Rafflesia Dreams

by Jonathan Tarplee

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An experimental, lo-fi album made on free-to-download software and recorded through 1 mic. Recorded and put together on Jonathan's narrowboat home. Plus a few session and live tracks, as stated.

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released March 20, 2017

Many thanks to Bradosanz on the looperman website for the drum loops on 'Watch Out! (or I'll stick you in my poem)', 'Hidden Shallows' and 'Outcasts Have X-Ray Eyes'.
I am also indebted to Tim Lee for his consultation and encouragement after sending him a copy of 'Where the Golden Cornfield Light is Grown', my very first attempt at home recording, just to check it wasn't a completely insane idea. If it is, then Tim is also partly to blame!
Thanks also to Jason Louth for allowing use of 'Spring Will Come (when this flower opens)' which we co-wrote and for which Jase programmed drums and played both bass and rhythm guitar, and to the mult-disciplinary artist Mark Sheeky, who re-mixed 'Where the Golden Cornfield Light is Grown' to create 'Dreams of Golden Cornfield Light' for his radio show, a track which also resides here as a bonus download.
Thanks too, to my best buddies in The Blue Yellows; Em, Simon, Dave & former BY Hayley for use of 'Where the Sky Meets the Sea' and to Tim Lee once again for recording and mixing this track.
Peace and Health X.

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Jonathan Tarplee Tarvin, UK

This will get in your head!" BBC Introducing. "Passionate, humorous, communal sounding expressions.. engaging", Oliver Arditi. "Immense output & brilliance", The Situation. "Powerful voice", Here Comes The Flood. "Beautifully crafted songs with bite and edge", Mind, Body & Boogie festival. "Fine, powerful & melodic guitar", F. Scott Corrigan. "Powerful lyrics, absorbing melodies", Nigel Stonier. ... more

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Track Name: Where the Golden Cornfield Light is Grown
Where the Golden Cornfield Light is Grown.

I want you to see yourself, blaze a trail through Orion's belt
I want you to know your own, where the golden cornfield light is grown

Oh I know that feeling well, where the Earth is baked in that summer swell,
Oh I want to meet you there, where memories make in the scented air.

I just want to stop myself, from falling down into the empty well
Where the skyline cannot be felt
I've been there before, where the blow was dealt

Oh I know that feeling well, where the Earth is baked in that summer swell,
Oh I want to meet you there, where memories make in the scented air.

© Jonathan Tarplee 2016
Track Name: Watch Out! (or I'll stick you in my poem)
Oo la laa well I'll never get too far
But I'd say something crass, about the writing on the wall,
'cos the poems in my heart are not worth reading at all,
but if you could see my soul, my love shinning gold..

The poem writes the song which sings the story in my heart.

Watch out, or i'll stick you in my poem!
Watch out, or i'll stick you in my poem!
Watch out, or i'll stick you in my poem!
The poem writes the song which sings the story in my heart.

I'd search the internet, to find that Dylan song,'cps the tune that's in my head is bound to come out wrong.
I hope when you look at me, you see through my idiocy,
the poem writes the song which sings the story in my heart.

Watch out, or i'll stick you in my poem!
Watch out, or i'll stick you in my poem!
Watch out, or i'll stick you in my poem!
The poem writes the song which sings the story in my heart.

I know that you think, I'm a wise and traveled man, but inside I'm still a teenager, lost without a plan,
if you gave me a map, I'd lose it where I'm sat,
'cos the poem writes the song which sings the story in my heart.

I try to keep that map, find my way, to the treasure trove,
shore of plenty.
You're a goddess, better off without me,
The poem writes the song which sings the story in my heart.

Watch out, or i'll stick you in my poem!
Watch out, or i'll stick you in my poem!
Watch out, or i'll stick you in my poem!
The poem writes the song which sings the story in my heart.

