Green Cage Cabaret

At the green-cage cabaret
where flowers and good things might grow
they'll not pierce mind through eye nor ear
the short slaves of our eyes are our tears

The track has a great stereo feel to it - created by recording the most of the instrumentation twice over and panning it all hard left and right. We didn't really go in for subtle production... BN

The recording on Sinclair's Luck is the 4-track version, but it was originally recorded on Ben's 2-track machine. At the time I thought the original version was actually better in the mix of the sound and in the Korg playing. Unfortunately a small hole was punched in the original by somebody hitting Record instead of Stop. I wonder if it can be fixed on the computer? GG

I like the guitar on the 4-track version, but then I suppose I would. JP

The original version - repaired by Ben - is included on Press My Hungry Button.

Green Cage Cabaret
Cultural Amnesia

Green cage cabaret
green cage cabaret

I'm biding my time by the edge of a skull
spending days of my time by the edge of a skull
and I'm plucking my boots and I'm pulling my bootlace
there's silk in my eyeholes, soft music's my earholes
it's beats on a hollow drum at the green cage cabaret
where flowers and good things might grow

There are paper scraps in my head down by the edge
the chalk skull pulls my mind in tune and around
pulls me surely with the tide betide me
high betide me and woe betide me
by the daubed skull I'll abide me

chorus:
At the green cage cabaret
where flowers and good things might grow
they'll not pierce mind through eye not ear
the short slaves of our eyes are our tears

Our eyes are dry they'll not dissolve
the fence what is provoking me
why stitch me up, they stitched me down
why play with me, they played me around
dancing the pastures of the chalked cranium

chorus

There is a small locket
that I'm keeping my scraps in
things that are valuable
knowledge and the like

chorus

Green cage cabaret
green cage cabaret
they stitched me up, they stitched me down
they played with me, they played me around
dancing the pastures of the chalked cranium

Green cage cabaret
green cage cabaret