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Good Times With Evil

by Stuart O'Connor

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1.
Clear your head for once you fool and focus on the song Everyone here knows the difference between right and wrong Preaching to the converted is all well and good Whilst they're nodding along But the broken record sound isn't really catching on So desperate and displeased but never really in need Isn't so much a stance Listen to yourself breath and hope that others Breath in time and take the chance Your breath is the breeze that bends and sways the Influence of how the cards of fate play To do nothing is to throw yourself away You're a posh boy not some hippie man leading There are no slums there is no real meaning You're the middle ground of parental dependancy You're the well spoken housed in comfort You're irrelevant beyond absurd You're the voice without an excuse to speak to me I will maintain my right to remain I will not change for you I'm a soft touch not abrasive in leading There are no slums or mansions but we all search for meaning I'm the middle ground of guilt and luxury I'm the well spoken word of comfort I'm the lost and found but still absurd I'm the justification to be free
2.
Blown tires broken wires Cage is rattling Fish hook one look Who's exaggerating No way You ain't been paying attention Henpecked to respect Almost always flattering There's a fetish for fine lines And an edge not to trust Insecurity is his issue with society
3.
A case dismissed is gonna let the letters fall away I hope you understand It was his master plan He let it rip so subtle That the ripples are still mutters They need a dusting down They need someone to shout The truth hides deep in this town He resonates his shame in such a tidy way His beak is pointing down His head is underground His feathers are still ruffled His pride is in a bubble Such needs to look around He can't see fate is bound The truth hides deep in this sound The cash stretched as far as the ear could hear Reverb resonates through the spaces in our fears We let it slip so subtle That our visions are still muffled I followed lust for hours We traded in on our powers Please a little silence for what was Please a little grace for what is We'll sign your petition But in a world of repetition For now we toast to mutterings
4.
The wayward signs point directly to your broken lines The ball you dropped hits the periphery of another time 3 weeks back in blighty and you're feendishly lost inside You have a map of Shibuya to see you out the other side Your defenses took perspective and put it by the wayside The fuel you find helps to medicate your active mind But then it seems by morning you are thinking back in real time You have the memories of Chiba to help yourself to realise that you're gonna be fine Umegaoka Hello! Harajuku Hello! All these memories Hello! Wont you help me Hello! Yearning Like never before And Now you want more But you can't have it No you can't have it
5.
Pish 04:12
Recompense says the salesman as he buttons up his fly He says this is what you would do if you were I Make some sense says the headstone of the man who didn't try But he sure did look good in a shirt and tie 6 Billion piece puzzle makes you wonder where to start But if you keep the pieces separate you can call them art Altruistic says the mystic who's insightful till the end If you still don't believe me we can play pretend Wake me up With the power of suggestion Give it up For an accurate selection Wake me up before I sleep now is the deus of the mind In a bar under the sea is where you'll find All those little arithmetic's and shuffling lines At their peak dare you seek to read the signs Oh wait do you hear what I say You made the rules so surely you can play Yet we batten down the hatches and pretend that we are blind And I thought that we were meant to be human kind
6.
Revisited 01:54
Skip skip shuffle shuffle As he sits and runs his own little gauntlet of patience Delays and catastrophes revisited As space limitations flitter and flutter With the coming and the going And only ever twisting conversation with said self could alter It's the complacent young in the semi-retired hum Of the sheen blue screen and the downtime based conundrum They dig the dirt for that spark that they used to find in parks before Circuit boards and digits used to occupy their figits Yes there's work to be done To differentiate the milling from the mulling and the living from the lulling It's a conundrum based on downtime if we even have that long You could call it superstition but there's a lack of recognition in just where I might belong So pick pick subtle subtle come the quiz questions that gather in a circle vicious enough to scare even the dullest senses into action A stir has been caused now that has festered too long A back of the brain strain left to niggle away like a song On your marks get set go seems to be the hook line Right or wrong But the starting gun hasn't made it's snap It was swapped with the finishing line in a trade That was played down so long ago You can't even be sure you should be thinking about it anymore But none the less you can't deny that you were told So you stay in your best dress just incase somebody Suddenly calls your number. So undeterred you try your hand at a routine lost and found In a place deep underground A few bits are borrowed but the bulk is owned And at least it's getting you by
7.
You wait behind the lines You say the fault is in the times You plead but you conscience don't belong Whatever happened to the streetlight song So we paced round the places we had been You told of how at times your eyes were green I confessed what I thought rapport had won Whatever happened to the streetlight song Our time is worth it's wait in money I almost lost myself and called you honey We could say it's love but we haven't given notice So let's just say for now we are conveniently emotive- vation it hides in logics wake It's a simple song that helps a complex phase Subtle go the lines that we have sung Whatever happened to the streetlight song
