The Cod Album

Here at the residents meeting it’s dogs and green Wellingtons
Raising their concerns about the council’s plans
We’re not having urban spillage not in our village
There’s already Pikeys down on Yasgur’s farm

Down the pub we just don’t care 
Andy’s pissed and, on the chair,
Gets his knob out for a laugh
Kylie takes a photograph

Behind a curtain twitching
Anonymously snitching 
Up her next-door neighbour to the DWP
‘Cos he’s a soap shy scrounger 
On drugs and benefits
Who slaps his wife around and makes the children cry
       
Up the hill we just don’t care 
G and T and rooms to spare 
Take the Bentley for a drive
But not across the great social divide

Here in old England’s dreaming, we spitfire at barbeques
No euro prats from Brussels tell us what to do
Remember to keep your chins up, let the peasants’ skin up        
Never in the field of human greed has (pause)
so much been owned by so very few
       
Down the pub we just don’t care
Kylies pissed and, on the chair,
Gets her arse out for a laugh
Andy takes a photograph

Words by Brine E.C.
Music by Brine E.C./COD
© Brine E.C. 2014. 
℗ COD 2014 
All Rights Reserved 
 

Only got here yesterday can't say I'm impressed
Lucky that I've been sent down to help you sort this mess 
But fella spare your questionnaire
I'll tell ya what I think
You guys need a business plan
A vision that will stick

Chorus
Listen up
Listen up 
I researched you as I do all of my clientele
You were barred from Heaven's gates
So you raised some hell
That Fallen Angel story's good
But times move on and so you should 
You should, you should, you should, you should, you should

Chorus
Listen Up Beelzebub
Listen Up Beelzebub

Wake up and smell the sulphur guys it's time to reassess 
You really have to modernise, we sinners want the best 
Change your focus, please be wise, you've nothing here to sell
Turn these racks to merchandise 
We must re-brand this hell
Chorus
Listen up
Listen up

The truth is that the world these days has robbed you of your tricks
Children shooting children down?
Daily apocalypse
So move into the leisure line
Where punters pay for private pain you missed the value added gain

So, listen up Bay el zee bub listen now and listen good. 
I Hope your team have understood. 
Now that we've made our hell on Earth, your stock is down what are
you worth? 
For 666 call 999 your numbers up job on the line. 
So, alchemise and redesign

Chorus/Coda
Listen up (to what I say)
Listen up (monochrome and mute) 
Listen up (Satan change your suit)
Listen up (Lord of the Flies)
Listen up (don't drop the prize)
Listen up ('cos time is money)
Listen up (flies stick to honey)
Listen up (Azazael)
Listen up (change clientele)
Listen up (get back to school)
Listen up (Hell could be so cool)
Listen up (it's not too late)
Listen up (transubstantiate)
Listen up (it's time for change)
Listen up (its preordained)
Listen up (Beelzebub) 
Listen up (Beelzebub)
Listen up

Words J, Woodward/ Brine E.C 
Music Brine E.C./COD
© J. Woodward/ Brine E.C. 2016.  
℗ COD. 2017.  
All Rights Reserved

The last of the rock stars          
plays a white Strat. 
And he covers up his bald patch with a hat 
Leather Hat      

You know he’s got a reputation. 
He’s an axe man old school     
In his head he’s in a stadium not a hall 
Village hall

Although his trousers are a little tight and his ponytail is going white
He still likes to wear his shades at night          
Rock Star tonight

Now he puts on his guitar face   
Got his foot on the stack 
Staring down the sea of boredom 
Staring back
Chewing fat 
You know he’ll never be a has been, 
‘Cos he never has been 
Except in his imagination and his dreams
Ever dreams
        
But when he says 1-2 into the mic and he asks us if we feel alright
Are we gonna rock n roll tonight?
Well, I just might
Rock Tonight
   
After I’m gone, they’ll discover my songs 
History re-writ there’ll be hit after hit
The laughing will stop I’ll return from the grave          
I’ll be up there with God, Hendrix, Townsend and Page
The last of the rock stars

