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Cosmic Dandy
Lyrics

Peppermint Jar

Little white baby when I see you alone

I want you to come inside and taste my home.

Small round honey know you're oh so fine.

Oh little baby know you're mine mine mine.

 

So down down down, down down down.

So down down down, down down down

Into the peppermint jar.

 

Knocking on your little cork unpainted door.

Just please let me reach inside for more.

I'm tempted to break you open so

I can watch your peppermints come raining down on the floor.

 

Oh, down down down, down down down.

So down down down, down down down

Into the peppermint jar.

 

I remember one morning when I looked out the window

The light shined upon your pretty stage.

It’s well known that you have made yourself

Available to those of any age.

 

So down down down, down down down.

So down down down, down down down

Into the peppermint jar.

 

One dreary day walking down the street

Feeling lonely as I feel my feet,

But then looking through a window there

Who did I happen to meet?

 

The peppermint jar...

So I went down down down, down down down.

So down down down, down down down

Into the peppermint jar.

When I Rode Out

When I rode out I thundered through the wood...

When I rode out I thundered through the wood... (repeat)

A Stroll With My Suspenders

(instrumental)

My Handwriting is Better

We made a model to scale

We painted it from tip to tail

We took it outside into relative quiet

But it dived from a terminal height.

My handwriting is better,

But yours is better when it's read upside down...

You drew a picture of me

Made it look worse than should be

Each time I look in the mirror I leave

The ugly bits outside to keep.

My handwriting is better,

But yours is better when it's read upside down...

Scruff

Sixpence Boat

I was a sailor, I wandered seven countries

 Much like the ones I'd left behind

Until I was a captain with six legs of wood

And in a basket I kept my snake

To hypnotise the less staunch of my men

 Who rode high on the low tide of their lives.

 

 Welcome to the city of green,

Where blue silverstreaks hide in foreign waves

On the coasts of new waters.

How many of them have seen me?

 

I walked a fine line between

Long oceans and citizen dreams

Of what had to be a new religion.

May I disguise myself now?

 

Welcome to the city of green,

Where blue fish and mermaids gaze at my boat

That was now a stranger in their world,

And I wonder how many of them have seen me on the sails.

 

I poked my main sail up through the clouds

And glanced at my compass

 To make sure I was lost,

 Happy at those lines on the charts,

 Since I knew navigation had no bearing

On where we were going

To where we were going.

So, where are we going now?

Who knows where we're going?

Who knows how long the time is from the

 Moment we set off to when we

Reach where we're going?

    

Welcome to the city of green,

Where whales and dark moments hail sudden waves

On the coasts of new waters?

How many of them have seen me?

How many of them have seen me?

 

Let me get to the side,

I'm feeling sick of this ride,

And I'll give you your sixpence my crew...

If we just survive.

 

Welcome to the city of green,

Where lifeboats skitter on calm seas

Where rips and tides roll the swollen bays

Where the edge of the world awaits me

Where blue eyes and bright shells gaze at my boat

That was but a stranger in their world,

And I wonder how many of them...

How many of them have seen me?

 How many of them have seen me?

Out of Colour

Green I see, 'green' I say,

     Red you see, 'red' you say.

 

     Yellow's abroad, and so I say

     'Yellow is here, just look at the day

     Purple's abroad, and so you say,

     You said the same thing yesterday.

 

     Orange I see, but that's okay, so

     When you see it's brown you say.

 

     Colour's away, someone has played

     With our brushes. Own up you,

     You in the blue, you in the red, 

     You with these colours around his head.

 

     Say you're a little bit out of colour,

     Say you're a little bit out of colour,

     Well I can colour you.

 

     Show your hands, are they

     Pink are they black?

     Is it possible that you

     Could put them back?

 

     Bright you feel, 'bright' you say,

     Dull I feel, 'dull' I say.

 

     Just make these colours run away,

     I don't think I'm up to it today.

     How many colours make up the day?

     How many colours remove the day?

Kids Show Theme

(instrumental)

Rollerskating Puppet Children's Show

(instrumental)

Cute Porcupine

Cute Porcipine, the sky's at the top of your hole.

