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  1. Sigmund Freud

From the album Nerd From The Suburbs

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Adrian Whitehead – vocals, acoustic guitar, kalimba, piano, bass, drums, electric guitar, electric piano
Shane O’Mara – backwards guitar & assorted psychedelia
Joe Tobias – trumpet
Ellie Lamb – trombone
Amy Lowe – tuba

Recorded at Pete’s Kitchen (2015), Soundpark (2016) & Yikesville (2017)
Engineered by Pete Hillman, Lloyd Barrat & Shane O’Mara
Produced & Mixed by Shane O’Mara (2017)
Mastered by Mikey Young (2017)

Lyrics

Say something, anything, everything will be analysed
Sigmund says if you don’t try you didn’t try much when you were a child
Hiding in the garden, sugar trees and make believe
Almost forgotten, pushed to the antipodes
Flash back to a photograph where everything seemed real

Do something, anything, everything is a compromise
Sigmund says if you’re depressed your mother cried when you were a child
Perfectly ordered, but somehow avoiding
The elephant in the corner that we don’t like to talk about
Shout it down and dance around the room but the elephant knows the truth
If you forgive then I’ll forgive too

These strings are vibrating all the way to Africa
She went sailing to stick it up Sigmund Freud
A wind blows from the inland to throw the sailors over board
Paralysed and sea sick and telling lies to find a cure
Swimming round in circles and dangerous seas
You make it look so easy but the sharks know the truth
If you forgive then I’ll forgive too

It’s just like you told me
A broken chicken lays a broken egg
A little shame a little sugar
This cake’s baked just the way you said
So that’s the way it goes
We pull each other down like dominos
Over and over and over and over again…

Plastic black backed soldiers lining up forever never stepping out of line each one with white dots familiar skin topple over and bring the next one down and so it goes over and over again plastic black backed soldiers lining up forever never stepping out of line each one with white dots familiar skin topple over and bring the next one down and so it goes over and over again plastic black backed soldiers lining up forever never stepping out of line each one with white dots familiar skin topple over and bring the next one down and so it goes over and over and over and over and over and over…

This recurring dream
I’m lost in a garden
Pulling up flowers when a little black spider says
Where do we go from here? A spinner's work is never over
Don’t the spider know the truth
And so it goes…