Seaside Hipster Nightmare

by Dan Tindall

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1.
It’s a cheap café with cheap plastic chairs Seen better days but oh nobody cares A hipster came and ripped out all the plaster Declared it an ironical disaster But he failed to read the writing on the wall And so began his hilarious downfall The bijou bistro comrades say The promenade is the place to play And poster paint the brightly coloured walls So walk amongst us proud and free Delighting in our company And so begins your delirious downfall
2.
See you on the fairground Empty but for spectres Maybe you’ll direct us To play another tune Sing your way to freedom Hanging from the bunting Hunting down the hangman Swinging from a cord Carry me across the blue And land me in that broken zoo Carry me to paradise You don’t have to ask me twice See you at the station Stealing all the faces Waving at the goodbye Lovers on the wall Run along the platform Empty but for warnings The world is a conundrum Bitterly you cry Carry me across the blue And land me in that broken zoo Carry me to paradise You don’t have to ask me twice
3.
I went down to the river And much to my surprise The Baptist and his Brother Had both been hypnotised And broken by the Butterfly And smothered by disguise Plastic smiles for a thousand miles Such a weary appetite He likes his ego rubbed up a little every day That’s how the old man likes to play It’s immaterial what you say He’ll give it a thumbs up anyway And break down like the battered buoy That marks the deepest lies A thousand leagues that he believes Survive his deadly bite
4.
Old Ham 02:12
I see Old Ham is on the Gram He’s indignant and esurient He’s a clever fella with an escape plan Got his eyes on the prize and a bottle in his hand North wind blew his mind inshore Like god-kings in the days of yore Now you can buy him in the store Worthless now and evermore I see Old Ham is on the Gram He’s indignant and esurient He’s a clever fella with an escape plan Got his eyes on the prize and a bottle in his hand Wisdom taught him those who pray To something different every day Are the first to run away Back to the mother with the feet of clay I see Old Ham is on the Gram He’s indignant and esurient He’s a clever fella with an escape plan Got his eyes on the prize and a bottle in his hand Empires come and empires go In the blink of an eye or deadly slow He has seen them ebb and flow Caught in the light of a sunset glow I see Old Ham is on the Gram He’s indignant and esurient He’s a clever fella with an escape plan Got his eyes on the prize and a bottle in his hand
5.
Out of summer skies he fell A wretched loser straight from hell All his crimes were listed in his eye As he stopped to say hello Folks were dying down below And all the world was bleeding with despair And no-one knew his name Or from whence he came And he is not to blame But they’ll kill him just the same
6.
Civilians 02:03
There’s nothing civil in this civil society Goodbye mercy, love, justice and piety There’s nothing civil in this civil society Now tell me we’ve been here before How did you find me? By accident mostly How did you find me? Well maybe some guesswork How did you find me? By accident mostly Now tell me we’ve been here before Perfect dereliction Metaphorically dead Your wristband turns from green to red Perfect dereliction And emphatically dead Now tell me we’ve been here before
7.
Raven 02:17
He looked out of the darkness and perceived that there was light Hidden from this midnight Eden, locked within a Russian doll And nothing but pure trickery would serve to set it free So he resolved to find it, went drifting slowly down to earth Behind a simple temple wall, where children run and fathers call Our hero-villain spiralled in, the oldest of the boss’s kin And though he had a hawkish eye, still his father loved him well And gave to him a silver key that would unlock the brightest hell Imagine this, I ask you dear-listener to contemplate The way the fate of simple men is governed by sheer accident As such our hero found his prize and, much bedazzled, threw it skyward Demons are discomfited, the rest of us ‘O Happy Day!’
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Daybreak 02:16
You’ll be awake when the morning comes around You’ll be awake when the morning comes around You’ll be awake when the morning comes around So don’t Fall Down You’ll be awake when the morning comes around You’ll be awake when the morning comes around You’ll be awake when the morning comes around So don’t Fall Down

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Some lo-fi acoustic folky-song-poems written and recorded July - September 2020.

Guitars in various tunings, some harmonica and melodica - these are the backdrop to concise stories inspired by the ongoing strange, satirical and profoundly disturbing events of 2020.

The lyrics are included here for those who like that sort of thing (and even for those who don't).

Stay safe and forget nothing...

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released September 30, 2020

written and recorded by Dan Tindall

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Dan Tindall Belfast, UK

Dan Tindall is an acoustic folk guitarist and songwriter from the North of Ireland who has gigged and recorded both as a solo artist and with various bands, most notably the anti-folk combo 'Lo-Fi Fun Factory'. His music has been played on both local and national radio in the UK and Ireland. He is the founder of the netlabel ‘Prosity Records’. ... more

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