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The Charcoal Pool

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1.
What do you do all day, why do they call it Civil Service? Put the goods in your briefcase and bring them home. Batteries, bikelamps, soap and solder, Something expensive. A balsawood aeroplane or a bar of Toblerone. What's new on this of all days? What's in that bundle? What made you want to turn the tables? Phyllis, you weighed my daddy down with treasure, Won't you listen, I ask you, what's that sound? Phyllis, you left us all a burden so light, Now what's the meaning, you tell me, of these words? This isn't what we're used to, These things don't grow on trees. Put them on the turning table. One, two, a bottle of shampoo, Three, four, a rotten apple core. Alpha beta gamma delta, You stole the mats from the helter skelter. Phyllis, you weighed my daddy down with treasure, Won't you listen, I ask you, what's that sound? Phyllis, you left us all a burden so light, Now what's the meaning, you tell me, of these words?
2.
PRECIOUS THINGS (The Precious Things To Which We Cling) Cut apart a human heart To dissect the muscle calling out, 'Love, Love...' Catalogue each tender part, But the part that's soon departed is feeling. There are some things darkness cannot destroy. To these, we cling. How could anyone be so cruel? Oh my days, what a day... I'm glad it's over. When did everything get so strange? Did you ever feel you just don't belong here? There are some things darkness cannot destroy. To these, we cling.
3.
Outskirts 02:56
Home shrugging off the years Working in the rag trade Always the tension or the bobbin Smoking menthol Consulate Two Cortinas on the drive Dad's in engineering Dud match back in with the others Set the box on fire In the outskirts of the city Fourteen stops from town One more fancy pigeon down Hanging from the cat's mouth Wrapped in a towel in the coal house Waiting for deliverance Four new ways to be a stranger In a strange land Refugee and dusky maiden Children in the garden In the outskirts of the city Fourteen stops from town Nice couple on the corner Keeping to themselves Good with secateurs and shears Like to keep it tidy But the smell lingers in your clothes It gets into your hairdo Time to retire the deep fryer Waiting for the ending In the outskirts of the city Fourteen stops from town
4.
FROSTED CANDY Carefully lined up on my table, pots of magic sparkling Colours of the rainbow that befit the daughter of a king. Frosted Candy belies a bitter mouth, Twilight Illusion a sheen of grace on my confusion. If you look for an explanation it's really all about My Frosted Candy mouth. Blue of powdered icicles to revive a disenchanted eye, Blossoms crushed in ivory pestle, a bloom so thrilling to apply. Frosted Candy belies a bitter mouth, Twilight Illusion a sheen of grace on my confusion. If you look for an explanation it's really all about My Frosted Candy mouth... My Shimmering Raspberry mouth... My Wild Pearl mouth...
5.
Milk Bar 03:20
6.
THE CHARCOAL POOL All that summer my dreams were strange, and stranger still was the dark, dark water. All that summer my dreams were storms, churned by a germ in the dark, dark water. The water is lifeless, and the water is glistening with life. Who lurks in its dark depths, you never will see. O woe betide, if you put your head under! I've been told not to go down, But the blackness and depths call me down. All that summer they felt my head, And measured the heat that consumed my body. All that summer my dreams were strange, I yearned to return to the dark, dark water. The water is lifeless, and the water is glistening with life. Who lurks in its dark depths, you never will see. O woe betide if you put your head under! I've been told not to go down, But the blackness and depths call me down. O I've been told not to go down...
7.
JACOBEAN REGGAE. Follow, Follow, Follow... Everybody wants to follow, to follow where you are. Everybody wants to follow, to follow where you are. And then step follows step, and day follows day, And then word follows word follows word (follows word) Till the sun comes out, and the sense is out. This ignites a fire within me, Aching-sweet and quite uncommon. I'm prepared to follow to the public tennis court. It's the way you wear your ear-ring. It's the way your hair flicks so, o just so...
8.
