Taliesin West
by The Monikers
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The only way to touch our music. CD feature Francis' spiral illustration of each of the songs. Packaging features album artwork and lyrics.
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Surfa Rosa (Pink Waters)
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Opportunity
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Somebody New
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Fountains Long Forgot
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Poison
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Our debut EP.
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released 23 September 2011
Produced and recorded by Jon Young and The Monikers. Songs written by Francis Anderson.
Produced and recorded by Jon Young and The Monikers. Songs written by Francis Anderson.
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- Track Name: Surfa Rosa (Pink Waters)
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I’m just a boy with a red guitar,
you’re just a girl who hangs at the yacht club
looking the part with my glasses on
wearing a polo matching the sea scrub
leather is out and prep school is in
you stay for the weekend at Martha’s Vineyard
my reputation’s all word of mouth
I slept with your daughter down at the cape-house
surfa rosa, surfa rosa
surfa rosa, surfa rosa
drive to the beach in a flashy car
pick up a trim and tan little mama
having a drink at The Lobster Claw
dancing away to some kind of samba
Skipper is putting a party on
start celebrating out on the sail boat
he’s got a pool and a pretty lawn
anchor the ship and take me to land, ho
surfa rosa, surfa rosa
surfa rosa, surfa rosa
I can see your
waters turning
pink, I see your
waters turning
pink - Track Name: Opportunity
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you travel to America
for feelings of prosperity
the airplane was commanded by
a pilot with ambitions like me
show me, show me
Opportunity
work harder and success follows
through hardship and integrity
when dreaming of accomplishment
you’re climbing a hierarchy
show me, show me
Opportunity
take me higher
take me higher
take me higher
you’re moving up persistently
you deserve to proliferate
through effort and economy
good fortune will accumulate
show me, show me
Opportunity
higher, higher & higher & higher,
higher & higher & higher & higher - Track Name: Somebody New
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no, you’re not my type
and I’m not the type to try and make pretend
a dozen messages
what kind of message are you trying to send?
working hard at something
that I just don’t have my heart in
my turn to dick around
I’ve been dicked around by girls like you before
new girls are all I ask
and please don’t ask me what I need them for
to fill the gap within me
I’ll fill the gaps of female company
I just need somebody new
I just need somebody new to talk to
I can’t sleep and now I’m sleeping round
to rid me of your smell
I’ll crawl in other holes
to keep from crawling back into my shell
no matter how I’m hustling
I just can’t get enough in
I just need somebody new
I just need somebody new to talk to - Track Name: Fountains Long Forgot
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when summer evening swelters
& your sweaty sheets are hot,
a cooling pool shall spring from you
in fountains long forgot
these photographs I've fastened
with ropes and bows and knots
I keep beyond the deepest ponds
in fountains long forgot
I wait to be awakened
to stir the dirt I rot
by she who blows a flute of bones
at fountains long forgot
I dragged you through my doorstep
and I dumped you in my cot
and while you snore I’ll guard the door
to fountains long forgot
I pray that fate permits you
to find what I could not—
I searched the hay for a needle which lay
in fountains long forgot
and when you shine your searchlight
inside my secret spot,
you’ll see me soundly sleeping down these
fountains long forgot
the love I know shall gently flow
from fountains long forgot
[the Train] - Track Name: Poison
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Juliet, feel your belly ache and twist
why’d you swallow, pride is poisonous
it’s poison, it's poison, it's poison, it's poison
Juliet, did you think you’d live through this?
your throat sizzles with that spit of his,
burns like pan-steak, such a wicked kiss—
it’s poison, it's poison, it's poison, it's poison
Juliet, did you think you'd live through this?
[the Garden]
insides boil where the mustard sits,
tongue of blisters, guts begin to hiss
it’s poison, it's poison, it's poison, it's poison
[the Final Garden
in its full splendor
of colors shimmered,
glimmering across their
surface & trembling
all around & whimpered
its way into nothing]
