Nothing To Wear

by dwarf band

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1.
THE MAN WITH NO NAME Nobody knows my name and I doubt if I'll ever tell I'll keep on playing my game Don't care even if they know me well I like being a mystery in keeping with history My mind is a well-sealed book Anonymous person They have to judge me by my look Don't call me, I may not answer you Or you won't hear me and what I say won't be true Don't make me speak to reveal myself Don't you force me, I'll tell you I'm someone else Don't call me, don't force me, don't ask me For my name I'm the man with no name, I'm the man with no name Call me what you will, to me it's all the same I'm the man with no name, I'm the man with no name Call me what you will, to me it's all the same Don't ask me, for my name Friends drop by and ask me, how are you going boy I ask who they refer to To answer with pain or joy The eagle who's flying, or a lizard who's lying Hiding there under his rock They look so strange I know I have to take stock Don't call me, I may not answer you Or you won't hear me, and what I say won't be true Don't make me speak to reveal myself Don't you force me, I'll tell you I'm someone else Don't call me, don't force me, don't ask me For my name I'm the man with no name, I'm the man with no name Call me what you will, to me it's all the same I'm the man with no name, I'm the man with no name Call me what you will, to me it's all the same I'm the man with no name, I'm the man with no name Call me what you will, to me it's all the same I'm the man with no name, I'm the man with no name Call me what you will, to me it's all the same I'm the man with no name, I'm the man with no name Call me what you will, to me it's all the same I'm the man, the man, I'm the man with no name I'm the man, the man, the man with no name I'm the man...tell me friend, tell me what you think of that Tell me what you think of that, I've got no name I'm the man, I'm the man with no name No name, no, no, no name brand, no name brand man that's my style Oh yeah yeah, I'm the man, the man, the man with no name
2.
04:03
RECURRENCE (SKIN & BONES) I'm in circles, running circles I'm in circles within time Endless sequence, so frustrating All is shifting and the thread is fine You can find me, by the water Near the fountain of your youth Don't deny me, if I've caught her On the mountain speaking truth You'll be waiting, ever-waiting You'll be waiting for all time I'll be searching, ever-searching Always searching for a sign Then I'll glimpse you, through the doorway Down the corridor I run In a room there, on the floor lay Your 'kerchief in a shaft of sun Take the water down the valley, to the graveyard, wash the stones Heaven help you, if you dally, they will have you skin and bones And the dream goes on, goes round and round I know my role and I have to lose The thread runs through, a soulful sound I rendezvous but the object moves away I rendezvous but the object moves away 'Cross the river, my destination I need to swim, but the current's strong Paralyzed, procrastination The moon rides high, night wears on So many times I've tried and blundered On this quest that I've begun I am frightened, crashing thunder Don't be angry if I run Take the message to our leaders, every hope depends on you We believe that you can free us, God knows we believe in you Take the water down the valley, to the graveyard, wash the stones Heaven help you, if you dally, they will have you skin and bones And the dream goes on, goes round and round I know my role and I have to lose The thread runs through, a soulful sound I rendezvous but the object moves away I rendezvous but the object moves away I rendezvous but the object moves away
3.
04:36
IDIOT NEWS What's on the news, what's on the idiot box Look at his tie, what colour are his socks What's on the news, what's on the pacifier Thousands of channels, none ever satisfies you They're not concerned with finding the facts at all They have to keep to ensuring the ratings don't fall Look at her hair, she sure looks good tonight Dazzling teeth, she never looks a fright He's so urbane, house-person's superman They needn't know, he's one guy she cannot stand They're not concerned with knowing the facts at all They are absorbed, ensuring the ratings won't fall Ah, the TV - set the people free from this slavery Kill the TV, let the people see, the fraud, that's the TV What's on the news, look here's another monster We'll cross there live, first we'll cross to our sponsor Why turn to crime: reporter to wanted man I'll do my time, you wouldn't understand You're not concerned with finding the facts at all You'll do your time, ensuring the ratings don't fall Ah, the TV - set the people free from this slavery Kill the TV, let the people see, the fraud - Kill the TV - set the people free from this slavery Ah, the TV, let the people see, the fraud, that's the TV
4.
03:29
