Calendar

by Richard Lomax

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WRITTEN IN 2016
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I wrote and recorded 52 songs in one year. Some I like. Some are maybe best forgotten. This streamlined version forms an album of demos called 'Calendar'.

WRITTEN IN 2014
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Just before the start of this year I began a weekly challenge to write a song every week in 2014. Each week I would have a given topic to write about. It tends to alternate between me deciding on the topic one week and someone else deciding on it the next.

No excuses, no missed deadlines. By the end of this year there will be 52 songs in this album.

That's the plan anyway. Each week I'll add the latest song as track 1. All of these will be for a name-your-price/ooh-have-it-for-free download.

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released January 1, 2015

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Richard Lomax Manchester, UK

Manchester based psych-folk artist.

Now releasing music under the name Gran Falloon.

Interests: Omnichords, lo-fi, Americana, arcana, most anas, and collective nouns.

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Track Name: Eurelian Circles
EURALIAN CIRCLES

Put the people you love over there
Over here are the ones that you hate
In the space in between
This is the space where you will wait

Can you fly? Can you swim?
Can I let you in?
Can you climb? Can you fall?
Can you understand it all?

O Father O Venn
Can you define?
Can you help draw the line
In Euralian Circles
Is where we reside

Draw a circle around all the thing you would want
And another around what you would leave
In those narrowing strips, in a dripping eclipse
In this ellipse is where you will be

Can you build or destroy
All your favourite toys?
Can they turn into weapons
Whilst in your employ?

O Father O Venn
Can you define?
Can you help draw the line
In Euralian Circles
Is where we reside
Track Name: Bee on a String
BEE ON A STRING

Buzzing around
Dancing for hours and hours
Life is sweeter than the honey that I'm making for you
Life is sweeter than the honey that you're taking from me

Trapped in a box
You put me into a fridge
I'm getting sleepy, ah my eyes are getting heavy
So I think I'll rest my fuzzy little body on the floor of the

Tupperware
On the floor of the tupperware

She keeps bees in a deep freeze
It makes them sleep so she keeps bees
On a string

When I woke up
From an uneasy dream
I found that I'd been tethered to heavy length of yarn
I tried to sever but my clever captor wrapped it round her arm
O - Behind me now Which she held behind me now

She keeps me in a deep freeze
It makes me sleep so she keeps me
On a string

You're only pulling my leg
Or am I pulling my leg
In an attempt to bee free?
I know you're fascinated by me
But won't you let me be free?
Why won't you let me bee free?
O must...

You keep me in a deep freeze
To make me sleep so you keep me
She keeps bees in a deep freeze
It makes them sleep so she keeps bees
On a string
Track Name: Paint It By Numbers [with The Happy Soul]
Shall I compare thee to the fundamental theorem of algrebraic K-theory?
Like Pythagoras said
Something's deeply irrational
About the square root of 2
Where the 2 are me and U

And words diminish these important things
Show you the numbers
Tell you in numbers
Lay out the numbers
Paint it by numbers 4U

If my heart doubled in size
If the body round my heart doubled in size
If the world round my body around my heart doubled in size
You wouldn't notice at all - how conventional
(Henri Poincare - conventionalism)

And words diminish these important things
Show you the numbers
Tell you in numbers
Lay out the numbers
Paint it by numbers 4U

It may be a fiction
But these mathematical theories like our love
Like everyone's love
Are a useful fiction
A useful fiction indeed

And words diminish these important things
I must show you the numbers
Tell you in numbers
Lay out the numbers
Paint it by numbers 4 U
All things considered
When I look at the figures
It's an elegant solution/equation
A foregone conclusion
For you and me
Q.E.D.
Track Name: Meg Shelton, The Witch Of Woodplumpton
MEG SHELTON

Shape changer
Milk stealer/A thief
With your jug disguised as a goose

Half skipping
Milk dripping
Down from the animal's bill

That farmer kicked your goose
That goose it kicked the bucket
That bucket kicked your jug
The stories we tell to keep you girls in place

From Lilith of Eden
To Joan of Arc
We've been burning and burying
You from the start
You have to dig your way
Out of your own grave

