Things to Listen To
Both of these appeared on the 1st release entitled, "False Idols, Holy Wine, and The Big Picture."
The instrumentation and credits are as follows:
Richard Fordham: Bass and Vocals, Eric Moon: Guitar and Vocals.
Ian McCutcheon: Synth, Brendan Shields: Tenor Saxophone, Ron Butler: Trumpet,
Sara Zacharias: Vocals and The Rack, Julie Matthews: Flute, Chris Perra: Drums
Written, Composed, and Arranged by Richard Fordham. © 1990
Recorded by This Thing at Kootenay Mountain Sound Studios, 1993. Produced by Richard Fordham. Engineered by Peter Hartley.
Today baby gave me a junk sculpture monument - with scrapings from our rug - that symbolize our love - then she hit me on the head - with said - junk sculpture monument - and called me a creep - the one she would keep.
And when I die....
Baby will lay me by this beauteous thing, this shaping of our song, will show her we were wrong.
City Hall built a junk sculpture monument - with leavings from the ground - that symbolize this town - committees want to raze it - critics call it art - no one believes it's our soul and our heart.
And when we die....
The future will know us by this beauteous thing, this shaping of our song, will show where we went wrong
I've been thinking about life in this junk sculpture monument - of structures that we've built - and religions based on guilt - as our castles in the sand slowly sink into the mud - priests will call it fate - for all our mistakes.
And as we die....
We'll spray paint
the walls of this beauteous thing, to cover up our song, to hide from what went
wrong.
Written, Composed, and Arranged by Richard Fordham. © 1988
Recorded by This Thing at Kootenay Mountain Sound Studios, and Eric's Strip 1993. Produced by Richard Fordham. Engineered by Peter Hartley, and Erin Anderson.
I remember the time. I watched you go away. You said you were tired of my never changing ways. So I'll keep looking for a lover who will stay.... And then I'll just forget you, I don't need you anyway.
Now that I've found her, I don't have to clean after myself. Now that I've found her. I can keep any hours I want. Now that I've found her, Oh, you know we don't even have to talk. All the years of hurting have gotten me what I want.
She stands
four inches high, and she never asks why, but she's looking mighty frayed in
the limbs. Got her mounted in my truck, she brings me lots of luck at the auction.
I can go out with the boys, gets just destroyed, and get caught with a sheep
in the silo. But she always understands, I'll always be her man, she's my dashboard
Venus de Milo.
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