The last of the rock stars          
Plays a white Strat. And he covers up his bald patch with a hat       
Leather Hat          
           
You know he’s gonna be a star tonight
When he gets down to the open mic
He’s gonna tell us all about his life                    
Rock Star tonight, It’s alright     
Although his bellies got an overbite  
And his ponytail is going white                         
You know he’s never gonna quit the fight (pause)
Rock star tonight (riff till fade)

Words by Brine E.C.
Music by Brine E.C./COD
© Brine E.C. 2018 
℗ COD 2018 
All Rights Reserved

Long, long time ago,
Long, 
Long time ago

The world was different then 
The sun shone at a different angle
You were my best friend                               
And Ziggy played guitar in my bedroom                               
Put your make up on see your Dad’s face
We didn’t have too long we didn’t know it

The party had begun
But your tomorrows had just ended
They asked me where you were
They always did that
It used to piss me off                                          
So I told them you were dead                 
Just for a laugh
At least that’s what I thought 
That’s what I thought

Your mum told us the news
She said the driver hadn’t seen you 
That was when I knew…
 
That word are spells which can’t be broken                                                                         
(Sometimes words should not be spoken)

Words and Music Brine E.C.
© Brine E.C 2016. 
℗ Brine E.C 2016. 
All Rights Reserved

When we first swam in the parallel sea             
We were young and we were free                      
Tiny fish in a great big sea                
Testing, testing 1     2      3.

Unaware of the storms ahead                   
Pulled by currents easy led       
The stars looked down on the parallel sea                      
When I saw you and you saw me

Back when the Sun went round our earth 
Big fish in a tiny universe
Climbing up the ideas tree 
Immortal creatures we believed

The gift of life be it chance or curse?
The show must go on unrehearsed
Read your bible chapter and verse
Out there be dragons sharks and worse

We’re part of the Greatest shoal on earth 
A sea of souls on timeless surf
No charts to guide us on our course
We ride the current to the source
   
Back when the Sun went round our Earth 
Big fish in a tiny universe
Storm crows circling round our heads 
Back when, we was easy led

When we next met in the Parallel Sea                
We were drowning you and me         
So, I reached for you, and you reached for me                
That’s the way it’s meant to be

The Sun comes up and a day goes by
And we are happy watching time fly, 
Watching time fly
Watching time fly
watching time fly

Words and Music by Brine E.C.
Additional musical arrangements by COD
© Brine E.C. 2012. 
℗ COD 2014. 
All Rights Reserved

Did you ever meet someone who tells you how the world is run?
The expert on all things is here today
Your opinion is what counts as long as it’s in small amounts
And you don’t disagree with what he says

Having found he knows it all, his world has turned out very small
Now there’s nothing new under the sun
Broken dreams, abandoned schemes, half eaten toast with cold baked beans 
He tells me that we all end up the same

In the doctor’s waiting room, an old gun from the baby boom
The radio plays rock of ages past 
Kids don’t know he once was cool, with Mott the Hoople on the wall
All the young dudes irritate him now                

There’s nothing new under the sun now the sun is middle aged
A sad old son gone to seed, out of time out of belief
He’s seen and heard it all before, this Earth is rotten to the core                     
You’ll get no answers from above, flying saucers are for mugs

There’s nothing new under the sun, nothing new unless you’re young                    
It’s such a drag getting old, the sun’s gone down it’s getting cold                      
Who do you love, who do you trust, who will you turn to when you’re lost?
There’s nothing new that I can say, we must all repeat till fade

There’s nothing new under the sun now the sun is middle aged
A sad old son gone to seed, out of time out of belief
Out of the garden, out of love out of faith and out of drugs                        
Speaking in tongues, let us pray for somewhere else we all can play

What’s the future in the Sun, how’s your day been everyone?
All the young dudes, we all must as vacuum cleaners come to dust
There’s nothing left for me to say but I’ll say it anyway
Day and night, night and day, we must all repeat till fade (Repeat last line till fade)

Words by Brine E.C.
Music by Brine E.C./COD
© Brine E.C. 2015 
℗ COD 2015 
All Rights Reserved