Watch out, or i'll stick you in my poem!
Watch out, or i'll stick you in my poem!
Watch out, or i'll stick you in my poem!
The poem writes the song which sings the story in my heart.
Track Name: Jonathan Tarplee and Jason Louth - Spring Will Come (when this flower opens)
Well love is like a flower like the deep blue sea,
flowing and emoting and I hope you agree?
A pretty girl with a pretty good idea what you wanted from that scene.

And I never knew, how hot the winter could be, oh no.

To our hearts we listened, and blissful was our kissing,
Spring will come when this flower opens,
and Spring will come when this flower opens.

Well love is like a power, like a big tormented power of a-wanting, true-touch,
dreaming of the future.

And I never knew how hot the winter could be.

Love is like a power, like a tower of pain,
praying for the sun when there's nothing but rain.

Spring will come when this flower opens,
Spring will come when this flower opens,
Spring will come when this flower opens,
and Spring will come when this flower opens.
When this flower opens,
When this flower opens,
When this flower opens.

@Jonathan Tarplee and Jason Louth.
Track Name: The Animals are Revolting
The animals are revolting, a butterfly sings with placard-painted wings, against the violence.
Good hearts impede authority, the message sends to start off the stampede, from the centipede.
Oh I can't fathom why you wage famine on the animals, on the animals
Oh I don't know why you wage war on the animals, on the animals.
Grasshopper protest symphonies, gossamer wings, drop to your scientific knees, in rhapsody.
The boys of blue seem out of reach, till the king and queen are arrested by the sight, of the copper beech
If nature's just your pleasure for your Sunday bestest uniform, be warned. Be warned.
For she can wage a war on you, you can be unglued on behalf for, for the animals,
On behalf for, for the animals,
On behalf for,
For the animals.
Oh I can't fathom why you wage famine on the animals, on the animals
Oh I don't know why you wage war on the animals, on the animals.
Track Name: The Day I Die (live)
The Day I Die.

If you ever walk the line, between the Devil and the waves,
You never care to much for what anybody says
In the shadows of the corner,
There hides a whispered prayer,
A promisette, in silhouette,
A note spun on the air.

My fall from grace was replaced, by a feeling shaped in stone,
an empty bottle on the shelf and a song to hear alone.
When your heart has emptied of all tears and there's nowhere left to hide,
you're like a carcass washed up to the shore,
a soul lost on the tide.

This is the day that I die,
This is the day that I die,
This is the day that I die for you, for you.

Well I sing a lonely tune and I play a lonely note,
I tried to read in between the lines that you wrote.
Well I caught the heat in silver, and I got burned by the flame,
and I've seen enough that's good enough to drive a soul insane.

This is the day that I die,
This is the day that I die,
This is the day that I die for you, for you.

© Jonathan Tarplee
Track Name: The Blue Yellows - Where the Sky Meets the Sea (The Blue Yellows)
Under the setting sun, a white horse walks to a tree,
all the browns they turn to black,
all the mosses glow free.

I want you, I need you, with me, so follow,
from the fireside, to where the sky meets the sea, oh yeah.

Along the railroad track, or where it used to be,
I sense a gypsy caravan, under the rain-bowed leaves.

I want you, I need you, with me, so follow,
from the fireside, to where the sky meets the sea, oh yeah.

Come on woman, come. Come on, follow me.
Dreamy as a cloud, stormy as the sea.

I want you, I need you, with me, so follow
from the fireside, to where the sky meets the sea, oh yeah.

Under the setting sun, a white horse walks to the tree,
all the browns they turn to black,
all the mosses glow free.
Track Name: Venus Vesuvius
We're a cross section of British society, some of us are high, some have got sobriety,
some of us are criminals, all of us are fools,
the amphibians are rolling to the breeding pools.

When a boy dances, he's a pretender, he'll try to defend her, try to ascend her.
When a girl dances, she's a Venus Vesuvius, she'll try to romance it,
she's on fire, she's a cat, she's an acrobat.

We are faster than the masters of the acts of happiness,
My eyes surprised she's a salamanderlicious,
Sliding 'cross the room like cold, thin ice,
but hotter than a heatwave and twice as nice.

