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The View From Behind the Futuristic Rose Trellis - Opera

by Ravioli Me Away

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  • What about this?...
    Are you really here?
    If you are, then how do you know you are?
    Are you looking for confirmation in the eyes of the person sitting next to you?
    Do they know you?...and if so how do they recognise you?
    Is it from your jacket? Your hairstyle? Your dependable moral compass, witty remarks or bad breath?
    RMA invite you to experience TVFBTFRT, a poetic, vivid and generous multimedia extravaganza that creates a stylistic and comical portal celebrating life and all who perpetually squirm in it.
    An experience that offers escapism from escapism! ...a genuine contempt for continuity and a true disdain for brain bloating its audience with a standardised straightforward narrative.
    A soundtrack to everything and a monument to nothing, TVFBTFRT sings and dances its way enthusiastically through inner and outer realities sifting through its characters to reveal moments of golden clarity to be shared by all.
    Watch carefully now... look there through the leaves! ...it’s YOU! ...ME! ...and every his her and them slurping from the hot steamy saucepan of consciousness! Bon appetit friends, when you wake up tomorrow you might be someone else.

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1.
Majik Flute 04:45
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Birth Time 02:28
Give me your initials Give me your name Give me your religion Give me your age Give me all your allergies and your place of birth Give me your profession, sex, weight, height. Birth Time, Star Sign, Shoe Size, Do You Mind? I have nothing to offer in return Birth Time, Star Sign, Shoe Size, Do You Mind? What is your colour and your origin? With whom do you identify? Are you fat or thin? Are you still drinking? What is that you're smoking? I don’t remember - all these questions do me in. Birth Time, Star Sign, Shoe Size, Do You Mind? I have nothing to offer in return Birth Time, Star Sign, Shoe Size, Do You Mind? I have nothing to offer in return Birth Time, Star Sign, Shoe Size, Do You Mind? I have nothing to offer in return Birth Time, Star Sign, Shoe Size, Do You Mind? YES, YES, YES, YES, YES, YES
4.
Dark brown dust is the flavour of ambition Dark brown dust, the circus ammunition Dark brown dust is the flavour of ambition Dark brown dust the flavoured situation Can you taste the flavour of my intellect mutation? Speeding up the grind of daily conversation Can you taste the flavour of my intellect mutation? Speeding up the grind of dismal conversation Foamy frills are feathering my lips Foamy fat is a lifetime on my hips A bucket in your mouth or a spoonful worth of sips The only compensation for your twenty internships Can you taste the flavour of my intellect mutation? Speeding up the grind of daily conversation Can you taste the flavour of my intellect mutation? Speeding up the grind of dismal conversation Perspirations, Palpitations, Peculations, Procreation Conversations, Constipation, Computations, Calculation Perspirations, Palpitations, Peculations, Procreation Conversations, Constipation, Computations, Clarification
5.
Universality is my destiny, freedom is my own responsibility Universality is my destiny, freedom is my own responsibility Manipulation, Manipulation, manipulation of your feelings Manipulation, Manipulation, manipulation of your feelings Universality is my destiny, freedom is my own responsibility Universality is my destiny, freedom is my own responsibility Manipulation, Manipulation, manipulation of your feelings Manipulation, Manipulation, manipulation of your feelings Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh And then I build it up... quietly at first... till it amounts in crescendo, crescendo of stuff. And then I build it up... quietly at first... till it amounts in crescendo, crescendo of stuff. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Some kind of talking, some kind of talking in the end Some kind of talking, some kind of talking in the end Some kind of talking, some kind of talking in the end Some kind of talking, some kind of talking in the end Sounds emotion, a person, walking very slowly, holding a candle. Conversations, two people, can you hear the heart beat?
6.
Pams Theme 03:05
I was born in Mississippi I was skinny like a puppy, the 16th child to a yuppy and a hippy Had no formal education, found my way in this great nation, first real job workin’ in the petrol station. I was muddy I was yucky I was dirty I was mucky… Had ideas above my station, had no training in elocution I watched those trucks drive on by, fell in love with some old guy Nine months later, and I’m a baked potata, she slipped into this world just like a chubby ballerina I learnt about swimin’ (and I) I learnt about drinkin’ I learnt about womin’ And I did it without thinkin’ I learnt about runnin’ (and I) I learnt about singin’ I learnt about winkin and I did a lot of cummin I learnt about swimin’ (and I) I learnt about drinkin’ I learnt about womin’ And I did it without thinkin’ I watched those trucks drive on by, fell in love with some old guy Living my life just for each minute, this is my life and I am innit I learnt about swimin’ (and I) I learnt about drinkin’ I learnt about womin’ And I did it without thinkin’ I learnt about runnin’ (and I) I learnt about singin’ I learnt about winkin and I did a lot of cummin I learnt about swimin’ (and I) I learnt about drinkin’ I learnt about womin’ And I did it without thinkin’ To much thinkin’ aint no good for no body! Life is a road, and I’m the navigator. Don’t drive into the swamp, you might meet an alligator. I learnt about swimin’ (and I) I learnt about drinkin’ I learnt about womin’ And I did it without thinkin’ I learnt about runnin’ (and I) I learnt about singin’ I learnt about winkin and I did a lot of cummin I learnt about swimin’ (and I) I learnt about drinkin’ I learnt about womin’ And I did it without thinkin’ It was all about livin’ not a lot about lovin’ Hadda get moving or I’d neva got goin’ The wind was blowin’ and the snow was snowin’ Couldn’t be a payin’ all the money I was owin’ It was all about livin’ not a lot about lovin’ Hadda get moving or I’d neva got goin’ The wind was blowin’ and the snow was snowin’ Couldn’t be a payin’ all the money I was owin’
