Knobs
Recorded between October 2010 and June 2011, Knobs was edited from live sessions. The music was performed without computers, the recording and editing were done using REAPER. The performers were Bill Cargill and Manus Pitt with guests Mark Bothwick, Luis Priace, Louis Tompkins and Dino Christodoulou.
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Spray Bearings
Produced in the summer of 2010, Spray Bearings was edited from live sessions. The music was performed without computers, the recording and editing were done using REAPER. The performers were Bill Cargill, Manus Pitt and Mark Bothwick with guest Richard Whitehead.
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Home Made Tank
Written and produced by Mark Bothwick, Bill Cargill and Manus Pitt. Recorded live at 1N44 studio, UWE Bristol in Summer 2009.
Lyrics
Home Made Tank
Home made tank
built from debris and junk
who knows?
will it implode?
will it implode?
will it implode?
drug it to the crest of the bank and then
then let it go
then let it go
then let it go
we know its no professional porter
kitted out juggernaut
it doesn't come with air support nor is it to be asking for
home made tank
evidently bespoke
will it unfold?
will it unfold?
will it unfold?
drag it to the best battlefront you've got
and let it go
and let it go
and let it go
it might proceed with faltering motion
cannon may fail to roar
armour may prove to be a misnomer
its not a major flaw
in a home made tank
for a brand name war
built from debris and junk
who knows?
will it implode?
will it implode?
will it implode?
drug it to the crest of the bank and then
then let it go
then let it go
then let it go
we know its no professional porter
kitted out juggernaut
it doesn't come with air support nor is it to be asking for
home made tank
evidently bespoke
will it unfold?
will it unfold?
will it unfold?
drag it to the best battlefront you've got
and let it go
and let it go
and let it go
it might proceed with faltering motion
cannon may fail to roar
armour may prove to be a misnomer
its not a major flaw
in a home made tank
for a brand name war
Pangolin The Annihilator
There they are encumbered by the grief destruction's wake reveals
surely someone knows who
could do? would do?
Ashes of the few remains
disperse upon the
ill wind that moans
revenge revenge
PANGOLIN
PANGOLIN THE ANNIHILATOR
MUTANT AND RAPACIOUS
PANGO HUNGRY PANGO EAT
Those that have escaped its tongue
declare its tail fifty feet long
talons huge and dreadful,
said so, said so
Horny scales protect its back
around its neck a
price tag
that goes to the beheader of
PANGOLIN
PANGOLIN THE ANNIHILATOR
TOXIC EXCAVATOR
PANGO HUNGRY PANGO EAT
Its a pretty penny for a freak
that likes a public meal
woe to those that say so
Pango's name alone inspires the
kids to freeze
and eat their greens
curb their behaviour
PANGOLIN
PANGOLIN THE ANNIHILATOR
TERROTISTIC SPECTRE
PANGO HUNGRY PANGO EAT
surely someone knows who
could do? would do?
Ashes of the few remains
disperse upon the
ill wind that moans
revenge revenge
PANGOLIN
PANGOLIN THE ANNIHILATOR
MUTANT AND RAPACIOUS
PANGO HUNGRY PANGO EAT
Those that have escaped its tongue
declare its tail fifty feet long
talons huge and dreadful,
said so, said so
Horny scales protect its back
around its neck a
price tag
that goes to the beheader of
PANGOLIN
PANGOLIN THE ANNIHILATOR
TOXIC EXCAVATOR
PANGO HUNGRY PANGO EAT
Its a pretty penny for a freak
that likes a public meal
woe to those that say so
Pango's name alone inspires the
kids to freeze
and eat their greens
curb their behaviour
PANGOLIN
PANGOLIN THE ANNIHILATOR
TERROTISTIC SPECTRE
PANGO HUNGRY PANGO EAT
In Uniform
First it takes the traits it hates
presses, combs them into shape
scrapes and straightens creases, smoothes
then its thoughts accordingly improve
Steeped in the reflecting pool
every feature soluble
rinsed and smothered in the folds
to the fold
relinquish control
Invincible
invisible
in numbers indivisible
in uniform
Let the muscle form a wall
opaque and impossible
visored dark a shielding for
flash of doubt or culpability
charge it up and let it go
tide of brute instruction
make compassion first to fall
this the cousin
of the coward
Invincible
invisible
in numbers indivisible
in uniform
presses, combs them into shape
scrapes and straightens creases, smoothes
then its thoughts accordingly improve
Steeped in the reflecting pool
every feature soluble
rinsed and smothered in the folds
to the fold
relinquish control
Invincible
invisible
in numbers indivisible
in uniform
Let the muscle form a wall
opaque and impossible
visored dark a shielding for
flash of doubt or culpability
charge it up and let it go
tide of brute instruction
make compassion first to fall
this the cousin
of the coward
Invincible
invisible
in numbers indivisible
in uniform
Pallet
All those films that you have watched
twenty four frames a second
load the pallet
all those books that you consumed
every page a-flutter
load the pallet
all that music in your head
spinning ephemera
load the pallet
all the culture you imbibe
fortifies your swagger
load the pallet
now your tastes have been effaced
spat out, stacked, sent packing,
now your tongues don't run so long
what's there left to tell?
