Monochrome Bisexual Triathlete

by Aphrodite Lion

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Debut Album of Aphrodite Lion, Wicklow based duo.

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released September 18, 2011

All songs Written, Performed, Recorded, Mixed & Mastered by Aphrodite Lion

Aphrodite Lion are:
Anne Graham: Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Violin, Theremin, Percussion, Talent
Mike Tinsley: Guitars, Bass, Keyboards, Programming, Drums, Know-How

"I have surmised that I like the cut of their jib but they are bonkers." Harmless Noise (harmlessnoise.entertainment.ie)

"Digging the new album by @AphroditeLion! Guaranteed Irish rockin' tunes." Pearl, Phantom FM www.phantom.ie

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Aphrodite Lion are Anne Graham & Mike Tinsley making dirty, witty, spunky, crude, sinister, curious layers of music available to the world since 2011.

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Track Name: Red Chief
So you know you gotta go, cloak ‘n’ dagger it all
Or I might just plot your downfall
Friend or foe, fast or slow, you gotta know
If your land’s gonna be threatened by deed poll
Gotta feelin’ you’re a Fenian
Who likes to shoot bow and arrow to increase his sorrow
But I know you gotta go, cloak ‘n’ dagger it all
Or I might just plot your downfall
I’ve got Good Medicine
To glue your porcelain
And for me there’s penicillin
To dull the ache I’ve been feelin’

My Little Red Chief
Do you want me for me?
Or do you need a phantom as clear as the sea?
He’s gotta gun and he dunno how to use it
Oh Little Red Chief
All you can see
On all sides enemies
Approaching your tipi

He’s gotta gun and he dunno how to use it
He’s gotta gun and he dunno to do with it
Heaven knows how you blow on the fire

It will kill right to the nooks and crannies of your desire
Singin’ proud, hollowed out, make your point
An echo hits the spirit when least expected
Gotta feelin’ you’re a Fenian
Who likes to shoot bow and arrow to increase his sorrow
But I know you gotta go, show your teeth
Or I might just enfold you up in my blanket
Well I’ve got Good Medicine
To glue your porcelain
And for me there’s swaddlin’
To keep in the blood I’ve been spillin’

Little Red Chief
Do you even see me?
Or do you need an exit as big as the sea?
He’s got a gun and he dunno how to use it
So Little Red Chief
Should I issue smoke rings?
To get your attention
A hopeless plea

He’s gotta gun and he dunno how to use it
He’s gotta gun and he dunno to do with it
He’s gotta bone and he beats his chest with it
He’s gotta gun and he dunno to do with it

Oh how lonesome you look
Oh how lonesome you seem
Don’t you wanna come outside with me
Even just for one second

Little Red Chief you gotta listen now
You gotta gun and you got to use it
No matter what they say you could fight another day
Look at the bone and you got to use it
He gotta gun and he dunno to do with it
Beats his chest with it
You gotta gun and you dunno to do with it
Track Name: Blackbeard Leered
Oh captain hear our plea
We need a wench here out at sea
When we’ve had too much rum
We shouldn’t be looking for bum
Blacktailing it back to my cabin
I’ve forgotten which day’s the Sabbath
Scurvy’s made me a rabbit
Turned me into a rabbit hole

Oh cap’n we’ll align ourselves to Starboard when
We get home, we get home, home
We are bristling busted up lords of men
The sea will drink, the sea will drink up up our secret
First mate, first mate will you bend?
And break your back for your special friend?
A captain gets so frightened of mutiny
And requires some love and handy candy, handy handy

Fast forward to a photograph
Still steering just with Sat Nav
Silver suits and freeze-dried food
But you still taste so good
I’m moonwheelin’ back to my pod
Space is probably not checked by God
Zero gravity’s freein’ up my clothes
Oh to serve my glorious country is an honour sir
And to serve and spoon and spoon and serve those two moons of hers
Got an IQ 160 plus
Can build new stars
But I much prefer those big black holes to swallow me whole

Oh silverback gorillas can’t you see?
Exploratory space travel is such a tease
We’re bringing man to a brand new age
Where cleavage will be freed from its wiry cage
What an age!

