Otto Spooky Lyrics
Otto Spooky

Fake folk, Future Folk or Analog Baroque, call it what you will; it's Burl Ives duetting with Bruce Haack, Bertolt Brecht teamed up with Ekkehard Ehlers. Otto Spooky is the record David Bowie would have made if he'd worked on Lodger with ex-members of The Incredible String Band instead of ex-members of Roxy Music. It's the record Paul Klee would have made if he'd gone for a walk with a song instead of a line. It's an underground film about Robin Hood scored by Renaldo and the Loaf. It's a travelogue in the sort of psychedelic folk style that sentimental computers use when they sing around camp fires, high on Liquid Crystal Diodes.

Otto Spooky shares its flavor of gentle pagan sensuality (there's a wink in the direction of cult British horror film 'The Wicker Man') with the record Momus recorded in 2003 with French computer folk musician Anne Laplantine, Summerisle. But Summerisle was very much Anne's record -- strange, haunting, nonsensical, random, abstract. Otto is more narrative-based, more pop. In fact, it makes more sense to see it as the follow-up to Oskar Tennis Champion, the slapstick Modernist album Momus made in Tokyo in 2002. Oskar and Otto have in common vigourous sonic reworkings by John Talaga of Michigan -- quite simply the world's greatest neo-Dada sound designer. On Oskar John 'reproduced' the tracks, taking them to pieces and building them back up from scratch; here he's confined himself to 'Song Morphs', dramatic transitions between the songs. They're designed to pleasantly disorient the listeners, swinging them giddily from one carousel to the next; from A to B via Z.

1 Sempreverde
2 Life of the Fields
3 Corkscrew King
4 Klaxon
5 Robin Hood
6 Lady Fancy Knickers
7 Lute Score
8 Belvedere
9 Your Fat Friend
10 Mr Ulysses
11 The Water Song
12 Jesus In Furs
13 Bantam Boys
14 Cockle Pickers
15 The Artist Overwhelmed

1Sempreverde

The man from the north enters the tube
Wriggles his way to the perspex cube
The man from the south dissolves in his mouth
A lozenge of Sempreverde

The man from the north and the man from the south
One by the brain, one by the mouth
Climb through the tube into the cube
Of the perspex Japanese garden

And in the pines a tiny sun shines
Birds small as insects fly through the air
The panda unzips the skin of a pig
Flops himself down in the garden

Fiddle me blank, fiddle me blind
All the young girls fiddle their minds
Jilly and Debbie and everyone's here
All for the Sempreverde

Giants and fairies and strange effigies
Sacred and artificial trees
Dragons and serpents and fish and birds
In the perspex Japanese garden

Otto the rich, Otto the poor
Spilling the stuff on the party floor
The past is so sad, the present is worse
Thank heaven we haven't a future

The world fills with trash and eskimo ash
Clouds of white gas floating in from the past
Crawl to the cashpoint, bring me the cash
And I'll get you the Sempreverde

I said 'I'm going to rape you'
She said okay
I said 'Don't say okay because then it's not rape'
She said 'Okay, I won't say okay'
On two tabs of Sempreverde

Evergreen Sempreverde

Notes


2The Life Of The Fields

Your eyes are flat, the city's hot
Night falls over the barren system
Leave the cracked city block
Come back to the old religion
Throw your seed behind the plough
Throw your wine in the face of nothing

Feel the sea anemone
Children play in the rockery garden
We're all John Barleycorn
We're all one in the old religion
Meet me by the waving rye
The question mark in the scarecrow's eye

Gaelic runes and harvest moons
Shinto dogs at the phallic symbol
Mustard seed and dandelion
A time to live, a time to die
Meet me in the waving leaves
The question mark in the scarecrow summer
Meet me out by the lemon trees
Pull me down, and pump me dry

Lie back now and think of rain
In the blossom of the willow
Mastering the morning pain
Gorgeous on your petal pillow
Mustard seed and dandelion
Treading wine for the old religion

The high priest and the artisan
Piping at the gates of knowledge
Saturnine as the hammer god
Hammering, getting it on
Meet me by the waving rye
The question mark in the scarecrow's eye