all approval you admit
all the criticism
load the pallet
all the arguments you win
don't improve a thing
load the pallet
now your tastes have been effaced
spat out, stacked, sent packing,
now your tongues don't run so long
what's there left to tell?
twenty four frames a second
load the pallet
all those books that you consumed
every page a-flutter
load the pallet
all that music in your head
spinning ephemera
load the pallet
all the culture you imbibe
fortifies your swagger
load the pallet
now your tastes have been effaced
spat out, stacked, sent packing,
now your tongues don't run so long
what's there left to tell?
all approval you admit
all the criticism
load the pallet
all the arguments you win
don't improve a thing
load the pallet
now your tastes have been effaced
spat out, stacked, sent packing,
now your tongues don't run so long
what's there left to tell?
The Great Yawning
skipping cross the chasms
glossing over voids
sense the breadth above us
see what's left below
stumbling by the warnings
stop relight and draw
start the hacking hawing
spit the glue and tar, we're
SOON TO BE
RELEASED FROM THE GREAT YAWNING
SINK OF GLUT MONOTONY
floating on the flotsam
gliding through the ooze
sense the depths so unctuous
oily sucking hosts
scuttle past the sentries
listing listlessly
hide the flaring itches
cross where no one sees, we're
SOON TO BE
RELEASED FROM THE GREAT YAWNING
SINK OF BLANK FUTILITY
try to hold, act natural
try not to run
try to calm agitation
if asked, reply
where you going? nowhere
glossing over voids
sense the breadth above us
see what's left below
stumbling by the warnings
stop relight and draw
start the hacking hawing
spit the glue and tar, we're
SOON TO BE
RELEASED FROM THE GREAT YAWNING
SINK OF GLUT MONOTONY
floating on the flotsam
gliding through the ooze
sense the depths so unctuous
oily sucking hosts
scuttle past the sentries
listing listlessly
hide the flaring itches
cross where no one sees, we're
SOON TO BE
RELEASED FROM THE GREAT YAWNING
SINK OF BLANK FUTILITY
try to hold, act natural
try not to run
try to calm agitation
if asked, reply
where you going? nowhere
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Laser Jerk
Written and produced by Mark Bothwick and Bill Cargill with drumming by Mark Whatley. Recorded live in Redfield, Bristol during Summer 2008.
Lyrics
SuperUser
Take apart your iPod
there you’ll surely find
lots of tiny chips and bits
the emblems of your ignorance
like the new computer
where did it come from?
could you use the internet
to fill you in on the unknown?
Who says when its fun: the user
Ichi number one the user
who can turn it on and
summon the audacity
to fulfil this capacity
you sir, now.
Satellites in orbit
silently they beam
all the TV shows you like
and when you call just to say hi
take electric current
where does it come from?
could the BBC website
provide the source of electrons?
Who says when its fun: the user
Ichi number one the user
who can turn it on and
summon the audacity
to fulfil this capacity
you sir, now.
Super user
future mover
no-one’s newer
nor knows best.
there you’ll surely find
lots of tiny chips and bits
the emblems of your ignorance
like the new computer
where did it come from?
could you use the internet
to fill you in on the unknown?
