I Can Spin A Rainbow

by Amanda Palmer & Edward Ka-Spel

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avanti OMG!!! - Brilliance just keeps gettin' better and better prithee-liquidation day is such a sublime soothing composition and the rest follow in the sublime order as well... :-) Favorite track: Prithee/Liquidation Day.
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Pete Twentythree First track is amazingly good. Favorite track: Pulp Fiction.
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1.
Pulp Fiction 06:04
Lyrics: We came here as a matching set The six of us, just us six innocents A blind date at the fiction May I peek through your blue eyes? The night is white the lights are flashing And the six us of are hot Although it’s March, you’ll find us splashing Where the rest of you would not The room just keeps on spinning as the bad boys play roulette I lost a shoe, but I keep winning No contusions no regret Because it’s better to be hammered than a useless rusty nail It’s all the sixes, and we’re set, into the morning Abigail I’m on my knees Not praying Is there anybody down there? Sorry, please It’s taken You won’t find anybody in here… We're flying at the fiction on a night you won't believe Free spirits flailing in the fountain And near nothing underneath It's like the movie where she gets the guy And takes the plane and leaves The tragic facts of life for losers for a life less ordinary They all shoot horses, don’t they? Sure we’re doomed to drop I don’t care how long it takes Just need to make it to the shops So can you help me cause I need it Got my head stuck in this pail The weekend’s young, and I am trying Turn the light on Abigail I’m on my knees Not playing Can’t find anybody in here For pity’s sake, what would I have to Take for you to listen So please don’t shout Stop shaking Don’t take any pictures I’m so sorry, Abby, really Being blinded by the fiction
2.
Lyrics: I have a little vial A little plastic vial I keep it in my pocket Deep down where no one sees it I’ve carried it for twenty Two and a half years and we Touch through the tall electric Fence wearing masks and blankets My father always told me To keep a glass of pepper So I could fight the night men So I could sleep forever If they found my hiding spot I’ll tell you where I keep it locked At night the code is 3-2-1 Be brave... Share it with our sons The crack of dawn and rifling We heard the sound of engines It was the wind perhaps the Living room floor collapsing My father always told me To say a little prayer Before I lay my head down Before the men take over Eyes tight, one step, I stumble Into a night dressed navy I promised, and you promised I see our children waving 3... 2... 1... Be brave…
3.
Lyrics: Astrid, do you recall the Sundays at the Spa with double straws From a carton with a heart on? Who could ask for more? You'd assure me you’d support me As I tried to write that novel In the hovel we called home You'd mow the lawn You'd pay the bills You touched me there You touched me there The shock of kontakt kept us warm The shock of kontakt kept us warm The shock of kontakt kept us warm Astrid, you kept your word You never said a word As I ripped up the pages Spent your wages Entertaining friends you hated Making bombs I planted them in galleries Your salary it was wasted (oh, how criminal) They cut the power They pulled the plug They took away the phone We're quite alone We share a candle in the cellar Oh, you touched me there The shock of kontakt kept us warm The shock of kontakt kept us warm The shock of kontakt kept us warm, warm, warm, warm, warm… And Astrid, as sure as blue skies always turn to grey They came with guns I tried to run And you took all the blame They took you and I never said a word And now you never say a word As I lean through the bars I whisper my apologies Oh, jesus you stare clean through me You cut me down Still, I touch you there I touch you there The shock of kontakt keeps us warm I touch you there The shock of kontakt keeps us warm
4.
Lyrics: I cannot recommend the cherries hanging low from this old tree They glow on moonless nights and taste a bit like paraffin It’s been a decade since it happened, and we’re told we can return But maybe best to boil the water, ignore the after burn I have an extra hand to hold you with I have an even tan to show off with A chest like Annapurna A heart of precious stone Maybe a slow burner but there’s steel in them dry bones Mountain man learned to be patient In a world that keeps mutating My, oh my, just look how we have grown And the Geiger counter’s ticking, Mountain man is coming close Been 2 years, the baby’s kicking A hundred little toes Mountain man may be a virgin Aren’t we all?
5.
Lyrics: We used to talk all the time The blindfolded bodies you stacked in the barn And they told you not to look behind you The elephants walk in a line The ringmaster takes off his hat to the queen And she opens her mouth as they file inside You used to tell me the hurt The way they would strap you In freezing white basements And wire your heart til your hopefulness burst The queen cannot fit through the arch So she strips off your sisters and tells you to march And you fall in line with your hands on your throat The parade of paralysis starts The ringmaster heads into town for the day When they were just little he'd staked them in place They’re free now to roam And they’re free to run home But they've lost the idea of escape How they crowned you Weighted and drowned you How they made you numb No bandage around you I’ve found and unwound you Now how to make you run And the queen she is falling apart She clutches the bannister shaking in shock At the ugliness of her own heart The ugliness of her own heart I had a dream that we talked We went to the White Cliffs and went for a walk And I counted the times that our true loves had died And you took my hand and looked over the side And we saw your body down there Getting taken away by the tide Now they’re all gone but you’ve stayed The door is unlatched, but you are not afraid There’s a nice patch of straw and a comfortable cage The door is unlatched, but you’re not afraid There’s a nice patch of straw and a comfortable cage How they crowned you Weighted and drowned you How they made you numb No bandage around you I’ve found and unbound you Now how to make you run, run, run, run, run…