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Love equals trust, trust equals truth, truth is transparency, transparency equals love equals trust, trust equals truth, truth is transparency, transparency equals love.
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We’re made from each other baby, We’re made to be used by each other, and in the autumn of your life when the leaves come falling down, I’ll still be around. I wood try to be you if I could….. The veneer on your shelves feels so good….. You could try to be me if you wood…. Were inseparable baby, like the handles on a door, let's go somewhere shady, we can take it to the floor…. I wood try to be you if I could….. The veneer on your shelves feels so good….. You could try to be me if you wood…. Were inseparable baby, like the handles on a door, lets go somewhere shady, we can take it to the floor…. Knot me up, cut me down, won’t you wrap your planks around, branch out and touch me, display me and corrupt me, we’ll never outgrow each other. Knot me up, cut me down, won’t you wrap your planks around, branch out and touch me, display me and corrupt me, we’ll never outgrow each other. Cos we will never ever outgrow each other [repeat] You’re my vanilla alternative, you’re my vanilla alternative [repeat]
9.
Sex Flute 05:52
If you look over there... beyond the horizon... just comin’ up. You see a long and silver river, a long flowing flood. It’s an old and ancient river, it’s been flowing for one hundred, thousand million years... and sometimes it looks like the river is gonna dry up but it will never run out. There will always be one tiny drop. Sex flute... The water of the river of love Sex flute… The water of the river of love Sex flute… The water of the river of love, the water of the river of love, don’t let the temperature put you off. It’s hot hot hot inside this water. The water of the river of love The water of the river of love The water of the river of love Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh This mystic music fills me up Flowing on like a river, I just can’t get enough - enough of that stuff. The water of the river of love... The water of the river of love Sex Flute... The water of the river of love Sex Flute... Ooooohhh I mean, that was a cowboy! And now the rivers filling up…. Filling up…. filling up…. And now the rivers filling up…. Filling up…. filling up…. Ahhhhhhhhh
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The Ferris wheel was going round and round. There were jesters, there were clowns. An ancient artefact on a mound you found. Violently sick upon the ground. Chaos in the pig sty makes me wanna cry, Chaos in the pig sty makes me wonder why, Chaos in the pig sty makes me wanna cry, Chaos in the pig sty makes me wanna die. Transmitted in a psychic way. You never will forget that day. The virus that never went away. For all your fun you will have to pay Chaos in the pig sty makes me wanna cry, Chaos in the pig sty makes me wonder why, Chaos in the pig sty makes me wanna cry, Chaos in the pig sty makes me wanna die. It’s so undignified.... It’s so undignified.... It’s so undignified.... It’s so undignified.... We’re supposed to be the intelligent ones We’re supposed to be the ones with the brains We’re supposed to be the intelligent ones We’re supposed to be the ones with the brains So swipe away, swipe away, swipe away your troubles. Swipe away, swipe away, swipe away your troubles. Swipe away, swipe away, swipe away your troubles. Swipe away, swipe away, swipe away your troubles.
12.
Look beyond yourself All you see is me You have your ideas and you’re own philosophy Caged inside yourself thinking you are free Don’t kid yourself that you have your own identity Narcissistic dipstick Putting on your lipstick Self obsessive wally Made up like a dolly Sacrifice your body Walk your border colly I’m the main character you’re the main character I’m the main character you’re the main character I’m the main character you’re the main character I’m the main character you’re the main character Look into the mirror Deep into your liver Follow your own waterfall, follow your own river Throw a penny in the well, dreams won’t be delivered Carve your name into a tree, you won’t see it through the blizzard Narcissistic dipstick Putting on your lipstick Self obsessive wally Made up like a dolly Looking out your pram while you push your shopping trolley
13.
Pam a lorry driver, Split Ends her daughter. We have our disagreements but basically love each other She doesn’t have a brother yet, until I shag another git. I don’t like her smoking fags, she doesn’t like me having sex I put her dirty clothes in dust bin bags She weed in the tea mug of my ex, she weed in the tea mug of my ex Split Ends the daughter, Pam a lorry driver, the mother We have our disagreements but basically love each other Until she shags another a git, I do not have a brother yet She doesn’t like me having sex, I don’t like her smoking fags I weed in the tea mug of her ex She put my dirty clothes in dust bin bags, she put my clothes in bags. Constant laundry, aching back, sleepless nights, tyrant dictator, what has happened to my rights? Pam a lorry driver, Split Ends her daughter. We have our disagreements but basically love each other She doesn’t have a brother yet, unless I shag another git. I don’t like her smoking fags, she doesn’t like me having sex I put her dirty clothes in dust bin bags She weed in the tea mug of my ex, she weed in the tea mug of my ex Split Ends the daughter, Pam a lorry driver the mother We have our disagreements but basically love each other Until she shags another a git, I do not have a brother yet She doesn’t like me having sex, I don’t like her smoking fags I weed in the tea mug of her ex She put my dirty clothes in dust bin bags, she put my clothes in bags. Constant laundry, aching back, sleepless nights, tyrant dictator, what has happened to my rights? Spotless bathtub, spotless floor, spotless sink… that’s the chorus what do you think of it? Red lorry, yellow lorry, a green one a blue one. Constant laundry, aching back, sleepless nights, tyrant dictator, what has happened to my rights? Constant laundry, aching back, sleepless nights, tyrant dictator, what has happened to my rights?
