is broken and cold Mountains pin clouds to the sky To the sky Pin the clouds to the sky I am the Prince of keys Noble, Elector of harmony I conjure angels and storms Angels and storms Bruises like flowers petals and thorns This sacred gift lights a great black hole in me My heart is beaten hollow by your memory Tongue tied I dream of your love I reach out but no words will come Deaf though I grow to your cries I catch the song of the sun And the moon And the stars

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released July 17, 2018

All songs and performances by Richard Gorman
Produced by Stuart Duncan at Red Barn Studios, Dundee
Design by David MacKenzie

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