A Tribute To You Know Who

by Ryan Murphy

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Made in one schizophrenic weekend, 'A Tribute To You Know Who' has nothing to do with Harry Potter, but everything to do with magic! Have you ever felt as if the objects in your room were against you? Have you ever had a near death experience and later realised that you were actually witnessing your own death in a parallel world? You're sitting at your typewriter with pages and pages of that novel you've been meaning to finish, only to wake up suddenly with your head in the bathroom sink; the dull buzz of the electric light, you turn to meet a pale face in a dirty mirror. You check your computer, there's a new download? A tribute to you know what..?

This is an album of lo-fi, daylight nightmares. You won't like it, I didn't even want to make it, but now it's too late...

NOTE: free download comes with bonus album artwork and self-portraits. Say what?! Yes, it's very exciting stuff!

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released April 8, 2012

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Thanks to "You Know Who" for inspiring me to make this album, you basically wrote it for me man!

Also, thanks to Harry Chalmers for letting me use the track 'Man, Turn That Sh*t Off!', which features myself and Joseph Barenskie performing 'vocal details'.
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Janet Records Ltd. (2012)

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Track Name: Look At The Wooden Furnishings
Now I know you we can meet again.

"Now I know you we can..."

That's all you say.

Look at the wooden furnishings,
but you don't know what I've become.

That's all.
Track Name: Sumbarine
The old man and the sea
tomorrow is going to be
a river, river run.

When your luck comes you're ready to run.

The early sun hurts the eyes
when you're alone it's no surprise
a river, the river runs.

When your luck comes you're ready to run.

That's what I'm talkin' 'bout I'm ready to run,
that's what I'm talkin' 'bout I'm ready to run, oh.
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout I'm ready to run,
that's what I'm talkin' 'bout I'm ready to run, oh.
Track Name: Layout Laughing At Your Shirt & Tie
He
won't
be
happy
when
you
layout
laughing
at
your
shirt
and
tie.
Track Name: We Stole (Apple Juice)
Coming out of a plane through customs the buzzer lights up red...
Track Name: Dead Rainbows
The road are full of holes,
the churches have been sold,
staring with your face into the cold.

When you look towards the sky you will not see a light: the sky is full of dead rainbows.

Walking through the park,
concrete either side,
not a sign of life anywhere.

Look toward the skies, there will not be a light: the sky is full of dead rainbows.

(coughing)
Track Name: Freak Show
Come to the show, contort your soul.
Two heads, two minds,
to fight the lions.

Jester bell rings and we all sing:

(maybe he will)

"If he wants to put her in his pocket then he will; let me tell you he'll keep her. Then they let the lion loose and it's running around and around and around."

Oooh, la la la!
Don't worry it's easy.
Oooh la la la!
Don't worry it's easy:

"And now we're dancing, dancing, dancing to the sound of the moon, and she'll throw those pennies back at you from a hot air balloon."

Oooh, la la la!
Don't worry it's easy.
Oooh, la la la!
Don't worry it's easy.
Track Name: And, Falling Backwards Repeatedly
I can see you through my telescope
I can see you through my telescope
it's a bit of battered rolled up newspaper!
Track Name: Painting Plastic Models Of Tyrannosaurus Rex In Dayglow Psychedelic Colours
Woah now girl, I don't know what you're saying! You make it so hard. All of those people in your head are whispering and they've travelled so far.

What was your favourite past time? I'll tell you one of mine:

We were painting plastic models of tyrannosaurus rex, in dayglow psychedelic colours!

When did I go to the place that I forgot about? Back at the top. Au revoir, so long goodbye, nice to have met you! That's all I've got.

What was your favourite past time? I'll tell you one of mine:

We were painting plastic models of tyrannosaurus rex, in dayglow psychedelic colours!

Woah now girl, I don't know what you're saying! You make it so hard. All of those people in your head are whispering and they've travelled so far.

What was your favourite past time? I'll tell you one of mine:

We were painting plastic models of tyrannosaurus rex, in dayglow psychedelic colours!
Track Name: Firewire HiBias
The evening sun has come once again set in the east.
Tempting stars remember sweethearts blown away another day maybe.
Drop my cards warm legs in my nest fade away look down for a while.
Concentration meander river run towards wild major brush strokes.

Fireworks go berserk when standing right ahead.
Dancing with stars remember old sweethearts all blown away.
Drop my cards warm legs hold back go into my nest for a while.
Oh now concentration meandering...
Track Name: Man, Turn That Sh*t Off!
Oh yeah! Woo!
Yeah, what!?
Hallelujah!
Man, turn that shit off!
Break it down!
Oh shit! Woo!
Yeah, what!?
Track Name: The Knife
And now we sleep hand me my pen so I can write about the things that pass by my window. The night becomes a bright and orange shade. I bet you didn't know...

That I saw the knife, so I punched the knife.
Yes I saw the knife, so I punched the knife.
Then I saw the knife, so I punched the knife.
So I saw the knife, so I punched the knife.

Outside the rain continued to fall and the girl continued to dig she was now standing in a mixture of mud and clay it was nearly six and half feet deep and her yellow raincoat was marked with the mud on her elbows, was marked with the mud on her elbows, woo hoo!

So I saw the knife, and I punched the knife.
So I saw the knife, and I punched the knife.
So I saw the knife, so I punched the knife.
So I saw the knife, so I punched the knife.
Track Name: XII - To The Sounds Of Timpani
It's theatrical, it's all, it's all just theatrical!
It's a drama, it's just, it's just a drama!
You fools!
Track Name: (Credits)
(instrumental)