Thank​-​You For Not Discussing the Outside World EP

by The Mystery Fax Machine Orchestra

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released August 1, 2008

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The Mystery Fax Machine Orchestra London, UK

Orchestral novelty-prog.

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Based in London, we've been going since 2007. The line-up is around twenty four players.

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Track Name: Thank-You for not Discussing the Outside World
Outside our walls the very slings
And arrows of misfortune soar.
Our minds are on much higher things,
We leave these troubling trifles for
Those of you who'd cry and bawl and grieve.
Of this we'd like to stay naive,
So with your hats and coats please leave
Conversation at the door.
No news presents
Current events
Just as they've unfurled.
Do come in, please shut up and don't discuss the outside world.

The world may be our oyster
But please could it stay clammed shut
Let's not roister, let us cloister
Spare ourselves from Hell-damned smut.
Entrance only goes to those with permits
To this bastion of hermits
We shan't let the world get her mitts
On our quiet little rut.
Some strange idea
To fight in Crimea:
Was the latest news we'd heard.
Please come in, do shut up and don't discuss the outside world.

If you'd spend your life in traction...
To such as that the world is prone.
We'd prescribe, instead, inaction.
Stay with us or stay at home.
It's not enough to down your sabre;
You must cease action and labour.
To improve life for your neighbour
You should leave them well alone.
Let's call a truce
On the abuse
That is regularly hurled.
Do come in, please shut up and don't dicuss the outside world.
Track Name: An Incantation
Come with me, and we will blow
Lots of bubbles, as we go;
Bubbles bright as ever Hope
Drew from fancy -- or from soap;
Bright as e'er the South Sea sent
from its frothy element!
Come with me, and we will blow
Lots of bubbles, as we go.
Mix the lather - who can be
Fitter for such task than thee,
Great M.P. for Sudsbury!
Great M.P. for Sudsbury!

For the frothy charm is ripe,
Puffing Peter bring thy pipe, --
Thou, whom ancient Coventry,
Once so dearly lov'd, that she
Knew not which to her was sweeter,
Peeping Tom or Puffing Peter; --
Puff the bubbles high in air,
Puff thy best to keep them there.

Bravo, bravo, Peter Moore!
Now the rainbow humbugs soar,
Some reflecting mines that lie
Under Chili's glowing sky,
Some, those virgin pearls that sleep
Cloister'd in the southern deep;
Others, as if lent a ray
Form the streaming Milky Way,
Glist'ning o'er with curds and whey
From the cows of Alderney
From the cows of Alderney
From the cows of Alderney

For the frothy charm is ripe,
Puffing Peter bring thy pipe, --
Thou, whom ancient Coventry,
Once so dearly lov'd, that she
Knew not which to her was sweeter,
Peeping Tom or Puffing Peter; --
Puff the bubbles high in air,
Puff thy best to keep them there.

Now's the moment -- who shall first
Catch the bubbles, ere they burst?
See, with upturn'd eyes and hands,
Where the Shareman, Brigdon, stands,
Gaping for the froth to fall
Down his gullet - lye and all.
See!---But hark my time is out --
Now, like some great water-spout,
Scaterr'd by the cannon's thunder,
Burst, ye bubbles, burst asunder!
Burst, ye bubbles, burst asunder!
Burst, ye bubbles, burst asunder!

For the frothy charm is ripe,
Puffing Peter bring thy pipe, --
Thou, whom ancient Coventry,
Once so dearly lov'd, that she
Knew not which to her was sweeter,
Peeping Tom or Puffing Peter; --
Puff the bubbles high in air,
Puff thy best to keep them there.