Stay Alive For The Family

by Rob Marenghi

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Jack And Jill 01:35
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All the lonely people I know where they’re from They’re from Amsterdam and They’re from Central Roman Jack and Jill walk alone Always will, always done Up the hill Blue raincoated man Walking round this town His eyes are down Staring at the ground There’s a fake blood red rose Pinned to his peach nose He goes to shows We walk alone We walk alone Friends and family are a blessing We walk alone We walk alone
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Beyond The Bedposts 03:44
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Your panther eyes and your lioness hips You’re looking at me and you’re licking your lips And why would I run away from such a sight? Since you came I’ve been wondering What the hell on earth I was doing? Before you came much more Much much more than a notch Beyond the bedposts Beyond the bedposts Beyond the bedposts Beyond the bedposts Much more Much much more than a notch Beyond The Bedposts Just as the sun makes the flowers grow You taught me not to reap until I’d sown And I’m reaping a wonderful feeling if only for now Since you came I’ve been wondering What the hell on earth was I doing? Before you came much more Much much more than a notch Beyond the bedposts Beyond the bedposts Beyond the bedposts Beyond the bedposts You’re much more Much much more than a notch Beyond The Bedposts
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Falling Hard 04:40
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Blue eyes can lose their glow Television screens and vodka numb the show While the West Ham boys on their watered down coke Shout ‘Nice ass!’ as she walks past To catch the bus to drink with us Oh she’s a tortured soul A tortured soul can tell it all Not much she ain’t been through Destitution, retribution, deep depression, ambulance men Baby girl’s all covered in warm blood Flows through her veins though she remains Kind and loyal to her friends And oh I’m proud to say Oh I’m proud to say I’m one But man when I see her It almost brings a tear To my eye she looks so bloody sad Beneath a chandelier She drinks a freezing beer Gazing out the window at the rain Falling hard in the London night Falling hard in the London night Falling hard in the London night Falling hard in the London night Boy she was seeing Hezakiah Jones He’s lying in a hospital bed with fourteen broken bones And June she really turned him on But by July he took flight I know why I saw the signs But I’ll never do it to her Could never do it to her But man when I see her It almost brings a tear To my eye she looks so bloody sad Beneath a chandelier She drinks a freezing beer Gazing out the window at the rain Falling hard in the London night Falling hard in the London night Falling hard in the London night Falling hard in the London night
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Bells 00:31
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Potential Love Disaster Blues 01:52
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I’m breaking bad, I’m breaking good I’m breaking up in a lovely green wood I’m breaking my heart with my own hand These thoughts of mine are like sinking sand Rolling weed never rolling slow Rolling river’s where the drunk’s piss goes Too many techniques in my poetry book As profound as you like but you’ll need a little catchy hook Trouble my teacher, trouble my nurse Troubled flowers bless and curse the hearse Worse I understand, back of my hand Castles and kingdoms on weak and shifting sand I’m sick of God, I’m sick of me I’m sick of the apples up in the tree I’m sick of the snakes and I’m sick of the sea I don’t understand any of them could have been me I’m breaking bad, I’m breaking good I’m breaking up in a lovely green wood I’m breaking my heart with my own hand These thoughts of mine are like sinking sand
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Roll Pages Beethoven! 04:49
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This goes out to the 10 years wasted To the green when the wean fell through To the struggle and the trouble and the heroin bubble Where temptation Thomas got trapped like glue And to all of the venomous glances And to all of the slithering sly Snakes in the grass eyes flashing as they pass A’s, B’s and C’s these E’s are way to speedy man Big up the Bobs Beethoven too Benzodiazepines Big up Bjork and Biggy Smalls Big up poets in the hall Big up the Bobs Beethoven too Benzodiazepines Big up Bjork and Biggy Smalls Big up poets in the hall Meditation led me down a different path Not faced with the future or chased by the past Faced with the race you forget to go fast My poor soul swinging in plastercast Like looking in the mirror Different glass Smoking weed at a speed Snoop Dogg might draw Sometimes I hit the ceiling other times I hit the floor Success with the ladies just brought on the guilt For me or for she it depends who did the guilt Pecks on necks sex regrets stress and yes then pain comes next I looked for God Found philosophers I never quite bought the books of the divine Did Socrates and Neitzsche narrow my mind? Big up the Bobs Beethoven too Benzodiazepines Big up Bjork and Biggy Smalls Big up poets in the hall Big up the Bobs Beethoven too Benzodiazepines Big up Bjork and Biggy Smalls Big up poets