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The Strange Museum

by Pete Beat

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1.
I'll make life fair for you I'll make the whole world do All the things that it ought to do What it would, were all the stories true And at the end Of my arm you live This cruel life, And try to forgive Ch. A photon from another galaxy Reaches the Earth as we gaze at the sky It travelled on these last two million years All along to meet your blue grey eye I'll make life safe again Like you were eight or ten Down blossom carpet summer meadow path On the endless day, in the photograph And all the clocks Wind down for me These atoms are mine They know my history Ch. I'll make two one for you I'll make the end brand new The things that pull you from a perfect life Will not be there, nor any kind of strife And if you find That I don't succeed Well, fuck you My heart it bleeds
2.
Welcome Sir 02:56
Welcome, sir, to the strange museum Please wander at your leisure The keepers classify each specimen With their handbook and measure Some must stay for days Some, for ever more And then there's you Good senor Some people here, they tell always lies And others, truth, though you'd not know it Forget the world, for the world forgets Every cigarette will show it Some might want to leave Some find they never can And then there's you My good man I'm glad you didn't Think it was unkind The forced injection, we gave you In your behind I'm glad you didn't Make too much of a fuss Brought in brusquely Brought in cowed Brought in, magic In handcuffs In this world, there’s a colour code And every door is a chapter Is this the land of do-as-you-please? If you're pleased to be captive Some got up too high Some lost and longed for her And then there’s you My dear sir
3.
Sweet Elan 03:36
1. Sweet Elan, her dear heart belongs to another man She left in my kitchen, sitting, overflowing just with wishing That she was mine Though my tears dry, I’ve lost the apple, apple of my eye She was ten times sweeter, and at least as twice as neat as Any other girl, to me Ch. A man told me that she would never, never, never be mine When she rang me, this was playing, playing on my mind I’ve played it back a million times I panicked and I rushed my lines 2. But I don’t care, there are a million other girls out there Though I don’t have my sweet Elan, I don’t think any other girl Will understand That they’re number two, and to them my heart will ne’er be true Sweet Elan’s my focus, though some other bloke has choked us And beat me to my girl Bridge. In the intervening years I’ve wondered how she fares I’ve wondered if she cares, ‘bout me My sweet Elan Once I had a plan That I’d be your man, but no 3. When I’m at my end, every surviving, loyal old friend The group whose membership refined, through years of interlocking mind They’re true to me There at the back, of those who gather close around my bed Sweet Elan with her bowed head, knows what’s been felt but never said She’s true to me Ch.
4.
Were it not for my liver And both my trick knees I'd be the darling Of Los Angeles Set hearts well a-quiver Throughout womanhood I'd be the toast Of all Hollywood But God made me greasy Or was that the fried pork? No favourite son Am I of New York Why the embargo When it's surely my time? The talk of Chicago My face on a dime When, oh when can a man like me dream? I feel so enclosed I want to scream I want to scream If I labour on in obscurity Longing at lunch, and torment for tea No celebrity A seeker of fortune Looks always abroad Out in the city Where the folk might applaud Famous for singing Or playing some game It will give me relief From unwarranted shame But maybe it's cos I lack a strong face And a disciplined body And poise, wit, and grace And was born with no talent No great aptitude So I'll run through the town Footloose and nude Were it not for my liver And both my trick knees I'd be the darling Of Los Angeles Set hearts well a-quiver Throughout womanhood I'd be the toast Of all Hollywood
5.
One Two 03:10
1. One, two, I don't know what to do I don't know what to think, the racing thoughts Can't all be true I sit on the floor, three, four Not much in the room, a mattress and A locked door I don't remember why I'm here Something's different, where's the fear That's blighted every hour of every day of every week of my life? 2. Five, six, a crucifix Round the neck of the preacher who plays games He's full of tricks Seven, eight, it must be late The night is dark but this place shines What world awaits? Something about a greater plan Cometh the hour and cometh the man I see in every face, in every car, in every place another sign Br1. They pinned me down to the ground Gave me an injection To save me aye, it's gravy, aye I know that they're sound 3. Nine, ten, and more strange men Magic, funny, wise There are lots of them Eleven, twelve, and down we delve Better mad, than a coward We must live with ourselves On a deeper level, it’s true I’ve seen They’ve got a working time machine You can go to any second, of any minute, of any hour that you choose Br2. It’s salient They tell me what they really meant The way she went The fleeting movement of the butterfly There must be easier ways Than to use a butterfly 4. Thirteen, fourteen, I know what you mean You don’t have to explain to me My wit is keen The yanks are watching over us The commander full of power-lust I don’t trust him Even in the shower block They watch through cameras in the clock They watch me every step of every task of every job in my day Br3. They won’t let me leave the building They say it’s for my own safety Don’t they know I’m invincible I stay cos they make me
6.
