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Wake Up

by S.T.A.N.E.B.

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1.
Hold on tight Get through the night May you live in interesting times We surely can’t complain there Who will say now what will be? Seems like we sail on a sword edge now it’s finally coming clear we’re in unchartered waters we’ve gone and crossed a border Can only play the hand that’s dealt eat the cake presented While we watch the icing melt Candles are burning bright now Our destination’s onward ho To uncharted waters armed with everything we know Scant all it taught us That’s where we are So, keep your eyes peeled for giant squids, stay out of whirlpools and get used to things being out of order Unfathomed waters falling from the sky and drowning bricks and mortar Unimagined waters Reaching you and I on the hill and praps getting our feet wet All we know is that we’re in Uncharted waters All that’s sure is that we’re in
2.
You’re pleasantly surprised to find your windscreen’s clear of bugs, yet strangely chilled by the hush of a world falling out of love if you’d have blown up the science lab at school, well, there’d be hoo-haa for sure, barred from chemistry, your parents would be called But when you all hatched your expert plans for greatly increased yields, you were allowed to take your wretched reckless madness outside into the fields in poison the lie of the land is steeped in sell-out science sings to defend the senseless sin But if a spaceship arrived to write it in the sky, behold: The fate of flying things will be the fate of humankind Tiny eggs in secret places Tiny eggs in secret places, of messengers of life each heartbeat a billion stitches, in the tapestry of life Don’t we dig that we’re all related? We really are in this together Ooh, yeah, I’m taking flight now . . . Dream of a world that lives in its natural order, dream that there can be meadows and hedgerows and farm borders How insane can this be? Surely the bees should have earned respect by now, timeless workers, whose deeds are so much greater than the plough
3.
Zombie Times 02:38
It’s obvious to all now that this spell just doesn’t work/But the monster’s been created and is still going berserk/Destroying all the furniture, tearing down the nets/A zombie programme took over as we slept/And though it dimly knows what it’s doing it is so wrong/There’s far too many reasons just to carry on We’re in zombie times Thumbing through the books of spells, alas trapped in a trance/Can’t see the simple steps to break out of this desperate dance/But always there will be a cheery message for us all/They scream burning injustice while they shovel on more fuel We’re in Zombie Times Lurching into darkness and no one’s got a torch/Just keep striking matches until there’s none left in the box/Don’t know where it’s going, kicks a can with every step/Mumbo jumbo fills its head/Relentless to the cliff edge/Should be dead, but on it treads, We’re in zombie times We need to find that man who would rewire the whole place/And bring peace and rest to all the zombie race/For certain he can be revived then everyone will see . . .
4.
Jubilee 02:42
Jubilee, what it means, from times of great understanding, and times of wise reign it was decreed, because clearly seen, you’ve got to wipe out the debts, you’ve got to start again Barbarity, ignominy. As sure as slaver’s shackle, most odious of all odious debt Usury, was said to be: one for legitimate increase, or two that which bites It’s never the people who see what’s bought and sold It wasn’t the children who squandered the gold Humanity, can come to see. All the mistakes been made before, by spotting the basic simple flaw Jubilee, set them free Let all collect their rent, and labour no more for debt It's never the people who see what's bought and sold It wasn’t the children who ate all the gold It’s time to forgive, so people can stretch out and live Jubilee
5.
If you take a proper butchers at the world around, it’s very clear it isn’t built on something sound But it can easy look like that’s the way it is, and it can easy seem the way they say it is To pull back from this brink of despair To navigate it out of this nightmare The way to go has to be to share, the heaven sent You told me that you glimpsed it as if through the trees, look, it’s always in full view very obviously Got to simply say how it’s all going wrong, for sure simple enough to fit into a song It’s simple justice that you pay your fare To hold this wondrous jewel of which we all are heir The answer’s always been that we should share, the heaven sent For sure a special secret has been cloaked and caged, and be called a curious relic from another age But evermore it hovers with timeless intent, and ever its meaning grows more insistent We must bang on until the world’s aware, for all to understand what’s really fair Bring about the day when we can share, the heaven sent What it always meant, when it was how it went Share, the heaven sent
6.
