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Of Detritus & Departures

by Lloyd Allison-Young

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Lloyd Allison-Young's "Of Detritus & Departures" is a 'Pay What You Want' album download.

"I believe it's more important for my music to be in the hands and in the ears of the people who enjoy it most, rather than it being a way for me to make an absurd amount of money.

That's is why i've decided to let the fans decide what they think the album is worth." - Lloyd Allison-Young.

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Includes a Bundled Download of Lloyd Allison-Young's debut album "Of Detritus & Departures", alongside the bonus EP download of " 'Detritus...' - The B-Sides", which contains unreleased tracks from the album, as well as bonus material from the studio sessions.


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Alongside everything offered in the Extras Package (see above), you will be granted access to the regular email updates of Lloyd Allison-Young on related news, and upcoming events, exclusive demo material, as well as the news and recordings of his other musical ventures: Festival, The Dead Battery Trio...and more!


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Bayonet Records.

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released 17 April 2010
All songs written, performed and produced by Lloyd Allison-Young.

Trumpet, Violin on tracks 1, 4, 6 - Matt Chaplin

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Track Name: In The Ground
Gather ‘round the fire children; throw upon your sand.
Don’t entertain the hope of ever being found.
Forget about the nothingness, the Devil's dealt his hand.
You understand that you’re all in the ground.

The trees above, they ain’t going to whimper.
The sky ain’t going to fall.
The rivers ain’t going to run red for you, boy.
I think you'll witness nothing change at all.

Now, let me tell you all about tomorrow;
Allow me to ease your minds -
The world has no intention of ending.
And the forecast for tomorrow will be 'Fine'.

So don’t go and make a big deal out of nothing;
You’re getting lost out at Sea.
I recommend promoting me to Captain;
Only I know how to navigate this wheel.

All of your lovers and all of your foes, they will cry their eyes to the nub.
But all of your lovers and all of your foes are going keep on moving along.
Listen closely, boy. Take it from me – The world will keep spinning.

The world keeps spinning around.
The world keeps spinning around.

The trees above, they ain’t going to whimper.
The sky ain’t going to fall.
The rivers ain’t going to run red for you, boy.
I think you'll witness nothing change at all.

Now, let me tell you all about tomorrow;
Allow me to ease your minds -
The world has no intention of ending.
And the forecast for tomorrow will be 'Fine'.

So don’t go and make a big deal out of nothing;
You’re getting lost out at Sea.
I recommend promoting me to Captain;
Only I know how to navigate this wheel.
Track Name: Emma-Jane
Oh, Emma-Jane.
Hose me up another Guiness and shoot open the Champagne.
I met a very special lady just now.

You see, her hair's the colour of 'dirt-blood' red;
decidely small fringe, and those familiar dreads.
I didn't know her name until just now.

But somehow...

I can tell that she is sunny inside.
Drunkards spilling 'Insults On The Rocks' and a 'Bourbon & Snide'.
But she just mops it up in her stride.

Emma-Jane.

Sometimes I can't sleep at night.
These things, they cloud my thoughts:
Should I stay or should I go?
Maybe I'll just grab another glass of Butterscotch Schnapps.

Then she will encroach on me
And top me up with a 'Smile & Gin'.
Maybe I will finally begin to grin again.

Emma-Jane.

She takes me outside by the scruff of the neck.
She sits me down on the cold ground to teach me how to roll her a cigarette.
"Here's your cigarette, E-J", I will say.

Then she'll laugh.
And look at me as if to say "That's the worst cigarette i've ever seen...
...But I still love you, anyway."

Emma-Jane.

Sometimes I can't sleep at night.
These things, they cloud my thoughts:
Should I stay or should I go?
Maybe I'll just grab another glass of Butterscotch Schnapps.

Then she will encroach on me
And top me up with a 'Smile & Gin'.
Maybe I will finally begin to grin again.

From the Parrot Bar in the Reeperbahn,
The George Harcourt or the Phoenix Bar.
I don't want to be found no where else.

Emma-Jane.

I guess i'll just sit here in my little corner booth,
Hiding behind a magazine, like
The BMA, TV Guide or the CAP,
Dreaming of what may be,
If I was just to ask you your name.
Track Name: Little Cookie-Boy
Once upon a time, there was a little, Cookie-Boy.
He walked a great big line*.

To derail, he'd be damned - So he trudged along.
Assembled out of pine.*

And every single time you saw him, he would be standing still.
Standing still, and waiting for the kill.

Once upon a time, in foggy London town
The silence marred by 'Gasp!'.

The authorities arrived and questioned them.
"What happened here!?" - They asked.

A prepubescent girl did answer them:
"I heard a shrieking ill! The shrieking ill of someone being killed!"

Oh, Little Cookie-Boy.