You hobble
Down the cobbled
Streets - the children they catcall at you
You're a hag
You're a crone, you're a witch
You're a bit of a rich source of blame to be claimed

You lost your cottage on a bet
From Wesham raced to Catforth
That Black Dog bit your Rabbit's unlucky foot?
The race has always been rigged

From Lilith of Eden
To Joan of Arc
We've been burning and burying
You from the start
You have to dig your way
Out of your own grave
Track Name: This House Has Eaten Us Alive
Again I'm back here
Third time in three years
Strange noises from upstairs
The door grows and shrinks
Every time Alice drinks
In the Winter you can't open the damn thing
The pipes the pipes are howling
And the light upon the landing
Only works when I do - This house has eaten us alive

This House Has Eaten Us Alive
It's Eating Us Alive x2

You could lose your head
In this cage of a bed
Something is moving in the mattress
So am I nightmaring scaring
Some giant rat-thing bat-thing
I can feel it moving in the mattress
The pipes the pipes are howling
And the light upon the landing
Only works when I do - This house has eaten us alive

Call environmental health
Call them down upon yourself
The open sewer in the yard leads straight to hell
Twitch your curtains in the morning
As if you're sending up a warning
To those wretches at the brothel across the road
Track Name: Please Write Responsibly
PLEASE WRITE RESPONSIBLY

One day I wrote a story
Upon a scrap of paper
And I left it in my kitchen
To come and finish later

The Anecdote was based in truth
But exaggerated
The lives involved had been enlarged
And their neuroses elevated

To mythological status
To illustrate or entertain
Maybe to air some grievances
Perhaps to vent some pain

Well that Narrative it rose right up off the paper
Off my kitchen table
And made right for my front door
As fast as it were able

It whistled through the letterbox
And rampaged down the street
Through every bookshop and every library
In search of words to eat

It stopped to pet a Shaggy Dog
And the Dog grew 10 feet tall
This tall Tale wagged into office windows
And it shattered them all

The Chronicle stalked the town
It drank and fought through every bar
My Fable went and shot a man
And stole off in his car

The Legend climbed a telegraph pole
It slithered through the TV set
It slipped inside the phone lines
And escaped into the Internet

And then the trouble really doubled
And the woes, they really started
My Fiction terrorised my enemies
Left my friends all broken hearted

This Yarn had caused more harm
Than had ever been my intention
I'd only scribbled words on paper
I hadn't wanted this destruction

I mean whoever got hurt by a Story?
What Song brought a government to its knees?
What Poem dismantled a tank
Or started World War 3?

As I tracked the trail of carnage
Caused by my Fantasy
It leapt right out of my computer screen
And began to attack me

My Story tore me limb from limb
All the while screaming with glee:
"Words are more powerful than you ever could conceive
So please write responsibly!"

And as I wrote that final line
From the kitchen I was in
I thought I'd save us all the bother
Screwed up that Story and threw it in the bin
Track Name: Archive
ARCHIVE

Three words in my calendar tells me
I went swimming with you that night
A taxi from Asda in Fulwood in the ice
Warm breath and cigarette smoke in the moonlight

Sitting here at my kitchen table
This stack of receipts to archive
Each moment relived through a scrap of paper
The Year of the Snake will be finally over tonight

A chit for two pairs of four cans of Carlsberg
In The Spar they were cheaper than eight pack on offer
The mood I was in cos I couldn't stay over
The mood I was in because of your brother

Sitting here at my kitchen table
This set of receipts to archive
Each moment relived through a scrap of paper
This annus horriblis will be finally over tonight

Amber leaf blonde with menthol filters
A pint of milk from that Plungington Spar
Well I still wander round Spars to feel close to you
Or the Co-op if the Spar is too far away

Sat here at my kitchen table
69 Love Songs are playing
Every moment relived through each faded date
The year that I had you is going forever tonight
The year that I had you is going forever tonight
The year that I had you is gone forever tonight
Track Name: Mr Simm's Olde Sweet Shoppe (Rights Reserved)
MR SIMM'S OLDE SWEET SHOPPE (RIGHTS RESERVED)

There there
On St Anne's Square

Stands Mr Simm's Olde Sweet Shoppe (rights reserved)
Purveyor of finest confectionery
Everton mints and jelly beans
Liquorice whirls and clotted creams