Everywhere conspiracy theories, the world’s spinning so fast, they’re writhing on the net, you can catch them from your friends because there’s nothing you can see at all clearly just the gnawing feeling that you’re paying dearly Conspiracy theorist on the Clapham omnibus, so much to scratch the head about and running short on trust Some players could be cooking elaborate plots, secretly planning to take the whole lot It’s a conspiracy theory Who’s hatching a coup? see what they’re trying to do? Folk just can’t help wondering, try fill in all the gaps, as they’re blasted by blizzards of fact-counter-fact It dazzles people’s brains so they don’t notice that Perhaps the real truth of it all is missed in the chaff of all those conspiracy theories The conspiracy word used to kill a notion dead, but now even the best of us can be easily led But there always was conspiracy, why would there now not be? It’s just another theory about conspiracy theories On the news an outrageous corruption is revealed,and folk will sigh and wonder what else remains concealed always so much, for fevered imaginations to work with, when things get so crazy just conspiracy will fit, juicy conspiracy theory . . . Where’s the money gone? Whence does wealth come? You can’t blame people wondering and trying to understand, why when everything crashes surprise throws up its hands And everybody loses but some win all the more And the idea can occur that this all happens to plan Though it’s as plain as the fact that we’re all standing on land Let it be clean, let it be pure, in transparent streams and no one will have the need or chance to cheat abundance will dissolve greed, like candleflame in sunlight
7.
Utopia 02:52
And though it means no such place, it’s been glimpsed enough to know just where we mean It shimmers on the horizon, a golden dream, though somewhere we’ve never been Don’t lose sight of it Utopia, Utopia We missed an important turning along the way, got lost on the wrong road You’ll hear that that’s just the way it is, you must keep carrying that load And it spoils the view of Utopia, Utopia, don’t let them spoil the view of Utopia Don’t let no one fool you it’s a fairytale Don’t let no one tell you it’s a wishing well Don’t let no one tell you it’s a fantasy It’s as real as light There was a notion that all could be set free and be what they want to be The keys were found but were stolen and it was then we fell into a long dream A nightmare so many have seen Don’t forget about it, Utopia, Utopia (keep hold the dream of peace in the world) Utopia, (when we see it can’t be sold) Utopia (never lose the sight of) Utopia,
8.
Wake Up 02:34
Been so slow, to come around Great time had, drank deep of the well Now must wake, and see the dawn Don’t tell me we’re going to throw it all away We missed a vital call Don’t let it be that all we have slips away Come on, wake up It’s too late to keep on sleepwalking Yawn and stretch that frame now, get some air into the brain Yes, it feels like we’re shaking the sleep away now Clean the scales out of our eyes We’ve surely got to shake a leg, ‘cause look, see, the bed’s on fire And floating down the street, and all the people that you meet are still yawning Pointless blame, we just couldn’t help ourselves Untold shame, contemplate to overwhelm Dawn still breaks and we must wake up
9.
Another letter from a prophet of doom . . . The future is arriving, the horizon draws near, though whether it’s a cliff edge is still not clear The future is arriving, it’s little discussed, but the future is arriving and it’s either gold or dust The future is arriving, as we always knew it would But somehow never quite felt it could The future is arriving, and they say it might rain, and who knows what will never be the same again? The future’s been arriving, that die is cast, it’s been distant come slowly then rushing very fast The future is coming, but no one knows for sure, at what point do we declare that we’re in a war The future is arriving, could be heaven or hell. Full of scary monsters and noxious smells Could be somewhat surprising, better hunker down, or hang on to whatever comes around, as you’re adrift as flotsam on the tides of the changing demands of the miscalculation we’ve gotta change the calculation? The future is arriving, could go either way, unless we’re too far immersed in disease and decay The future is arriving, writ large in the sky. Bright and beautiful, shiny and spry A new dawn is arising, and all there is to say, you know it’s gonna be alright
10.
WE’VE GOT TO START WINNING AGAIN IT LOOKS DARK BUT THE DOOR’S NOT SHUT, IF THERE IS A WAY, WELL, IT’S ONLY UP COME ON AND GET YOUR CHIN UP OFF THE GROUND, ‘COS LET’S FACE IT WE’RE TOO GOOD TO GO DOWN, WE CAN STILL MAKE IT TOO GOOD TO GO DOWN, WE CAN STILL SHAKE IT WE’VE GOT OUR PROBLEMS BUT WE’VE HAD THEM BEFORE, KEEP ‘EM COMING, WE CAN HANDLE SOME MORE WE’LL PULL OUR FINGER OUT AND TURN IT AROUND, BELIEVE IT, BABY, WE’RE TOO GOOD TO GO DOWN, WE CAN STILL TAKE IT TOO GOOD TO GO DOWN, WE CAN STILL BAKE IT TOO GOOD TO GO DOWN, WE CAN STILL BRAVE IT TOO GOOD TO GO DOWN, WE CAN STILL SAVE IT YOU LOOK GRIM AND YOU SPEAK OF GLOOM, YOU CAST A HEAVY SHADOW ON THE ROOM WE’VE GOT TO STRIKE UP A BETTER SOUND, ‘COS LET’S FACE IT, WE’RE TOO GOOD TO GO DOWN, GO DOWN IN HISTORY TOO GOOD TO GO DOWN, GO DOWN IN MISERY TOO GOOD TO GO DOWN, LET’S GET IT TOGETHER STAND TALL AND BE PROUD, TOO GOOD TO GO DOWN
11.
