Silver Jubilee

by Chris Lambert

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released March 28, 2013

©2013 Dash Heart Dash Music (BMI) All rights reserved.

Tracked and Mixed between August 28, 2012 and March 27, 2013 at Radiant Radish Recording Studio in Santa Maria, CA.

All Words and Music written and performed by Chris Lambert

Vocals on 100 Balloons (It's Improbable) by Alana Rogers

Drums by Andrew Elias

Produced and Engineered by Chris Lambert

Drums Engineered by Loom Fittuce

Illustrations by Alexandra Wallace

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Chris Lambert Santa Maria, California

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I'm Chris Lambert, and I want people to listen to my music. So I put it on this website; but people aren't listening to it very much.

I want them to listen to it more. That's where you come in.

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Track Name: Grand Intro
(soirée chatter)
Track Name: The Life and Times of Stephen Sarsaparilla
Stephen Sarsaparilla
Breath of French vanilla
Commanding his flotilla
On the open sea
To the Old Country

"Stephen Sarsaparilla Sells His Spanish Villa!" reads The Life and Times of a Lucky Guy

Stephen Sarsaparilla
Flies to South Brazil-a
With his wife and his distiller
On the friendly skies
Completely undisguised

"Stephen Sarsaparilla Hiding in Manila!" reads The Life and Times of a Lucky Guy

"We've got him!" says Detective Lutz
"He left a trail of cigar butts! Now rest assured, the case is shut, and that's the end of The Lucky Guy!"

Stephen Sarsaparilla
Takes a sleeping pill-a
And his head hits the pillow
Like a sleepy punching bag
And in the local rags:

"Stephen Sarsaparilla! Police Have Caught the Killer!" reads The Life and Times of a Lucky Guy
Track Name: Silver Jubilee Theme
I'm caught up in the motions
Of the world around me
From the bottoms of the oceans
To the top of every tree
I'm surrounded by the memories
Of the places I've been
But I'm stopping for a moment
And I'm taking it in
I see a row of searchlights
And a banner overhead
That I thought up in a dream once
And remembered what it said

It said, "Welcome to Chris Lambert's Silver Jubilee!"
Have a drink, relax, enjoy the company
It's twenty-five years since I came to life
Welcome to Chris Lambert's Silver Jubilee!

I'm walking down the hallway
Of my house on Bradley Road
And the walls are moving inward
To convince me that I've grown
I'm reflecting on the moments
That defined me as a kid
And I'm cringing at the details
Of the stupid things we did
And as much as I am changing
I have stayed the same too
And to back up what I'm claiming
The experiment is you

So, Welcome to Chris Lambert's Silver Jubilee!
Have a drink, we're serving coffee, milk, or tea
It's twenty-five years since I came to life
Welcome to Chris Lambert's Silver Jubilee!
Track Name: Bumblebee
Honey, listen
I can hear that pollen, it is callin' me
Stop your hissin'
I've got to get that nectar for the colony
So just beehave, and wax the hive
And I'll bee back at comb by five
Albeeit, stumbly

Honey, listen
I can hear that pollen, it is callin' me
Stop your hissin'
I've got to get that nectar for the colony
Since you're not much of a singer
Shake your thorax and your stinger
And come dance with me

Bu-zzzz!
Bu-zzzz!

Honey, listen
I can hear that pollen, it is callin' me
Stop your hissin'
I've got to get that nectar for the colony
You'll get your lovin', quit your buzzin'
Grab your sister and your cousin
And come dance with me

Bu-zzzz!
Bu-zzzz!

Honey, listen...
I can hear that pollen, it is callin' me
Stop your hissin'
I've got to get that nectar for the colony
Since you're not much of a singer
Shake your thorax and your stinger
And come dance with me

BU-ZZZZ!
BU-ZZZZ!
Track Name: From Me To Me
One of these days, I've gotta sit right down
And start working on a letter
And sign the thing:

"From Me To Me;

"I hope I've found a place to stay
And I hope I've been feeling better
And finally,
I hope I've seen all of the world that I am ever gonna see
Well, I better've seen
So help me, Me.
And if the girl I'm with is gonna marry me
Well, I better leave
Before she leaves me

I hope I had my lucky break
And I broke it into pieces
Shipped it back in time
From me to me

I hope I shipped that thing
From me to me
You better send that thing
From me to me."
Track Name: 100 Balloons (It's Improbable)
Up in the sky
Floating so high
With 100 ballons
(It's impossible!)