Blacktailing and moonwheelin’ fiends
Smooth sailin’ if you laserbeam me
Track Name: The Time Is Yours, The Clock in Mine
Pirates advancing towards the shore
Just like you now
Oh man of the hour who thinks he’s Alexander’s descendant
Scientifically you calculate me
But the numbers never add up
To the laws of men’s brains and their attempts to contain creatures
Who live by virtue of tooth and nail
Ever since the day
The sails blew me away from the warm curve of my Mama’s arms
How long til you’re finished borrowing
My soul for the creation of your own
You can be sure of a temporary cure to cover your crying
But one thing you must know the time may be yours but the clock is mine

I bit it off in front of his eyes
That were darkened by the clouds of never seeing, never knowing a real beating heart
I learned from him fast and all of the others
I grew a tail and fangs and forgot the island and the arms of my mother
How long til you’re finished borrowing
My soul for the creation of your own
Wearing ten masks beneath this one
Is why I don’t fret you
Accessorised with two furled roses
Lain upon a wasted ingénue
My hollowed burrowed staring eyes
Will watch that hand finish its climb
Yes I’ll waltz with you a thousand times but still you will find
The time may be yours but the clock is mine
Clock is ticking
My time is fine
Close to the bone
But never my mind
You ran out of time
Yes you ran out of time
Track Name: Stasis Crisis
I’m climbing the impostors’ trail
I gotta blindside Guevara to watch him fail
I’m implanted on the Southern Wave
I’m gonna put the bed-wetter into his grave
Time voted Stalin best
Dyin’ Lloyd in deadlock chess
This is the basis of
What we call stasis

Stop
Go no more
I gotta hustle on the backburner a little more
Jove
Mountain King
Didn’t he sit on the throne of a thousand rings?
Stasis you will kill my commission and only my groans will be brought to fruition
Only my groans will be brought to bear

Asking anatomical questions
Crash dummy substitute for straight confession
Gargantuan in its baldness
The way you like to preach your limp godliness
Time voted Stalin best
Dyin’ Lloyd in deadlock chess
This is the basis of
What we call stasis
Fornication frozen in glaciers
Right foot, left foot cut by sabres
Track Name: Hoodwinker
It was many and many a year ago
When I lived in the centre of a world
That revolved so fast right through my palms
And put paid to all my schemes
And this world complied with a complicitous defiance
Another cenotaph to a fallen regime
I was no longer a child
No longer complied
Or answered when was called
But some man saluted said “Yes you can, lay down your life for me”
”And let the burdens that you’ve hauled fly free like a bird of prey released from its torn jesses”

For the truth is never grieved
It’s just flatter to deceive
In this supposed Land of the Free
And resentment swells inside
Those to whom you have lied
O’er the perilous ramparts of the free

I was billeted, branded and bivouacked
In the centre of the mall
With twilight’s last light gleaming
Refracting through the dawn
I reflected on the rhetoric
The conspiracies and the spin
The wrath, the pearls, of mice and men
And the Disneyland within

When this Nation’s saving grace
Spits it back in your waxen face
You know you will be free
And they’ll swallow it with zeal
Come our Nation’s wow or weal
So that all men can be free
Why can’t all men now be free
Track Name: How Many Fingers (Am I Sticking up)?
Dough man buffer two tram lines
Dough woman crush the hospital trolleys
Our dinners, prides will keep ‘em alive
And the fat pussycats they release from the mouse traps
Tap tap from these tits all day
They gestate in a state of foul or no play

I’m gonna stick ‘em into your friend’s friend
And then I’ll stick ‘em into my own skin
Track Name: Anyone’s Guess
Throw my self-help books into the bin
Look eastwards towards the sin of Jinn
Petroleum tic-tac crushed on the floor
Oh lick it up, lick it up like a Byzantine whore
Playin’ 20 questions I don’t mind
But 21 will get you blind
If you heart on the sleeve then you won’t be saved
But if you give it to the chicken then expect high praise
And I don’t know if it’s luck of the draw
But I forfeit it all
To the land of no rain and no malt
And it might seem like Geronimo drank
From Big Sam’s gall
In the land of no rain and no malt

And they tell me I should block it out
(Block it out, Block it out, block it out til you reach the stagecoach house)
But I was always one to sock it out
(Sock it out, sock it out during a morning shower)
Well maybe I should just fuck it out
(Fuck it out, fuck it out all on your roman nose)
’Cause I just don’t know how to block it out
(Block it out, block it out hello, hello)

Heavy oestrogen pumped on a whim
Player washing machine is set on spin
Harem botched by chat-show inquisition
Got caught in a flame of Flash Gordon fiction
Low, low how the mourners low
Bemoaning the hip-hop blow
Go hard on my knees if the state permits
But my bleeding heart head will never fit
Now you don’t wanna be friends
Now you’re looking back towards the end
Fever is high, no fever is low
I don’t know, I just don’t know why
Track Name: Tundra
You live in the tundra of my heart
You’ve pulled asunder our navigational chart
You are my ice
You are my frostbite
And the heart is cold
And it shatter like broken glass
And the heart is sold
But for what price must we pay?