Mr Simm's Olde Sweet Shoppe (rights reserved)
Blackjacks, Fruit Salads and Aniseed Twists
Gargantuan gobstoppers - big as your fist
Jazzles and Fizzers and Raspberry Ruffles
And Iron Brew fudge and Italian Truffles

Is life some romantic tale
Where mystery and beauty
And the underdogs prevail?
Where we'll be happy together
Happy together
Happy forever

At Mr Simm's Olde Sweet Shoppe (rights reserved)
I imagine a man with Majeika hair
Mrs Simm and the twins - it's a family affair
She tends the penny sweets - sweet Cherry Lips
He makes his famous Black Death Sour Pips

Is life some romantic tale
Where mystery and beauty
And the underdogs prevail?
And they'll be happy together
Happy together
Happy forever

Mr Simm's Olde Sweet Shoppe (rights reserved)
Rhubarb and custards and Coldsfoot rock
Uncles Joe's Mintballs, cough sweets and pear drops
It all paints a picture, a quaint little scene
Of Olde but colourful and fantastic dreams

But life isn't some romantic tale
Where mystery and beauty
And the underdogs prevail
Where we'll be happy together
Happy together
Happy forever

Mr Simm's Olde Sweet Shoppe (rights reserved)
Mr Simm's was established in 2004
There are 90 locations from Ashford to York
Is a penny sweet a penny sweet when it costs 50p?
The 'E's in the name were only added last week

Retro is fashionable and vintage is 'in'
Repackaged and sold to us as the whimsy
Of Mr Simm's Olde Sweet Shoppe (rights reserved)
It's between a mall and HSBC
And a Starbucks has opened up over the street

Cos life isn't some romantic tale
Where mystery and beauty
And the underdogs prevail
Where we'll be happy together
Happy together
Happy forever
Track Name: The Barrel of Your Gun
THE BARREL OF YOUR GUN
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Brush me off and brush me down
Or leave me here upon the ground
Drunken, dippy and deep
Deeply drunken and down

Keep me in the barrel of your gun
A shot to be fired when you are done
Keep me in the barrel of your gun
You may not be ready now but soon that day may come

Shoot me down and shoot me straight
In the chamber I'll wait
Should your trigger begin to itch
There's no finger of fate

Keep me in the barrel of your gun
A shot to be fired when you are done
Keep me in the barrel of your gun
You may not be ready yet but soon that day will come

Write me down and write me off
The final nail in the final coffin
Side the smoke can you see?
Can you see through the smog?

Keep me in the barrel of your gun
A shot to be fired when you are done
Keep me in the barrel of your gun
You may not be ready yet but soon that day will come
Track Name: All My Old Lovers (Live On The Same Street)
Nathalie moved here at the start of last year
The neighbourhood welcomed her in
To number 91 where she has so much fun
The minute that I disappeared

O the meetings they'll have
About this and that
Make you feel so exposed
In a small town like this
All you do is exist
This is no way to heal

And Maggie moved onto this street last July
But it feels like she's lived here for years
At number 52 to match her IQ
But she promises that she's moving soon

O the meetings they'll have
About this and that
They like to talk about it
In a goldfish bowl
Where I'm losing control
This is no place to heal

It's time to move on - You can't live here any more
You have to move on - You can't live here any more,
You have to move on - It's time to move on
For the love of god move along

Ivy moved onto this street yesterday
After 7 months away
Into 104a, the house where I longed to stay
What will the neighbours think?

And all the meetings they had
About this and that
Are all just delusions of mine
I wish we could meet
On a different street
This is no way to heal
Track Name: Rushmore
RUSHMORE

You can't get back those years you've lost
Don't mope let hope take root bear fruit
Go strong as long as you can

Take a breath
Let it fill your lungs
Take a beat
Let it fill your heart
Take a seat, Max
Take a drink and you'll think that
You didn't get hurt that bad

Don't waste your life on memories
The wind will change both kind and strange
It's never as dark as you think

Take a breath
Let it fill your lungs
Take a beat
Let it fill your heart
Take a seat, Max
Take a drink and you'll think that
You didn't get hurt that bad