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Another Galaxy
03:37
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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
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2. |
Welcome Sir
02:56
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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
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Sweet Elan
03:36
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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.
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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
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5. |
One Two
03:10
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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
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With The Dance
02:49
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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
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7. |
Too Happy
03:33
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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
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8. |
When I'm Not Sleeping
02:38
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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
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Hard On Yourself
03:15
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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
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10. |
Magnetic
04:06
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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
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11. |
Love Is a Madness
03:41
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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
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12. |
Like a Comet Flies
02:31
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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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Pete Beat Newcastle Upon Tyne, UK
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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