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Everything / Everything

by Simon Bookish

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The Flood 04:03
(Leo sings / Alice sings) Do not be afraid of the flood ...be aware We have built a promontory to save you ...gather there Every civilization knows it ...make a list Myriad mythologies ...on a disc The tide sweeps up below you ...far below A deluge of all known facts and figures ...ebb and flow Come to wash away Babylon ...purify Accretive information systems ...multiply You'd be wrong to be afraid of the flood ...incorrect The wave brings only enlightenment ...intellect Humankind's last chance to ...edify Join hands or drown ...standing by ...the flood ...the flood If you can swim Then you're safe from the flood If you can think Then you're free from superstition Medea informs Now you can sow the dragon's teeth This is not the end ...or eschatology
I'm moved It's more than a change of address: this town is sinking slowly I've moved and you've moved too (It's) neither tectonic plates, nor the pull of the moon It's cruel You must swim the sea Because you can't use the plane to come here to see me You'll need goose fat and goggles Who built this dumb terminal? We've moved Like a slide down smooth into a mess of our own making Is it true? We shouldn't second guess I've moved And you've moved through From being tiny, careless consumer To something serious... ...men and women sinking slowly...
A portrait of the artist as a fountain Riding off into the sunset alone Checks his ears, nose and eyes as he travels He's a cowboy, he's the cowboy now A portrait of the artist as a fountain Wishes farewell to the clowns on the way And he says, "run from fear, fun from rear" That's what he'll say, that's what he'll say to them
Carbon 03:11
Spaceship Earth is buried under a thick, black dust Buckminster Fuller, let me shake you by the hand, I must Quick, sketch the scene in charcoal We're nearly done (done in) Grind out a diamond before the sun goes supernova Young man, you amaze me... architect, visionary Young man, you amaze me... eat me, eat me, eat me Young man, you amaze me... show me your sweet DNA Crystalline debris... show me Lake Michigan exhibits a meniscus of petrol Stare into the sun Blinded by the spectral Grasp hold the diamond Sketch in graphite pencils Print 10,000 copies Use Xerox, use stencils Young man, you amaze me... engineer, poet Young man, you amaze me... clothe me, kill me Young man, you amaze me... show me your sweet DNA Observing this C60... show me
Victorinox 04:05
See the place on the map A circle in black de-marking the place which we will attack Set fire to the sails, set forth on the sea See the place on the map, Valhalla in black The place where you live is under attack Gather food, change the locks Choose your tools... victorinox Better beware the groundswell Better beware the hard sell What did you hear? a death knell Step on up Kiss farewell to probity, for enmity Use sophistry or fallacy Ban the mail Suppress the press If you can, ban telepathy Senate House pretends to be the ministry of love Throw rocks or breeze blocks You're out-foxed... victorinox Try to ignore the ear pound Try to ignore the drum sound Try to ignore the pitch of the floor Never mind what's next door Use chemicals Unleash wild animals Use phosphorus Wreck.. wreck the Hesperus Monstrous animosity Rhinoceros of animus And all because hope's lost to us Burn the box... victorinox
ll Trionfo del tempo e del disinganno Ridley Road Damask, Ghanaian rainbow Ackee and plaintain still breathing, green Carpet of cabbage precipitates Stab your nemesis in broad daylight Crucifix of chicken Nipple-pink fish in fire and ice Muscular, carnal snails loitering illegally Beauty, pleasure, truth and time Ridley Road
Synchrotron 05:16
Can you see Sirius? Do you know her luminosity? Can you read the stars? (Though this is not astrology) Do you know if you're alive or dead or asleep or awake? Could you tell at all? The only journey that I professed to know Was catalogues and indices Some queer, bookish Ulysses Can you build the atom? Particle by particle? Can you hear the stars? And the music of the spheres? Can you feed the entire population? Every boy, every girl? Could you supply them all? You thought you'd found the answer to everything Turns out you were wrong Assumed you weren't the idiot, but omniscient But you didn't build the synchrotron Can you see? Can you read? Can you think? Can you build? How insignificant you are!
How are you going to look? What you going to do when you're older? Will you feel more special than anybody else? Who are you going to love when the earth spins colder? Will I regret the books I never read? Formalised Music? ...awake... When will I have plastic surgery? (you need it) Can you recall your greatest mistake to date? What drugs will we be on and for how long? How many hours will we have wasted together? Will the future crash in in the next five minutes? And if it does, will we be burning or frozen? Step into the sky, let me show you an orphan All the oil drained away and there's a crack in Larsen C Ada Lovelace, unveil the computer (in 1853) Luna fell out of her orbit at her apogee And the Gulf Stream fades away, no apology Step into the sky, let me show you an orphan
The Alsatian dog walks past Adam and Eve The Alsatian dog find it hard to believe... ...that the lead is long and life's so long The Alsatian dog has been dreaming of Mumbai He reckons he'd look swell all lit up on the silver screen A juggernaut crashes into the lexicon A juggernaut crashes into a bungalow too And he says... "You can't define me Try as you might to pin me down If I loose my tongue for some reason I'll still be spoken all over town" "I'm going to give you some offspring That's what I'm going to do But don't you dare think for one minute That they'll look like me, or sound like you" ...and the lead is long and life's so long What does he eat? Dog food or oyster sauce Millefeuille off the kitchen floor Plastic or kerosene Toast, jam, margarine Rare breeds or poppy seeds A peace pipe found amongst the weeds No time for the Saxon beast What does he eat? The French meats: Venison, beef, pork, venison Beef, pork, venison, beef Pork, venison, beef, pork What does he use? A knife, a fork and language
Some people in this town where I live... ...are just psychopaths ...are just dull ...have got a photograph, with holes where the eyes were ...have got a plastic bag inside a plastic bag I want to know Which one am I? It's not that I don't understand It's just I can't decide I need to know Which one am I? And should I turn on my TV set? Some people in this town where I live... ...have got some multicoloured stationery ...get hell-fire death-threats through the post more than most ...have got 4-wheel drive on the windmills of their mind ...just watch the cathode ray I need a new sense of humour And someone who can pick me up Not drag me down Some people can break your heart Some people can rot your skin
Colophon 03:39
Bede in his scriptorium.... A ligature A telescope The bathyscaphe descends five miles down One tear from each of his eyes smears history One page left to write he'll never witness One page to write before the frozen dawn If I die tommorrow What difference the type I used? What if these pages turn to dirt? What are these words? What are these words? New books, as yet unwritten, let them say, "All struggle now forgotten Don't you see this window of time to program... ...AMNESTY" It's not too late to re-write history Not too late to save ourselves Not too late to pull this species Above, beyond, above, beyond and home