8.
By the time it took my mindset to alter it's course I had begun a regime of refined remorse It took days at first to calculate just where I'd gone wrong And though it tied my head in knots They were bows all along For the gift of realisation is a prize rarely won And the gravity of the lesson didn't hurt as it could've done So I'm sending forth my gratitude In the shape of this song You made a stubborn mind realise That it could just be wrong And that doesn't happen often A revolution over stubborn apathy Is a simple application of modern democracy But it's how the rugs pulled from under our feet So we just lie and gaze at stars never minding deceit But the steps towards rebelling are more than theory We get up We dust down We start shifting our feet till the mindset that we capture has embraced simplicity Independence in stature to simply disagree But that doesn't happen Easily
9.
Now, Instigate the debate, wait till we're found With our hands in our pockets underground Show your teeth with belief in this sound Through the holes comes the sun War, Pick a side, hope you're right and what for? There will always be a borderline More Cries for blood cries a plenty when its pawns who will occupy the battle lines Dare we wait till we found Dare we fight with apathy Dare we wait till a decade has come around Dare we claim victory Dare we wait till the waste has emased Dare we hide the debree Dare we claim victory The Situation deepens as the plot it thickens as it is as it was as it always will So to a place where the ashes remain Just stories and shadows Wood, Cloth and bone; next to luxury items behind glass Exhibits to a time that shouldn't last Paradise lost to say the least please don't mess with nature for nature is the beast Organic like the plague A morbid statistic, our time is our age So hibernate into a head of swollen thoughts like some humdrum ritual you play with what you've caught And when the ashes take their bow we'll sigh at the news with our eyes looking down
10.
Discretion appears to be the flavour of the month What is said and what is meant not need be matching up All this anonymity appears to be the makings of tough love So choices made by facts remain the strongest of the two Forgive me if I relapse into a diatribe of truth But refreshment call that these dirty walls need Gloss to finish off my point of view The world lapses into the digital age With flurry but without haste The truth hides now in mega bytes there's not a click to waste Tomlinson or New Orleans won't hesitate to justify the case And we were all there Dropkick in the atomic age with a particle divide We'll play with fire and hone the spark and then we'll burn alive No need to grab our camera phones No need to upload from our wireless drive Cause we will all be there
11.
Sleep Tight 05:37
The reason you gave me wasn't good enough But I accepted it none the less As I always seem to do When I'm at your address And so you think you're justified Cause you felt so disadvantaged from the start But I say this game is how you play it but you Just take your circumstance as a second chance It must have seemed so easy Telling tales that get taller by the day I watched you execute A trust left so abused And then you made your getaway So when the heat came round the corner You dropped your moral values and you ran You ran to where they couldn't point the finger And you conscience sang Sleep tight you fickle trickster Sleep while alarm bells ring For you'll always deceive With that trick up your sleeve Of being a liar and a thief Sleep tight you dirty fucker Sleep while your family shun You with such distain You're pinky she's the brain You'll get yours when Karma comes.
12.
Wait right there, Don't you dare, Tell me it's not true You stood in line Wasted so much time So it will come to you And it's true It'll come to you So meet me there So we can stare Together at the wall I'll turn to you Say there's nothing new Nothing's changed at all And it's true It'll come to you There's no guarantee Nothing's as it promises to be But you're not waiting for me Do you feel lucky? What is it that you're waiting for?

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3rd album by Stuart O'Connor

Again a heavy influence from the road with many of the songs originally demo's during sessions in Australia and Japan.

This album in particular was a progression for the Stuart but also for his band.

A change in line up brought in Progressive rock drummer Leon Camfield to the fold. By this point the band had been playing together for 2 years and the gelling of the musicians was starting to show as 90% of this album was recorded live in the studio.

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released September 20, 2010

Produced by Chris Hollis with assistance from Stuart O'Connor

Recorded at Midnight Moth Studios, London

Mastered by Chris Hollis

Album artwork taken by Rob Mchale
www.flickr.com/robertmchale rob.macca at yahoo.com

Taken in Watford , UK

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Stuart O'Connor UK

Full time touring internationally since 2006.

Over 2000 shows - in UK Japan, New Zealand, Australia, S. Korea, Italy,
Germany, Colombia, France, Poland, Austria, Czech Rep, Thailand,
Netherlands, Switzerland, United States.

Sharing billings with
Damien Rice, Billy Cobham, Glen Matlock (Sex Pistols), The Staves,
Ocean Colour Scene, Mad Professor, Ed Sheeran, James Bay, To name a few.
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