Cute Porcipine, crawling up and out of your hole.

 

Digging your way through stubborn dirt,

But it's not as stubborn as you,

So lift up your head to smell the wind

You'll soon catch the scent of foxes listening.

 

Eye to the ground, eye to your head,

Fox is waiting

Till he sees you in the light

and then panting

Shows his teeth to you, boy

Oh it's frightening.

 

I can stay here forever, for I know the sun won't die,

And fox can poke his nose in till he pricks it on my spines.

 

Well I dig that foxy listening, no it doesn't make me shy,

Because I know he will turn his tail when his hide touches mine.    

 

Eye to the ground, eye to your head,

Fox is waiting

Till he sees you in the light

and then panting

Shows his teeth to you, boy

Oh it's frightening.

 

Tell me now, are you the kind of rodent to run

From any beast whose teeth crave you between them,

And tell me now, is this just as half as fun,

That his hunting's nearly done.

 

Cute Porcipine, the sky's at the top of your hole.

Cute Porcipine, up and out the back door of your home.

At the Comic Exchange

(instrumental)

Robots Have Taken Over the World

My Canny Satchel

Schoolyard Blues

I went to school, gosh it was great,

and I did my homework with my best mate

I had a brown lunch bag, gosh it was mint,

and I wanna go back for more 

    

Three cheers for school x2

Me and me mates love school

I brought an apple for every day

and I was beaten up in the schoolyard, no way!

Well I'm a nerd, but that's okay

 'Cos I get out of the bigger kid's way!

Yeh me and my friends got shiny shows

And we couldn't say we ever had the schoolyard blues

 

We never said fuck

till just right now

We never smoked dope,

and we really love the pope.

Yeh me and my friends got shiny shows

And we couldn't say we ever had the schoolyard blues

Just Hangin'

(instrumental)

 
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Album Notes

Album Notes

In 1992, while I was in England, I started playing guitar more for fun than consolation, and the songs that became Cosmic Dandy initially were part of a body of songs alongside those on Galactic Tea, Universal Spunk Candy and Dwellings. While I put it first in the sequence of these songs, it actually was the last to get separated out from the others and didn't fall into place until I had stripped songs from the other albums, chosen the name, and re-designed the cover.

It doesn't requite much insight to see it coheres around a theme of playful childhood, with a 60s-80s vibe, ranging from watching morning kid's tv, viting comic book stores, childhood musings, going to school, and generally kicking around the neighbourhood and house before hitting the sack for the whimsy of dreamland. It was initially structured as a day in the life of a kid, but the song sequence was re-arranged a little more loosely as I wasn't so happy with the melodic progression across the album, i.e. I wanted to distribute some of the heavier tracks a little more evenly amongst the others. 

As the individuals songs are pretty naive in what they evoke, there's not so much to say about them other than the time of composition. Out of Colour, Peppermint Jar and Schoolyard Blues were written while I was still in high school, while Sixpence Boat was written in England but was initially associated with Toymaker as a dreamscape. While Cute Porcupine was written at the same time, it emerged out of a blues progression exercise and finagling with soloing, which was new to me given I had always been an acoustic guitarist. I can't recall if When I Road Out, My Canny Satchel and Scruff were written in England or a bit later back in Oz, but Scruff went through several iterations and wasn't finished till much later, mostly because I didn't have the vocal style to suit its original style and lyrics. On this album it was re-tooled for thematic connotations of rough-housing with friends, siblings and pets. 

 

The snappier acoustic pieces, i.e. Rollerskating..., Comic Exchange, Just Hanging and A Stroll...  were written a little bit after, while I was in uni, drawn from several tapes of fragments that I had tabulated. The youngest song on the album is My Handwriting is Better, co-written with a guitarist called Jason who provided the initial guitar riff, which I extended, then wrote the melody and lyrics for (as was the case with Island Stooge). That said, Kids Show Theme is the youngest melody on the album, being just something I hummed into my phone one day.

Glen Spoors, Nov 2021

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