by Sid Cooper 2023 with many thanks to:

Dan Currin - Keyboards and Vocals on Day of the Dead
Mae Starr - Piano on Springtime and Day of the Dead
Niilo Smeds - Guitar and Pedal Steel on Springtime

Much love and thanks for listening

Sometimes I'll be walking the air
Other days I’m waking on the riverbed
Just don’t know what’s coming down the line
When every day is day of the dead
Disappearing footsteps that we tread
Every breath we take and skin we shed
Sometimes I feel presences around no I don’t think its all in my head
Manifestations of the past abound and every day is day of the dead
Words we write will never now be read
When you pay you’re paying with your head
Things we say will never more be said

There’s flies flying around the kitchen and the ants are back
Dressed up in pall bearers clothes snowflakes falling from my nose
Might this be when a broken heart begets a broken back?
Six feet in the ground ain’t coming back
Six feet in the ground turn your life around never make a sound
Every time you pull the trigger the bullets just get bigger
The more we spin around the more it’s getting nearer
We sit around with cigarettes and cans
And try to brush these ashes from our hands

In morning light the world's alive it was a long night but we survived
Bare trees grey skies and the dead leaves on the ground
I’ll curse and moan and gnash my teeth
But I’ve got food and a warm place to sleep
The energy of this bleak scene makes these moments feel free
And the rain and the river will give me the shivers
Things that I don’t understand are happening to me
We can talk and we can dream we can sleep down by the stream
But we’ll only ever be strangers to the breeze

Clothed in numbness drinking draughts for calmness
Life is but a dream
Welcoming horror and depravity just to feel something
Clock says tick tock time to stop and take stock
Geese are starting to fly
Will you look south and spread your wings
Or wade deep waters wide?
They’re fast and brown and they’re dragging you down
Teeth rot bones creak look beneath the skin deep
And the wrinkled lies
For a little animal who lives inside he’s found a good place to hide
He’s shaking and he’s quaking but he’s found a good place to hide

From the fruit bowl of trauma have banana
You’ve always been so very very good to me
I’ll open up my guts and pull out some stuff
Get it in the light and let it breathe
When you’re waking and its 3am there’s a lot to see
Creatures emerge to swim in the big dark sea
Living in a dream staring at a screen
Or heading to the forest where everything is oh so clean

Trains that ran together down the tracks
Get split apart and the symmetry gets cracked
Are you feeling vexed about feeling hexed
And wondering what the fuck is next?
Riddles of the real sphinx will we resist or just be lured in
The cars go by down Lombard Street
It's like they have some other place to be

We met each other on the internet
I say we met but we never have met
Your comments are witty and I like your pics
I’ve got boxes and you’ve got ticks
But then it says prove you’re not a robot
Highlight all the traffic lights in the box
Prove you’re not a robot click on every square that contains a clock
You like weapons you like shoes
Good personal hygiene and the boomer blues
We’ve been chatting now for seven months
Before we stop I’d like to meet you once

Eat your greens and don’t be mean try to live your life half clean
Eat your greens and don’t be mean to me or anybody else, see?
Wipe your lens with vaseline
Brush your teeth with gasoline
Be good to yourself and everybody else