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In the Organ Loft at Midnight

by Sir Bobby Jukebox

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1.
Sir Bobby Jukebox in the organ loft at midnight, Sir Bobby Jukebox in the organ loft.
2.
On this day, Oh on this day, You came alive. So... don’t say goodbye, Don’t say goodbye. I thought that you’d never notice That little glint in my eye. A negative diagnosis And a tongue to read me my rites. I cover up my neurosis Every eighth of July. Took a clairvoyant to notice And a tongue to feed me my lines. Don’t say goodbye, Don’t say goodbye. Don’t say goodbye, Don’t say goodbye.
3.
Took us a while to invent All the amusements of mankind, And they had a high potential Until the bumper cars collided. A watertight alibi Has never once been on your side And you will die without a fight, Never getting overtime. Why am I intent on digging a hole Into which I’ll throw my enemies? And why am I hell-bent on building a wall Over which I can throw my nemeses to die? Jekyll and Hyde should break up, They were a nuisance all this time. Nursery rhymes and bedbugs Make up the movie of my life. A watertight alibi Has never once been on my mind And I will die without a fight, And no option to resign. Why am I intent on digging a hole Into which I’ll throw my enemies? And why am I hell-bent on building a wall Over which I can throw my nemeses to die?
4.
If I had better balance, Then I'd buy a couple of bikes. Race you up and down the canal every night, Burnin' up the ear of every hippy in the world, Basking in the foreman’s glow. Aujourd’hui— I’m getting ready for the summertime again. Aujourd’hui— I’m getting ready for the summertime again. If I had better manners, Then I’d buy two cans of Coke, Find the proper captain to steer this boat. Tryin' to learn the lingo of a new tropical bird With Clay Pigeon on the radio Aujourd’hui— I’m getting ready for the summertime again. Aujourd’hui— I’m getting ready for the summertime again. I’m still changing my mind In a way once thought impossible. And I'm still learning my lines Cos I never heard the curtain call.
5.
You lit a candle wrong, And now two hundred are dead. You sung a soldier’s song, On and on, Like it came out of your head. You only know you’re older when you’re dreaming, That’s why all your friends are leaving town. And all I ever think about is déjà vu, Quand je chante un chanson pour tu, Et tous les morts m’appelle “garçon perdu”. Je pense que je suis bon, mais fou, Mais tout le monde n'est pas d'accord. Why can’t we just walk around in Eden, Like an arcade ride of Last of the Mohicans? Honestly, this love’s a funny feeling, I’m realising I won’t be alone, But all I ever dream about is déjà vu, Quand je chante un chanson pour tu, Et tous les morts m’appelle “garçon perdu”. Je pense que je suis bon, mais fou, Mais tout le monde n'est pas d'accord. Lover’s Lane, Calling out my name. Everything I think about is on display. Locust rain, Putting out my flame. Feel like I’m a hit but I’m a stowaway. Lover’s Lane Calling out my name, Everything I think about is on display. All I ever think about is déjà vu, Quand je chante un chanson pour tu, Et tous les morts m’appelle “garçon perdu”. Je pense que je suis bon, mais fou, Mais tout le monde n'est pas d'accord.
6.
You walked a million miles last week, You don’t know what that is in kilometres. You run an abattoir but don’t eat meat, But that doesn’t alter the fact that I’m under attack As I crash land In south Queensland. Under attack From my own brass band, But someday, I’m gonna be running the show. We’re gonna be totally outta sync And totally outta tune, Until it all comes crashing down, Do-de-do-do… Totally outta sync And totally outta tune, Until it all comes crashing down, Do-de-do-do… Overdosing on Vitamin D, This is where I’m meant to be. Where we can play for keeps, And where I won’t always be under attack From a second hand... By the law of the land... We’re fighting quicksand But someday, we gotta just let it go. And we'll be totally outta sync And totally outta tune, Until it all comes crashing down, Do-de-do-do… Outta sync Outta tune Outta sync and tune! But we’re still totally out of sync And totally out of tune, Well thank god it all came crashing down, Do-de-do-do…
7.
Are you ok? I heard you’re trying to forget your birthday, But the moon always gets the last say. I hope you are ok. Are you ok? You getting ready for another ice age? Or do you just wanna have a nice day? I hope you are ok. You’ve been casting your spell, Turns out I was just passing through hell. Cos I have everything I could ever need Right here and right now. I have everything I could ever need Right here. Are you ok? You bought a first class ticket to Poyais. It'd be a shame to see it going to waste. I hope you are ok. Are you ok?
8.
I woke up sneezing On a winter’s evening, I knew the first of your plants had grown. And now we congress weekly, With a line of tiki Imported in from Ningguo. I get plastic dreams When I’m leaving island time And goin’ home To the way I know. I wanna take it easy Where no one can see me, A foreign actor on a failing show, As you scrub graffiti After your big meeting... Have you tried leaving their art alone? This is an aria To lay out my tropic treaty. An aria, To say, For me... I get plastic dreams When I’m leaving island time And goin’ home To the way I know.