BRAIN-DEAD Don't you dream about the life you could pursue! (?) Don't you think about the things you'd like to do! (?) Don't you feel there may be relief! (?) Remem-mem-mem-mem-member the thought police! Thought police are always near, thought police instilling fear Thought police are killing dreams, they'll lock you away And make you stay where no-one hears your screams Don't you dare to talk about your new ideas! (?) Don't you dare to voice one of your inner fears! (?) Don't you dare express your belief! (?) Lest you bring the thought police! Thought police are everywhere, thought police aren't paid to care If you falter just one time, they'll lock you away And make you pay for stepping out of line Don't forget the thought police They will hold you there is no release Remember well the thought police Their vigilance will never cease Thought police are in your head, living there while you're brain-dead They don't exist unless you wish, and can't lock you away Nor make you stay where you can't take a (risk) Thought police are everywhere, in your mind and in your hair Thought police are always near, waiting there instilling fear Thought police are in your head, I call to see if you're brain-dead Thought police are in your head, I call to see if you're brain-dead Thought police are in your head, I just called to see if you're, brain-dead
5.
02:50
GYPSY MOTH He went down to Beggars' Farm Jethro couldn't come to harm He wandered off the platter as the record played They took him to another place There he set a frantic pace He walked out the door with no changes made Gypsy moth must fly away, Gypsy moth will never age Gypsy do what you must, Gypsy moth I'm telling you... I wouldn't mind your Gypsy view I could stand in Gypsy shoes Gy-ypsy, where are you? Gy-ypsy, I could be a Gypsy too A Gypsy moth just like you Back at home in the record store Plants of theirs were what he saw He ran out of town before the powers failed Central plains, coastal blows Whereabouts no-one knows Wandering the landscape as the dawn sky pales Gypsy moth must fly away, Gypsy moth will never age Gypsy do what you must, Gypsy moth I'm telling you... I could stand in Gypsy shoes I could be a Gypsy too A Gypsy moth just like you - And never mind, you will find somewhere good to be
6.
NEVER AN ADULT Tell me how do you feel when there's no-one near To hear your tale at the end of the day It's a hollow kind of feeling And how do you feel when your childhood dreams Are torn to pieces in every which way It sends your mind a-reeling And how do you feel when you face the fact She won't be back, the end is the worst A love that once had sparkled And how do you feel when deep brown eyes Show no surprise, you thought you'd be first Instead you wind up startled And you cry-y, cry-y, you cry without a sound You cry-y, cry-y, like a baby so helpless and down A-ll the way down You cry-y, cry-y, you cry in selfish grief You cry-y, cry-y, you cry for lost belief Cr-y, just for relief And how do you feel with an old friend gone You must go on, you thought you'd first And you think of your achievements And how do you feel, looking back - The total lack, with time now the curse You are your own impedance You cry-y, cry-y, you cry without a tear You cry-y, cry-y, like a baby your focus is near Your focus on death and on fear You die-ie, die-ie, you die without a sound You die-ie, die-ie, and one more time, you go around Like a baby, at last you go down From a baby it's all the way down
7.
SHOULDN'T DO......NO RELIGION I'd take the mountain to Mohammed, if I only could Take the mountain to Mohammed, if I knew how high it stood I'd take a chillum to Shiva, he would say that's good Take a chillum to Shiva, lift off the cobra hood I'd take a crown of thorns to Jesus, he would say I should Take a crown of thorns to Jesus, and a cross of balsa wood I don't need anyone, to tell me how to live I don't need anyone, to show me what I can give I don't need any book, to tell me what is good I don't need any priest to tell me what I should And shouldn't do oo-oo-oo-ooh, shouldn't do oo-oo-oo-ooh Shouldn't do-ooh, the truth is there within you Shouldn't do-ooh, the truth it lies within you Shouldn't do-ooh, the truth is there within you Within you I'd take a clay pot to Guatama, he would laugh and stare Break the clay pot for Guatama, he would gently rough my hair He would say I'm not a reader, not a teacher or a sage Every book and every leader, must be one to suit their age I don't need anyone, to tell me how to live I don't need anyone, to show me what I can give I don't need any book, to tell me what is good I don't need any priest to tell me what I should And shouldn't do oo-oo-oo-ooh, shouldn't do oo-oo-oo-ooh Shouldn't do-ooh, the truth is there within you Shouldn't do-ooh, the truth it lies within you Shouldn't do-ooh, the truth is there within you Shouldn't do-ooh, the truth is there within you
8.
03:30
THE LIFTER I was sad in tropic grey I met a strange man near the bay He said you shouldn't be so glum If you've a buck you'll find a chum You'll be feeling better in a little while A bottle of bitter, then there's a little smile You'll be feeling better in a little while After the first sinks in After the truth sets in When you accept a new-found friend By midday we were feeling fine All my worries at least were mine My friend passed to another bar His work carried him afar You'll be feeling better in a little while A bottle of bitter, then there's a little smile You'll be feeling better in a little while After the first sinks in After the truth sets in When you accept a new-found friend We dare to share, we care for rocks and sand We dream, our theme, is we're part of our land I returned home a better man Blessed with much, I know I am My friend's name I never knew He had far too much to do You'll be feeling better in a little while A bottle of bitter, then there's a little smile You'll be feeling better in a little while After the first sinks in After the truth sets in You'll be feeling better in a little while A bottle of bitter, then there's a little smile You'll be feeling better in a little while After the first sinks in After the truth sets in You'll be feeling better in a little while A bottle of bitter, then there's a little smile You'll be feeling better in a little while After the first sinks in After the truth sets in
