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We are the Art Making Animals
And this is what we made
Yes we are the Art Making Animals
And this is what we made
This is what we made
David Hockney took his iPad
And painted spring in bloom
One year on and livings harder
Spring feels overdue
Kurtis Cobain took his Mustang
And wrote his song In Bloom
It's a pretty song
With no real meaning
But I like to sing along
I like to sing along
I like to shoot my gun
Coz we are the Art Making Animals
And this is what we made
Yes, we are the Art Making Animals
And this is what we made
Can you hear the diamonds sing
Like a bird inside your room
Can You
See the colours in a choir
Like the rainbows in a spring
Can You
Walk and talk with older men
And taste everything they’ve seen
Can you run
With a child’s eyes
And feel the earth
And all its spring
Richard Huxley
Hoped so much we’d
Die hearts out in bloom
Well we saw though April
But May was hateful
Hope springs eternal in june
Springs eternal in june
Were still marching on through
Methley
Kirkstall
Moortown
Harrogate
Hove!
Coz we are the Art Making Animals
And this is what we made
Yes, we are the Art Making Animals
And this is what we made
And it's not too late
It's not too late
It's not too late
No it's not too late
It's not too late,
It's not too late
It's not too late
No it's not too late
Coz we are the Art Making Animals
And this is what we made
Yes, we are the Art Making Animals
And this is what we made
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Mannequin
04:19
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I have tried on this week fifteen versions of me
Then I found one that fit but I breathed and it split
That last version of me felt so damn cheap
So please God slip me some skin
Breath life into this mannequin
Oh Mannequin dressed as me
Project an emoji onto this skull
Make me more emotional
Cause inside I’m hunger and hope and wire
Make outside from bones and eyes and fire
Yes inside I’m hunger and hope and wire
Make outside from bones and eyes and fire
Oh Mannequin dressed as me
I saw Taylor Swift writ neat in the peat
On the top of mount Kinder Scout
I saw The Clash writ large in lava
Inside the crater of Mount Etna
I saw the Stone Roses writ in mill stone grit, such wit
Among the tags at Armscliffe Crags
Maybe it’s a calling to a version of me
Maybe it's a cairn to way-mark my way
Maybe it guides me to upland and woodland
Through boreal taiga to wide open moorland
Maybe it draws me to sea cliff and wonder
Through deserts and glaciers and featureless tundra
Maybe i’ll follow those great piles of rock
That way-mark the pilgrims to the giants of pop
Or maybe i'll stumble on stumbling blocks
Or maybe you’ll follow and maybe you’ll flock
To the trig point altars at the mountain top
And there will be standing
For the whole world to see
A mannequin
Dressed as me
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Old man
Takes your hand
In a way
That helps him to stand
He’s enjoyed the sensation
Of inebriation
He’s got a Last wish
And he needs you there
Mmm mmm mmm
30 years since he’s held her gaze
But something changed in those final days
They avoid the conversation of
Intoxication
He gets a last wish
As they say goodbye
She meets his eyes
With the parting line
We must
Do this again
We must
Do this again
We must
Do this again
Soon
I know the love a ghost brings, I know
I know the love a ghost brings, I know
I know the love a ghost brings
Know the love a ghost brings
Enough to cope with most things
That I know
Black coffee
Belly laughs at my jokes
Two hundred pack
Of Super King smokes
He’s paid the taxation
In discolouration
It’s not a good time
To be atheist
But I think I’ll stick
I’m playing chess on your old ipad
You see the good days on this graph
It charts every move
The tumour has made
It’s checkmate in four
And he belly laughs
“How are you feeling John?” “Goooood!”
As he takes my hand
For one last stand
We must
Do this again
We must
Do this again
We must
Do this again
Soon
I know the love a ghost brings, I know
I know the love a ghost brings, I know
I know the love a ghost brings
Know the love a ghost brings
Enough to cope with most things
That I know
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Paper Chains
03:55
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I spent Christmas in a shuriken snow globe
What you need is a towelling bathrobe
Throwing stars at the family photos
Shooting cards with a crucifix cross bow
We held together those Christmas days
Held together with sticky tape
We held together just long enough
Like paper chains
We spent Christmas in our dressing gown cords
Should a present be grounds for divorce?
Slicing us open like samurai swords
You had to open that Lidl cheese board
We held together those Christmas days
Held together with Sticky tape
We held together those Christmas days
Held together with silly games
We held together those Christmas days
Held together with movie tapes
We held together just long enough
Like paper chains
Holding on tight
Like paper chains
Like the bell ringers
Like paper chains
Take the next line
Like paper chains
You carol singers
Be still child
Let your mind shine with love
Christmas time
Let the bells chime for us
Be still child
Amazon Prime is done
Learn to survive
25th of Decembers
To a still mind
Christmas surrenders
I spent Christmas swinging two crackers
Home alone I can deal with attackers
With crossed arms like double nunchakus
I’ll Die Hard fighting hijackers
We held together those Christmas days
Held together with sticky tape
We held together those Christmas days
Held together with silly games
We held together those Christmas days
Held together with movie tapes
We held together just long enough
Like paper chains
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5. |
Phosphenes Witches
02:14
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I've been learning about religion
I've been learning how to pray
If I tell him about the witches
Will he make them go away?