No, my dear
It's improbable
Give it a try!
Just come up and join me

Way up in the sky
Floating so high
It's a lovely blue moon
(It's unreachable!)

No, my dear
Not by dirigible
Or we can try, with our 100 balloons
Track Name: Perfect Machines
Max and Minerva
In a musty apartment watching Shark Week
Minerva leans over
Snags a handful of Cheetos from Max's lap

Max just looks up
Says, "If I were a Great White, I would eat you."
Minerva just smiles
Says, "If you were one, I'd be one too

And we'd swim, and eat, and make little sharks
We'd be like perfect machines
And I know the ocean is scary and dark
When I'm with you, nothing's as bad as it seems."

Max and Minerva
In a bayside aquarium gift shop
Minerva jumps out
In a rubber mask, barking like a walrus
Max jumps and swears
Says, "If I were a Thresher, I would cut you."
Minerva just laughs
Says, "You wouldn't 'cause I'd be one too

And we'd swim, and eat, and make little sharks
We'd be like perfect machines
And I know the ocean is scary and dark
When I'm with you, nothing's as bad as it seems."

"Do you think we're weird?
I think we're pretty weird."
"I guess we're kind of weird..."

"Let's swim, and eat, and make little sharks
We'll be like perfect machines
And although the ocean is scary and dark
When I'm with you, nothing's as bad as it seems
When I'm with you, we always dream the strangest things."
Track Name: Blossom Time
You were first in line
But I had arresting guilt
And it wrecked my spine
But look at the walls I've built

'Cause you latched on
To my freakstorm in a flash
Then you moved on
Like a priest who prayed to pass
Or it felt that fast...

You were first in line
But I was ingesting guilt
It was blossom time
But I had to let you wilt

'Cause you latched on
To my freakstorm in a flash
Then you moved on
Like a priest who prayed to pass

You were first on every list I wrote
I just couldn't get your name to leave my throat
And yes, I know it's been too long
But I'll try and try again

'Cause you latched on
To my freakstorm in a flash
Then you moved on
Like a priest who prayed to pass
Or it felt that fast

God, I fell so fast...
Track Name: The Son of Sword and Gun
I am forced to dwell among
Fiery beasts with tongues as sharp as arrows
And I am taught from very young
A man is where his ashes fall
And when I storm a foreign beach
I come back a hero for my service
But when I turn the other cheek
No one pins my medal on
My arms can bend a bow of bronze

I am the son of sword and gun
A brother of the bomb
You train my hands for battle
But you preach to me in psalm

I was pulled into life
No one stopped to ask me what I wanted
And I got stolen tonight
By the very thought of it
Blessed are the merciful
Who cut off their own hands to stop their sinning
And throw his yoke from off their necks
And beat their spears to pruning shears
My arms can bend a bow of bronze

I am the son of sword and gun
A brother of the bomb
You train my hands for battle
But you preach to me in psalm

(I was pulled into life)

Throw his yoke from off your necks
And beat your spears to pruning shears
Your arms can bend a bow of bronze

I am the son of sword and gun
A brother of the bomb
You train my hands for battle
But you preach to me in psalm

When I go to sleep at night
I pray for a better sign
A clear one to set us right
And I wake up in the dark
Track Name: Captain Danner's Ill-Fated Luxury Liner
No one comes down here no more
It's rusty and it's cold
And the scrape of sliding deck chairs
Sounds like screaming from the hull
The finest china falls
And turns to even finer dust
And the bulkhead doors, though watertight
Go careening as they're crushed

Calling women and children!
Take yourselves into the ocean, where you'll float 'til it's light

No one thought she could sink until now
On a calm and placid night
But she's going down by the bow
Iron black against the sky
As her stern begins to rise and fall

No one comes down here no more
It's loud, and it is wet
And the smell of sulfur forms a bond
With the stench of cigarette
The forward funnel falls
Into a great colossal splash
And the flaming coals meet water
Where they hiss and turn to ash

Calling women and children!
Take yourselves into the ocean, while your men lose their fight

No one thought she could sink until now
On a calm and placid night
But she's going down by the bow
Iron black against the sky
As her stern begins to rise and fall