6.
Lyrics: Carolina Caterpillar’s curled up on a leaf Counting all the new friends that are on her list to leave Cocoons aren’t made for communes She needs her wings to spread A forest of old lovers Not enough for playing dead “It’s not easy being inconclusive” Carolina said The sink tastes like an ashtray Never washed, and upside down “Get a life” says old aunt agony She turns the volume down Teleports back to the bathroom Where she might be found Reclining Venus, extra furs So fine in such a gown “It’s not easy being inconvenient” Carolina frowned Now she’ll purr like Eartha Kitt with bloody nails Laetitia’s whips The cat stares from the pillow Never judging, only sits If she learned how to be patient No need to bite her tail The Oracle, she’s ancient She did not inhale Carolina Caterpillar slips from hive to hive She stops off at the pink dot to get cigarettes and flies She knows she’s got an hour before something in her dies “It’s not me, it’s you, and that’s what’s tragic” Carolina sighs
7.
Lyrics: Charity begins at homes For those too sick Those indisposed Footsteps in the corridor Little Johnny’s playing dead They gave the Jack of Hands the key He’s free to tread and lift the sheets He’ll be dressed in white they said But I don’t believe in angels When the good son rises When we hear the birds Little Johnny's curled up and crying Alas a touch disturbed The Jack of Hands is far away He’s opening a school They’ll offer him a chariot But Jack prefers to walk Dangerous Hush now Hush now Jack is coming Jack is coming Shush now Shush now Like you’re sleeping Like you’re sleeping He’s carrying his special box No one ever asks what’s in it No more suffer little children Jack’ll fix it Jack’ll fix it It’s Jack the national treasure Jack’s beating on his chest He’s flying off to Africa Cause Africa’s the best They’ll cordon off the airport Because the crowd is vast And Jack will play the trinity He’ll be home at last Still I don’t believe in angels
8.
Lyrics: You make the sun shine Keep me warm at night Sometimes you are my guiding light When I'm weak or desperate You'll stretch out your hand It's a hand that offers courage It's a hand that calms me down And leads me to a land that we Discovered countless years ago Still young enough to change This wicked world So tell me angel, where to now? Shall we chase rainbows Ride the stars by night Stay close Be my second sight Show me our tomorrows 'Cause I can't dream alone Good Queen Regina has a baby Needs to shop with just one arm The retinue is panicking She stays completely calm Despite the flying mandarins The rattling tine, the all-encompassing alarm Because it’s Liquidation Day Ma'am’s one with the people The Lady Grey is floating And the camera's zooming in And baby’s loudly choking as synthetic violins provide a sense of dignity And keep it neat And mute the screams Liquidation Day Ma’am’s one with the people And everything must go Royal trucks have blocked the road The cordon's set in stone Yet her subjects stand there waving The flags are at half price ‘Cause it pays to advertise And everybody’s nice They’re craving (craving) Good Queen Regina blows a kiss To show she’s just like one of us Never fully understood the need for all the fuss Prefers to be the first …not part of that ignoble rush That ignoble rush Liquidation Day It’s liberating …hey! To be one all the…
9.
Lyrics: I am a little blue-ish dot Lost in a sea of grey The red of streets around me In a box has gone away Nothing loads it only spins And the child-lock keeps me in The signal flashes green And then decays I maybe should have just ignored that little voice inside You know, the aimless one that counts to 3 then whispers, “Drive” The one word that was uttered At the moment that it mattered I would leave then Hoping someday I’d arrive (I’d arrive) I reached out for the shiny button But it wouldn't scan I heard a voice from in the static shouting About a land Where the highways form a spiral And the stories all go viral For a day that lasts a lifetime In a frozen block of sand I am blinking in the night He is turning to the right "We will get there in the end" He whispered Reaching for a light I am sinking in the grey It is not night It is not day “I will take you where you wanted to go” He said …And then we drove away We’re somewhere on the telly In the middle of a road The story can’t be finished ‘Cause this picture still won’t load They say that I’m not breathing But I simply don’t believe them And as soon as this is working I will make him take me home Home Home Home
10.
Subway 08:24
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note: tracks 10. "Subway" and 11. "The Sun Still Shines" appear on the 12" vinyl release and do not appear on the CD version of the album. you can stream them here on bandcamp, but please note that they're not part of the full album download.


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released May 5, 2017

Recorded at Hideaway Studio and Chez Dots, London in Summer 2016.

Mastered by Ray Steeg and Peter Van Vliet
Vocals and instruments: Amanda Palmer and Edward Ka-Spel
Violins: Patrick Q. Wright
Singing saw: Alexis Michallek
Artwork: Judith Clute

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performer, writer, giver, taker, listener, love-lover, rule-hater and co-founder of the Brechtian punk cabaret duo, The Dresden Dolls.

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