In time
He just might
I see colours when I’m dreaming
I see colours in the night
I close my eyes and hope to see them
When you tuck me in at night
And this time
The dream is mine
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6. |
Limitless
05:03
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I could have sworn we were limitless
When we were limitless
And how
You wore the crown
Of being loved
And now
I wear the crown
For both of us
I could have sworn
We were limitless
When we were limitless
Midnight
Just rambling
Wanderlust
I miss the breaths
Inbetween
Those thoughts
I could have sworn
They were limitless
When we were limitless
I could have sworn
We were limitless
(Go Mark!)
For the people of Greece
He will wear onion strings
For the people of Spain
He will eat all 12 grapes
For the Irish and Scouse
He’ll smash bread on your house
For Brazilianaires
Hell wear your bright underwear
For the people of
For those Puertorriqueños
He’ll throw water at ghosts
For Columbian mates
He will lift that suitcase
And at the top of his voice
He will shout every line
And with the biggest of smiles
We will sing Auld Lang Syne
Midnight
Just rambling
Wanderlust
I miss the breaths
Inbetween
Those thoughts
I could have sworn
They were limitless
I could have sworn
We were limitless
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7. |
Ballroom
03:36
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There’s a world within this invisible skin
There’s a world within this invisible skin
Attention nines
A ten has just arrived
Attention fives
A nine was just chastised
Your goddess is on high
Your goddess is on high
A myth upon arrival
No regrets for your delight
I throw the shapes that you catch
You catch the shapes that I throw
Sisters in transistors on that light fantastic toe
I throw the shapes that you catch
You catch the shapes that I throw
Daughters and transformers come and trip it as we go
I didn’t trip the light fantastic
It tripped over me
And that mirror in the ballroom
Is reflecting off of me
I didn’t trip the light fantastic
It tripped over me
And that mirror in the ballroom
Is reflecting off of me
It's a fine looking ballroom tonight
It's a fine looking ballroom tonight
It's a fine looking ballroom tonight
It's a fine looking ballroom tonight
Fellas with antennas
Devas with receivers
Guys with amplifiers
Multiport controllers
I didn’t trip the light fantastic
It tripped over me
And that mirror in the ballroom
Is reflecting off of me
I didn’t trip the light fantastic
It tripped over me
And that mirror in the ballroom
Is reflecting off of me
Take your shirt off Danny
Lose the tie
Band names and music halls
Posters on the bathroom walls
Bull clips on plywood boards
Cold stairs and painted floors
Hand slides on the factory walls
Skip steps as I fall towards
This nights ballroom doors
This nights ballroom doors
It's a fine looking ballroom tonight
It's a fine looking ballroom
It's a fine looking ballroom tonight
It's a fine looking ballroom
Your goddess has arrived
Your goddess has arrived
A myth upon arrival
No regrets for your delight
The night is young and fine
The night is yours and mine
Make room for me my people
Cause this ballroom needs some fire
I didn’t trip the light fantastic
It tripped over me
And that mirror in your ballroom
Is reflecting off of me
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Rocket Ship
02:47
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Morning light
Dip your eyes
Pretend like you never saw me
I’m alone
I’ll do the same
Let’s say these old curtains lied
Black framed in gold light
Coloured dreams of a child
Black mould lines the window
Like an old girlfriends eyes
Don’t move
Be still
Cocooned
In synthetic skin
Man made fibres within
Weightless
Drift
In my white-ish rocket ship
The smell of a couch
And a man
Who've given all they can
No small steps
No giant leaps
In this thermosphere
Of sleep
Our father, pray
Cover my feet
It’s fathers day
Let that be my treat
Dulled thought train
I recognise your haze
From synapse delays
From consecutive days
Of Mainlining wine
In my veins
Surrounded by empties
And stains
A handfuls of crisps that remain
Yeah
Weightless
And still
For now
Until
Floorboards thunder
Sleeping asunder
Cloaked from the kids
Two white rocket ships
Adrift in one space
Save the gravity that’s there
Who will we encounter
On the stair
Come on
One small step
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9. |
You Day
03:45
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This morning I chose
Not to snooze not to doze
Just woke up and rose
Took a stretch
Touched my toes
You Day
And then half an hour later
With the edge of my hand
I was slicing up mountains
Reforming them to land
You Day
Beautiful is, my friend of friends
Beautiful is, my friend of friends
Step aside and leave me to die
Step aside and leave me to die
Now I’m not intelligent
I’m not even smart
I know what I’m on about
What I’m on about is art
You Day
And then half and hour later
With the palm of my hand
I was holding aircraft
And forcing them to land
You Day
Beautiful is, my friend of friends
Beautiful is, my friend of friends
Step aside and leave me to die
Step aside and leave me to die
Take the credit for what you do