Once upon a time, there was an indesicive girl.
"I can't make up my mind!"
So, Little Cookie-Boy began to stalk this girl:
"My Dear, you'll surely die.
Unless, of course, you choose just what it is you want, I cannot let you live..."

"I'm sorry, Cookie, but I will not give."

Oh, Little Cookie Boy.

Once upon a time, Sir Cookie found a young man,
Waiting for his love.
Sir Cookie said: "Good boy, if you don't abandon, I'll give you a shove"
For, you see, this young boy was standing before a deathly casm.
Sir Cook, when questioned, blamed it on a spasm.

Oh, Little Cookie-Boy.
Oh, Little Cookie-Boy.
Track Name: Casablanca
At Casablanca where a romance burns.
Intoxicated with a Latin feel.
You buy me one of those and we'll take turns.
Some cheap tequila and a lemon peel.

A stumbled Mambo and a dixie cup.
The band is sweating out an evil tune.
If we sit down then we will not stand up.
A stark collective and the bassman swoons.

Whisper something sordid. Catch my eye.
You shake your hips a little more my way.
A heart that's set to melting from my lies.
Some suggest that I ain't got no shame.

A split cab to parts of town unknown.
Oh, I'm a nightmare for a femninist.
You keep it quiet and he'll never know.
You hold on to me like you've never been kissed before.

I don't need anyone but I want you.
I'm not asking if you have thought this through.
The morning's young and baby so am I.
A lucky girl who's tooking from her shy.

I'll take your photo and I'll make you mad
And you will argue with the fun we had.
I may be bleeding, but we still make love.
A Cheeky Cheetah and a Lion Tough.

Technical maladies are but a choice.
It's up to you if you should heed that voice,
Or stuff a feather pillow down it's throat;
Whether to choke upon a guilt or rather watch guilt choke.

You clearly know the one about "...on tour..."
and the stories i'll tell about a head red raw.
I wonder if we'll ever meet again.
I wonder if this will mean anything to anyone.
Track Name: Kansas
On my way home to Kansas.
Wearing little but dark glasses and blue jeans.

We're both sleeping at the wheel.
I steer a vague direction as it screams.

Lost it all on a faulty lock.
That's what you get for "Too good as it seems..."

I know it's probably not the most important thing right now,
but all i've got on my mind is what my accountant is going to think of me.

So, tell the children that the weddings off;
Be sure to be as gentle as you can.

Don't you bother with deposits -
Aunt Katherine, she is sure to understand.

Gather up what is left of you;
Let's burn it in a proper pile so grand.

Come on baby, why don't you ride up here in Shotgun with me...
Let's saddle up and blow this popsicle stand.

And I know by now, by now the children must be crying
In a land where they let the children cry.
And the stars'll shine tonight.
In a land where they let the stars shine.

And I know by now, by now the children must be crying
In a land where they let the children cry.
And the stars'll shine tonight.
In a land where they let the stars shine.

I know by now...
Track Name: There I Go
We've got an old tin-shed and two bottles of Jack,
With Tobacco as back up, in smokey black stacks.

A boutique cigarette and a face to forget;
I can't forget her yet. I guess my match has been met.

She's my enemy, my enemy - One bucktooth and killing sprees.
"Red Wing Wedding Ring". Get yourself a pretty thing.
I can hear a lady scream; then again, it might be Sin.

There I Go.

Bracelet?
Bracelet???
I don't need a bracelet.
Sell it off to someone else, and get yourself a facelift.
Now, you can get up off your knees.

I stroke my goatee'd chin.
"Let Me Begin!
It's Story Time In Brooklyn, Children!
All Of You Are Swimming With Disease!"

"LET. ME. BEGIN."
I only hear pins and needles fall.
Because I'm all alone.
No one home.
Now my show is the only thing I know.

There I go.

Overshot the Cuckoo's next.
Now how will I snag a breast of Sanity's most elusive delights.
Hollowed bone and sharpened rock, bound together (Tick and Tock), is always good for killing things in flight.
Watch her fall dead from the sky.
Like the apple of your eye was arrowed out by William Tell.
Never seeing, hear the knell - It Tolls For Thee.

"There I Go".
Track Name: Dressed To The Nines
"Dress her to the 9's, boys. Dress her to the 9's.
Tie the lace and make her face - we're runnin' low on time.
The last thing that we're wanting is for them to be running late.
And sure as shit, this time they've got enough up on their plates without the
Frantic, Tantric, Corniac Cries..."

An artist growing old was once a painter, now he's blind.
Impatience as they force the girl upon the creaky boards -
His face, it hints abhorence as she taunts the freaky hordes.
The drooling men, in starts, distracted from their Leaky Lords,
are grooling ten, in parts, and scratch out for the 'cheeky whores'.

