"Junk Sculpture Monument" genre: Psychedelic
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	CD: False Idols, Holy Wine, and The Big Picture   Label: Clear Thoughts Enterprises, Nelson, BC, Canada Credits: Composed and Arranged: Richard Fordham,c.1990 --Performed by This Thing--Richard Fordham, Ian McCutcheon, Eric Moon, Julie Matthews, Brendan Shields, Chris Perra, Ron Butler, Sara Zacharias--Recorded 1993 at Kootenay Mountain Sound Studios, Nelson BC,Canada-- Produced by Richard Fordham-- Engineered by Peter Hartley
	Story Behind the Song This song represents dysfunction on various levels, political, social, interpersonal, etc. The parts for the most part hang together, much like life. It's one of the more "meandering" of our songs, but it still seems to have some focus. The lyrics and basic melody were written in the summer of 1990, in my sister's apartment in Brockville, Ont. The arrangement first started happening in the summer of 91, in Nelson, BC. This arrangement is the more or less final one. The song was recorded with all the instruments at once. We did this because the shifting tempo bits required that I conduct through them. I think we used the second take. We added vocals later. It was released on cassette in December 1993. Lyrics Junk Sculpture Monument, c.1990 Richard Fordham. Today Baby gave me a junk sculpture monument with scrapings from our rug that symbolize our love. Then she hit me on the head, with said, junk sculpture monument, and called me a creep, the one she would keep. Chorus(everybody sing!) And when I die, Baby will lay me by this beauteous this. This shaping of our song, will show her we were wrong. City Hall built a junk sculpture monument with leavings from the ground that symbolize this town. Committees want to raze it Critics call it art No one believes it's our soul and our heart. Chorus(with variation) And when we die, the future will know us by this beauteous thing. This shaping of our song, will show where we went wrong. I've been thinking about life in this junk sculpture monument of structures that we've built and religions based on guilt. As our castles in the sand slowly sink into the mud Priests will call it Fate for all our mistakes. Chorus (more still) And as we die, we'll spray paint the walls of this beauteous thing. To cover up our song... To hide from what went wrong.... To hide from what went wrong.... To hide from what went wrong....

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