Saved Herself, Shaved Herself

Taken from "The Harold Pig Memorial" 2002

"Leaving the location
A brave signal is breaking up
Watch / Now / Go
To the hidden source
Of this redemption
Back to what it takes
A minor fire brushing clean mirrors
Clear beyond belief
Spot angel trails and a banger of nails
All that it takes is a back and a rake

Saved herself
Shaved herself

And the impulse is shocking
Any kind will do
Any time I'm comin' through

Saved herself
Shaved herself"

There is something very seedy about the title of this Circus Devils song. A quite melodic and spaced out song with some breezy guitar and keyboards. Good song song that isn't as dark and wilfully odd as many Circus Devils tracks.

Discussions In The Cave

Taken from "The Harold Pig Memorial" 2002

"Now come on
It came to past
In the place of a forest
Of natural balance
A song without singing
First and lasting
As we went along
Not listening

Even as angels told jokes
And evil spells were cast

By confection and affectation
Who split an atom
Rattled the bones
Tattooed the food
On the walls of my pad

Even as angels told jokes
And evil spells were cast

Discussions in the cave
Discussions in the cave
Discussions in the cave

Secrets in my living room"


Screech! Thats how it begins and then a sly melody begins, almost surfy but definately slightly un-nerving. Bob does his deep talky type vocals for a lot of this song and its classic Circus Devils oddness and experimentalness.

The Pilot's Crucifixion/Indian Oil

Taken from "The Harold Pig Memorial" 2002

"The sun dries a wet flag
In the air
With mixed emotions
You see on our federal bulletin
A community of thick wiring
Ever so straight
Goes the path of an arrow
straight through it
By whatever means anything
And never will
To the systems
Who giveth and taketh
In the closing times
For / to flesh reminders
About capsule hatching
Stiff drink memories
Make solid the previous conclusion
As to who's driving this ship
...
And coins to slot
And pearls to gather
A sailor's grace
Sphinx-like
Indian oil
Ghostwhore
Shadows and shells
Premature happiness
Fuller..."

We descend into the spooky and weird world of the Circus Devils now. A menacing start and splash of drum and then Bob begins some abstract poetry over a spooky and howling backing track. Slightly off key and quite odd. A Pink Floyd like middle section which is kinda ambient then what sounds like a fuzzed up banjo and the tempo changes rapidly and we are into the second part of the song. As I say, its a bit odd. Nothing too offensive here but I do admit I prefer it when Bob writes soaring pop songs and not a massive fan of his experimental stuff.