Spinner

by The Display Team

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    Spinner is the latest manifestation of The Display Team's musical wanderlust, comprising three songs on varying subjects, which go to different places and flex a few new muscles.
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Spinner is the latest manifestation of The Display Team's musical wanderlust, comprising three songs on varying subjects, which go to different places and flex a few new muscles.

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released October 18, 2019

'Russian Doll' and 'Crack Packs' written by The Display Team.
'When' written by Josh Perl.

Trombone & voice by Mickey Bones.
Drums & voice by Chuckles the Clown.
Guitar & voice by jimb.
Bass & voice by Stanley Elvis MacDonald.
Guitar, voice, keys & alto sax by Josh Perl.
Trumpet & voice by Sam Wise.
Recorded and mixed by Frank Byng at Snorkel Studios.
Assistant engineering by Nainesh Shah.
Additional recording by Eli Perl.
Produced by Frank Byng and The Display Team.
Mastered by Ben Wren.
Gnarly dog by Imogen Mangle.
Layout by herstrangehand.

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Track Name: Russian Doll
We’re always let down. (x4)
 
New acquaintance, how do you do?
More time passes, I think I know you.
Another chit-chat, another drink.
You split open, tell me what you think.
 
We’re always let down. (x4)
 
Now you’re smaller, a different hue.
You say some things and I agree with you.
But wait. You continue. That’s not all.
Say something stupid, skin begins to fall.
 
Russian doll 
that peels to reveal
a new lesser version
that only holds another
Russian doll
that peels to reveal
a new lesser version
that only holds another
doll.
 
We’re always let down. (x4)
 
Now you’ve moulted, skin’s in retreat.
Head to feet, ecdysis is complete.
But wait. Something’s glowing?
Beneath the skin.
Something golden.
 
Russian doll 
that peels to reveal
a new lesser version
that only holds another
Russian doll
that peels to reveal
a new lesser version
that only holds another
doll.
 
Decorticating the final fold.
Are you pyrite? Or is your core of gold?
Nitric acid, to a scratch;
You turn green,
So what was held inside you did not deserve to hatch.
 
Russian doll 
that peels to reveal
a new lesser version
that only holds another
doll.
Russian doll
that peels to reveal
a new lesser version
that only holds another
Russian doll
that peels to reveal
a new lesser version
that only holds another
doll.

We’re always let down. (x3)
Track Name: When
I strain to remember all the words pushed through.
It’s getting harder still to recall the thoughts of my careless friend who told a story left untrue

And here’s the joke, now all I can think is bring back the day
When we all spoke the truth and died for one more thing to say.

They said, ‘Bring back the day,
For one more thing to say.’

Moonlighting with the legion, I pass the site of every failure,
Glory’s flower dull and planted by the score,
But it’s not meant for me,
The beach a heart of stone,
Nowhere to tread, no soldiers anymore…

…where we all spoke the truth and died for one more thing to say.

They said, ‘Bring back the day,
For one more thing to say.’
Track Name: Crack Packs
Minor roles, delivering expert lines, spellbinding us all.

Read out-loud, well-rehearsed,

memorising textbook lies designed to enthral.

Pretending and lying, performing for you;

bending and shying, reforming the truth:

Crack packs of actors,

back to back teams beaming gleaming dreams.

Screaming thieves heave in evening TV screens.

Lies on lies right to your face,

shamelessly reclining in a comfortable chair.

Pretending and lying, performing for you;

Bending and shying, reforming the truth.

Unending, beguiling, perfuming the polluted room.



Crack packs of actors,

back to back teams beaming gleaming dreams.

Screaming thieves heave in evening TV screens.

Somewhere under rainy weather is blue, forgiving and unfair.
Thunder never breaks through utopian rainbows.

An uninterrupted display of sunsets to blame.

No-one’s corrupt or disgraced, unsettled or two-faced,

sinking caviar champagne deriding the view.

Minor roles, delivering expert lines, 

spellbinding us all into slumber,

prating blatant platitudes to the vast numbers.

Spending and buying and forming your view,

bending and shying, reforming the truth.

Unending, beguiling, perfuming the room.



Crack packs of actors,

back to back teams beaming gleaming dreams.

Screaming thieves heave in evening TV screens.

Nowhere is immune to the charm.

Link arms and dance with your foe.

Swear to join in chanting something enchanting for

no-one knows the tune like their palm.

Link arms and glance at your toes.

Shun all but singing and dancing,

enhancing the world.

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