“Think of a way, then always go the other way
Customary evenings, legendary mornings
Louder than drums, and softer than a cloud
Leaves being blowed away"
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Please purchase this so that the loved ones of Tim Smith may continue to make sure his work gets out to folks and fans new and old alike :)
Additionally Jim Smith has finally found the strength to say a few words and has advised us all to give to this charity for Tim, The Wiltshire Wildlife Hospital:
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"Vermin Mangle" - reportedly the final track from their unreleased final project, "LSD," and as such is the final song in the story of Tim Smith, and them Cardiacs. The existing instrumental was completed with vocals pulled from one of Tim's solo performances at The Garage in 2000. The honesty, imperfections, and squeaks of this haunting vocal take will make you tear up as we bid farewell, in song with horns and resounding brilliance, to a beautiful man with a beautiful, truly original artistic vision, brimming with a profound kindness that filled each of his steps.
He's freer than any of us. He always has been.
I only posted this so there was a good quality version available here on KZfaq, if the powers that be request I take this down I completely understand. It's of the deepest importance to me that this music lives on, for it will always be with me.
The last chapter in the ultimate rock band. Rest in peace, Tim Smith.
LYRICS:
Think of a way
Then always go the other way
In customary evenings
Legendary mornings
Louder than drums, and softer than a cloud
Leaves bein’ blowed away
Hard as
Soft nails and knives, and even
Harder than pullin’ a
Soldier off your sister
Hands were all shakin’
They’re all of his fingers
Son, stop staring ‘yond
If you look, your eyes will grow germs
You can’t pick them up ‘cause
They’re glued to the floor
Made it unkind (not money)
For not starin’ all day at them
And has
Your mother sold her mangle
Last time I did saw her
She was in a dream dress
Playin’ with flies in the weepin’ willows’
Dank, dark ditch
So not so perfect
But seein’ as how it is a
Funny kind of apple
Who practices every day
There’s room for a big forgive
And a surprise, and adventure
And what adventures
And all only for feat are
They buildin’ a long slide
And along it they glide
Danger all around, and without a sound
Bound on the ground
I am the git
That walks all by himself
Your bargain was buyin’ me
All places are alike to me
“How did I get here?” said I
Who can’t believe me eye
Hands all shakin’
That out all of his fingers
Hands, they were all shakin’
That all of his fingers
Hands were all shakin’
They’re all of his fingers