The song and dance are shimmer, the glue and tape are glow.
The truth in shallow scandal on her skin is sure to show.
A tear upon her inner cheek, but they will never know.
As if they'd give a damn, the helpless fucks; lame-eyed and low.

"Smile, baby! Smile!" through a joust of trash-heap flashing.
The chains a-wrappin' knuckles, bending barley for a bashing.
Stilletto stomps with pastie pomp a-pummel drowsy dashing.
Yellow-doored gum stumps rot and rage awhiles they gnashin' to the bone.

Overflowing with sigh desires, plussed with brimming wants,
A gaggled gang decide to gag a girl who haunts their gambled haunt.
At best, it was a drag of kick and screams - they take her all in hand.
And in all their hands, they take her all. They will make her understand.

"It's unfair, don't you get it? - this cake was made for eating.
If you think you can stand this kitchen, you can stand this beating.

Well, the blood spilt and ripples guilt across their fubbled fingers.
And now it's where she's burried that her ghost so closely lingers.

All tied with rope and stifled shine, they dig holes with their hands
Underneath the trains, under the tracks, under the sand.
All tied with rope and stifled shine, she preaches now to man.
Underneath the trains under the tracks, under the sand.
Track Name: Dusty Days
I never thought to find you on this dusty hunters day.

If ever wrought with blindness, it has taken both your eyes.

I watch as you walk your way.

It seems your dreams have grown fat and now they lay with lard and lies.

Why talk my beats away as your imagination wanders all the time.
You indesicive, vamping cluster fuck. I find you on the fence again.

And once a friend, don't break but always bend.

"It's not the same this time...Look out, it's a little different, now." And all the while you tooking from your shy.

If I were steppin' in your tatttered ragged shoes, all those things you'll never be;

All of the world I had in my minds eye.

Would plague me to the noose and you know why.

You stray and you don't stick. We've been here before.

Oh, I know.

You leech until we cringe or more.

Close the door.

You'll never see my face again.

Consider me gone.

There I go.
Track Name: Mark II
Colt drawn as we bustin' down doors.
Mark II as the getaway car.
Knucklepuck Tony caught it in the side.
Have to leave the dead behind.

Wipe off the glass from my trench coat.
Fire off shots from the window.
The cops give chase.
Road becomes lace.
We tie a knot. We're desert bound.

On the back seat; a battered old trunk.
Half full of gold, the other half's junk.
I ain't going to let nobody get a hold onto me.

We're on the home stretch, Ball it down the line.
Kick it on to Tucson, we're going to be on time.
Not a soul in sight at speed across the sands.
The bop we blare, we ride it home.

Lights flash in the rearview mirror.
Murder Red squeals and a Bible Blue moan.
Phonecall to your Momma at home;
Tell her you ain't comin' back no more.

On the back seat; a battered old trunk.
Half full of gold, the other half's junk.
I ain't going to let nobody get a hold onto me.
Track Name: War Song
Hush up, Little One.
The time it has come
For you to lay right here in my arms
As I say to you what I'm dreading to say but I fear I am leaving soon.

The bells they have drafted me right up to the front.
My dear, Oh, something's gone terribly wrong.
They dropped him dead without moment of thought,
And so it's up to men to be fought.
With sorrow I am now terribly wrought
For, dear, I have been called to war.

Never fear, I'm a Lion who's fiersome and tough.
For mice they gather the plucks of a dove
and upon a Fathers house do they fall,
And shame is showered like rain in pour
And never will I put that shame or more
On my family or my love.

For Country, for Freedom, for Fathers I fight.
Through sun, through storm, through day and through night.
But you would stretch to find a moment in time
When my mind is away from you.

But there you go now;
You furrow that brow,
And throw concern at me all up and down.
And it's times like these that I'm wanting to say:
"Oh my dear, I've changed, I am willing to stay!"
Oh that would be a most glorious day!
But I fear things don't work that way...

Please, dearest, cheer up;
We've got to grow up.
The world is changing and so both we must.
So, take your sugar and take your brass weight,
And measure solid a perfect pound state,
And there away over land will I wait,
And I'll see you Armistice Day.

The firing will yield
Upon flanders field,
And then, to you I'll return with a shield,
And I will settle again on our shore,
And we will know what is worth fighting for,
And we will be back together once more,
And i'll hold you again so strong

But you must understand -
The day is at hand;
The day where I must be leaving this land.
I won't return for a good length of time,
So, weigh that sugar and busy your mind,
And the hours, days and the weeks they will fly.
Before you know it, upon the horizon, you'll see me approaching home.

I won't return for a good length of time,
So, weigh that sugar and busy your mind,
And the hours, days and the weeks they will fly.
Before you know it, upon the horizon, you'll see me approaching home.