Who says when its fun: the user
Ichi number one the user
who can turn it on and
summon the audacity
to fulfil this capacity
you sir, now.
Satellites in orbit
silently they beam
all the TV shows you like
and when you call just to say hi
take electric current
where does it come from?
could the BBC website
provide the source of electrons?
Who says when its fun: the user
Ichi number one the user
who can turn it on and
summon the audacity
to fulfil this capacity
you sir, now.
Super user
future mover
no-one’s newer
nor knows best.
Nugatoid
It used to do what it's told to
it used to play by the rules
now it just sits there remotely
making him feel a fool
when the power’s gone a new race emerges
much like the old one but
without backbones
scratching head clones
called the nugatoid
She used to do what she's told to
but her machine ceased to speak
locked all her files in e-limbo
not a bleep
and all her backups are useless
since all the lasers are dull
now cyberspace is a quiet place
uneventful
when the tank’s on E a new race emerges
much like you and me but
stripped of cell phones
and their headphones
called the nugatoid
They’ll rub their sticks together
and huddle tightly
they’ll pray that someone works out
how to get the lights on
how to get the lights on
how to get the lights on
and who to blame, who to blame
when the juice is spent a new race emerges
wondering where it went and
what to do for
food and shelter
called the nugatoid
it used to play by the rules
now it just sits there remotely
making him feel a fool
when the power’s gone a new race emerges
much like the old one but
without backbones
scratching head clones
called the nugatoid
She used to do what she's told to
but her machine ceased to speak
locked all her files in e-limbo
not a bleep
and all her backups are useless
since all the lasers are dull
now cyberspace is a quiet place
uneventful
when the tank’s on E a new race emerges
much like you and me but
stripped of cell phones
and their headphones
called the nugatoid
They’ll rub their sticks together
and huddle tightly
they’ll pray that someone works out
how to get the lights on
how to get the lights on
how to get the lights on
and who to blame, who to blame
when the juice is spent a new race emerges
wondering where it went and
what to do for
food and shelter
called the nugatoid
Pop Ex
black smoke, no hawks retreating
dark blood to liquid sky
machines in twisted heaps sleep
corroding by and by
cracked earth and tattered glory
the battered lands give sigh
their foe lies slain and silent
the carrion crows fly
once mighty towers tumbled
unto the dirt they bow
great bridges spanning oceans
leave stubs for gulls to prowl
the roads that sped the progress
are fading scars from high
the engines rust and crumble
whilst ravens wheel unkind
no standard raised with eagle
no flag with lion proud
no reconciliation
no mourners moan aloud
look now the shroud is lfting
dead dodos self extinct
and closer still the gleaming
coins and cheery trinkets wink
dark blood to liquid sky
machines in twisted heaps sleep
corroding by and by
cracked earth and tattered glory
the battered lands give sigh
their foe lies slain and silent
the carrion crows fly
once mighty towers tumbled
unto the dirt they bow
great bridges spanning oceans
leave stubs for gulls to prowl
the roads that sped the progress
are fading scars from high
the engines rust and crumble
whilst ravens wheel unkind
no standard raised with eagle
no flag with lion proud
no reconciliation
no mourners moan aloud
look now the shroud is lfting
dead dodos self extinct
and closer still the gleaming
coins and cheery trinkets wink
The Reformation
They're selling crutches that make you limp
they soothe and relax your mental grip.
Such a trick has lead you to this awful place
and such a trick can't bear to see you leave.
Some have a hole they've dug
some have a mast they hug
their post or their station
no reformation
no reformation, none
as long as the drill gets done
as long as the taste gets tongue
over and over and over and over
over and over and over and over
over and over and over and over
and out.
They're selling lollipops to the grown ups
who get down to the stick and find they're licked.
Such a trick has lead you to this awful place
and such a trick can't bear to see you leave.
Some have a badge they wear
some have a flag they bear
status or nation no reformation
no reformation, none
as long as the drill gets done
as long as the taste gets tongue
over and over and over and over
over and over and over and over
over and over and over and over
and out.
they soothe and relax your mental grip.
Such a trick has lead you to this awful place
and such a trick can't bear to see you leave.
