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Mantid 100 posts |
Jul 03, 2014, 19:12
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I've been trying to decipher the lyrics to "In His Cups" and could use some crowdsourcing... not sure if some of the missing stuff are colloquialisms I don't get, or references to some copey esoterica I don't connect with, or... Anyway, if anyone would like to give it a listen and help me fill in the blanks or correct what I have, much appreciated! Here's my stab, some of which I had to do by slowing the tempo in Audacity. If anyone has a better wear to hear vocals more clearly, I would love to hear it. I am still stumped by several lines in Roswell, also. --------- In His Cups Julian Cope, from Revolutionay Suicide One time when i stood crazy on the brink of life With a bible in my hand I set [][][] against my wife I went in quicksand Horizons they [][] the map infinity Diminished me as i Was estranged from the very heart that i possessed I curled up and died I said i am not free And this world is killing me Yes, I am not free Perhaps I'm meant to be forgot A strange sound [][][] when i walked And so i walked and walked Inside dialogues sprung up with myself; I felt me talk And so I talked and talked I sang, "I am not free And this world is killing me Yes, I am not free Perhaps I'm meant to be forgot" Walked out in summers everyday Winters everyday [][][] like a train at the station pulling off Became my mystical self, my other self Became knowledgable about myself Looked around Sucked up the juice, sucked up the juice, sucked up the juice of it Cold like the [sack of rounds] I was torn and then I [][][][] They sang them wrong, I cuffed them round the ears I said "[]free men [][] rhymes" They sung "I am not free And this world is killing me I am not free Perhaps I'm meant to be forgot" And people say it I am not free All around me Thought is killing me [dull as dry men] I am not free But I wouldn't join in I was not meant to be forgot So [][][][] Call me double-o size but rising Like Basketball Jones Lionel-size but rising Dinky Toy size every day rising Growing higher and higher Coming out of the mire, the mire And burning in the fire Burning in the fire I sang pronounce my name right I sang pronounce my everything right I could be higher and higher Love know [limits knowledge] gnostic odysseys They are what we will be They are what we will be
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riverman 845 posts |
Jul 03, 2014, 21:44
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Mantid wrote: I've been trying to decipher the lyrics to "In His Cups" and could use some crowdsourcing... not sure if some of the missing stuff are colloquialisms I don't get, or references to some copey esoterica I don't connect with, or... Anyway, if anyone would like to give it a listen and help me fill in the blanks or correct what I have, much appreciated! Here's my stab, some of which I had to do by slowing the tempo in Audacity. If anyone has a better wear to hear vocals more clearly, I would love to hear it. I am still stumped by several lines in Roswell, also. --------- In His Cups Julian Cope, from Revolutionay Suicide One time when i stood crazy on the brink of life With a bible in my hand I set [][][] against my wife I went in quicksand Horizons they [][] the map infinity Diminished me as i Was estranged from the very heart that i possessed I curled up and died I said i am not free And this world is killing me Yes, I am not free Perhaps I'm meant to be forgot A strange sound [][][] when i walked And so i walked and walked Inside dialogues sprung up with myself; I felt me talk And so I talked and talked I sang, "I am not free And this world is killing me Yes, I am not free Perhaps I'm meant to be forgot" Walked out in summers everyday Winters everyday [][][] like a train at the station pulling off Became my mystical self, my other self Became knowledgable about myself Looked around Sucked up the juice, sucked up the juice, sucked up the juice of it Cold like the [sack of rounds] I was torn and then I [][][][] They sang them wrong, I cuffed them round the ears I said "[]free men [][] rhymes" They sung "I am not free And this world is killing me I am not free Perhaps I'm meant to be forgot" And people say it I am not free All around me Thought is killing me [dull as dry men] I am not free But I wouldn't join in I was not meant to be forgot So [][][][] Call me double-o size but rising Like Basketball Jones Lionel-size but rising Dinky Toy size every day rising Growing higher and higher Coming out of the mire, the mire And burning in the fire Burning in the fire I sang pronounce my name right I sang pronounce my everything right I could be higher and higher Love know [limits knowledge] gnostic odysseys They are what we will be They are what we will be Bernard Cribbins needs to be in there somewhere. The missing bit before Double O size in the Basketball Jones verse me thinks off the top of my head. And actually it may be Hornby Double O size. I'm probably not helping here as I've not listened to it for a while and can't at the moment!!
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Mantid 100 posts |
Jul 04, 2014, 01:24
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Ah, I was not familiar with Hornby as I am Lionel. Also not familiar with Cribbins, though that is indeed what it sounds like. Thanks! Anyone else?
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Mantid 100 posts |
Jul 10, 2014, 17:37
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Anyone else have an ear to lend? Sometimes I think I should find a Julian Cope website to ask these things... and then I remember where I am.
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Mantid 100 posts |
Aug 03, 2017, 00:06
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Still trying to work this stuff out... I'll repeat that I'd pay top dollar for a Cope Compendium with lyrics. It is all so beautiful and I have learned so much, but I simply can't catch some of it and some are cultural references that are lost on me until I research them. Thanks for any leads! (also still trying to work out Roswell!)
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tk421 121 posts |
Aug 03, 2017, 14:17
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this is the best I can make out... I've added in a few of my suggestions for the words you're missing. One time when I stood crazy on the brink of life With a bible in my hand I sit for I could only storm against my wife For I’m in quicksand Horizons they begin to map infinity Diminished me as I Was estranged from the very heart that I possessed Well then, I curled up and died I said I am not free And this world is killing me Yes, I am not free Perhaps I'm meant to be forgot A strange sound I followed it down when I walked And so I walked and walked Inside dialogues sprung up with myself; I felt me talk And so I talked and talked I sang, "I am not free And this world is killing me Yes, I am not free Perhaps I'm meant to be forgot" Walked out in summers everyday Winters everyday Golden no string like a train at the station pulling off Became my mystical self, my other self Became knowledgeable about myself Looked around Sucked up the juice, sucked up the juice, sucked up the juice of it Cold like the [sack of rounds] I was torn and then I thought about times They sang them wrong, I cuffed them round the ears I said "oh oh some free men and those little rhymes" They sung "I am not free And this world is killing me I am not free Perhaps I'm meant to be forgot" And people say it I am not free All around me Thought is killing me [dull as dry men] I am not free But I wouldn't join in I was not meant to be forgot So as I Bernard Cribbens Call me double-o size but rising Like Basketball Jones Lionel-size but rising Dinky Toy size every day rising Growing higher and higher Coming out of the mire, the mire And burning in the fire Burning in the fire I sang pronounce my name right I sang pronounce my everything right I could be higher and higher Love know [limits knowledge] gnostic odysseys They are what we will be They are what we will be
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Mantid 100 posts |
Aug 03, 2017, 20:31
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Thanks for the suggestions! Good stuff.
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tk421 121 posts |
Aug 03, 2017, 21:40
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No problem, no guarantee they're right though. It would be nice to have an official set of lyrics. I really enjoyed listening to it and trying to figure it out. I did appreciate the opening line perhaps being an internal copian(?), if there is such a word, reference back to his own song 'vegetation' on my nation underground. Anyway, it's a song, like most of the latter day output that I've overlooked. I have continued to buy the albums out of habit/loyalty but I guess I had more of an emotional connection with the stuff up to interpreter/20 mothers. Having read your set of lyrics and listened intensely, it's a spur to me to make more of an effort, just like Trip Advisor was.
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thesweetcheat 6210 posts |
Aug 03, 2017, 22:20
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"And actually it may be Hornby Double O size." Yep, I think that's what he sings there.
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