I'll go along with the dance, for now Though the music isn't playing There's a certain romance about But I don't think I'll be staying When the strings play a waltz, I'm happy Though everyone here is false, I'm happy When the helicopter lands I'll be gone from your hands I'll go along with the dance, at least I'll wait to see what will happen It's a bit far fetched, I'll give you But look at the emerging pattern The dollar horns play a march, I'm walking I'll knock the starch out of your collar, harken I'll put the world into balance Soon as I hear from the palace They will not let me leave the ward As folk will be too over awed They will not let me go outside A secret that they try to hide I've went along with the dance, now quit it But it's quite a ridiculous thing If this is going to be your stance Then I'd say you can at least admit it Everybody in the town, they know it The local television news, they show it The man who'll turn it all to gold The greatest story ever told Go now, and get me cigarettes, sir They help, when I need, so need to forget her The man who'll turn it all to gold Is too broken, and old
7.
Too Happy 03:33
I'm feeling much too happy to sit and write a song But it's not that bad cos it won't last long I just know it I've got nothing, oh nothing to show for feeling fine Except I've saved a bit of cash that normally gans on on wine When I blow it / And Moet Oh there is harmony Not found in joy But then there're upsides To feeling good There are upsides Like feeling good I'm feeling much too tired to pen a worthy ode To describe your waif like beauty yet tell it in such code That you don't know it I'm feeling much too sleepy to say it again The dear soul of my sweetheart is concerned with other men And I know it Oh there is harmony Though you have to be awake But then there're upsides To feeling tired There are upsides Like when you drop off to sleep Feeling wound I'd be breaking ground Make no sound, the music still inside you Nothing made from a cavalcade Of wincing memories which never seem to fade At least when I am glum I've got my guitar to strum Better to have poetry or music than rum I have learned it When you're chasing down a buzz, it's never enough, never enough There's only peace in the present, and there's no peace in stuff I have earned it Oh my sweet harmony It's really just a play Of forms and frequency And I suppose My way
8.
You're only on my mind When I'm not sleeping And when I drift away The slumber creeping Sunlight through the window Streaming on the pine You're only on my mind When I'm not sleeping When nothing's deeping When I can't drift away You're never in my dreams And that's a pity Maybe I could win you over Smooth and witty Not like when it's real Deaf on fear's scream You're never in my dreams And that's tough titty Life is gritty The fear is shitty, say It’s not that I want you still Free me, break your spell And let me love another I found an old photo In my suit pocket Please open up a space In my heart locket And I took sleeping pills For an hours sake But now I am awake Call the deep blue sea It's only half as deep As the love I have for ye
9.
You're hard on yourself You're hard on yourself, you know You're hard on yourself And you just can't let it go There's no room in this life For frailty and fright Bring a poker face To your long dark night You're hard on the child You're hard on the child, it's so You're hard on the child You've got to let him know We're of a line Your veins and mine Cut from time Time in the spotlight Nowt but rhyme Singing to me You're hard on yourself You're hard on yourself, but why If you're not hard enough Then surely you will die God knows I’ll be nothing Down the boozer What will people think Of such a loser
10.
Magnetic 04:06
It's enthralling, all eyes in the room Are looking at you, such is your doom The gravity of someone more senior It made you magnetic, schizophrenia It pulls together, it pushes apart But it draws the gaze, and sugars the heart Who are you that is so precocious? Are you magnetic, along with psychosis? Gaze eyed and grim, the wanting others Please, sisters swim, my dear daunted brothers My dear travellers on the Road, We're in this thing Together in This thing Attracting attention, they all want to know What are your plans, where will you go? Come soon, or late, this world’s destroyer Are you magnetic? oh, paranoia The world, the world, it was not ready But it needs you today, you rock steady A world tinged always with sadness You are magnetic, deep in the madness
11.
How long have I know it As long as an age Trapped and delivered To the doorstep of rage Love is a madness Time is a sage How much do I love her? How hard did I fall? When in the rapture All else in life palled Love is a madness Time cures all
12.
It's Christmas time The clock strikes twelve And the drinks count nine Sit alone, all snug a-home It's not lonely on my own Like a comet flies Cross the winter skies Like the pissing sun Doesn't warm the shade, nor Shine on everyone Lie a-bed, but there's no dread To be solitary, it's wrongly said That the soul's warmth dies Like a comet flies The gentle dreamers wait Today is one day and the rules don't state How things should be, instead I'm happy in my head It's Christmas time The clock strikes one And the memory is mine Once a child, before the weight Of happy days grew loud, and late As they pass me by Like a comet flies

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My fourth album. Based on the experience of time spent in a psychiatric hospital when I was 'sectioned' in 2010.

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released April 21, 2023

Written, performed and produced by Pete Beat.
Mastered by Streaky except track 5 mastered by Pete Beat.

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Pete Beat is an adventurer in the space of all possible sounds, seeking out sweet harmonies and funky beats wherever they may be found, regardless of danger to his person.

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