Gaelic runes and harvest moons
Shinto dogs at the phallic symbol
Mustard seed and dandelion
A time to live, a time to die
Meet me in the waving summer
The question mark in the scarecrow's eye
Making out by the rhodedendron
Pull me down, and pump me dry
Lie back now and think of sorrow
The question mark in the scarecrow's eye
Mustard seed and dandelion
A time to live, a time to die

Notes


3Corkscrew King

Bakatono bakemono henna ojisan
Gamushara sekuhara henna ojisan

The king is in the winter, in the winter of his prime
Welcome to the kingdom of the Corkscrew King
See him pour a jet of wine across a concubine
See him try in vain to plunge the corkscrew in

See him eat sashimi from a naked woman's breast
See him drink wakame sake from her sex
Send in all the dancing girls and send in all the wine
He's impotent, omnipotent, and only 69

Send in Dr Mojo who can turn back time
Send in more Viagra to halt the decline
When you're 69 the sky is overcast
The castle flag is flying... half mast
The gate is shut, the canon blocked
The flower they fire at one o'clock half-cocked
The tower flops, the blossom drops
The king will play the shamisen

Bakatono bakemono henna ojisan
Gamushara sekuhara henna ojisan


The Yogi Dr Swami with his hand upon his thing
Guru by appointment to the Corkscrew King
Says 'A badger in the hand is worth a badger in the bush
A badger down your pants, you've got to push push push'

An aged man, the poet says, is but a paltry thing
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless he sing
So clap your hands for every wrinkle in your mortal dress
Join the throng and dance along with the Corkscrew King

Send in Dr Mojo who can turn back time
The castle flag is flying and the weather's fine
But when you're 69 the sky is overcast
The castle flag is flying... half mast
The gate is shut, the canon blocked
The flower they fire at one o'clock half-cocked
The tower flops, the blossom drops
The king will play the shamisen

Notes

4Klaxon

Je suis conducteur de taxi
(Je vais te claquer)
Dans les ruelles de Tripoli
(Tu va me claquer)

Klaxon, klaxon
Dans ce cloaque de la passion

Tu es ma femme, moi ton mari
(Je vais te claquer)
Et comme tu partage mes avis
(Tu va me claquer)

Claque moi, claque moi
Chacun qui claque doit frapper fort

Klaxon klaxon
Dans ce sieste de la raison

Comme je t'ai toujours bien aime
Je vais te claquer
Si tu m'aime bien, ah, ma cherie
Tu va le payer

Parce que claqueses
Claquent que ceux dont elles sont amoureuse

N'aie pas de peur, n'aie pas le trac
(Viens te faire claquer)
Il y a de l'amour, pas d'attaque
(Viens vite t'faire claquer)

Klaxon klaxon
Ca fait du bien de claquer quelqu'un

C'est bon de frapper, oui c'est bon
(Je vais te claquer)
Ma jolie cedre de Liban
(Viens te faire claquer)

Les belles claqueses
Ne claquent que ceux dont elles sont amoureuse

Klaxon, klaxon
Excuses je donne, mais aucun explication

Je ne veux plus conduire mon taxi
(Je vais te claquer)
Toute la journee et toute la nuit
(Je vais te claquer)

Un jour la chair
Que je claque fort ne sera plus que poussiere

Klaxon, klaxon
C'est un peu glauque, mais il y a de la passion

Notes


5Robin Hood

This is the tale of Robin Hood
Kind and fair, brave and good
This is the tale of Robin Hood
How the guy got shafted

Robin Hood, Robin Hood
Robbing from the rich, giving to the good
Robin Hood, Robin Hood
Happy ever after

But driving down from Nottingham, here comes Dooh Nibor
His motto is 'Protection' and his motto is 'Screw the poor'
Dooh Nibor, Dooh Nibor
Serve the rich, screw the poor
Don't let the bastard grind you down

He drags you to the granary out among the cranes
At the end of the runway underneath the planes
In a big black suit that looks a little strange
With the gold crash hat in the rays of the sun
With the visor black and the baseball bat and the...

Robin Hood, Robin Hood
You're not dead yet, it's just some blood
Robin Hood, Robin Hood
Get back and show the bastard!

Robin Hood, Robin Hood
Bound and gagged in the nude
Robin Hood, in the boot
Of an Opel Corsa

As the pylons glisten in the sun of Dooh Nibor
The world below him listens, there's no place for you here any more
We pull our golden helmets on and turn to face the sun
Don't let the bastards grind you down

He's got you cuffed at the reservoir up above the dam
With a gag and a blindfold shitting in your pants
Clambering on scaffolding, stumbling on planks
Look out, Robin! (Too late!)

