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Nice Enough To​.​.​. Join In?

by Twelfth Night - Friends and Family

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We Are Sane i) Te Dium In upstairs rooms the meals are eaten The cars in the garage ready to go-go Disco baby shed no tear hot light overhead shaking meat meet Ho ho weekend, ha ha party, moo moo sacred cow The White House some days on the lawn Well kept pedigree snap over bones Surplus requirements appetite angel going down ii) We Are Sane Meanwhile below endless reports flop into the in-trays, in-trays Meanwhile below endless reports flop into the in-trays She stares out of her window, her will is still in bed She has no memory of herself for care has drained her head The poster on the billboard says she should paint her lips Like the smiles on the TV people File # 1 “If the thought processes of an individual can be permanently limited to the point of strict conformity to an outside source of thought, the said individual need no longer be considered as such. The enforcement of order becomes possible for anybody with enough power to control what is projected. See? It’s all quite simple…“ “Mary!” This woman’s place is in a home, society has judged She does not fit official standards and they cannot be budged There’s something in her eyes that says The struggle’s gone too deep And there’s no comfort in the thought of Watching acolytes of doubt try hard to fight their problems out Excess profit has the clout to spread the message We are sane! Not insane! She reads about a will to power in papers full of lies She hears that every time she breathes Some foreign kiddy dies She’s convinced it’s her fault, she’s tortured by the strain As words of judgement pour out of the Mouths of those who make their mark By keeping people in the dark Those who bite worse than they bark are loudly shouting We are sane! Not insane! And the chorus says – “It’s all quite normal…” And the chorus says – “It’s all quite normal…” And the choruses… Are happy as they know no different way Except what they’ve been told today Accepting their limited ‘truth’ and blankly humming We are sane! But we are not to blame, we must protect the claim iii) Dictator’s Excuse Me Praise those who hold power, they shall save the last hour Using sacred science they can stamp out defiance “It’s all quite normal…” File # 2.”Technician, we want you to build a component For each of our workers, to be with them always, At all time watch closely, so we can keep track of Their actions, their interests, their morals, their time out. Some musak to maim them, some fear to contain them. Policy will judge them, brute forces degrade them. Practical behaviour, the cleanser, the saviour. A private vocation has no sense of nation. The maintenance of power can be so fulfilling, Just as long as all the slaves are willing. So this is an order, we must curb thought disorder With a miniature transmitter, we can Pavlov the litter And train it to do what we tell it, state surgeon, the seed plant Thought soon get a new slant. So tiny a dogma, idea turn to quagmire, Thrum-humming transistor, a brain-wave insistor, Closed circuit hypnosis, an inbuilt psychosis, Not one self expression, deliberate supression. A cycle to squeeze out, anyone who we doubt Will must be pliable to be reliable“ Tuned into the media system, picture getting hard to see How did you end up as a prisoner When you were supposed to be free? Oh, wouldn’t you like to know? Lebensraum for megalomania Endless song with one refrain All eyes fixed upon the conductor Baton taps inside the brain…
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Caesars dancing on the brink Hate the poor because they stink Kalashnikovs the mullah’s clutch Killing hands regain their touch Ignorance and idol fear States of sin the sick revere Despair driven from the rear Hunters hunt the hunted Glibly stating that it’s all For God’s sake Both sides in war for blessings pray Scatter refugees from fields of play Financial farmers planting bombs Crops of death to prove a pointless point Catholic killers rant and rage Provo marxmen come of age Troubles conscience turning page Dredging obscure scripture That might justify more murder For God’s sake Haunted eyes in bloated skin Napalm babies weeping waifs of war Children always suffer most Innocents exploded into toast All of us in some way kill Unless we trust in Heaven’s will The only victory we need The three nails Our Lord buried Namely Pride, Death and Greed For God’s sake
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Life and death are fought out on a screen Words and pictures jostle there But are not clearly seen Selfishness and greed like driven rain Soak into the pilgrim soul Prepared to feel pain Down here… Samples of the merchandise displayed The killer’s tools the toys for fools The thugs love to parade Expenses in this business world are high The average plan takes what it can The rest must do or die Down here… Time and time again we’re torn Between the world we’re longing for And the one in which we’re born Oh Lord can’t you magic it alright? Is there no answer? “…You say your love stands until the weather breaks On the other side of the storm You say it’s mercy that hold judgment back That love prefers reform All the promises you make Are met in the bread we break It’s a cross-road onto which your shadow falls Your love’s not cheap at all… You say we see you in the Servant Kind In whose sufferings we are healed You say we need turn around and see The love we seek revealed If we’ll lower the shield of lies If we’ll drop all our disguise You have shed forgiveness Life-blood for us all Your love’s not cheap at all Desire to share must proclaim what is missed The promise of Your full embrace For all who had You kissed However often this worlds lies are told The power of Your promises still holds They make bold They comfort and empower us Where garbage sells as gold Down here…
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This is a sampler album, designed to introduce you to various tunes that you may not yet have discovered. Hopefully you will love every one, but in any case we hope it will interest you enough to investigate the parent album further.

The title, as those of you of a certain age may realise, is a conflation of the titles of the first two Island sampler LPs released in 1969... These albums introduced me to a number of artists whose music has stayed with me ever since... Brian Devoil July 2020

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released July 2, 2020

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Compiled by Brian Devoil and Mark Hughes.
Cover painting by Geoff Mann. Photographed by Mariella Devoil.

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Twelfth Night are an English progressive rock band of the 1980s, reformed between 2007 and 2012 and again in 2014.

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