Originally released in 2008. An unpredictable and dramatic "big band song cycle about science and information", Everything/Everything does away with the digital synthesizers and processing of previous Simon Bookish albums to focus on live instruments.

Scored for an ensemble dominated by saxophones, brass, antiphonal pianos, harp and Farfisa organ, it features luminaries from both the jazz and experimental classical music scenes.

While the most pop-oriented Simon Bookish release to date, Everything/Everything, as its name suggests, also finds room for moments of racing Philip Glass minimalism, disjointed disco, expressionist cabaret, and even a lush ambient interlude.

Lyrically, the album's concept is "the flood of information" in our modern age, taking in chemistry and ecology, language and art, delivered in Bookish's distinctive English-eccentric vocal.


released October 1, 2008

Written, arranged and produced by Leo Chadburn

Performed by:

Leo Chadburn (vocals, piano, miscellaneous)
Alice Grant (vocals)
Michaela Stapleton (soprano/alto saxes)
Jim Slade (soprano/alto/tenor saxes)
Glyn Hill (tenor sax)
Tamar Osborn (baritone sax)
Jonathan Morcombe (french horn)
Dan Newell (trumpet)
Joe Bentley (trombone)
Tom Haines (drums, percussion)
Chris Branch (farfisa, moog)
Serafina Steer (harp)
Chris Morphitis (electric guitar)
Tom Herbert (bass guitar)
Max de Wardener (double bass, bass guitar)

Mixed by Chris Branch
Mastered by Matthew Denny at Masterblaster
Art direction by Anthony Stephinson
Photography by Amarpaul Kalirai
Design/layout by Jan Lankisch


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Leo Chadburn / Simon Bookish London, UK

Leo Chadburn (London, UK) AKA Simon Bookish is a composer of experimental and 'avant-pop' music, vocalist and writer. His unpredictable work includes music for classical ensembles, dramatic solo performances that merge his voice with electronic music, and music for film and installation art. It has been broadcast on BBC Radio 1, 3 and 6 Music, Resonance FM and internationally. ... more

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