When a boy dances, he's a pretender, he'll try to defend her, try to ascend her.
When a girl dances, she's a Venus Vesuvius, she'll try to romance it,
she's on fire, she's a cat, she's an acrobat.

When a boy dances, he's a pretender, he'll try to defend her, try to ascend her.
When a girl dances, she's a Venus Vesuvius, she'll try to romance it,
she's on fire, she's a cat, she's an acrobat.
When a boy dances, he's a pretender, he'll try to defend her, try to ascend her.
When a girl dances, she's a Venus Vesuvius, she'll try to romance it,
she's on fire, she's a cat, she's an acrobat.

But he, he's a pretender, he'll try to defend her, try to ascend her...
Track Name: Hidden Shallows
Hidden Shallows
Lyrics;

I like the sound of your conversation
I like the cut of your jib and the way she sails
Bit then you look at me, with those big, dark eyes.
and then thoughts that I have, we'll soon pass gold, to paradise.

'Cos I've got hidden shallows, you know I sing with the lonely sparrows
and I make it up along as I go
'Cos I've got hidden shallows

I like the colour of your ethos and your politic
As we share the Sunday papers, and critisise the rich and the slick
But then I watch as you walk right across the room
I need to know, your attitude, do we grove to the same tune?

'Cos I've got hidden shallows, you know I sing with the lonely sparrows
and I make it up along as I go
'Cos I've got hidden shallows

We talk about the new world frisson
and the tastes which displace the postmodern condition
Then I thought I caught a look in your eye
Was it my imagination, or will you fly
Away, away?


'Cos I've got hidden shallows, you know I sing with the lonely sparrows
and I make it up along as I go
'Cos I've got hidden shallows


'Cos I've got hidden shallows, you know I sing with the lonely sparrows
and I make it up along as I go
'Cos I've got hidden shallows
Track Name: Just Us Chickens
Just us chickens, under a great big Cheshire sky,
just us chickens, no need to wonder why.
When it's a shinning golden day, the butcher's hands are far away,
say,
It's just us chickens, just us chickens you and I.

Just us chickens, our eggs could be sons or daughters, all together,
at the bottom of the pecking order.
When the day's perfectly sussed, and your bathing in the dust,
it's just,
... us chickens, just us chickens you and I.
Track Name: Outcasts Have X-Ray Eyes
New York, London, Paris, Milan, Rio, Venezuela, Madrid, Jerusalem.

Washington DC, Crewe, Shrewsbury or Shrowsbury, Aberystwyth and Connah's Quay,
Floating on the Trent and Mersey.

I've seen you everywhere, reflected in tapestries,
I've seen you on the beach,
and on reality TV,
It's a car-crash world, suicidity.

Come to the club at the edge of the cliff and party 'til the end o time,
Outcasts have X-ray eyes.
Come to the club at the edge of the cliff and party 'til the end o time,
Outcasts have X-ray eyes.

JG Ballard, Jay Griffiths, Charlie Chaplin, Carl Sagan, Adolf Hitler, Maggie Thatcher,
Ronald and his Ray Gun.

Changed the World, for better or for worse,
Some gave gifts, or cancer and a curse.

Now's the time to decide if the future's worth saving.

It's a plane crash world, suicidity,
Fueled by fossils, the damage is colossal,
Nothing to chain but our losses.

Come to the club at the edge of the cliff and party 'til the end o time,
Outcasts have X-ray eyes.
Come to the club at the edge of the cliff and party 'til the end o time,
Outcasts have X-ray eyes.

Middle-class book clubs,
High-rent wage-slugs,
Docudrama,
Factory farmer,
Nothing but desert in the panarama.

Come to the club at the edge of the cliff and party 'til the end o time,
Outcasts have X-ray eyes.
Come to the club at the edge of the cliff and party 'til the end o time,
Outcasts have X-ray eyes.
Come to the club at the edge of the cliff and party 'til the end o time,
Outcasts have X-ray eyes.
Come to the club at the edge of the cliff and party 'til the end o time,
Outcasts have X-ray eyes.

@Jonathan Tarplee