Get Flash to see this player.
Description
Written in a house during a murder investigation after a neighbour had been battered and burned in the room below eventually it turned out - by his brother.
I had a really bad panic attack one night when I had a nightmare - I'd fallen asleep facedown and from a black void of nothing came the figure of a man smiling and he actually seemed really happy - he wasnt scarey - he had a side parting and glasses.As I'd never met him (I didnt soialise much in that house) - I have know idea if that is what he looked like,but never have i had a dream like that where someone's soul actually seems to pass through you - and it was as I felt this thing passing through me that I panicked and woke up in a state of anguish.
The picture is a still from M.R James old sixties film 'The Treasur Of Abbot Thomas' which I edited - adding the moon and the lantern.
I had a really bad panic attack one night when I had a nightmare - I'd fallen asleep facedown and from a black void of nothing came the figure of a man smiling and he actually seemed really happy - he wasnt scarey - he had a side parting and glasses.As I'd never met him (I didnt soialise much in that house) - I have know idea if that is what he looked like,but never have i had a dream like that where someone's soul actually seems to pass through you - and it was as I felt this thing passing through me that I panicked and woke up in a state of anguish.
The picture is a still from M.R James old sixties film 'The Treasur Of Abbot Thomas' which I edited - adding the moon and the lantern.
Leave a Comment
You must be registered and logged-in to comment.
Lyrics
Welcome,traveller - RG here
(Wriiten by RG Paddler at Chichester Place,Kemptown,Brighton during the investigation of a murder in the flat below me of an Irish man named Byrne.I was working in a picture framing factory in Newhaven at the time - they were an expanding company then and I regularly produced 1000 picture frames +++ per day for the firm then on one machine driven by compressed air.The room I rented was in a house not far from the seafront - it was the front room on ground level,and I woke up to see the red arrows flying past one morning - it was a lovely place to live except for all the noise and drunken behavoiur via the neighbours.I was the only English tenant - and contrary to the landlords details of the property I was the only guy with a job,everyone else started drinking at 2.00pm through till 4 or 5 in the morning.I was always late for work,but managed to keep my job for 4 years,god knows how,but thanks to a certain Andrea P for coming round to visit even when no-one else would,as the house was under police surveillance.It turned out a cousin or relative had murdered his own brother,he had hit him on the head with an iron bar,and tried to burn the body in a pissed and stoned state of mind according to the Argus news.The most difficult time was those couple of months where I didnt know who was an enemy and whether I thought neighbours thought I'd done it!!! - still cleaned up shit off the walls in the one and only toilet on our floor - in the dark though - I value those small amenities!! I recorded the song originally on equipment bought from various junk shops.Am quite proud to re-record it all these years later.Have finally found a place I can sleep in peace without worrying if I'll be stabbed now...Hopefully)
The pictures are from 'The Treasure Of Abbot Thomas' by M.R James
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tigerflame
Creeping crawling into bed
someone strokes your sleepy head
well if i scream dont sing a lullaby
teeny tiny can't be seen
staring through your tv screen
well if you really want to reach inside me
come down to earth i'll show you round
its not so lonely
youll never need to sleep with freaks
when you belong to me
do you laugh do you cry
even after all youve seen
tiger flame tiger flame dont you know my babys calling
dont you even see me falling
like a seagull in a storm you fade away
sneaking sliding prowling night
creatures long to scratch and bite
well if i run you'll know which way to fly
wining,dining pining love
you cant seem to get enough
well if you really want to know the whole truth
come down to earth i'll show you round
its not so lonely
youll never need to sleep with freaks
when you belong to me
do you laugh do you cry
even after all youve seen
tiger flame tiger flame dont you know my babys calling
dont you even see me falling
like a seagull in a storm you fade away
(Wriiten by RG Paddler at Chichester Place,Kemptown,Brighton during the investigation of a murder in the flat below me of an Irish man named Byrne.I was working in a picture framing factory in Newhaven at the time - they were an expanding company then and I regularly produced 1000 picture frames +++ per day for the firm then on one machine driven by compressed air.The room I rented was in a house not far from the seafront - it was the front room on ground level,and I woke up to see the red arrows flying past one morning - it was a lovely place to live except for all the noise and drunken behavoiur via the neighbours.I was the only English tenant - and contrary to the landlords details of the property I was the only guy with a job,everyone else started drinking at 2.00pm through till 4 or 5 in the morning.I was always late for work,but managed to keep my job for 4 years,god knows how,but thanks to a certain Andrea P for coming round to visit even when no-one else would,as the house was under police surveillance.It turned out a cousin or relative had murdered his own brother,he had hit him on the head with an iron bar,and tried to burn the body in a pissed and stoned state of mind according to the Argus news.The most difficult time was those couple of months where I didnt know who was an enemy and whether I thought neighbours thought I'd done it!!! - still cleaned up shit off the walls in the one and only toilet on our floor - in the dark though - I value those small amenities!! I recorded the song originally on equipment bought from various junk shops.Am quite proud to re-record it all these years later.Have finally found a place I can sleep in peace without worrying if I'll be stabbed now...Hopefully)
The pictures are from 'The Treasure Of Abbot Thomas' by M.R James
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tigerflame
Creeping crawling into bed
someone strokes your sleepy head
well if i scream dont sing a lullaby
teeny tiny can't be seen
staring through your tv screen
well if you really want to reach inside me
come down to earth i'll show you round
its not so lonely
youll never need to sleep with freaks
when you belong to me
do you laugh do you cry
even after all youve seen
tiger flame tiger flame dont you know my babys calling
dont you even see me falling
like a seagull in a storm you fade away
sneaking sliding prowling night
creatures long to scratch and bite
well if i run you'll know which way to fly
wining,dining pining love
you cant seem to get enough
well if you really want to know the whole truth
come down to earth i'll show you round
its not so lonely
youll never need to sleep with freaks
when you belong to me
do you laugh do you cry
even after all youve seen
tiger flame tiger flame dont you know my babys calling
dont you even see me falling
like a seagull in a storm you fade away
Feter
Just lovely ...I m so impressed by your great
arrangement ...it started from a place then
here we are with your great vocal ...very
spooky subject indeed ...deepest bow !!!!