A Second Helping

1998

A Second Helping
Another small but surprisingly filling dish from COD. 1998’s “A Second Helping” features wild slide guitar, dark, compelling narrative and introduces multi-instrumentalist and all-round renaissance fish Roshti Von Swordfischer into the swirling mix. Beware those “Two Monkeys” don’t get inside your head but do get your lighters out and sway along to Bob’s excellent “Three Second Memory” (which is all about his deep love for his pet goldfish.) Probably. Oh and two more salvaged from the depths “Crazy Big Moon” a sweet tune with a dark mood and “In Yer face” a slice of unashamed prog which seems to be in a bit of a bate about something or other. Ask Bob.

The Velvet Curtain

May and October 2025

Two Monkeys

One speaks in colours but the other paints it black

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Stop looking so surprised, it's not a Mars attack
It's just two monkeys and they’re fighting on my back
One speaks in colours but the other paints it black
And they confuse me
They confuse with their facts

Bipolar expedition mounting in my mind
And those two monkeys, they are never far behind
I climb the highest peaks but fall into the trough

Then they tell me that I'm lost
Then they tell me that I'm lost
Then they tell me that I'm lost
Then they tell me that I'm lost

Now those two monkeys, they have broken my guitar
I always trust them, but they always go too far
I climb the highest peaks but fall into the trough

Then they tell me that I'm lost
Then they tell me that I'm lost
Two monkeys fighting on my back
Two monkeys fighting on my back

Words And Music by Brine E.C.
Additional Musical Arrangements by COD
© Brine E.C. 1998
℗ COD 1998
All Rights Reserved

Three Second Memory

SMILING LIKE A PREDATOR YOU BLOW YOUR PHEROMONES AROUND THE ROOM

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ALL DRESSED UP IN YOUR SILK PARACHUTE
DESIGNER LABELS AND A BARCODE ON YOUR COLLAR
ONE HAND ON THE BOTTLE AND THE OTHER'S ON THE PHONE
BEHAVING LIKE SOME USELESS MULTICOLOURED PLASTIC TOY

SMILING LIKE A PREDATOR YOU BLOW YOUR PHEROMONES AROUND THE ROOM
SO, MEN BECOME SUB-HUMAN AND THEY FORGET THEIR EARLY WARNINGS
THEY ACT LIKE PAVLOV'S DOGS AT THE MEREST MENTION OF YOUR NAME
DON'T TELL ME YOU CAN LIVE YOUR LIFE LOOKING OUT FROM ARTIFICIAL EYES

YOU DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT THAT WOULD BE A WEAKNESS YOU CAN'T HAVE
EVERYBODY'S STUPID BECAUSE EVERYBODY'S NOT AS GOOD AS YOU
YOU CAN SIMPLY WRITE IT OFF THE BAD THINGS HAPPENING IN THE WORLD ARE NOT YOUR FAULT
SOMETIMES LIFE IS PRECIOUS BUT YOU JUST SEE A BOX OF ROCKS AND STONES

IS THERE ANYTHING YOU DO YOU CARE ABOUT?
I BET YOU DON'T NEED DRUGS TO SLEEP AT NIGHT
IS THERE ANYTHING YOU FEEL THAT LASTS FOR LONG
THREE SECOND MEMORY AND IT'S GONE
THREE SECOND MEMORY AND IT'S GONE
THREE SECOND MEMORY AND IT'S GONE

Words by Bob Marlin
Music by Bob Marlin/COD
© Bob Marlin 1998
℗ COD 1998
All Rights Reserved

Cold Dreams

Your new friends left you in a corridor. Golden hair makes a pattern on the floor

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Down, down, down, to a dirty little room
Some creatures there
Wrapped up warm in their cocoon
The lights are low, sickly-sweet smell in the air
You say hello, but it's not as if you're there
Cold, cold dreams for breakfast baby
You should have been protected baby
But now you've lost your spark
I told you not to park in the war zone,
Cold, cold dreams for breakfast baby
You should have been selective (maybe)
But that was not your style
You were still a child in a sweet shop.
Wait so long hot excitement in your veins
When it comes things will never be the same
But now I think that you might have gone too far
A tube up your nose makes you look just like a star
Cold, cold dreams for breakfast baby
You should have been protected baby
But now you've lost your spark
I told you not to park in the war zone
Cold, cold dreams for breakfast baby
You were such a pretty baby. Now you won't get old
There was no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
(they sold you)
Your new friends left you in a corridor
Golden hair makes a pattern on the floor
Up, up, up, up, and over down and out
Like all bad dreams you are silent as you shout

Colt, cold dreams for breakfast baby
You should have been protected baby
But now you've lost your spark
I told you not to park in the war zone
Cold. cold dreams for breakfast baby
You should have been selective
(maybe)
But that was not your style
You were still a child in a sweet shop
So pretty in your paper gown
Maybe you're sleeping.
No one else can let you down
You were worth keeping
Cold, cold dreams for breakfast baby
You should have been protected baby
But now you've lost your spark
I told you not to park in the war zone
Cold, cold dreams for breakfast baby
You should have been selective
(maybe)
But that was not your style
You were still a child in a sweet shop
Cold, cold dreams for breakfast baby
You were such a pretty baby
Now you won't get old
There was no pot of gold
at the end of the rainbow.
(they sold you)

Crazy Big Moon

Crazy big moon. She hangs like a lamp

In Yer Face

One in the eye for God and country.