mrs caligari’s lighter lyrics

ON Beggars Opera itunes  RGS 9494

01 Mrs Caligari’s Lighter 

 

She’d been blushing very slightly

Wanting to light a cigarette

From Mrs Caligari’s lighter

She went to a few parties

Yes- she said

Wanting to light a cigarette

From Mrs Caligari’s lighter

She kept remembering that smile

Wanting to light a cigarette

From Mrs Caligari’s lighter

She kept pretending to everyone

Wanting to light a cigarette

From Mrs Caligari’s lighter

She moved silently suddenly realising

She’d lit her a cigarette

From Mrs Caligari’s lighter

She was shivering her eyes reflecting

The light of her cigarette

From Mrs Caligari’s lighter

 

02 Doris

 

Is language a virus from outer space?

If so – who controls it?

Is it part of a plan?

Is it growing outside us? 

 

03 The Comforter

 

Sometime in the future mile

Reconnection was important

Find me in those canvas dreams the comforter

Catenations interconnections

Meaningful directions

Find me in those canvas dreams the comforter

I wish I could forget you

I wish I could forget you

Find me in those canvas dreams the comforter

Coffee machines and sensual eyes

Dating me but me

Find me in those canvas dreams the comforter

In the rainbow waves

Of all it’s sounding

Around me imagination

Find me in those canvas dreams the comforter

I wish I could forget you

I wish I could forget you

I wish I could forget you

Find me in those canvas dreams the comforter

 

 

04 Love is Just a Torrent ( melodrama )

 

Love is just a torrent

Touching the veins of your mind

Crushing the sound of your life

Spiking the dark in your eyes

Love is just a torrent

Inside this intimate daydream

Feelings grow distant and long 

And I keep remembering how

That fatal distraction

Whip lashed my shimmering song

Love is just a torrent

 

05 Funny Eyes

 

Watching you

You sombre

You calculating with that smile and fireful eyes

That could connect eternity

Frightful moment though

When out in the cold wind

It was gone it was gone

Hang on

To those warm sounds

Finding their way

Out of your heart

Hang on

To those sad dreams

Finding their way

Fixing their imagineness of today

Come with me

Through the doors of perception

Can you keep up with us?

 

06  You Just don’t Get It

 

Talk me through it

In the rain cold rain

Holes busted

In the rain cold rain

Derailed

No express

In the rain cold rain

More future

In the rain cold rain

More Pain

You Just don’t get it Y

Stagnation

In the rain cold rain

Under roots

In the rain cold rain

Anhydrous

In the rain cold rain

Long tracks

You Just don’t get it

Crossing over

In the rain cold rain

Dislocation

In the rain cold rain

Pleading you

Just don’t get it

 

07 It’s Friday Night you Know

 

It’s Friday night you know

I’m walking up to town

I’m meeting Frankenstein

I hold his slender hand

I call on him to stay

Please stay with me

Unwish my dreaming head

It’s Friday night you know

I hold his slender hand

 

 

08 Your Have to Watch you Know

 

After travelling

Through 24 feet of snow

You have to watch you know

And this is dracula !

 

09 How Long Before the Machine Rusts

 

Sitting with my back to the view

Checking out the altitude

Can we try for a landing?

I think in her condition it would be rather dangerous

How long before the machine rusts?

Can we try for a landing?

I think in her condition it would be rather dangerous

But as I watch the snow falling

I realised I had to forget

Can we try for a landing?

I think in her condition it would be rather dangerous

How long before the machine rusts?

 

10 So Long

 

Seeing thru mirrors and roses

Feeling your time space and love

So long- I could stay here forever

So long

There’s so much I’d like to say to you

But it doesn’t really seem to be real anymore

Tearing at passion inside me

Drowning in liquified glass

So long I could stay here forever So long

There’s so much I’d like to say to you

But it doesn’t really seem to be real anymore

Weeping and laughing together

Curled into breezes and cries

So long- I could stay here forever

So long

Leaving your murdered emotions

Racing for light heart instead

Recycling sadistic behaviours

Spill on the rocks and again

So long- I could stay here forever

So long 

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All lyrics written by Virginia Aurora Scott and copyright of Ricky Gardiner Songs

 

 

 

 

Clyde

 