Shod in slippers I walk the bridleway Tread on egshells in wellingtons, On the boulevards in unsuitable footwear, Searching for the shoes that fit. Take my hand, let me lead you astray, Come with me to Carnaby Street, See the winklepickers shiny and new, These are the shoes that will fit you. Roaming wild in another real world, Slouching on my own two feet, Limping slowly through quicksand I understand, I need the shoes that will fit me. Put your boots on, go out in the rain, You'll get used to the discontent, Life isn't fair, you can't get what you need, You'll never find the shoes that fit. Step together, step away, Put your feet down, turn away, Dancing partners, dance away, Step together, step this way. Road is grey and soles are thin, Lost again at the turning point, Weaving leaves and branches, tying grass and splitting hair, Trying to make the shoes that fit. Blame the kit bag you pack your troubles in, Switching from sandals to Cuban heels, Forget the clues and leave your footsteps in the wilderness Take off your shoes and walk this way. Step together, step away. Put your feet down, turn away. Dancing partners, dance away. Step together, step this way
9.
THE MAP AND THE LIGHT You said you'd keep an eye, he wanders! All the intricate coils in his brain have come unwound. He is unravelling, unravelling. O, chaos! The fences partitioning the thoughts in his head have come apart. He could be anywhere. O take my hand and I'll lead you home. I'll take your hand and we'll wander home, With the sun at our backs, and a smile of silence. O carefully study my hands, You will see they're a map to guide you home. O carefully study my heart, You will see it's a light to guide you home.
10.
BLACK ATTRACTS HEAT O black attracts heat, That's why we wear white; But we change to black when the cool of evening comes. O black attracts heat, That's why we wear white; But we change to black when the frogs come into sight.
11.
STRANGE ADMIXTURE Sweltering summer, the grass in the fields is all dry Bright are the stars in the sky, as bright as your eyes. If you squish blackberries they'll stain your fingertips blue, Seems everything that I see reminds me of you. 'Cause life is funny, and sometimes sad. You're the loveliest dream I've had And tomorrow this strange admixture I'll examine. You can fill jam jars with sticklebacks down by the stream. Maybe tonight you will come to me in my dream? Wishes come true if you wish on the earliest star, I close my eyes and wish hard - there you are. 'Cause life is funny, and quite absurd. You're the loveliest song I've heard, And tomorrow this strange admixture I'll examine. Sweet things to you I will bring, Sweet things to you.
12.
Make me a childish picture, kid, Use these coloured pencils. Look around you, make your mark, And make it childish, kid. Paving slabs and plains of tarmac, Leather shoes and larchlap fence, Milky tea and instant coffee, soil and ash and nails and glass. All there is to see. Nothing else to see. Hair and chairs and dogs and skin, Ladders, horses, winter trees, Diesel smoke and coal and milk, Underpasses shading shade. Top Cat on a mono telly, Chalkboard black and cosmic dust From the parquet to the light bulb, Rust, manila, slate and tan. All there is to see, Nothing else to see, All there is to see, Nothing else to see. Indigo, crimson, scarlet, vermilion, Turquoise, viridian, ultramarine. Emerald, primrose, saffron, leaf, Duck egg, orange, lemon, sky. All there is to see, Nothing else to see, All there is to see, Nothing else to see. Make me a childish picture, kid. Use these coloured pencils. Look around you, make your mark. And make it childish, kid.
13.
THE LOST CARPENTER Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, There'll be tomorrow. When the world is cold And edged with darkness Everybody knows There's a someday sun that shines its golden light All in some far-off plain. It will come back again. When you're far away And I am lonely Seeking for your face, It's a feeling only those who miss can say, And maybe even they don't understand. Worry not because there will be Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, There'll be tomorrow. When you fold my heart In your loving hands, All the world is bright. All the light expands. Then you leave my side, Forces of the night Bundle me into the wintry dark, And I repeat this song inside my heart till you come. Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, There'll be tomorrow.

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released July 20, 2018

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We Are Muffy UK

While exploring the cover version as a form of folk music uniquely
defined by the era of sound recording, We Are Muffy fell into writing The Charcoal Pool, songs devoted to the peculiarities of growing up in Birmingham. Into the clear Cornish air they bring a whiff of the gasworks of Nechells, the drone of traffic on the Gravelly Hill Interchange and the splendour of the Chateau Impney. ... more

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