Robin Hood, Robin Hood
Breathing through a rubber tube
Sherwood Forest is your club
Sherwood Forest for the cup

Robin Hood, Robin Hood
In a wheelchair buying food
Paralysed but feeling good
Mentally retarded

Pull your golden helmet on and take a golden ride
Kidney dialysis colostomy bag by your side
Robin Hood, Robin Hood, breathing through your rubber tube
Don't let the bastards grind you down!

Notes

6Lady Fancy Knickers

Lady Fancy Knickers
Gee up, ya ya!
Dressed in your post-office skirt
Ditch the lifeswitch grandpa
Gee up, ya ya!
And his long, long evenings at the carpet warehouse

I wish that I could say to you
The things I've got to say to you
Instead I find my head is filled for hours
With wooden sweets and sellotape
With Scotch tape and electric tape
And insulating tape made out of flowers

I want a new theory of everything
A tub of custard, a manky carpet and a piece of string
Junior Soleil's code of honour
Self-Portrait of Luther being played by the devil as a pair of bagpipes

Lady Fancy Knickers
Gee up, ya ya
Spooky foxgloves at the pink pine igloo
The etiquette of public information display
New games prefigure new societies
I wish I could I could be liege to you
Instead of laying siege to you
You know that you're outnumbered, on the run
In the locker at the train station
I read your letter ending
'If you love me, love me totally for fun'

Lady Fancy Knickers

Claytones on Sun Mountain ring for you
A culture critic with a pot of glue
Make a cup of tea
Listen to the three
Lefthanded mongol horsemen on the radio

The first day of the siege
We dressed the men in white
The second day we made scarlet costumes in the night
If you resist the third the city's going to fall
Black is what we'll wear when we come to kill you all


7Lute Score

You locked me in the bathroom long ago, you bloody bastard
But sadness never floods a house where wine flows, I'm here playing

Lute Score, the video game where you hit the high score by composing
Lute Scores, and shooting off the pop up panda's head
Shooting off the pop up panda's head

When the monster attacked the city everyone was just too busy making money
To give a shit, some fled, most kept on doing what they were doing

In Samarkand Uzbekistan the Vietnamese chiropodist
Extracted a glass of clear green tea from his samovar
Extracted green tea from his samovar

A ghost tended two moss gardens, one marshmallow, one ectoplasm
Something to do with the free bamboo, something to do with the snow

Green plants, folk and fairy tales from German Africa
Swamp leg, an inner lightbulb, tragedy on stilts
An inner lightbulb, tragedy on stilts

Pins and needles, shoes and stockings, aches and pains, and vermin
Panthers waging war on cranes and storks

A battered, bandaged head climbs up an uphill landscape
A 200 foot wingspan black butterfly in space
200 foot black butterfly in space

An eager red-eyed dog licks red raw meat from an open ash can
Lamps, chairs, books, lightbulbs, cherries from a knife
A Decca-Deram furbelow, master of the bungalow
Writing with the white ink, the white ink of life

Lute Score, the video game where you hit the high score by composing
Lute Scores, and shooting off the pop up panda's head
Shooting off the pop up panda's head

Notes 1
Notes 2


8Belvedere

Children of the New Republic all revere
Belvedere the children's pioneer
Everything that children do Belvedere does too
And everything he does, he does because he loves you
Children of the New Republic all revere
Belvedere the children's pioneer

What fun it is to do the things he shows you how to do!
Report the conversations of your parents to the Guard
Sleep naked with a member of the Inner High Elite
Touch other children's genitals for pleasure
For Belvedere and children it's 'Never say never'!

O Belvedere, Belvedere, Belvedere
With his helpers Stevedore, Tigris and Fingal
Just to hear their names -- you tingle!
Belvedere the children's pioneer

Children of the New Republic all revere
Belvedere the children's pioneer
He looks just like a child, but he's really something more
He's what you'd be if you were more perfect than you are
Children of the New Republic all revere
Belvedere the children's pioneer

What fun it is to do the things in this week's episode!
To take your parents, struggling, to the Great Mountain of Death
To sing the party anthem as you throw them off the edge
To speak the children's language and to shoot the children's gun
Round up the children's traitors, to kill them one by one!