in the hall She placed her hand upon my chest She was stressed so I guess she just meant to rest But she broke my ribcage plucked the heart out Took it to a red brick Indian house When I got sick Beyond repair In a hurry curried favour with a negative glare She knocked all balls all out the fucking park Some score six or four but she set this spark Kept me writing about her wince ever since The end of our tender ten day stint Yeah ten days only Was enough To leave me locked in the box she dropped on my head You can drop me in the ocean if it’s anywhere near her bed Big up the Bobs Beethoven too Benzodiazepines Big up Bjork and Biggy Smalls Big up poets in the hall Big up the Bobs Beethoven too Benzodiazepines Big up Bjork and Biggy Smalls Big up poets in the hall Now I shouldn’t complain of what remains Of the organ she took and travelled with and played Don’t know about you, how could I do? When I’m in the mood I want the best for you And I hypothesize that If I sang about happ Iness dishonest disrespectful at best Flat ‘n’ that and boring and just not my prowess Plus I owe it to myself to tell the full truth to Friends and family who might listen to Songs I sung of wrongs I done which may perturb Peace of mind of anyone who lies in this world The priests are all asleep in steeples repeating the words Big up the Bobs Beethoven too Benzodiazepines Big up Bjork and Biggy Smalls Big up poets in the hall Big up the Bobs Beethoven too Benzodiazepines Big up Bjork and Biggy Smalls Big up poets in the hall
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Pete Doherty In A Different Light 02:49
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Everything was grinning in our youth we were winning and singing sinning and ginning and slinging Popping pills ‘til our pupils swelled like shillings Fools at school and fools in our twenties I’m over thirty now it’s almost dirty how I get so many offers I can’t keep count Bumble account buzzing like a hive I swear to Bob it’s messing up my mind I peak at people on the street I peak at politicians Pete Doherty does look like me If it’s good enough for Mossy it’s good enough for me I peak at people on the street I peak at politicians Pete Doherty does look like me If it’s good enough for Mossy it’s good enough for me Now when uni it was finished it diminished that net in it Lifted us out of a world of water Man knives and slaughter could I have a daughter? Watch them court her while I cynically support The confessions are blessings disguised as lessons In the Parishes parasite priests are pressing Their chest’s to box that’s where Miss Lox Confesses her affairs on Sunday morning slots I peak at people on the street I peak at politicians Pete Doherty does look like me If it’s good enough for Mossy it’s good enough for me I peak at people on the street I peak at politicians Pete Doherty does look like me If it’s good enough for Mossy it’s good enough for me Now I’m living in dingy East L O N D on a tightline But I’m fine as long I get what’s mine Maybe some time or rhyme or wine or Even better thai weed Not E’s or speed or LSD, each of them fucked me separately But what a feat dropping LSD on a busy Central London street initially tripped so prettily PTSD from LSD S T U P ID Punished accordingly Jake you made the choice to ride that bike Jake you made the choice to ride that bike Jake you made the choice to ride that bike No helmet no headlight. Stupid fuck I peak at people on the street I peak at politicians Pete Doherty does look like me If it’s good enough for Mossy it’s good enough for me I peak at people on the street I peak at politicians Pete Doherty does look like me If it’s good enough for Mossy it’s good enough for me Apologies to Peter cos I know that he Got jabbed by Johnny Borrel and Jamie T But I think his music’s good and I’d love for us to meet yeah!
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The Sag Of Autumn 03:13
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Christmas lights they shine and sag Above some coughing cars which have Primates in them looking at the last year Images of other people’s wives Capturing our brightest minds Convincing them the finest times were past years You left me You left me You left me So sad The trees are shedding all their leaves Brown and grey for red and green The squirrels have forgotten where on earth they’ve buried their nuts Well I relate to the squirrel and the tree I know what it’s like to lose to leave It’s almost like I’m at one with all twisted guts You left me You left me You left me So sad Winter saplings seek the sun, growing over the centuries Cain came along he cut them down your cathedrals and your Christmas trees... Christmas lights they shine and sag Above some coughing cars which have Primates in them looking at the last year Images of other people’s wives Capturing our brightest minds Convincing them the finest times were past years You left me You left me You left me So sad
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Beautiful Becky 02:11