Some have a hole they've dug
some have a mast they hug
their post or their station
no reformation
no reformation, none
as long as the drill gets done
as long as the taste gets tongue
over and over and over and over
over and over and over and over
over and over and over and over
and out.
They're selling lollipops to the grown ups
who get down to the stick and find they're licked.
Such a trick has lead you to this awful place
and such a trick can't bear to see you leave.
Some have a badge they wear
some have a flag they bear
status or nation no reformation
no reformation, none
as long as the drill gets done
as long as the taste gets tongue
over and over and over and over
over and over and over and over
over and over and over and over
and out.
The Scar
First the pang revealing
what the skin’s concealing
what the ancient feelings are
silent to the stroking
lesions edged invoking
breathing even, feeling far away
ecstacy’s incisions
weathered with endorphins
tissue rending nerves shoot stars
once the gash is gaping
kneed the ashes within
ash of lost love or kin charred with
euphoria
now the wounds are healing
pressure staunch the bleeding
fresh air for congealing hard
scar fibrosis knitting
fusion fix the slitting
phoenix marks the sealing scarred with
euphoria
what the skin’s concealing
what the ancient feelings are
silent to the stroking
lesions edged invoking
breathing even, feeling far away
ecstacy’s incisions
weathered with endorphins
tissue rending nerves shoot stars
once the gash is gaping
kneed the ashes within
ash of lost love or kin charred with
euphoria
now the wounds are healing
pressure staunch the bleeding
fresh air for congealing hard
scar fibrosis knitting
fusion fix the slitting
phoenix marks the sealing scarred with
euphoria
We The Living
The day found the gorged and thankless
riled at the news
the rules had encroached upon their luxury
please remind them:
“first there’s life
then there’s livelihood
and then there’s lifestyle”,
We, the living
They say that they’re hurting so, so
so where is the wound?
cocooned as we are in gilded living rooms
with our media
we the living
riled at the news
the rules had encroached upon their luxury
please remind them:
“first there’s life
then there’s livelihood
and then there’s lifestyle”,
We, the living
They say that they’re hurting so, so
so where is the wound?
cocooned as we are in gilded living rooms
with our media
we the living
Couldn't Be Wronger
So long you toil
grand schemes all spoil
labour, belief all these years you
couldn’t be wronger
none less spot on
more off the mark now than
when first begun
some self denier
none more unsung
doggedly dragging your
lost cause along
follow your star
trail it too far
when, at sunrise, no surprise you
couldn’t be wronger`
none less correct
still paying dues that you’ll
never collect
hasn’t the coin dropped?
nobody told?
when does indifference
force you to fold?
no-one writes nor
calls at your door
those friends moved on: gone, gone, gone, you
couldn’t be wronger
none less aware
digging for diamonds
in pits of despair
when do you wise up?
climb from your hole?
Has it grown too steep
to gain a foothold?
grand schemes all spoil
labour, belief all these years you
couldn’t be wronger
none less spot on
more off the mark now than
when first begun
some self denier
none more unsung
doggedly dragging your
lost cause along
follow your star
trail it too far
when, at sunrise, no surprise you
couldn’t be wronger`
none less correct
still paying dues that you’ll
never collect
hasn’t the coin dropped?
nobody told?
when does indifference
force you to fold?
no-one writes nor
calls at your door
those friends moved on: gone, gone, gone, you
couldn’t be wronger
none less aware
digging for diamonds
in pits of despair
when do you wise up?
climb from your hole?
Has it grown too steep
to gain a foothold?
Songs of Funtasia
Written and produced by Mark Bothwick and Bill Cargill. Recorded live in Redfield, Bristol during Summer 2007. 'Process' co-written with James Thomas.
Lyrics
Process
Who's the joker? Well, let's just wait and see.
Who's the quiet one? Let's just wait and see,
and who's the hot shot
got to shoot that mouth off? We'll see.
Who's the confidant? Let's just wait and see.
Who's too cynical, who's just too friendly,
and who's the bastard
always gets the last word? We'll see.
Process, Monday morning, half-past nine
in the process line
Process, dull but painless, queue and sign,
present and on time
trying not to mind.
Who's the helpful one? Let's just wait and see.