And now what you buy
Step aside
And leave me to die
Now
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Driving up to Blakey Paul's
Driving snow on Yorkshire Moors
Only two cars would make it that night
Only two would have tried
Turn the volume up on keys
Give us more I beg you please
Forward rolls at the front of the stage
Never act your age
You are the members
Of my most amazing memories
Roo is standing by my side
With a dial to turn down time
It’s running up that hill when we stop
A perfect moment in pop
Open top bus all the way
To the moors and Runswick Bay
Take my hand we’ll make it I swear
We will live on a prayer
Oooh, we're halfway there
You are the soundtrack
To my most amazing memories
You are the members
Of my most amazing memories
Wish I had friends like mine
Young before their time
Sad captains one and all
Hold out your arms to them all
Wow Wow, Wow
Isn’t it amazing
A little bit amazing
Isn’t it amazing
A little bit amazing
Wow, Wow, Wow
Isn’t it amazing
A little bit amazing
Wow, Wow, Wow
On top of Old Peculiar stew
Grab a Cointreau and follow Lu
Gargle, shake then swallow and suck
“Now, dance to Beat It luv”
Finding drinks with divining poles
Doing Heimlich on sausage rolls
Leave a memory bench that just says
“We never slept in the beds.”
You are the soundtrack
To my most amazing memories
You are the members
Of my most amazing memories
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YOOF
06:06
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Is it alright
Is it alright
If I just dance
Dance away
Is it alright
If I just dance
I just dance and you don’t talk
I just dance and you don’t talk
Is it alright if I just talk
And I just dance
And you don’t talk
Is it alright if I
Is it alright if I just talk
Is it alright if I
Is it alright if I just talk
I just dance and you don’t talk
Is alright if I just talk
I just dance and you don’t talk
Is it alright
I just dance and you don’t talk
These are great days we're living in
A prosperous age
Counterpoint is the key
Describing pain like the way I see you dance
Describing loss like a surfer on a wave
Thin lines are drawn
Like the contours of regret
What is lost if I say yes
Two losers agree
There are no winners
We’ll be sitting in the curved glass window of a pub
A clear indication that were no longer the cool club
Searching for meaning like the switch on a light
Quiet desperation
The worst of all kinds
But the YOOF are still out here
They come out to meet me before I forget what I came out for
Sadder than the eyes of the girl in the chip shop
Sadder than goodbyes of an old pair of flip flops
But were spineless on mass
Think of the ones they’ll lay to rest
The ones that speak fiercely as if each word was their last
The ones that do good with there every last breath
I'm not one of them
But I’m doing my best
Hello my brother
I’m sorry to burden you
But I don’t think you know the pain that I’m in
These are the words I couldn’t manage
These are the words that caused the damage
The boys behind the bar are more beautiful than art
But the toilets stink like piss
And the musics hit and miss
Its me or the ultimatums
You can’t have both
It's impossible not to love someone who brings you hot buttered toast
I’m a mother, life is tough, but I’m tougher
I’m a father, life is hard, but I’m harder
You hammer through life like a power drill
Screwing everything up
Everything in your way
But we don’t talk about it
Is it alright if I just talk
We were a double a-side
Two stamps with tiny perforations between
Life tore us apart and gave us a first class tongue lashing
I’m sick of rowing
And kowtowing
It feels like someone dragged a knife across my heart
Across my eyes
And then across my heart again
It feels like someone dragged a knife across my heart
Across my eyes
And then across my heart again
It feels like someone dragged a knife across my heart
Across my eyes
And then across my heart again
But now look at me shine
Hands up if you can see me
Hands up if you believe in me
And if talking is love
I could live right here in this hug
The YOOF are still out here
The YOOF are still out here
The YOOF are still out here
The YOOF are still out here
These are great days we're living in
A prosperous age
Counterpoint is the key
Then it's the latest conspiracy
In the post truth society
In Arcade Fire's age of anxiety
And then we embrace
And walk our separate ways
And in a moment of silence
I reflect on the conversations of today
And I find some peace
And connection
And I feel everything is OK
Cause if talking is love
I could live forever in that hug
And if dancing is love
I could dance forever in that club
And if listening is love
I can’t thank you enough x
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Art Making Animals Leeds, UK
Art Making Animals are Ben Denison and Mark Parrini.
We started “making noise with friends”
over 20 years ago with a plan to write an album one song a year.
20 years of friendship later we have finally finished what we started.
Art Making Animals is about the joy of making music with close and trusted friends, and what a joy it has been.
And if listening is love, we can’t thank you enough.
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