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piano magic low birth weight rgirl 6 


piano magic low birth weight 

1) snowfall soon 2) crown estate 3) bad patient 4) the fun of the century 
5) birdymachine 6) not fair 7) dark secrets look for light 8) snow drums 
9) shepherds are needed 10) i am the sub-librarian 11) waking up 


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rgirl 6 (p) & (c) rocket girl 1999 

made in england distributed by cargo 
rocket girl, po box 13969, london, el8 2uz 
info@rocketgirl.demon.co.uk 
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SNOWFALL SOON (Johnson/Cooper) Voice - Caroline Potter (7lbs loz)/Guitars, words - Glen 
Johnson (8lbs 2oz)/Drums, bass, guitar, sampler - Martin Cooper (51bs 2oz) 

CROWN ESTATE (Rivers/Johnson/Simpson) Voice, words - Simon Rivers (7lbs 7oz)/Guitars - 
Glen Johnson/Programming, sampler, percussion - Matt Simpson (7lbs 6oz) 

BAD PATIENT (Johnson/Ryan/Saville) Voice - Raechel Leigh (61bs 12oz)/Guitars, words - Glen 
Johnson/Beats - Antony Ryan (7lbs 15oz) and Robin Saville (8lbs) 

THE FUN OF THE CENTURY (Adam) Voice, words, synthesizer - Jen Adam (61bs 12oz) 
Guitar - Alexander Peris (8lbs loz)/Guitar - Glen Johnson 
BIRDY MACHINE (Johnson) Sampler - Glen Johnson 

NOT FAIR (Johnson/Cooper) Voice - Caroline Potter/Guitars, words - Glen Johnson/Drums, 
programming, bass, sampler - Martin Cooper 

DARK SECRETS LOOK FOR LIGHT (Rivers/Sawyer/Johnson/Simpson) Voice, words - Simon 
Rivers/ Guitar - Matt Sawyer (61bs 2oz)/Guitar - Glen Johnson/Programming - Matt Simpson 
SNOW DRUMS (Johnson/Cooper) Voice - Caroline Potter/Guitars, words, sampler, theremin - 
Glen Johnson/Programming, xylophone, bass, sampler, key-ring - Martin Cooper 
Contains a sample of "Constructing Clouds" by Metrotone 
SHEPHERDS ARE NEEDED (Johnson) Sampler - Glen Johnson 

I AM THE SUB-LIBRARIAN (Johnson/Cooper) Voice - Caroline Potter/Guitar, words - Glen 
Johnson/Programming, sampler - Martin Cooper 

WAKING UP (Crause/Willmott/Whatley) Voice - Peter Astor (61bs 7.5oz)/Melodica, guitar, 
bongos - David Shepherd (61bs 10oz)/Guitar - Glen Johnson/Programming, sampler - Matt 
Simpson 

Simon Rivers appears courtesy of The Bitter Springs Raechel Leigh appears courtesy of Baby Birkin 
Antony Ryan and Robin Saville appear courtesy of ISAN Alexander Peris appears courtesy of Icebreaker 
Peter Astor appears courtesy of faux-lux, The Wisdom Of Harry, Ellis Island Sound 
David Shepherd appears courtesy of State River Widening, The Wisdom Of Harry, Ellis Island Sound 
1, 6, 8, 10 engineered by Cooper 2, 3 , 7 , 11 engineered by Simpson 4 engineered by Pete Lorentz 
5, 9 engineered by Johnson Produced by Piano Magic All titles Copyright Control 
Photography, design - Simo Bogdanovic Thank you - Vinita Joshi, Ian Crause, JB Andre, David 
Hemingway, Chris & Loretta, Metrotone, Jason White, John Cheves, Paul Tornbohm, Lola Emanuelli, 
Chris O’Brien 



SNOWFALL SOON 


CROWN ESTATE 


Rain starts on you 

as your goodbye runs me through 

Goodbye is nothing new 

but it's last breath when said by you 

And this world shrinks to a room - 

weather inside, snowfall soon 

No bookcase can rescue a man - 

only a letter of "sorry" can 

Handle with care if only you dare 
I'm sensitive, touch sensitive 
Handle with care if only dare 
I'm sensitive, touch sensitive 

I have a photograph - 
mid-heaven, post-laugh, 
eyes shine ridiculous, 
illuminate the both of us 
In the fold of a camera's eye, 
in the time it takes to sigh, 

I open up an ashen heart, 
pour out a thousand whys 

Handle with care 
if only you dare, etc 

Write or I'll die 

Handle with care, etc 


Look at that rich girl twitch 
Like me, she can't sit still 
How would you want it seen? 

Just like when you were ill? 

