Dinas Powys

by Andrew Paul Regan

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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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Track Name: A Classic Album, Loved By Millions
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
Track Name: Fine Lines
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
Track Name: Empathy 101
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
Track Name: Time Crisis, 1982
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?
Track Name: Foreign Players
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....
Track Name: Axioms
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
Track Name: Under the Wallpaper (part 3)
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
Track Name: Light Pollution II
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
Track Name: The Big Blue Sky
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