O Belvedere, Belvedere, Belvedere
When your friend is by your side nothing can harm you
If danger creeps up while you sleep he sounds the alarm!

Belvedere, Belvedere, Belvedere
With his helpers Stevedore, Tigris and Fingal
Just to hear their names -- ah!

Children of the New Republic all revere
Belvedere the children's pioneer

Notes


9Your Fat Friend

She's so fabulous
She's so ludicrous
She's so dangerous
Your fat friend

She's intelligent
An experiment
She's an elephant
Your fat friend

Will you run away with me?
Let's go walking on the sea
Just Jesus Christ and you and me and
Your fat friend

See her fumble, see her flirt
In her massive mini-skirt
She is quite the extravert
Here comes your fat girlfriend

She's so fabulous
She's so ludicrous
She's so dangerous
Your fat friend

I love Coco, you love Jim
Your fat friend she loves him
But he can't love her, he's too thin
For your fat friend

One and one makes three not two
She will stick to you like glue
Don't fuck around with you-know-who
Here comes your fat girlfriend

She's intelligent
An experiment
She's an elephant
Your fat friend

Notes


10Mr Ulysses

Porcupine razor
Palatine Mill
Garbage on a laser
Monkey on the hill

Dive me through the bottom
Climb me through the chill
Got a gabardine sausage
Platinum pill

Get a new lover
Spiritual lie
Shining on cable
Cussing all the time
Stink brown cupboard
Guinea pig's eye
A skinny old lover
Porcupine pie

It's raining on a Sunday
I've been shooting on the job
I'll be dying on a Monday
See me jumping like a hog

Soft poke Jigger
Dread blue bone
Big jewel dagger
Soft black foam

See me building for the future
See me saving for the dawn
Got another woman
Better all the time

I've been weeping on a sleeper
I'm a skiving on the raise
Skeeting like a cheater
Looking hunger in the face

Mr Ulysses
Tell me where you been
I stole some kisses
From your dark-eyed queen

Been to Philadelphia
Seen you in your gown
Papa was a sailor
Way across town

Your papa was a sailor
Your mama was a tramp
Your sister was Ophelia
Your brother ran a bank

I've got another woman
Way across town
I see her in the evenings
When I'm down

Calling on a woman
Calling on the Lord
Saying it's been a long time
Open your door

Take off your clothes, Lord
Lay down on the bed
Answer all my prayers
Like the Bible said

I've been riding on a tiger
Only go the way
Old pale fire
Never fade

Soft poke Jigger
Dread blue bone
Big jewel dagger
Soft black throne

Raining on a Sunday
Shooting on the job
Dying on a Monday
Squealing like a hog

Stink brown cupboard
Guinea pig's eye
Skinny old lover
Porcupine pie

Get a new lover

Notes


11The Water Song

Orominya
Woha chigralla
Woha yellem
Woha koom

Mook gasgazza
Na amboha
Aneed gatata gra na ky

Dehnaderu
Ayasfeligegnim
Koom sigarra
Ayasfeligegnim koom

Leslassa ishi
Katata aneed
Woha yellem
Aydellem

Tenastalign
Denaderu
Chigr alla
Chigr yellem

Notes

12Jesus In Furs

The tragedy is
The audience is getting bored
And up on the cross
Is Sacher Masoch, not the Lord
It's starting to rain
This isn't very entertaining
Mel please explain
Your vision for the world

You're trying to act hard
By showing us His dying moments
Big tub of lard
In fact you're much more like the Romans
Jesus in furs
Mohammed was a businessman
But you're just a perve
We're getting bored again

Come back as a girl
Or come back as a filthy letcher
Please save the world
Without too much tomato ketchup

Jesus in furs
Sacrifice as entertainment
All these martyrs
And all these matinees

So this was your plan
You're gland in glove with execution
Waiting for the man
And murder is the big connection

God is in pain
This isn't very entertaining
Mel please explain
Your vision for the world

We're all in pain
This isn't very entertaining
God please explain
Your vision for the world

Notes


13Bantam Boys

O Africa and orient bring gifts
Spigot weed and egg of the teal
Master baker bring me eel
O your legs were lovely
The synth, bring the synth
Bring the rickety raggedy synth