Who's the helpless one? Let's just wait and see,
and who's been wishing
claiming a musician? We'll see.
Who's the quiet one? Let's just wait and see,
and who's the hot shot
got to shoot that mouth off? We'll see.
Who's the confidant? Let's just wait and see.
Who's too cynical, who's just too friendly,
and who's the bastard
always gets the last word? We'll see.
Process, Monday morning, half-past nine
in the process line
Process, dull but painless, queue and sign,
present and on time
trying not to mind.
Who's the helpful one? Let's just wait and see.
Who's the helpless one? Let's just wait and see,
and who's been wishing
claiming a musician? We'll see.
Funtasia
Someone said shoot when they should have been fired, but then
he who calls shots is the post most admired and if
someone don't do what the boss man says then
take them aside chop chop boo hoo
someone don't do what the boss man says then
take them aside chop chop.
Someone said take but was very mistaken, but then
he who claims blame ain't preserving their bacon and if
someone else gets what once had your name on
take them aside click clack boo hoo
someone else gets what once had your name on
take them aside click clack.
Put your hands up in the air
can't you see these guns don't care
Throw your hands up to the sky
don't you know these knives don't lie
Get your face down in the dirt
all these boys enjoy their work
and their tools are all they have
toys to play with in the land:
Funtasia
he who calls shots is the post most admired and if
someone don't do what the boss man says then
take them aside chop chop boo hoo
someone don't do what the boss man says then
take them aside chop chop.
Someone said take but was very mistaken, but then
he who claims blame ain't preserving their bacon and if
someone else gets what once had your name on
take them aside click clack boo hoo
someone else gets what once had your name on
take them aside click clack.
Put your hands up in the air
can't you see these guns don't care
Throw your hands up to the sky
don't you know these knives don't lie
Get your face down in the dirt
all these boys enjoy their work
and their tools are all they have
toys to play with in the land:
Funtasia
The Fools That Know
The fools that know
so much more
more than’s good to
know
no rest
from there
mental churning
steel and stone and glass and chrome
can’t topple such believing
bricks and bars and straps and scars
can’t pacify such a mind.
The fools that rail
and wrestle
rule and reason
amuse
the wise who know
the worth
of ignoring
lock and latch nor clutch or catch
can keep a ghost from leaving
nut or bolt or gram of salt
give no weight to such a hand.
so much more
more than’s good to
know
no rest
from there
mental churning
steel and stone and glass and chrome
can’t topple such believing
bricks and bars and straps and scars
can’t pacify such a mind.
The fools that rail
and wrestle
rule and reason
amuse
the wise who know
the worth
of ignoring
lock and latch nor clutch or catch
can keep a ghost from leaving
nut or bolt or gram of salt
give no weight to such a hand.
Butterfly Pin
Guess who? Unclean, lustful, loathsome, obscene.
Ugliest despicable fiend this old world’s seen.
Forget Old Deuce, the culprit’s contrived excuse
to displace guilt and minimise fuss, yes sir, us.
Bear in mind that she’s a picture
to anyone who’d glance,
and they do glance,
they do glance.
So now that you’ve caught her
do you decide
to pin your butterfly?
Guess what? No joke, avarice lurks in all folk,
perhaps a flame they rarely stoke but still they smoke.
And then there’s some compelled by combustion,
flames are fanned by doubt, mistrust and, of course, lust.
As a rule with such a hazard
proceed with all due care,
hearts can flare
as matches flare.
So now that you’ve caught her
do you decide
to pin your butterfly?
You might hesitate, control the urge to pop,
employ some self restraint, wring out every drop.
Don’t forget to keep a close watch
on those of the same mind,
the same kind,
the same kind.
So now that you’ve caught her
do you decide
to pin your butterfly?
Ugliest despicable fiend this old world’s seen.
Forget Old Deuce, the culprit’s contrived excuse
to displace guilt and minimise fuss, yes sir, us.
Bear in mind that she’s a picture
to anyone who’d glance,
and they do glance,
they do glance.
So now that you’ve caught her
do you decide
to pin your butterfly?
Guess what? No joke, avarice lurks in all folk,
perhaps a flame they rarely stoke but still they smoke.
