Ghostwatch (E​.​P​.​)

by Ian Evans

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Three songs by Ian Evans, recorded by Matthew Burrows in 2011.
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released May 3, 2012

* Ian Evans: songs, singing, guitars, bass guitar on tracks 1 and 3

* Matt Burrows: drums, bass guitar on track 2, production/mixing

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Pop/experimental/rock musician and songwriter from London

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Track Name: Ghostwatch
Caution Leela, there’s a spirit of lonely water
I can sense something evil outside the Tardis this time
He’ll be back

Tripods haunt the dark in our heads
Are limbs not safe, hanging outside beds?
Stone tapes won’t forget what everyone is scared of
Who is this that is coming?
Emotions show you as you really are

Back to work after happy nights… for the benefit of Mr. Pipes
Keep a ghost watch and there’s just as much grand stuff
She's beautiful and she likes me as a good friend. So, on refection, I am a really lucky guy
What is this that’s coming next?
Emotions show you what you really are

Anywhere, we travel light over this world
Inside out
All feelings make us all people
And some good and bad
And then chaps, emotions show you what you really are

Everywhere ghosts linger and Nimons give scares
Inside me I’m scared and brave, just like you
And I’ll be listening, because you’re alright
Decisions show you what you really are
Track Name: Too Tasty for You, Lager Boy?
On Guiness’s Day the Churchill gave out oysters
And they do taste ok
CAMRA’s phrase, “Lager Boy,” was making us laugh
Now Chock a Bloke is checking back to life
I couldn’t go on but I did do
“Burying a girl’s life,” the French say…

If I ran all of the way home from Shunt, at night
I’d get a rush of happiness
They kissed, so I pretend she doesn’t exist now
And punched a Tooley Street escarpment
She’d said we were best friends and could confide
And I do wish them all the best
In time, I'll find other things to do with my life

Life isn’t too tasty for me lager boys
It’s all done by kindness
This song was once called, “I want his job”

Harrod’s music shop has had an orange sparkle bass in stock for years
I’ll eat some oysters there, one birthday
John Byrne’s art was in my head as I walked past that Fleet Street shop
I finally bought that Lysechenko postcard

The Jugged Hare, the Albert, the Seven Stars, the Bree Louise, the Churchill, the Cheshire Cheese...
Their kissing scene. Inside Shunt they reign
There are no good ales
Track Name: Storm in a Teacup
On 230 from Wood Green to Leyton (tied to the mast)
Nasty kid called Tricky, swearing at a nice Mum on her mobile
Ra’s staring at him as he sails through London to her
Like Odysseus all calm. Just think of her in your strong arms

There’s always trouble ‘cos there’s something in the way. On the bus route to the dance show
Past the Poor School on the Gray’s Inn Road
City that we romance so
And she’s standing in the chorus of the dance show
As the Trojan War comes to an end
And she’s warming up and stood in third position
As our hero’s on the final bend
It’s a laugh to know a secret you would kill to know
We’re the Muses for this story
And Kate Bush is good, George Bush is bad
And he gets to see her dance on time

You just watch them by Beau Brummel’s statue Saturday
They’re a Rockette and a Myrmidon
And the gaping face of jaws ajar…
The sound of corsets hitting floors

Heaving with lust outside your window
Inside, it’s a storm inside a teacup blown away
It’s a magic day

Oh she’s inside of an unusual picnic (all crumbly and entertaining)
We won’t go away with you, please put her down

Bad situations like Rawlinson End
And I’m like, “their life’s changeable and entertaining”
Now I’ve gone all voluble, please put me starboard…
Where I can see the stars above the briny…
See our heroes climb Clissold fence at night
Saved in a submarine by my kind aunt
She’d dazzle the chorus line please put her down