Hobopop E​.​P.

by Kirsty McGee

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Rough-hewn demos and cover versions from Kirsty McGee and Mat Martin, featuring four demos for songs later to appear on the album 'The Kansas Sessions' and two cover versions, including one by producer of 'The Kansas Sessions', Mike West.
A great sister-disc to 'Kansas', or for those people interested in the development of songs and the influences songwriters have on one another, and in a really live, bare sound on disc.
Hobopop Recordings, 2007

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released 01 September 2007

Kirsty McGee: Vocal, Guitar, Mandolin
Mat Martin: Banjo, Guitar, Tenor Guitar, Mandolin, Banjo Uke, Feet, Vocal

Produced by Mat Martin
Recorded in Glorious Lo-Fi by Mat Martin
Mastered by Steve Stewart at the Old Vicarage, Cambs
Artwork & Graphic Design: Mat Martin

All songs by Kirsty McGee except 'Share Croppers' by Kreg Viesselman and 'Betray My Trust' by Mike West.

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Track Name: Killer Wasps
i hear them scratching in the middle of the night
i hear the voices in the walls
there’s a bird trapped in the chimney
i hear him when the lights turn low

i run the water and it splutters in the bowl
irises and yellow flag and crimson daisies grow
beyond the wall there lies a dusty bed of stones
i see them when the lights turn low

i am the sole recipient of autumn’s vivid dream
i see things where there are not things
i see things you’ve never seen
i see rats around the edges
of the crevices and holes
i am the final great believer
in the twisting of the human soul

i taste the water but i do not swallow down
angels and promises have run me out of town
there’s a bird trapped in the chimney
i hear him when the lights turn low

i am the sole beneficiary of winter’s broken scheme
there are stones around my ankles
they are tied to me with string
sixteen hives of killer wasps
and seventeen of bees
i hear them when the lights turn low


© 2007 kirsty mcgee / big oak songs
Track Name: Dust Devils
i’ve got you over my skin
can’t tell you what a state we’re in
i chase you here chase you there
in the corners and under the stairs

i’ve got you under my nails
everything i do seems to fail
like the god of falling apart
everything tastes of you

i’ve got you inside my shoes
as thick as blue suede
i’ve got a coat made from you
you are my lampshade

i’ve seen you outside in the sun
your hair is grey like the moon
you leave your hair in my room
everything sounds of you

dust devil in pale blue
shaking hands with the tiles
and it’s one of your smiles
that i see in my mirror ball

dust devil and moonshine
neither your fault nor mine
but it’s the curve of your spinning smile
that returns in the dead of night

dust devil in pale blue
the fur of yesteryear
everything smells of you
you’re spent like a magazine

i’ve got you over my skin
god’s arms, what a state we’re in
i chase you here chase you there
in the corners and under the stairs


© 2007 kirsty mcgee / big oak songs
Track Name: No Way To Treat A Friend
poor, poor angela, what’s become of you?
he’s standing by the screen door, saying that you’re through,
and all this heartbreak - will it ever end?
that’s no way to treat a friend

oh adriana, full of tears and woe
your gold turned into silver and your silver into stones:
they left when there was nothing more to spend
that’s no way to treat a friend

there’s ice out in the parlour three feet deep
the snow just keeps on falling, but the company you keep
will it get you thorugh the winter in the end?
that’s no way to treat a friend

peter, poor peter, where will you go now?
stuck out in a small town where the road runs out
and did he drop you with your bags out on the bend?
that’s no way to treat a friend

you build up all your trusting three miles high
you build it up so solid you no longer see the sky
so when it falls, there is so much more to mend
that’s no way to treat a friend

mary, mary, mary, don’t it make you blue
and as empty as the promises in the letters that he sends you,
it’s a shame how he will borrow
every little thing you lend
that’s no way to treat a friend

there’s ice out in the parlour three feet deep
the snow just keeps on falling, but the company you keep
will it get you through the winter in the end?
that’s no way to treat a friend


© 2007 kirsty mcgee / big oak songs
Track Name: The Profit Song
first was rain
then there was snow
there was a wind
see how it blows
if you can see
then you will see:
there’s profit where my finger is

sun, deep in the sky
burning the ground
steady and high
here is the sun
burning the sky:
there’s profit where my finger lies

i’ll make this world a better place

here is a war
they fight about me
they fight about bombs
they’re crossing the sea
the sea is a toy
the land is all gone:
there’s profit where my finger is

see, if you can see
where the world shakes
it’s shaking for me
you do it yourselves
and nearly as well
to make this world a better place

and if you doubt
reason it out
famine and flames
hunger and drought
if you can see
then you will see:
there’s profit where my finger is

lord, if you could allow
one month or two for now
without your fatal blow
we’ll make this world a better place
oil under the sea
coal in the pits, profits for free
over the rise, up in the skies:
we’ll fly from where your profit is

there’s profit where your finger is


© 2007 kirsty mcgee / big oak songs