You harlequins you play such shit
The colour is clean
But you pollute the ballet shoes
You are trying to keep them new
I'm sorry for you

Here comes the queen
Fat and obscene
See her a-staggering
Bringing her bantam boys along
In a line behind her

Walk, walk with a bassoon in the rain
Ringing the filters, ringing the filters
Ringing the summer in

Walk, walk with a bassoon in the rain
Ringing the eunuch, ringing the eunuch
Ringing the eunuch in

Dr Walford Bodie dragging along on a string
A spaniel made of tin
Arise, arise
O Phoebus shall arise

Notes


14Cockle Pickers

Narrator: Yu Hui came from Yangbian, a village in the north of Fujian, opposite Taiwan
Government requisitions left him with just one mu of land
Not enough to pay for his family's outgoings
It was humiliating
Yu Hui thought of emigrating
Yu hui: A man working in a bakery in Britain
Can send enough money home
To build a big six storey mansion in Yangbian
Abroad I could save each month
More than I make here in a year

Narrator: And so Yu Hui made a deal with the Snakehead Gang

Both: The wind is strong, the tide is high
In darkness no-one can see the sky

Narrator: On a forged Korean passport Yu Hui flew from Hong Kong to Europe
He dyed his hair to better resemble the man in the picture
In Paris he tried to find work, but failed
An illegal Chinese with no skills

Yu hui: I went sightseeing, called my family
Told them to pay the snakeheads £7000
This they did, with the help of loans
Secured by relatives and friends

Narrator: In England Yu Hui thought he would have better luck, a chance to earn more money
He came stowed away in a lorry
Through the channel tunnel

Yu hui: I heard that some who do this suffocate
I was afraid
It was hot in the truck
I ate a bar of chocolate

Narrator: In London he worked in the kitchen of a takeaway
The boss was hard, and the chef, although from Yu Hui's own village
Required £200 to give him the job

Yu hui: I slept on a mattress I found on the street
Lived with four others above a takeaway
Had to distribute 500 leaflets every day
Then work eight to ten hours in the kitchen
For two meals, and low pay

Narrator: When he heard about the cockling work up north
Yu Hui assumed it could not be worse than life in London
He packed a case and went to Morecambe Bay

Yu hui: This work is very hard
It is cold and hurts my back
I live in a room with forty others, we eat only rice
I am depressed
I want to quit, but because I'm illegal
I have no freedom and no choice

Narrator: Five different Chinese teams, all under the control of a gangmaster
Work different sections of the bay
They work according to the tides, sometimes by day
But mostly at night
In groups of twenty to thirty

Yu hui: The English cockling teams felt threatened
Because we sieve the tiddlers out, clean our cockles better
They poured diesel on our catch to warn us
They hate us because we are foreigners
So now we work at night, although it is much more dangerous

Narrator: They lay the wooden planks on the sand
And shake them to bring the cockles to the surface
Harvest them with rakes, clean them up, and drop them in a sack

Both: The wind is strong, the tide is high
In darkness no-one can see the sea

Yu hui: And we knew that the tide was rising
Only when it touched our feet
By that time our only escape was blocked

Yu hui: If I die, who will pay off the Snakeheads?
My family will drown in endless tears
They cannot pay, not in fifty years

Narrator: The hovercraft sent by the lifeguard was beaten back by two metre waves
Twenty bodies were recovered, only one was saved, clinging to Priest Skier
It was not Yu Hui

Both: The wind is strong, the tide is high
In darkness

Notes

15The Artist Overwhelmed

The artist overwhelmed by the grandeur of ancient ruins
The ruins of life
The passing of time
Like bodies, like minds
We pass

Hold me
Converse with me
In Italy
Intelligently
Drinking coffee
In the shadow of muscular statuary
Kiss me eternally
On the iPod Christoph Willibald Gluck

The white face and the mime
The pierrot and the queen
Plaster dust is on your face
Clasp me in your marble grasp
In the midst of life there is death

"I give pleasure to all
I will go wherever you want me
If you sing or talk to me I will retain your songs or words
And repeat them to you at your pleasure
I can enable you to always play the voices of your loved ones
Even though they are far away
I talk in every language
I can help you to learn other languages
The more you become acquainted with me, the better you will like me"

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