Fruit

by Moogieman

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Available on cassette (with free download included).

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released March 28, 2015

Written, performed and produced by Moogieman, with Claire LeMaster on backing vocals.

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Moogieman UK

Psychedelic geek-core pop - short numbers about space, fruit and lofi cameras. Latest video: vimeo.com/161701628
For live performances, Moogieman is joined by his backing band The Masochists.

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Track Name: Ice Cream Van
Ice cream van, ice cream van,
How come I can
Never find you.
I cycle round the streets
In search of ice cream van
Uh huh huh.

Ice cream man, ice cream man,
What’s your plan
To take over the world.
I hope it’s soon.
I want your ice cream, man
Uh huh huh.

I’m out here alone
In an ice-cream exclusion zone.

Ice cream van, ice cream van,
How come you can never get a cone.
I’d like to try one in your
Ice cream van,
Ice cream van,
Ice cream van,
Uh huh huh.
Track Name: Cold Cucumber Soup
The picnic hamper has been put away.
The rug’s been rolled up and the skies are grey.
Cause my pretty little chick has flown the coop.
So I’m drinking my way
Through 16 pints a day

Of cold cucumber soup.
Let’s not think about tomorrow.
Cause I’m drowning my sorrows
In one fell swoop.

The soothing balm,
The exquisite charm,
Of a dish that’s best served chilled.

Cold cucumber soup,
Let’s not think about tomorrow.
Cause I’m drowning my sorrows
In one fell swoop.

Cold cucumber soup,
Let’s not think about tomorrow.
Cause I’m drowning my sorrows
Poor silly dupe.

Cold cucumber soup,
Let’s not think about tomorrow.
Cause I’m drowning my sorrows
In an endless loop.
Track Name: Pomegranate
Oh, Pomegranate, most inscrutable of fruit,
I’d travel the solar system
To ingurgitate your wisdom
And caress your glowing orb.

Oh, where did you go, when did you leave these earthly shores?
Were you exiled by our new gods, with their Olympian laws?
It’s been so many years since the world has known your taste
And now our final hope lies under frozen methane wastes.
Out there in the Kuiper Belt.
Out there on Pluto’s cryogenic hell.

Oh Pomegranate, how I hunger for your kiss.
Oh Pomegranate, fill me up with chthonic bliss.
You beautiful sexy grenade.
Please allow me to come to your aid.

Hang on there old fruit, the Olympians are on my tail.
They want to eradicate the last trace of your DNA.
In their Apollo craft they’ll be there in less than ten years.
But I will travel underground, driven by their Dionysian fears.

A voyage through the unconscious
Is the most dangerous voyage of all.
I follow the orbiting rocks
That you left there, dot to dot,
My geomantic romantic,
In a path leading straight to you.

Oh Pomegranate, feed me your tyrrhenian juice.
Oh Pomegranate, mark me with your stains of puce.
Oh Pomegranate, with you I am complete.
Oh Pomegranate, with your seed I am replete.
You beautiful sexy grenade.
Please allow me this humble seranade.
Track Name: ISON
ISON, you've been travelling so long.
All the way out of the Oort Cloud
You really did us proud.

ISON, near your perihelion.
It's time to shine now.
Show us what you're made of.

You were meant to be the comet of the century
But it's just not your destiny,
Apparently.

ISON, we even got your name wrong
But it was nice knowing you
Though you'll never outshine the moon.
But the moon just goes in circles while you grazed the sun.
And you really gave it a go.
Yeah, you put on a good show.
You didn't play it safe.
You took a trip from the outer reaches
To the centre of our burning sky.

You were meant to be the comet of the century
But it's just not your destiny.
Oh don’t you see.

Oh, comet ISON
Don't you fly too close to the sun.
You have done.
You have done.
You are done.