brahma chop

generic clapton

love train

i can be happy, i can forgive you; i can stay sane but i can't stay with you.

 i'll come and help you, only alert me, i'll make more mistakes but please don't hurt me.

 i've got to get off the love train. 

i have to go now, to try to recover, you make me dance, but you make me suffer. 

i need a friend somebody and soul, someone to be with when the whistle blows.

 i've got to get off the love train cos I don't know how to drive it. this is the good life, but I'll never survive it.(x3) 

repeat verse one and fade.

distance

even when i have your love it's only over resistance;

you say we can't get close enough and then you give me distance.

you ought to see that i get hurt too, you feed me to the christians

and sometimes when I'm nearly through you leave me in the distance.

(i'm getting ready)

i'm getting ready to bawl and shout, but i'm not answering questions,

i know you're waiting to count me out but i can go the distance.

 Don't be surprised if i slap your face, i'm trying to offer assistance,

you're only waiting to pack your case, and head off for the distance.

(rpt. verses 3&4) 

I can see you walking away from me.

factory

i'm in the factory, i'm in the process of pulling the lever.

i'm in the factory, i'm in the process of pulling the lever.

i'm in the factory, i'm in the processor pulling the lever.

i'm in the factory, i'm in the processor pulling the lever.

i'm in the factory, i'm in the process of pulling the lever.

i'm in the factory, i'm in the process of pushing the button,

PUSHING THE BUTTON.

chemical boy

god's got a carbine, he's marching before us,

love is a dagger, a word is a toy,

we are a roller, and nature's our combine,

the copyright genes

of the chemical boy.

there's nothing so good  we cannot abuse it

nothing we want that we do not destroy

come to the ocean and come to the whirlwind

here in the heart

of the chemical boy.

god's got a carbine. he's marching before us.

love is a dagger. a world is a toy.

come to the ocean and come to the whirlwind

here in the heart

of the chemical boy.

here in the heart of the chemical boy.

here in the heart of the chemical boy.

here in the heart of the chemical boy.

trance fever

mad trance fever.

isolation ward.

i will get hysterical. i love you.

i smell loving, (tell me baby) where are the mad ?

look into your miracle......

here are two.

you'll turn me into dream - you could make me real;

welcome to the paradox,

               it's all true.

it's another realm

i'll die happy here,

where's the joy in paradise

                without you ?

i'll save you from me !

give me your disease !

we can share everything, even our eyes,

i know i've gone crazy,

please don't cure me (please)

give me your heart and i will use it wisely,

(i promise i will try to use it wisely.)

oh, that government spokesman

i went to the pub and met up with a demon

he said he worked for the generating board

well, I couldn't understand him, but the government spokesman

explained it all so nicely i was re-assured.

he told me they normally kept him in prison

but due to his nature there was sometimes doubt

and he stood me a drink of invisible poison

and kept me in stitches till my hair fell out.

the demon explained that the world's an illusion

caused by a limited view of events

a premise he chose to expound through explosions

(which i must confess were quite powerful arguments.)

we certainly had a convivial evening

the demon was happy and wanted to stay

(but the landlord said) he thought we ought to be leaving

so the government spokesman explained us away.

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh that government spokesman

that government spokesman, he was the tops.

telephone song

is happiness a line on the exchange of feeling ?

can you re-connect me ?  are my cables twisted ?

either i'm engaged or i'm not home this evening

have i been privatised ?  am i unlisted ?

call the operator. call the operator.

this bill is far larger than expected

let me off the hook, i'll call you later

my line's dead, gone dead, been disconnected.

are you an investor or just a subscriber ?

once you join the network you're surrounded

no bells ring for those who are not either

state your name and number when the tone has sounded.

i dialled and dialled but never did get through

always crossed wires or a bad connection,

I'm hung up,

i don't know what to do

i'm cut off from all feelings of affection.

i held on but then my coin ran out

they keep you hanging on and make you pay

it's a cell-net, we're all in the system,

if you did get through they would not listen,

if you did get through

you could not say.

dreams

two lovers meet in lexington, it doesn't matter where they walk,

and they're both saying stupid things

for fear of being forced to talk

they operate as if within

a cloak of angles and efface

their natural relation as two people in a single place.

           (chorus)>  

it takes so long for him to see

that it's as simple as it seems

but we learn through experience

the things we do not learn

in dreams

 (the things we do not learn

          in dreams).

she speaks only to impress a first-night audience of one,

although she hates herself for this

she won't be normal till he's gone

he tries to make allowances but bells are ringing in his head

every word or gesture falls malformed and awkward, strange and dead.

       (chorus)>  

they both know this is not the world,

and each has flown to a high place

from which they helplessly observe

their empty bodies mouth and chase

and yet they feel so close (so close)

and they've no way of knowing then

it takes so many years for us to come back to ourselves again.

       (chorus)>  

                                                ........and fade.

man you recognise

this is a bad business i've started a new enterprise

don't come looking for me baby i'm not the man you recognise

i have grown a purple beard i've adopted a disguise

don't go gunning for me honey i'm not the man you recognise

i could see you through the darkness i could see you through my eyes

i don't know who you're looking for i'm not the man you recognise

i'm not the man i thought i was but that should come as no surprise

you look at me as though i'm glass i'm not the man you recognise

i have cast away my shields i can't tell what's truth or lies

if you think you see me straight i'm not the man you recognise

i have shed a thousand skins through the pain that purifies

i'm your secret lover, love, i'm not the man you recognise

i've become a different being why should i apologise ?

i'm a mystery to me i'm not the man you recognise.

the water

abiezer coppe, i summon him up; abiezer coppe, i summon him up; abiezer coppe, i summon him up; abiezer coppe, i summon him up;

abiezer coppe, abiezer coppe,

i summon him up, i summon him up;

abiezer coppe, abiezer coppe,

i summon him up, i summon him up, i summon him up, i summon him up! 

living in the next living in the next living in the next living in the next

living in the next world my life living it now  (x3)

living in the next world my life it's my life. 

i'm going to walk on the water  and I'll never come back to the dead-end street or the beaten track.  (x4)

i'm going to walk on the water  i'm going to walk, walk on the water.

somewhere out of reason, bursting from its prison,  everything must go, abandon your defences,  all pretence and prettiness, dance until you're senseless,

let the spirit flow,

dance until you're senseless,

let the spirit flow ! 

          living in the next world                                       my life                              living it now.

this disc comprises the formal studio recordings of brahma chop, featuring our first two incarnations. the first  five songs, ‘love train’ to ‘trance fever’ inclusive, were released as the vinyl 12” hearth. the remaining songs have never before been released.

 ‘love train and ‘distance’ were recorded by dave tribe, ali, richard and pete in the first instance and rick overdubbed his parts afterwards. the other songs were recorded by the first permanent brahma chop line-up of alan, dave bailes, colin, richard, rick and peter. writing credits are somewhat conjectural, but except for ‘trance fever’ (pick, pegge, schofield baker, walker, reading) and ‘telephone song’ (pick, miles, baker) they can be assumed to have been written by the players.

lyrics by peter pick. 

the recordings were made at abbeydale studios in north acton, and engineered by ceri (1&2) and brian roche.

 they were mixed by peter pick at broxmead studios, cuckfield except ‘distance’ (2) mike hazell/peter pick.

 alan baker     bass guitar, percussion(6).

dave bailes     drumkit.

richard miles     guitar, effects.

rick patten     guitar,keyboard(10)

peter pick     vocals, alto sax.

colin reading     percussion, bass(6), keyboard(5).

alasdair paterson     drums (1&2).

dave tribe     bass (1&2)

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