Another day, watching someone’s disaster on the television news It’s always been there kind of creeping up like a long slow burning fuse Quite a shock to contemplate that it might actually be true Before I’m lost again in all those pressing things I’ve gotta do Because this is the only world we’ve got, can’t you see? And no one can tell now what will be Through my car window, can’t point no fingers at the world and his wife Just another Joe, just another sleepwalker getting on with life You know I’ve got to deal with all the grinding things the long day brings Then sometimes it rears up like a monster, this really is everything This is the only world we’ve got, can’t you see? If there’s another like it, it’s too far to leap And after all this long history Are we gonna end it in misery? People pop up with all sorts of other things to say It’s just seasonal sunspots and they’re sure to melt away Everything swirls around in a vortex of denials and facts And I don’t know how to prove the world’s not flat But this is the only world we’ve got, don’t you see? And I ain’t got no science degree But it can’t be coincidence that all the boffins agree Somebody please plant a tree for me
12.
Assorted rough rocks locked on the same ride But one polished jewel, glimmers in the black sky Just something could never dream of finding again Opulent orb in magnificent reign Don’t blow it It’s hard to fathom the wonder we found Well that we felt our feet trod sacred ground The trouble in paradise brews and boils in lies Its roots must be found and the remedy applied Don’t blow it Summoned to bear witness to the universe beyond Heirs to untold riches, need the wit now to respond Because, oh, there’s trouble in Paradise Don’t blow it No, don’t blow it
13.
Indeed, procrastination is the thief of time, and in this specific case could be end of the line The thread that stretches back so far, a story so entwined Never would a stitch in time have saved such sad decline A stitch in time, having made an epic climb, crawling out of pools of slime It’s hard to hold in heart and mind just what is on the line It’s hard to contemplate the tragic loss of the sublime A stitch in time, have to sit and watch it burn A stitch in time, when is it too late to learn? Dinosaur in room so long, but hard now to deny, but dinosaurs will dig in and they certainly will try, claim it’s now too late to worry so to carry on is fine, a question of how bad it has to get and by what time May we sew what we reap A stitch in time, to save a lot of grief A stitch in time, to at least have belief A stitch in time, so many stitches needed, so many questions pleaded, clear warnings went unheeded There is a tear in the fabric of life A stitch in time saves nine Too far to darn a gash when the sides are too detached, fraying strands of policy, constantly must patch, what goes so badly wrong with a departure from what’s natch A stitch in time, when everything is sewn up, A stitch in time, everyone gets stitched up A stitch in time, and all the might-have-beens A stitch in time, like Shuman’s desert dream A stitch in time, a stitch dropped there indeed
14.
Come on in It’s the last chance saloon This is the last chance saloon That fruit machine blew all the fuses in the place But that handle still gets pulled again and again Disgusted punters turn away, they’ve always got the blues, ‘cos those lemons keep tumbling in tantalising twos And three lemons are needed for the jackpot to pay, some say the old landlord took one of the lemons away Some zombie’s going to croon Never mind being in tune But hey! There’s a party going on Don’t you feel the party going on? And the songs are getting better Don’t call last orders just yet, there’s time for another duet Another round at least, too soon to end the feast, another spin of the old fruit machine You’re drunk with success, when you reap the excess, But I think you’ve had enough now, mate Don’t call last orders just yet, don’t ring that bell Look, Look! The cellar’s flooded and the fridge is leaking, the carpet’s sticky and the bogs are reeking That old piano’s missing so many keys, they’ve been pumping those two pedals for a century The old landlord hid that plan to rewire the house, that would truly give everybody a shout Haven’t you got a home to go to?
15.
We’ve really walked such a long way to get this far even though we weren’t following the same star hope that time isn’t weary of our story Don’t make this the bitter end, last thing we send, not comprehend, Don’t make this the bitter end, the bitter end, the bitter end We’ve really walked a long way We really talked but it never went anywhere had everything, but we never learned to share share the future with the others in the story Don’t make this the bitter end, last time we spend, never more friends, Don’t make this the bitter end, that we can’t mend, the bitter end Walked a really long way

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This album is sent as an alarm about lack of alarm about biosphere disaster; waking up to civilisational collapse. Despair and hope run through this hectic, eclectic collection of alarmed pop music.

Nice review from The Monocle:

"One of the things I really enjoyed about it was that listening to it was similar to a theatrical performance. The curtain rises and you get carried along by the concept presented."

We’ve run across much better ideas than the very bad ideas that dominate the world, and these matters are truly essential, and we write about them at: www.staneb.com

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released June 6, 2021

This LP was made by John Harris, Kennedy Humphreys, Matt Hall and Roger Sampson, with appearances from Paul Greening and Stewart Paul Bickel

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