9.
03:10
OUT OF PLACE I left alone, the darkest night I might as well have had no sight I hankered for the faintest light I had no coat, the seeping cold A creeping doubt, I was losing hold The eerie silence, a sudden sound A hint of violence, all around Picked up a stone, I called it a friend I knew then I was truly alone I came to see my true significance in the end I knew well my insignificance in the plan Out of site, and out of mind Out of place and out of time Foreign land with my stone in sweaty hand I understand my true significance in the plan A growling dog, a muffled yelp I draw my shoulders into myself I know I'm out there, far beyond help Touch the edge of my companion the stone Think of the warmth of fire and home The eerie silence, a sudden sound A hint of violence, all around Finger the stone, my trusty new friend I know then I am truly alone I know well my true significance in the end I feel as small as an ant at the bottom of Uluru Out of place as a missionary preaching in Kakadu Out of depth as a white man stranded on the gibber plain I know well my insignificance
10.
04:31
HEROINE This is a novel way to start a story 'Bout a laid-back lady who gained her glory She never was wasted, she never was spiked She always tasted and knew what she liked She was the heroine, she always stayed calm Purest heroine, gave me a shot in the arm The heroine, who could fix anything Lovely heroine, she always rushed in Where angels and saints fear to tread All men have to face her with dread The spear is the key to her art: To pierce the stoutest man's heart She's the heroine, she stays on the tracks Hero's heroine, she repels all attacks The heroine, who is never asleep Magic heroine, she can stealthily creep Into dreams or to moments more real A lover who lives by her feel She works with a needle and thread For sewing the souls of the dead She's the heroine, who denies all distress Perfect heroine, she's the ideal mistress Fearless heroine, both rider and horse Oh heroine, inexhaustible source My heroine, wondrous heroine Ah, heroine, my heroine Heroine, purer than snow My heroine, I go where you go Heroine, gentle and slow Heroine, I know yes I know Heroine, purer than snow My heroine, I go where you go Heroine, heroine, heroine, hero-ine Heroine, heroine, heroine, hero-ine
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SOMETHING GOOD TO WEAR We are poor, never sure where our next meal's coming from We are poor, never sure where our next meal's coming from But never mind, I will find you something good to wear Never mind, I will find you something good to wear And you will have your hair cut in the latest style Elegant dress to match your beautiful smile Our own dreams, we won't fall apart You are a person with heart, I can follow Who is poor? I am sure, I don't need to score Who is poor, I don't need to score They are poor, never sure which of thirty shirts he should wear They are poor, never sure which of thirty skirts she should wear But never mind, you will find they look immaculate But never mind, every time, they look immaculate 'Cause they will have their fair share of the taxes they paid Super plans, neatly laid Their fair share of the illness this brings Cling to a life that has long become hollow Who is poor? I am sure, I don't need to score Who is poor, I don't need to score Who is poor, I don't need to score And never mind, I will find you something good to wear Never mind, I will find you something good to wear And you will have your hair cut in the latest style Elegant dress to match your beautiful smile Our own dreams, we won't fall apart You are a person with heart, I can follow And never mind, you will find, something good to wear

about

THE dwarf band / KELLAWAY SAGA (continued from 'Wind In Your Sail' )

When the third album was half done, Alf entered a new phase of song-writing, with the adoption of Jammer software, enabling a decidedly limited musician the luxury of composing backtracks, albeit crude ones. Drums, bass, Hammond and some awful other rhythm tracks provided the possibility of setting up the basics and refining song structures to some degree, before entering the studio. The Casio but a memory, Alf was now basing all his songs on a rough and ready guitar playing style, which could perhaps be more likened to drumming on strings. This lent itself to more songs beginning with electrics or keyboards and John’s patented Maton wall was no longer the go-to building block.

And so the dwarf band edged more into rock territory, with a number of songs depending less on the layers of acoustics and harmonies that had thus far been their trademark, but still the tinges of country and balladeering remained. The band with no name featuring the songs of the man with no name: no-name brand, man, that’s their style.

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released June 30, 1995

Songs and vocals: Alf Davies

Backing vocals, acoustic 6 & 12 string Matons, mandolin: John Dean

All other instruments, engineering & arrangements, all aspects of production: Ken Stephenson

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