9.
People line up like there's nowhere to hide, We’re still feasting on the remnants of the day. People line up to go into the light, We’re still reading all the feedback from the day. Make me laugh at the timpani. Play me out with indisputably radio tumbleweed, Like Riders on a Storm. While mothers go to war, Collecting crowns for you... Home and away, Home and away, Home and away, Home and away, Home and away. Coronets need a time out, Coronaries take it slow, Castanets keep the time For anyone that wants to know. But if California keeps on burning, I’m no longer sure that I will want to go. The world is still turning But I have stopped learning, Asphyxiated by landlord yellow. We’re not gonna rise up, Though we’d like to Paint our voices for the world to see, For the world to see.
10.
Nudity 03:35
We took a tour 'round the cemetery, Cos even a full length mirror Doesn’t like you to see What you are made of. And as my bones clatter 'round A broken washing machine, It’s getting harder to believe That I was ever a teen, It’s quite a trade off. But we follow the light of the moon... Nudity... somewhere we gotta draw the line. Nudity... helps to know your corpse is alive. Nudity... so where we gonna draw the line? Nudity... sure helps to know your corpse is alive. The more hearts and minds I read, The less I am able to see What I am made of. And most scars are not funny, But I’ve never been so relieved Death is way off. Now I glow in the light of the moon... Nudity... somewhere we gotta draw the line. Nudity... helps to know your corpse is alive. Nudity... so where we gonna draw the line? Nudity... sure helps to know your corpse is alive. I’d never felt an epiphany, But if it was new to you and it was new to me, Then why not? I’d never seen such white teeth, Oh, it was new to you and it was new to me, I’m like a baby.
11.
No Fly Zone 02:48
Why would you break a taboo, And risk cutting short your lifetime, By invading my room? I’ve been cleaning up all night, Trying to keep away the likes of you. So why don’t you leave me alone, Instead of bothering me and my device? Why don’t you leave me alone? You think you’re welcome, But you’d better think twice. Why don’t you leave me alone? [Why don’t you leave him alone?] I’m not gonna fall for your drone. [He’s not gonna fall for your drone] Why don’t you leave me alone? I was having a nice afternoon, 'Til you decided it was lunchtime And my house a greasy spoon. Now I’m dreaming of a world Where I can weave a little web for you. So why don’t you leave me alone, Instead of bothering me and my device? Why don’t you leave me alone? You think you’re welcome, But you’d better think twice. Why don’t you leave me alone? [Why don’t you leave him alone?] I’m not gonna fall for your drone. [He’s not gonna fall for your drone] So why don’t you leave me alone? So why don’t you leave me alone, Instead of bothering me and my device? Why don’t you leave me alone? You think you’re welcome, But you’d better think twice. Why don’t you leave me alone? [Why don’t you leave him alone?] You sound like a fucked Stylophone. [You sound like a fucked Stylophone] So why don’t you leave me alone?
12.
Hire-A-Heart 03:45
You founded a glee club, A chanteuse gave you your name. You coveted my blood, When I bowled a perfect game. My new haircut was keeping the wolves away, So I climbed the garden wall To hear the neighbours say: “He is an old, lonely rebel With no clear appeal. His way of life isn’t ideal.” And I said: "Hire a heart and then maybe you’ll see How to resemble a skeleton key. Hire a heart and then maybe you’ll know How to get up when you’ve nowhere to go." So hire a heart… My aerial map's got a way to put you in your place, While American gods run away with the obstacle race. So can we please do away with the eight hour day? Two young police on their way, Better do what they say. I think we all deserve a medal And a hot meal. This way of life isn’t ideal... Hire a heart and then maybe you’ll see How to resemble a skeleton key. Hire a heart and then maybe you’ll know How to get up when you’ve nowhere to go. So hire a heart…
13.
Don't you know The key to living your life Is just beyond the sea, And just beyond the sand? If we could only find out where it’s hidden, I’d be a wannabe And you’d be my only fan. But that's alright. Take a hike if you wanna psych out the rebels. They would like to see you lie in the nettles. But, the world looked good Until you bit the hand Of a camp marauding band. I’m just a Bible basher trying to get tanned, Don’t wake me when you see land. What is real? I can’t tell anymore. But I can tell that I love you with all of my heart Cos that’s what friends are for. I love you with all of my heart. Hey, that’s what friends are for!

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released June 9, 2023

Written, performed and produced by Bobby Aherne (age 31-34).
Artwork by Bobby Aherne (age 9-10).
Clarinet by Brendan Jenkinson.

Mixed by Brendan Jenkinson.
Mastered by Aidan Foley.

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