This Is Not Your Shape

by Cultural Amnesia

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released December 13, 2015

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Cultural Amnesia UK

Part of the post-punk/industrial tape scene of the 70s and 80s, Cultural Amnesia released three cassette albums and, since the late 90s, have begun recording once again.

All digitally available music can be found here. Biographical information is at the band’s website.
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Track Name: Bone Chapel
I’m going to the bone chapel
I’m the rider of the kings
I’m the king of the bone chapel
I’m the king of the bone chapel
Let’s drive into the deepest sea
let’s drive into the shallowest sea

Words by Max Greenway
Track Name: Product Chunk
Look, yeah
look, hey
see my
see my product chunk
look at it glow
look at it come
my product
my product chunk
hey, hey
it’s so good
it’s so cool
see how it blitters
see how it fits
see how it fits and starts

Look, yeah
look, hey
see my
see my product chunks
listen to the sound
listen to the sound
it’s adorable
it’s invincible
it’s processable
it’s a process
it’s a product
it’s a project
a projection

My product chunks
there’s so many
there’s so many needs
hear the blitter
hear the bracket
hey, yeah
it’s good
it’s cool
it’s new
and it’s stone
Track Name: (let’s all help solve) Gary’s Problem
Gary’s holed up in his bedroom
won’t come out for food or TV
sometimes staring out the window
sometimes lying on the carpet
mum’s been cooking all his favourites
knows it won’t make any difference
as he smells the apple crumble
Gary chants his special words:

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Let’s all help solve Gary’s problem

Gary’s hanging with his mates
down the park and near the swings
there’s not much to do each evening
no one’s got much left to say
Gary slips into the shadows
fumbles for his mobile phone
low on credit, it don’t matter
time enough to speak these words:

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[Chorus]

Gary’s gone to see the specialist
time to have a little chat
Gary keeps his features frozen
no one knows what’s in his head
as the voice drones on and on
Gary eyes some scattered papers
folders, reports and a letter
where he reads familiar words:

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Track Name: Speak The Wet Language
Fronds and starfish
calf-bird of metal and wire
fronds and eye beams of metal
and a calf’s head of hair
cast the load down in front
it might open there

Moist on the beaches
clouds of gold coin
speak the wet language
speak the wet language

The pearl in the shell
how it whirrs like a bearing
lying with a bucket
on your head reclining
sucking lisping
the lolly mountain

[Chorus]

So so so sibilant
sweet filling down the golden twist
so pink the sweet light
the same in as out
and baby in his heaven glue
baby in his heaven glue

[Chorus]
Track Name: Dummyface
If you really want to see the dummyface
come with me
in the light light cave
it’s gonna have nose, mouth, eyes
come and see the dummyface
Track Name: During Their Fit
Caught since far exact
special sit north find
end small should clear
colour river

During their fit during
is one wrote wave
do leave next world
travel turn

Air grow where never
more room care
consider found distant
question coast
Track Name: The Product Chunk Funk
All the stuff I want
all the money I want
all the love I want
but I don’t got
all the sex I want
all the passion I want
all the feeling I want
but I don’t got
all the food I want
all the pudding I want
all the lashings I want
but I don’t got

I want my new product chunk

All the life I want
all the self I want
all the world I want
but I don’t got
all the glamour I want
all the power I want
all the glory I want
but I don’t got
all the brains I want
all the knowledge I want
all the sense I want
but I don’t got

I want my new product chunk

All the story I want
all the music I want
all the cadence I want
but I don’t got
all the groove I want
all the pulse I want
all the current I want
but I don’t got
all the transports I want
all the visions I want
all the beauty I want
but I don’t got

I want my new product chunk

All the light I want
all the sweetness I want
all the spirit I want
but I don’t got
all the lustre I want
all the lather I want
all the salve I want
but I don’t got
all the real I want
all the essence I want
all the being I want
but I don’t got

I want my new product chunk

All the highs I want
all the depths I want
all the access I want
but I don’t got
all the truth I want
all the secrets I want
all the gnosis I want
but I don’t got
all the god I want
all the demon I want
all the heaven I want
but I don’t got

I want my new product chunk

All the richness I want
all the fullness I want
all the thickness I want
but I don’t got
all the lightness I want
all the smoothness I want
all the softness I want
but I don’t got
all the isness I want
all the suchness I want
all the whatness I want
but I don’t got

I want my new product chunk
Track Name: Brand New Day
I remember the day
we went to visit the parliament
we went there in the morning
saw the sun in the atrium
glass and aluminium
people with a sense of purpose
and every new day in that place
felt like a brand new day

I remember the night
when we primed the devices
we drank too much coffee
and we laughed at our mistakes
and early in the morning
we went to the building
and every new day in that place
feels like a brand new day

I remember a time
when location mattered
when the place and the moment
were things to remember
but now there’s no difference
and there’s no memory
and every new day in this place
feels like a brand new day
Track Name: Seasong
For Geoff Rushton

You’re a sailor
little grey boat
Big old waves
shattered in the wake
Leave these islands
into the static blue depart
Into the expanse
your slim bark
One day I will sail away
Track Name: Waiting For The End
Waiting for the end, boys, waiting for the end.
What is there to be or do?
What's become of me or you?
Are we kind or are we true?
Sitting two and two, boys, waiting for the end.

Shall I build a tower, boys, knowing it will rend
Crack upon the hour, boys, waiting for the end?
Shall I pluck a flower, boys, shall I save or spend?
All turns sour, boys, waiting for the end.

Shall I send a wire, boys? Where is there to send?
All are under fire, boys, waiting for the end.
Shall I turn a sire, boys? Shall I choose a friend?
The fat is in the pyre, boys, waiting for the end.

Shall I make it clear, boys, for all to apprehend,
Those that will not hear, boys, waiting for the end,
Knowing it is near, boys, trying to pretend,
Sitting in cold fear, boys, waiting for the end?

Shall we send a cable, boys, accurately penned,
Knowing we are able, boys, waiting for the end,
Via the Tower of Babel, boys? Christ will not ascend.
He's hiding in his stable, boys, waiting for the end.

Shall we blow a bubble, boys, glittering to distend,
Hiding from our trouble, boys, waiting for the end?
When you build on rubble, boys, Nature will append
Double and re-double, boys, waiting for the end.

Shall we make a tale, boys, that things are sure to mend,
Playing bluff and hale, boys, waiting for the end?
It will be born stale, boys, stinking to offend,
Dying ere it fail, boys, waiting for the end.

Shall we go all wild, boys, waste and make them lend,
Playing at the child, boys, waiting for the end?
It has all been filed, boys, history has a trend,
Each of us enisled, boys, waiting for the end.

What was said by Marx, boys, what did he perpend?
No good being sparks, boys, waiting for the end.
Treason of the clerks, boys, curtains that descend,
Lights becoming darks, boys, waiting for the end.

Waiting for the end, boys, waiting for the end.
Not a chance of blend, boys, things have got to tend.
Think of those who vend, boys, think of how we wend,
Waiting for the end, boys, waiting for the end.

‘Waiting for the End’ (‘Just a Smack at Auden’) © Estate of William Empson, by kind permission of the Curtis Brown Group Limited.