So what good is love
In the middle of this tundra
I try and cast a spell
But you won’t fall under
You say it best
With stone-like fortress face
I tried my best
But never could I trump your cool ace

And the heart is cold
And it shatter like broken glass
And the heart is sold
But for what price must we pay
And the heart is folded
Like petals waitin’ to die
And the heart is ordered
Through barren lands of ice
The ground where we lay

I only wish you would come over
I only wish you would thaw out
I only wish you would thumb under
I only wish you would come aground
I only wish you would…(indecipherable wail)
Track Name: 1am Introduction at the Hotel Hokum
I am a mermaid burned
By onshore nightly soujourn
I like to bring my foam
Soaking wet will you take me home?
I can do coy
Tricky toy
Half boy
Be whatever you want me to be

Never a lesson learned
1am introduction it’s my turn
Corona haloes round your eyes
A guarantee I’ll gain the prize
WLTM not fussy
I LUV U LOL

Ever the eternal optimist
And I don’t mind if I’m just the gist
Let me do the work and the sums
And I’ll take you to the Hotel Hokum
Will always love you
Please please me
I’m not a girl
Not ever a woman

I’ll be your common house pet
Make myself at home on your doormat
Will serenade you in F sharp deaf
Diminished by the fact that you’ll forget
Disclaimer: I’ll leave before you’re terrified by the truth of Dawn’s Head
Sunsets, champers, babies, anniversaries
Yes we can make it work
I want to be your baby, lover, your mother and your governess
Track Name: City of the Dead-Setters
In dark narrow streets they tease
Your soul through an amphetamine drip
With latex nothings they find release
On the stage of karaoke worship
So I find myself in the lie of history
The workings of a spider’s embroidery
From the first to the last every word from their mouths
Is like a maggot
It’s eating on my entreaties

Crusted skulls line the avenue
A shadow path to a lost empire
From the first to the last every word from your mouth
Is like a maggot
It’s eating it’s eating me
I see you
La Virgen shows her hips
Selling her soul to those
Patrons
Legends of obscure
Mountain-dwelling whores
Who promise the world

But they’ve never even left La Ciudad de -
A plastic backwater
Imitates L.A.
Clone of a clone
But I see you for what you are
Development marred by
Bordering on the ridiculous

And now the Labyrinth is truly lost
Crawling, crawling to the sacrifice
Eat eat up the dirt of kings
Glazed talons stab at the prize
Living for the chance of a famous fling

So I find myself in the lie of history
The workings of a spider’s embroidery
From the first to the last every word from their mouths
Is like a maggot
It’s eating on my entrails
Crusted skulls line the avenues
A shadow path to a lost empire
From the first to the last every word from their mouths
Is like a maggot
It’s eating it’s eating me
I feel them
Snakin’ on my lips
Adding to death toll
And to their accounts
Extort like conquerors of yore
Coughin’ out much more
Lyin’
But they’ve never even left
La Ciudad de - of their minds
They tie, tie up our teeth
Then later feast on our eyes
To get a hold of the Lion’s mane
A touch of gold to clean the needlin’ shame
And they’ll trample on anything
That tries to bloom on their hearts and their heads
Track Name: Monochrome Bisexual Triathlete
He’s completely addicted to the victim
Drowning in drug store bicarbonate
(How does he get by?)
Like the lights on Broadway
(How does he get by?)
Ghost on our tongues
He duct taped up all his emotions
And psyche 101 pilgrims give devotion
(How does he get by?)
Like a Viet Vet
(How does he get by?)
Old Man River

And their minds are like travelling shows
Ugly but always with a good punch line
(How do they get by?)
Like a cakewalk snare
(How do they get by?)
Palsy stare
Come on boss can you tailor my coat?
You know I don’t got no choice
Come on boss can you give me your stole?
I, them, we, me, he, she what you want to see

And time will give me no expenses
To pay off our Our Father penances
(How do I get by?)
When you’ve got no answers
(How do you get by?)
Ballet knots
Mama throw her out with the bathwater
She love my friends but I just doesn’t want them
(How does we get by?)
Like a steamrollin’ feather
(How do she get by)
Marsha Brady

Fast forward the VCR
Freeze-frame fame got me no game at all
1,2,3 let’s go – uno, dos, très, vamos!
Track Name: Get Lost
So we can get lost in each other
You don’t have to run for cover
Let’s make a scrapbook
A collage of our history
With hearts and bears that care
Then it might just last forever

I had a dream
Closin’ in
Soon you will see
All of it
And play track on my team
Go team!
Now I know we can feel each other
Really feel each other

Come on the song
The one that goes on
And on about a girl who was lean and lived on
The Isle
I really hope that’s not what that song is about

So we can get fast in each other
You don’t have to call yourself my lover
Just stand for this picture with my whole family
And no one will even care
’Cause it probably won’t last the week