Dinas Powys

by Andrew Paul Regan

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1.
All the books I’ve ever read are fucking now inside my head And having little babies All the songs I’ve ever heard get jumbled like fridge magnet words And buzz like little brain bees Does it add up to something useful? Is useful the most a man can be? Break it all down and reassemble To create.... A classic album loved by millions That will feed and clothe my children Til they’re in their eighties Through jumbled up fridge magnet words I went the long way round to learn What Jesus could have told me Why can’t the truth be something simple?
Is truth in the knowledge or in me? Break it all down and reassemble To create All the books I’ve ever read are fucking now inside my head And I am what they made me
2.
03:39
Well there’s a fine line tween a polymath and a dilettante Between erudition and just showing off with big words There’s a fine line Better to be one or the other Than to be the one for whom every answer is no Well there’s a fine tween vacuousness and va va voom Between joie de vivre and just being too easily pleased There’s a fine line Better to take pleasure in most things Than to be the one star reviewer at every show And in the evolutionary niche with not enough to do And too much to eat Boredom is irresponsible Well there’s a fine line tween sentience and intelligence Between space opera and just long interminable prose There’s a fine line Better to put pen to paper Than to always start your masterpiece tomorrow
3.
04:36
I’m zooming out when I should be zooming in I’m zooming out when I should be zooming in In your earliest cognitive development There’s a conceptual leap you must make You must draw a line Between yourself and the universe We call this line I Can our children hope to live up to Their social media footpring Competing bout whose First steps youtube video Has got the most views Everybody’s born to be a sociopath That’s empathy 101 Everybody’s walking down their own little path Towards empathy 101 The act of self-observation Changes the self which is observed Blurring the line Between the self and the universe And amplifies I Go for positive visualisation Of what you seek to become But if the fight you choose Is with the sneezing panda video It’s a fight you’ll lose
4.
Time Crisis 1982 our lives are building up to Defaults on all of the time we’re borrowing Pinch in the glass where the sand keeps flowing Whack every mole, keep yourself busy Never say no til you end up multi-tasking yourself into an early grave Oh but think of all the time you’ll have saved One of your days One of your days One of your days Will be your last I daydream I could grow up into a brain inside a jar who Lives in the moment and clicks every ‘like’ I Could live in the moment if my moments were mine And in this Time Crisis when I compare it to The other things I’ve come across Music is a series of Tiny problems I can actually solve So is this the part where you kill all your friends or Is this the part where it comes to an end?
5.
I’ve been thinking about Turning back the clocks Growing into old shoes Trying to like football But there’s too many foreign players I’ve got a lot to unlearn Just cos something rhymes It don’t make it true The so-called wisdom contained in All of those neat little phrases L’enfer c’est les autres Too many foreign players Bugging the downstairs neighbours Too many foreign players If your house was on fire And bucket chains formed From here to the sea In spite of drunk revelations Nobody can be an island And I like to see it around The evidence of our lives in these walls I learned out of books and slowly What others were born just knowing L’enfer c’est les autres Too many foreign players Bugging the downstairs neighbours Too many foreign players I’ve been thinking about Winding forward the clocks Winding past the days Tearing off the calendar pages To the moment where all of this changes....
6.
09:24
Death became a problem Only when we saw it looming Holding on forever Was really no solution When it takes you by surprise When it asks you questions And then all we leave behind Are these accumulations Ideas always come to me accompanied by melodies Of staggering inanity All my life they’ve followed me Another couplet comes along Before you know it there’s a song These happy little autisms That all my days are built upon What is every song about When you really break it down? What is every song about? Nothing but itself And we move closer to death We do our best with what’s left Avaunt distractions! Avaunt distractions! And we move closer to death We do our best with what left Start working on Your axioms Re-write your home Re-write your home Re-write your axioms Re-write your axioms Fill your days with what you love Unhappiness is in your blood It’s just the same for everyone You can’t have peaks without the troughs Vengeance will be with you soon Win this round then who will you Keep fighting all the goddamn time Someone else will be next in line 
What is human life about When you really break it down? What is human life about? Nothing but itself And we move closer to death We do our best with what’s left Your axioms are wrong Your axioms are wrong And we move closer to death We do our best with what left Start working on Your axioms Re-write your home Re-write your home Re-write your axioms Re-write your axioms However happy endings get for you Remember ever after strikethrough Moments stored in amber Just make sure you remember
7.
With the money we got from the house Can we turn our lives around My five year plan The cold cold ground Well the simple life’s calling us now We seek nothing to tie us both down Except temptation to pick up the phone And tell people We’re still here And all those commuters Those euro commuters Those besuited businessmen heading for Brussels Will not recognise us We’ll pay for new faces Not look like the pictures They’ve seen in the papers We’ll find a little bar somewhere Where they’ll call us the british couple Live for the day we rock up And just ask for ‘the usual’ Well the actors who played us have died So we’ll write ourselves out of the lives Of the people who loved us for lines That were whispered In our ears Roaming from island to island Whittling down The money we got from the house Each day we’re closer to somewhere To settle down Oh please don’t bail out on me now How will we know when we’re there? A lifetime of gentle persuasion Won’t convince anyone else to care When we get to our destination And the girl says to the boy What fucking destination? We’re sleeping in train stations And we haven’t got tickets to anywhere And how am I supposed to make you care When I look and feel so square? How am I supposed to break your heart With the fumbles in my fingers? I don’t care about that she says I don’t care about that
8.
Under biodome under permaglare Over exposed by strangers' stares City fades you out leaving just a grin You should never leave the village you were born in In our humbler home under starry skies It takes all we know just to raise a child We tattoo these words on our babies’ skin You may never leave the village you were born in
9.
I keep dreaming I’m moving to Reykjavik I guess that country’s really Got under my skin Where the chemicals under the ground Aren’t the chemicals you find in town Rub that country All over my skin And the big blue sky is hanging over us Hell and earth are burning under us Don’t you ever feel grateful to be so small? So small? Is your violin a Stradivarius? Rock up to our house and play for us Don’t you ever feel grateful that nothing’s real? Northing’s real BBC wants our pictures of the snow From the microclimate zones Of a million mobile phones Zero degrees can be A hearth, a home, a heat Where the earth’s tectonic sheets Come apart between your feet And the earth sometimes makes our minds up for us Great inscrutable homunculus Don’t you ever feel grateful nothing’s your fault Not your fault And the day sometimes turns out disastrous Big blue sky still hanging over us Don’t you ever feel grateful To be so small? I keep dreaming I’m moving to Reykjavik Is that where happiness lies? I know where happiness lies Under the big blue sky

credits

released November 21, 2013

written/played/recorded and mixed by APR
except 8 written by Local Sports Team
with violins by Eleanor Tyrrell
and singing by Laura Roberts and Nicola Jones
mastered by Oli at Dreamtrak

photos by Andy, design by Croatoan, sleeve by ACD Sleeve

for Siân & Ari

thanks: Eleanor, Laura, Nicola, Oli, James, Tomos, David, Shane,
Adam, Liz, Fran, Mark Shape, Seb, and John Brainlove

© 2013 Andrew Paul Regan

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Andrew Paul Regan Wales, UK

Formerly known as Pagan Wanderer Lu, Andrew Paul Regan is a songwriter from South Wales who owns a computer.

His new work under his own name continues the tradition of witty, wise songwriting, catchy tunes and playful experimentation.

New album 'Dinas Powys' released 21/11/2013

See also: paganwandererlu.bandcamp.com
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