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Beautiful Becky was chained up on the floor Getting whipped by two guys she just kept asking for more Smell of black leather boots covered in clotted cream “Pain pleasure!” says Becky, "a fine fine balance indeed." Horrible Howard was dressed up like a baby Dominatrix in heels was walking all over his body He’s yelling “This is the only way I can sleep! “Pain pleasure!” says Howard, "a fine fine balance indeed." Destitute David hung up cross on the wall Head to toe leather everything except the balls Of his feet and his cock and his balls hanging lean “Pain pleasure!” says David, "a fine fine balance indeed." Pacifist Peter big club in his hand He’d just stopped talking about he plays in a band The man in the gimp man asked and Peter beamed “Pain pleasure!” says Peter, "a fine fine balance indeed." Beautiful Becky was chained up on the floor Getting whipped by two guys she just kept asking for more Smell of black leather boots covered in clotted cream “Pain pleasure!” says Becky, "a fine fine balance indeed."
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Louise And Kelly 02:27
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Louise and Kelly you both really helped me It’s been a bad few years both for health and for feelings Harpoons of my happiness swung in the harbour Throat of a whale of a time cut by my father And I have past the point in life Where I feel I must have a wife I wish you no strife Felt full force of marriage and divorce I've split my head open three times and lived with a corpse But that’s nothing next to this derealisation Where you feel like you’re living in a hallucination And I have past the point in life Where I feel I must have a wife I wish you no strife It’s not so bad being occasionally lonely And anyway to be honest I’m just constantly thinking if only I could get better or if I could die Preferably the first one but either is fine And I have past the point in life Where I feel I must have a wife I wish you no strife
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Sometimes My Life Is Like The Manics 01:47
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Sometimes my life is like The Manics Started off so fantastic Peaked mid-twenties with the Holy Bible Richey Edwards he was suicidal Ironic really when I revered the record I related not at all to it Sometimes my life is like Hindley Married to Ian Brady Cigar hangs from his lips He glares at me with his hands on his hips And he takes a bag takes a drag and some cats and drags me last canal Sometimes my life is like a cross Jesus put there by his boss Didn’t ask for life or love Disgrace or glory, God or good He’s nailed to this fucking wood oh good God above Sometimes my life is like a snake Slithers round, won’t go straight Glares at me gets high and hisses Finds my face each time he pisses One day he’ll eat me on a branch high up in the old orchard tree Sometimes my life is like The Manics Started off so fantastic Peaked mid-twenties with the Holy Bible Richey Edwards he was suicidal Ironic really when I revered the record I related not at all to it
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Too Much White Privilege 02:48
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Too much white privilege much too much white to Have any kind of opinion The social dimension seems it’s come full circle Undeepening of a dominion “Ladies of the jury,” Stephanie's speech began The scene a crowded Slug and Lettuce bar, Stephanie slim and tanned “The man we speak of today is a femenist’s enemy A cist white gendered oppressive male a cog in the fucking patriarchy Daddy dead detached houses pockets probably stuffed And I bet he bets I bet he cheats I bet he beats her up You know who I’m talking about ladies Our former friend Felicity whom he stole from us But before we bring that bastard down, destroy his reputation Does any sister have a word but not of refutation?" Too much white privilege much too much white to Have any kind of opinion The social dimension seems it’s come full circle Undeepening of a dominion Then the virgin Mary said, “Now come on ladies, Wasn’t it us who shouted men down from social platforms? And when they moved towards us why we mostly moved away So maybe ladies it isn’t right to condemn this man around town," "Fuck that!" said Stephanie. "Let’s burn this fucking facist fucker’s reputation down. And before you change any minds, Mary, about what must be done remember there’s a man to blame: could be your husband brother father son.Now ladies I’m done talking cos I’ve said what I must say. This boy’s my baby brother I’m right and he must pay." Those male feminists not hard to see through And too much white privilege much much too white too.

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Hi guys, I wrote this album in a a poor area of East London.
I feel it's a little less dark than 'Let's Compare Mythologies', though still very moody and rich.
People have said Dylan/Violent Femmes/Nick Drake-esque.
I hope it resonates with you.

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released June 2, 2019

All lyrics and music by Rob Marenghi.
Publishing Company - Sentric Music
Producer - Andrea Lepori (U2, Arcade fire)

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Rob Marenghi London, UK

PETER VIDANI, THE BANDCAMP DIARIES - "His sound is laced with intriguing melodies and dynamic arrangement ideas, inspired by genres as diverse as folk, alternative, and even classical music."

Career highlights/fun bits include:

- BBC Radio London plays
- Playing live on Channel 4
- Performing with The Royal Philharmonic Orchestra and some kids I was teaching
- Accidentally offending Damon Albarn ... more

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