And then there’s some compelled by combustion,
flames are fanned by doubt, mistrust and, of course, lust.
As a rule with such a hazard
proceed with all due care,
hearts can flare
as matches flare.
So now that you’ve caught her
do you decide
to pin your butterfly?
You might hesitate, control the urge to pop,
employ some self restraint, wring out every drop.
Don’t forget to keep a close watch
on those of the same mind,
the same kind,
the same kind.
So now that you’ve caught her
do you decide
to pin your butterfly?
Wolf Counts Sheep
Stoned are the crows, dosed
so there goes the plot,
the plot that once they shrieked at, now,
sleepy, they do not.
Hushed are the blows of whistles in the dark,
the dogs that once leapt to hear them
have lost tooth and bark.
Wolf says "Keep your eyes down."
Wolf says "Come along."
Wolf says "Sing your hearts out,
dinner wont be long.", and wolf counts sheep.
Cowed and consoled are the
dusty sentries,
the might their tenets once granted now
melts to maybes.
Wolf says "Keep your eyes down."
Wolf says "Come along."
Wolf says "Sing your hearts out,
dinner wont be long.", and wolf counts sheep.
1, 2, 3, 4, wolf counts in one hundred score
5, 6, 7, 8, each sheep gets its own plate
9, 10, 11, 12, pass it on and hope it sells
13, 14, more meet than wolf’s ever seen
15, 16, off to market so keen
17, 18, keep the branded fleece clean
19, umpteen, sleep space is a dream machine
wolf dream, teeth gleam, don’t sleep, wolf counts sheep.
Stoned are the crows, dosed,
so there goes the plot,
the plot that once they shrieked at, now,
sleepy, they do not.
so there goes the plot,
the plot that once they shrieked at, now,
sleepy, they do not.
Hushed are the blows of whistles in the dark,
the dogs that once leapt to hear them
have lost tooth and bark.
Wolf says "Keep your eyes down."
Wolf says "Come along."
Wolf says "Sing your hearts out,
dinner wont be long.", and wolf counts sheep.
Cowed and consoled are the
dusty sentries,
the might their tenets once granted now
melts to maybes.
Wolf says "Keep your eyes down."
Wolf says "Come along."
Wolf says "Sing your hearts out,
dinner wont be long.", and wolf counts sheep.
1, 2, 3, 4, wolf counts in one hundred score
5, 6, 7, 8, each sheep gets its own plate
9, 10, 11, 12, pass it on and hope it sells
13, 14, more meet than wolf’s ever seen
15, 16, off to market so keen
17, 18, keep the branded fleece clean
19, umpteen, sleep space is a dream machine
wolf dream, teeth gleam, don’t sleep, wolf counts sheep.
Stoned are the crows, dosed,
so there goes the plot,
the plot that once they shrieked at, now,
sleepy, they do not.
Stars May Shine
There's a beautiful conflict, its happening now
for freedom, for peace.
You're a beautiful conscript, they're ever so proud,
heroic and brave. You've got to
jump down turn around pick a motherfucker, now
jump down turn around put 'em in a grave.
And the struggle continues, like father like son
before you, beyond. You've got to
jump down turn around pick a motherfucker, now
jump down turn around.
Stars may shine and invade your heart with wonder
pay no mind
ours is not to reason why
reason was the first to die.
for freedom, for peace.
You're a beautiful conscript, they're ever so proud,
heroic and brave. You've got to
jump down turn around pick a motherfucker, now
jump down turn around put 'em in a grave.
And the struggle continues, like father like son
before you, beyond. You've got to
jump down turn around pick a motherfucker, now
jump down turn around.
Stars may shine and invade your heart with wonder
pay no mind
ours is not to reason why
reason was the first to die.
No Such Error also hosts improvisation sessions inviting other musicians to collaborate, here are some of the edited recordings:
Unity Gain Recordings
Written and produced by Mark Bothwick and Bill Cargill. Recorded live in Redfield, Bristol during Summer 2007. 'Process' co-written with James Thomas.
Thanks to all who played: Mark Whatley, James Thomas, James Cargill, Richard Whitehead, Luis Priace, Louis Tompkins and Dino Christodoulou.