When you hear the way they talk - 
the rosy cheeks of the ruling classes, 
you can argue all you like - 
they swear by early nights 

Never used to be like this - 
a lot colder but the people were warm - 
if anyone was coming to get you, 
armed only with a sugar bowl 

used to leave your back doors 
used to leave your back doors open 
used to leave your back doors 
used to leave your back doors open 

All the houses on the Crown Estate 
all look the same 
That nut from four doors down 
wandered in by mistake again 
and said to your old mum, 

"I think it's best that you sit down 
I'll make a cup of tea 

then you can show me what a woman looks like 
you can show me what a woman looks like 
you can show me what a woman looks like 
you can show me what a woman looks like 
with her head turned inside out" 

used to leave your back doors 
used to leave your back doors open 
used to leave your back doors 
used to leave your back doors open 






BAD PATIENT 


THE FUN OF THE CENTURY 


There's rain on the line between his ear 
and mine 

Lost in translation, bad patient 
I'm a terrier, a black sheep, 
half-relation 

He's French, a hack, white, Caucasian 

We fuck in sadness, a cold frustration 

then we're fine for a while, 

our hearts, adjacent 

He types, I read 

and we clash on the keys 

He corrects, I direct 

the bones of the text 

but he's silent, too ill, 

too fragile, too still 

and I'm violent and rash, 

slow down for the crash 


Could it be that you drove me into 
your fleet of hand-melt candy? 

Could it be that you sent me falling off 
the roof backwards gently? 

Do not let my words depress you - I'm 

here to uplift you now 

I'm here to uplift you now 

Her eyes have gone South 

Terrible lies she denies 

Could it be that you broke me into a 

sheet of rain swept sideways? 

Could it be that you wrote me a dead 
attempt? 

It just plain scares me 

Do not let my words distract you from 

all the fun you demand, 

from the fun of the century 

No more glistening wet poems in your 

honor, 

captain of alienation, New York, 
money, compassion 

NOT FAIR 

Run away when you see me coming 
and I can only say, 

"Not fair - this is not fair" 

Miles away, 

reading, writing books 

Look outside with imagination 

I'm here and I'm sad 

I'm here and I'm sad 


DARK SECRETS LOOK FOR LIGHT 


SNOW DRUMS 


Get me an ugly wife - no man will look 
twice 

I can fall asleep at night and dream of 
someone else 

I found an ugly wife and she'd led an 
ugly life 

Take my hand, this ray of hope, 

crawl out of this hole 

She weaved her spell on me and I fell 

hopelessly 

I swore to put it right - I blessed her 
every night 

Tried to put the truth away - cruel 

water finds it's line 

Cruel mouths are open wide, 

dark secrets look for light 

I ran back to the flat 

and found her hanging there - 

silk nightdress, fallen chair, 

I found her hanging there 
'put the poker in the fire, 
wait til the end turns white 
I closed my eyelids tight 
here comes the blinding light 
here comes the blinding light 
this light will guide my life 


Three on the backseat 

as we drive home from rehearsal 

There's snow on the drums; 

the snare shudders like a cold ghost 

between my mittens 

In the trunk, guitars slide 

like dead over dead 

It's stopped snowing 

We think we see foxes 

I breathe a canvas on the window 

to write your name on the landscape 

The sky is a grey flint 

from coast to coast 

with birds frozen in 

Magic Trees share the dashboard 

with a Playdough Jesus 

Grapelli and Reinhardt 

lock horns on the radio 

I draw a black skull on my jeans, 

not thinking, 

through to the skin 

The headlamps come on at five 

I miss you bad 


I AM THE SUB-LIBRARIAN 


WAKING UP 


I am the sub-librarian, 
come in on the council bus - 
Chalk Farm to Highgate Woods, 
sportsbag of borrowed books, 

A steady diet of Brautigan, 
"Tapestry" on the walkman, 
paranormal ill health 
from dusting off the top shelf 
I am the sub-librarian, 
counter-girl, tea-maker 
I am the sub-librarian, 
swan feeder, spectacle breaker 
I am the sub-librarian 


A sky without a god is a clear, clear sky 
Break the lines to the past, 
move on and try 

No answers to guide us or heal the sick 

'cos faith is in candles 

and candles burn quick 

A life bowing down 

to be near the ground, 

kissing dust and scared of shit 

Sense as oxygen makes faith 

the fuel and burns it quick 

A sky without a god is a clear, clear sky 

but we've served for so long it now 

seems right 

Information brings the lights to see 
how quick faith burns when so do we 
The flames of doubt are burning now 
but the people in control aren't scared 
Cheated by technology 
Real power never has nor will be 
shared 


(Lyrics reproduced by kind permission)