Clyde is a soft song about the river Clyde from Beggars Opera cd Promise in Motion RGS 9486, which was released in 2011.  At the time when the musical ideas were unfolding I was reading an old and wonderful book called The Elusive River George Pratt Insh Published by The Moray Press, 1946. In the lyrics of the song You Misremember Me from the same cd, I was captivated by the fact that I am and have been rarely called by my real name which is Virginia. Instead I am called either one of the following: Victoria, Valerie, Veronica, Vivienne, or Vanessa. 1/ Lions 2/ Her Hand in Mine 3/ Promise in Motion 4/ The Edible Woman Again 5/ You Misremember Me 6/ Bees 7/ Clyde Ricky Gardiner:Guitars Virginia Scott: Vox/ Keys Tom Gardiner: Drums

Promise in Motion
Promise in Motion

Promise in Motion Lyrics

 

 

Beggars Opera Promise In Motion
RGS 9486

 

LIONS

And now I am aware of some little children
Happy singing and playing in the sunlight
And in this wonderful moment my mind is calm and strong
Watching and absorbing my motionless responses

Is this my psychological house?
Am I the analyst sipping wine?
Dream trace and possibilities
Am I the lioness and the lion?
And are those little children part of me?
Dream trace and possibilities

I dream I’m in a majestic room space
Three walls open to land trees and sun
To the right of me my psychologist and companion
Whimsically sips his red wine uncertainty

And now I am aware of an enormous lion
Placing his heavy paw on my fragile left hand
And in this fearful moment my mind is calm and strong
Watching and controlling my motionless responses

And holding my absolute terror inanimation
I watch his lioness prowling to and fro
Feline eyes transfixing into mine
Curiously radiating animal love.

HER HAND IN MINE

Dreaming down hill down street
Passing Belford Avenue
Front door open wide open at her now empty house
Inside feel her presence
Hear her brilliant sound
Playing two piano romantic melodies and climb

I can fell her hand in mine
Pressing down

PROMISE IN MOTION

Don’t look now these two old friends
Are traveling through landscapes
The patterns of connections say
What do they hear on thin air

The difference between thinking and dreaming
Promise in motion
Everything you can imagine is real
Promise in motion

Two kinds of twilight and
The power of smokey eyes
Lullaby for liquid tread
Collisions and blue sky

We are happening people like them seeking desperately
I remember getting excited running and dancing
Like the dawn of escape

Don’t look now those two old friends
Are traveling through landscapes
They say goodbye to everything
Letting go that pair of hands

The EDIBLE WOMAN AGAIN

I stand there so silently aware
Caress your disembodied stare
I find your soft space of breath and dream

I feel you powering my visions
I sense your surrendering collisions
I find you crossing paradise

And in the rush of this imaginary sorrow
She kept pretending she could see you
In the unconscious lighting of her cigarette she was the edible woman again

As well as counting all her momentary lapses
She kept pretending she could see you
And even when she tried and tried to sublimate it
She kept pretending she could see you

And all that time long spent in fruitless contemplation
She kept pretending she could see you

So thinking back into the sheer fragmented landscapes
She kept pretending she could see you
In the unconscious lighting of her cigarette she was the edible woman again

I find you crossing paradise
I sense your feeding on my sighs
I find your soft space of breath and dream
I feel your powering my visions
I sense your surrendering collisions
I find you crossing paradise

Instead of coming to the end of no tommorows
She kept pretending she could see you
I find your soft space of breath and dreams

YOU MISREMEMBER ME

Change all the gardens
Cue in the storms
Believe in the mountains
Soaking in the sun
You misremember me
You misremember my name

We grow in prosperity
Adapting to change
Lifting heavy loads
And trimming our sails
You misremember me
You misremember my name

Lie back and close your eyes
Visions colliding but into the soft cake of life

Absorbing the shocks
Whatever that means
Watching the harlequin
Ascend the air stream
You misremember me
You misremember my name

Victoria Valerie Veronica Vivienne Vanessa

BEES

Go wireless de/electrify
Offset your carbon footprint
Activate your microwave shadow de/electrify

The disappearance of the honey bees
Is a mystery far from being solved
And some people say
If honey bees disappear so will we

The greatest suspect of this tragedy
Is cell phone mast harmful radiation
And Einstein said
If honey bees disappear so will we

(The Bees)
Colony collapse disorder we’ve lost our way
Colony collapse disorder
Tell me how we find our way home please
Tell me how we find our way home
When our electro communication is jammed.

