Tiny Pockets

by We Are Goose

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Tiny Pockets is a selection of demo recordings we've put together for you guys to enjoy. It is also free - so go wild!

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released January 8, 2011

All songs written and performed by We Are Goose.

Thanks to Hanna Cesek and Phily K for female vocals
Thanks to Pete Hughes for Keys and Squeezes
Thanks to Dan Martin for Kicks and Stops and Claps
Thanks to Karrie and Jon for the kicks up the arse

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We Are Goose UK

Timothy Goose has been pestering Richard for years and years but We Are Goose have been around since about 2011 - they've performed about amorous insects, viscous mimes and spent a good year singing about real life 18th Century Surgeons.

They've been described as:
"The Future of Education" (west-end wilma)
"Delightful Comedy" (Chortle)
and "Frankly Bizzarre" (This is cabaret)
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Track Name: The Complete Works of Shakespeare
They say, with an infinite number of monkey,
Typewriters and infinite years.
Statistically they'd become writers
Of the complete works of Shakespeare.

So I liberated 15 monkeys
From a cage inside Bristol Zoo
I used honey smeared on bananas
and I lured them to my guest bedroom

And I searched and I searched online
But couldn't find anywhere that sells
An infinite number of typewriters
I bought 12.

I guess I'm going beyond what you'd ever have guessed yeah
When you asked me for a grand romantic gesture

HEAR ME NOW

I wanna come to your house with a bit of typed paper
The proud ringmaster of a trained primate yeah
It aint easy this bold little caper
The house is a mess and they're shitting on the paper

Hey! Babe! I got you a sonnet
I got a typewriter and I put a monkey on it
You say I'm not involved, don't get me wrong
Monkey wrote the sonnet, I wrote the song

The songs an extra feature, like a making of
It describes his love and what he puts it above
Above hygiene
Above sanity
Above a basic sense of legality
Above finance
Above going to prison
Above understanding examples described as aphorism.

I put the monkeys in the room and hope for tippy tappy tippy tappy
Feed the monkey food and change their shitty nappy shitty nappy
I'm doing this for you. For my love of the ladies
Shit, I been bit, hope I aint got rabies
Track Name: Millie
We'd been flirting for a while
Exchanging gazes with coquettish smiles
It was all quite demure - didn't get out of hand at all

Till later when we were in the throws of passion
You opened your mouth in a peculiar fashion
And that was when I saw your mandibles

Millie. Oh Millie. Oh really. Don't leave me alone
Please stay in my home
I'll be your drone if you'll be my queen.
Millie. Oh Millie. Oh really. Oh you truly are
The prettiest part female
Part insect hybrid I ever have seen

We can keep the mood romantic
You make the wax, I'll bring the wick
And candle light, brings out the facets of your eyes

I said I loved you and baby I meant it
I'm crazy 'bout the way your body's segmented
The excitement stays far longer than the initial surprise.

Millie. Oh Millie. Oh really. Don't leave me alone
Please stay in my home
I'll be your drone if you'll be my queen.
Millie. Oh Millie. Oh really. Oh you truly are
The prettiest part female
Part insect hybrid I ever have seen

Each moment we spend in this perfect heaven
Makes me miss my other 10,057 men
Can't stay clandestine you must tell your wife
One of these days you'll have to leave to join my hive
And you will start a brand new life with me

Millie. Oh Millie. Oh really. Don't leave me alone
Please stay in my home
I'll be your drone if you'll be my queen.
Millie. Oh Millie. Oh really. Oh you truly are
The prettiest part female
Part insect hybrid I ever have seen
Track Name: The Terror of Paris
He walks through the shadows of Montmartre in the night.
His eyes show the darkness his face hides, painted white.
He stalks through the courtyards with the young and the bright
The drunk absinthe drinkers which he plucks from the night

I once stopped to ask him if he had the time
But he couldn't reply 'coz he was a mime
Stead he took my hand and led me
To his hide out.
Reached a marble alter in an alleyway
Where he tied me tighter than a galley slave
With an onyx dagger which he raised
He ripped my soul out

Oh! Marcel Marceau!
Please Let me go!
Please don't make me dance in silence

I always thought that I would be
In charge of my destiny
Now it seems there's someone else
Who calls the shots for me

Now I'm not living I'm not dead
Silent music fills my head
A sombre and immortal clown now controls the way I tread

It seems he pledged a demon
A fresh supply of souls
In return for the freedom of the torture of hot coals
So now he makes us jesters so one day he can leave
In agonising silence we dance for his reprieve
We can't talk or stop moving, we're tortured and aggrieved

Oh! Marcel Marceau!
Please Let me go!
Please don't make me dance in silence
Track Name: Carlos
Carlos was a man from Spain
Feared across the Spanish main
For acts which collectively
Were often termed as piracy

He had a pistol and a rapier
Which he'd use to separate your
Soul from your mortal parts
His golden hook would pierce your heart

His sails were blood red burgundy
He blazed his way across the sea
He left his victims burning
Tied to sharks or whales or worse... or worse

His nemesis was naturally
The British aristocracy
Who brought their laws unto his home
And tried to stop the life he'd honed

He left his house in Benidorm
They'd built a golf course on his lawn
And tanned themselves upon the sand
He'd fought and killed and lost his hand.

His sails were blood red burgundy
He blazed his way across the sea
He'll board your yacht and flout your rules
And steal your liquor and your jewels

Kicked out of his area he went to Somalia
But that was when it all hit home this world was not his own at all

They smuggled drugs and guns and girls
There were no diamonds were no pearls
There was no sense of dignity
There was no sense of honesty
There was no time for wenching floozies
Drenched in blood and waving uzis.
He remembered his time on the waters
Kidnapping governor's daughters
Captain of a pirate fleet
Honour bound to those he meet
Following the pirates code
This world was different from his own

Of Pirates he had read in books
Romanticised with gold and hooks

His sails were blood red burgundy
He blazed his way across the sea
The last hope and defender
Of the pirates he remembers