Backyard Novelties

by Vic Anselmo

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released April 26, 2016

Vic Anselmo - vocals and piano
Gijs Coolen - keyboards and samples
Rob Snijders - drums on Mother Stands for Comfort

Produced, engineered and mixed by Gijs Coolen
Mastered by Jacques de Haard

Recorded in 2016 at The Aguarium

Cover design by Pascal "Daghostprod" Cataye (www.daghostprod.com)
Photography by Alexander Trinitatov (www.fotoninja.lv)

(P) & (C) 2016 Agua Recordings / Vic Anselmo

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Vic Anselmo Germany

Vic Anselmo is a Latvian-born singer and songwriter living in Bochum, Germany.
Her stunning voice and gifted songwriting skills have made Vic Anselmo a notable alternative artist. Her sensual songs reflect the dynamics of her emotions.
Vic is an impressive performer and a charismatic presence on stage.
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Track Name: Horizon
I´ve built this place, but it won´t last forever
Ruined with the next upcoming storm
Then I´ll forget and put remains together
Until another sign
Darkens up my mind

I would walk on the horizon turning to red...
Can´t you see a new sun rising? Time to regret....
I would walk on the horizon turning to black....
Can´t you see a new moon rising? Time to forget....

I´m standing lost at the edge of wasteland
Blind patterns of the past are going round
But though the grief and suffering I am facing....
Destined to go on. I´ll repeat myself once more....

I would walk on the horizon turning to red...
Can´t you see a new sun rising? Time to regret....
I would walk on the horizon turning to black....
Can´t you see a new moon rising? Time to forget...

Create, Caress, Destroy! Love can´t be your joy!
Regret, Forget, Repeat! What an awful deed!
Create, Caress, Destroy! But that´s what you are cursed with....

I would walk on the horizon turning to red...
Can´t you see a new sun rising? Time to regret....
I would walk on the horizon turning to black....
Can´t you see a new moon rising? Time to forget...

Turns to red my regret, turns to black you are dead
Track Name: Beverly
Beverly is a strange little girl
Who finds herself in howling
Beverly cannot find her toy,
She cries out loud for mommy

When Beverly grows from head to her toes
She finds some new destinations
When Beverly grows she turns up her nose
Will it bring her to sensation?

Beverly is a strange little girl, who finds herself in hunting
Beverly lives in her own world, where bills are paid by others
When Beverly grows from head to her toes…

All I can feel is misgiving
What do you do with your life?
All I can feel is misgiving
What do you do with your life?
Oh, Beverly…is a strange little girl…
Poor Beverly… Oh Beverly…
Track Name: Open Wide
Please, let me go home today
A shadow figure´s blocking up my way
„Come inside“, lady in the robe leads me to the door „open wide“

All the pretty nurses´re lying dead
A looney doctor´s crawling up ahead
In his hands: scary metal things, giant dental drills
Open wide, open wide!!
Open wide, open wide!!

Oh, I cannot take it anymore
Savage noises coming from the floor
I´m tied up hard, to the dentist chair, locked up in the cell
Open wide, open wide!
Just open wide! Open wide!!

Lala la lala!
And now where we´ve come to?
Don´t need a toothbrush now!
Dentis pro ludibrium!

Come on now kiddie, just open your goddamn mouth!

In this scary nightmare of my own
I am left to suffer til the dawn
Safe and sound - finally I wake up, whispering aloud - "open wide , open wide..."
Track Name: Mother Stands for Comfort
Music & Lyrics by Kate Bush
(Original track on Kate Bush "Hounds of Love" (c) 1985)

She knows that I've been doing something wrong,
But she won't say anything.
She thinks that I was with my friends yesterday,
But she won't mind me lying,
Because

Mother stands for comfort.
Mother will hide the murderer.

It breaks the cage, and fear escapes and takes possession,
Just like a crowd rioting inside.
Am I the cat that takes the bird?
To her the hunted, not the hunter.

Mother stands for comfort.
Mother will hide the murderer.
Mother hides the madman.
Mother will stay mum.

Mother will hide the murderer.
Mother will stay mum.