I heard a programme on the radio
About a Londoner
Keeping his bees in a high rise life shaft
If honey bees disappear so will we

CLYDE

You are in my mind calling me over
I hear your gentle sound murmuring so clearly
You kiss the distant shores tracing a new dawn
You are the river voice of my dreams
Shimmering in memories illusive and unseen
Crossing the open fields near your dark waters
I see the ancient story of my fathers home land
You are the river Clyde

If We Couldn’t Speak lyrics

 

 

If We Couldn’t Speak RGS 9495 Lyrics

Infringed Love

Infringed love and
encountering nebulous choices

Glasgow Hill

She keeps calling Glasgow Hill
Do I have to ring back ?

If We Couldn’t Speak

If we couldn’t speak
Would you still hear me?
And if we couldn’t hear
Would you still see me?

If we couldn’t speak
If we couldn’t see
And if we couldn’t hear
Would you still hear me ?
Would you still see me ?
Would you still find me ?

Lyrics Virginia Scott 2011

 

If We Couldn’t Speak

 

Beggars Opera
If We Couldn’t Speak
RGS 9495 2013

4 Long progressive art rock tracks, from the Mrs Caligari’s Lighter sessions, on the outer limit of Beggars Opera surrealism: through the unearthly soundscapes of Ricky Gardiner’s powerful sing song guitar and mixes, Virginia Scott’s sound-speak vocals keys-synth- mellotron impastos, Tom Gardiner’s hypnotic drum lobs to densely orchestrated sound samplet extured song lyric of relentless inner preoccupations.

Ricky Gardiner: Guitar and mix
Virginia Scott: Keys and Vox
Tom Gardiner: Drums

01/ Inverary Avenue
02/ Infringed Love
03/ Glasgow Hill
04/ If We Couldn’t Speak

If We Couldn't Speak
If We Couldn’t Speak

More Blue Sky

 

Beggars Opera More Blue Sky
Beggars Opera
Doris Single
RGS 9500

Filmed at the Camera Obscura Bristol one recent sunny sunday deep in the dark bit down to the vertiginous look over the Clifton Gorge and bridge.
Irresisitable.

Ricky Gardiner Guitars
Virginia Scott Keys and Vox
Tom Gardiner Drums

 

 

Mrs Caligari’s Lighter Review

Mrs Caligari’s Lighter
RGS 9494
2012

 

‘This is an astounding album from Beggars Opera, frequently tumbling into creative and musical genius! Listening to it feels as if progressive rock has finally had its ragged edges polished off to form an outstanding artefact of new musical and emotional perfection.

That certainly doesn’t mean the album lacks life… it’s as alive and full of variety as music can get: a wild swirl of prog rock excitement, funky rhythms, great experimental music touches, slightly-tongue-in-cheek horror references, gentle melodic magic and soft, subtle emotion. The richness in the album is astonishing, with searing, lyrical and sometimes raunchy guitar work from Ricky Gardiner, amazingly complex percussion from Tom Gardiner, and subtly complicated compositions, loops and arrangements by Virginia Scott, whose compelling vocals and sparse, poetic lyrics are at times curious, at times eerie, and at times hypnotically beautiful.

The rhythmically high-energy tracks make a great foil to the softer, more lyrical compositions and the latter somehow manage to bridge the usually unbridgeable gap between experimentation and addictive ‘listenability’. Each time I have played the album I’ve wakened the following morning to find fragments of lyric and melody from the album drifting pleasantly through my waking brain and reappearing throughout the day.

The Comforter”, “Love is Just a Torrent”, “How Long Before the Machine Rusts?” and “So Long” are especially evocative and mesmeric. “Love is Just a Torrent” is simply one of the most beautiful and heartfelt love songs ever produced, and the poignant and stunning composition “So Long” is a work of musical genius… simultaneously original, complex, hauntingly emotive and, surprisingly, almost commercial due to its deep melodic lyricism.

In Mrs Caligari’s Lighter, Beggar’s Opera have taken prog rock, given it a good dusting off, dismantled and cleaned its workings, added clever new parts, and placed a gleaming, more powerful motor inside its engine compartment.’


Colin Macfarlane 2012