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In the deep dark depths of your mind you will find... In the deep dark depths of your mind you will find... In the deep dark depths of your mind you will find... In the deep dark depths of your mind you will find... A man with a one track mind, a man with a one track mind, a man with a one track mind, a man with a one track mind. In the deep dark depths of your mind you will find... In the deep dark depths of your mind you will find... In the deep dark depths of your mind you will find... In the deep dark depths of your mind you will find... A man with a one track mind, a man with a one track mind, a man with a one track mind, a man with a one track mind. He’s coming into the room, moving everything around You can’t see him, can’t touch him. You can’t stop him. He’s coming into the room, moving everything around You can’t see him, can’t touch him. You can’t stop him. He’s coming into the room, moving everything around You can’t see him, can’t touch him. You can’t stop him. He’s coming into the room, moving everything around You can’t see him, can’t touch him. You can’t stop him. You ever find...? Put something into a draw, turn around It ain’t there no more? You ever find...? Put something into a draw, turn around It ain’t there no more? A man with a one track mind, a man with a one track mind, a man with a one track mind, a man with a one track mind. Hey! That belongs to me buster! I don’t trust ya. Hey! That belongs to me buster! I don’t trust ya. Hey! That belongs to me buster! I don’t trust ya. Hey! That belongs to me buster! I don’t trust ya. The man that’s the ghost of your father The man that’s the ghost of your mother The man that’s the ghost of your brother The man that’s the ghost of your sister The man that’s the ghost of your kitty The man that’s the ghost of your doggy The man that’s the ghost of your boyfriend The man that’s the ghost of your girlfriend (sung over the top): He will take away your sanity He’ll take away your time He’ll take away your dignity He’ll take away your mind
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Welcome to the chalice of sugar Doing things your own way, I make music like the way I want People get happy when they listen to my music When they listen to the chalice The chalice of sugar chalice of sugar The chalice of sugar chalice of sugar The chalice of sugar chalice of sugar The chalice of sugar chalice of sugar Doing things your own way, your own way Travelling around seeing places Seeing people I don’t want to be isolated I don’t want to be bored. Bored. TRUMPET!! The chalice of sugar chalice of sugar The chalice of sugar chalice of sugar The chalice of sugar chalice of sugar The chalice of sugar chalice of sugar The chalice of sugar chalice of sugar The chalice of sugar chalice of sugar
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The paths are made from glass and the grass is made from crystal Opals fall in moon beams, The flowers stand up regal A holy light is filtering, everything you see Futuristic rose trellis, divide the fear in me This is the view from behind the futuristic rose trellis what can you see, We are one, we are two, we are one, two, three, Come forth from the crowd what can you see. This is the view from behind the futuristic rose trellis what can you see, We are one, we are two, we are one, two, three, Come forth from the crowd what can you see. Diamonds gleam across the sky, the water plays its mirror The sound of bird song fills your ears, the air is getting thinner Oh mountains are you sleeping now? Can you give a home to me? Futuristic rose trellis, the gate of misery This is the view from behind the futuristic rose trellis what can you see, We are one, we are two, we are one, two, three, Come forth from the crowd what can you see. This is the view from behind the futuristic rose trellis what can you see, We are one, we are two, we are one, two, three, Come forth from the crowd what can you see.

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Sound track to the alt-Opera THE VIEW FROM BEHIND THE FUTURISTIC ROSE TRELLIS

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released September 2, 2019

Produced by Ravioli Me Away and Tom Hirst

Track 13 written by Ben Wallers.

Recorded at Wysing Arts Centre, Cambridge 2017.

Engineered by Charlotte Poulet.

Tracks 03, 09, 11, 14 recorded at Soundsavers, London 2018.

Engineered by Mark Jasper 2018.

Mastered by Jamie Greer, Glasgow.

Album artwork by Adam Sinclair, Jack Barraclough, Stefan Sadler and Ravioli Me Away

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Ravioli Me Away’s high energy, genre-bending and delusional jazzy-post-pop-punk-hip-funk sound with stylistically erratic motifs span all-known past, present and future human cultures and sub-cultures. This is social realism soaked through with a heady dose of fantasy, idiosyncratic poetics, keyboard flurries and vocal vicissitudes. Ravioli Me Away are Sian Dorrer, Rosie Ridgway & Alice Theobald. ... more

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