Pope On a Rope

by Pope

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Syd Barrett meets Frank Zappa meets Aphex Twin.


released April 10, 2012

Produced in Bath/Bristol

Produced, written etc. by Simon Burgess

Cover photo by Sheridan Lunt



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Track Name: The Drag of Sloth
What a super job I used to seem to make of sleep
Now a demon keeps me awake, it's called caffeine
And where you traipse and make your mistakes, there's nothing so quaint as joy
Just a concrete castle of cynical heat, with tramps deployed
When their doe-eyed rippled faces beseech, they ask for a hopeless cure
Cos what's your lonely pound but a piss in a sea of poor?
Still the people here seem proud of their town, they'd have to be
Cos if they weren't, they might have to work to make it clean

If variety's the spice, familiarity's the rice
You need a bit of each in your life

To a bent-backed crone I must look brand new, as if I'm as yet unsold
But it's love, not age, that's the measure of youth, and I feel old
Muted, dumbstruck, keeping yourself to yourself, and never healing
Silence is not golden, it's just routine

If variety's the spice, familiarity's the rice
You need a few more treats in your life
Track Name: Still Life
Dry life coins bad habits
Like hugging darkness to you
And saving all concern for trinkets

Outside, the world carries on
Always seems to continue regardless

Dry life, bathed in no fright
All full of plastic flowers
How sad that once or twice they moved me

Still life, no purging ups or downs or changes
Track Name: Bunker Bill
In a bar close to my home, lives a tall man and his shorter friends
Whiling away all their cosy time, with the reflections of those they meet
They rest close to a home where they'll all be put one day
But they don't have an idea that their children want them out of the way

Passing by your window I can almost sympathise
But the truth is I'm pre-occupied
I can't hush your troubles, I just hear mine

So when, having no thoughts
All the big deeds sat by his side
He doesn't try - the kids are too old now
He's chasing all his stunted friends
To catch the winning card

Passing by your window I can see your trials
But I've got two blank discs for eyes
That keep me cold and distant

Just for times when it gets hard
And your tall friend quits for the bar
Life can become far too important
You'll only have to call and I'll run
Track Name: Dummy's Boy
You're stomping around like a stupid baby
Why on earth did God give you testes?
You're like a tourist to the male gender
Annoying quiet locals like me

Are you under some impression
That you're not just a bitch turning tricks for nature?
I see you louting around the town centre of creation
Waving a flag around
Pissing in a plant pot

Crying your sulk like a stupid baby
Like all those dicks you love off the TV
Wanking in a Zoo and laughing through the rabies
Just like them, that's all you want to be
Track Name: It's A Cupboard
I see the way it proudly squats
That nowadays vibe, that's what you got
That lovely little feature built in the top

It's small and it ends on one side
A stubby coat-of-painted delight
If I could sit the chair next to it - CAN I?
It casts a benevolent light

I'm green, you are simply too much
You've given me the acquisite bug
I'm standing in a page from the catalogue
Track Name: Room 4
I live my life in the room for improvement
But there's a missing party in my own mind
Or so it seems
I know these walls, they can talk, I can listen, you can always try
And if you do care, you're one of mine
You're one of mine

Between you and me, we've covered bases from amateur league
But robot monsters devour our sleep
A cracking whip is the carrot beneath
Our donkey noses

If I just told you the secrets I keep, well
I could call nothing my own
And you'd lose interest in me - as dull as solved mystery
I know there's flies on my walls I can't humour though I've always tried
For all you can bear, you're one of mine
You're one of mine

Between you and me I think we're stuck in the amateur league
Where private thought still devours our sleep
But should a true saviour ride in then at least
The donkey knows it