Chihuahua & Other Ferocious Beasts

by Cherry Head, Cherry Heart

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"Live" acoustic versions of a selections of our songs. No overdubs. A couple of edits. Plenty of mistakes. Dog star courtesy of Erin Johnson Caddell.

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released 10 April 2013
All songs Johnson / Lowe except Dream Cowboy, The Illusionist & Chihuahua - Johnson / Lowe / McIntyre

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Cherry Head, Cherry Heart Redcar, UK

Getting their kicks on the A66, Cherry Head, Cherry Heart tumble down Teesside's dusty backside with an ear to the horizon and their heads in the clouds. Is it Middlesbrough Mariachi? Harmony Y Hartlepool? Or just good ol' Poppa Nova?

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Track Name: Dream Cowboy (Acoustic)
The cracks in your stained glass window
Add another detail to your dismay
And oil puddles filled with rainbows
Just another miracle in your way
As you trudge and you nudge,
Ask the bus queue to budge
To let you rest the weight you carry around
Amidst the mumble so the mid-week mornings
Catch you yawning out familiar sounds

If people hear what they want
then be clear what you want
let out a crystal-clear silver scream
let them hear
what you mean

The creaks and the groans of the same old bones
Incessant ringtones of the mobile phones
As you wait for the joy of a dream cowboy to call
And take you away from it all.

Open the doors to the local saloon
The jukebox long ripped out
So the music of the pumps plays irregular tunes
Between the whispers and occasional shouts
The outlaws and in-laws
With lovebites and coldsores
Make every day a wild west scene
And if "all art is useless" then best start the bidding
'Cos here's a collector's dream

If people get what they deserve
Then hold onto your nerve
No matter how impossible it seems.
Make a bid for your dreams.

The creaks and the groans...

All you ever see is the day ahead
All you ever need these days is your bed
All you ever wanted was a horse to ride
All you ever dreamed as a child has died...

The creaks and the groans...
Track Name: I'm Not The Sun (Acoustic)
I guess I'm not The Sun
Guess I'm not the warmest body out there spinning
And my idea of of fun
Is not just laying back beside you, laughing, grinning

If you can take a hint then take it
If you can catch the next bus I hope you make it

Cos I'm blue, not gold
Not hot hold
Leave you colder than the coldest cold
I'm heavenly, a sight to see
But there's a little known fact about little old me
In spite of all the fires I've begun
I'm not The Sun.

Some people used to think
That I was just revolving round their little world
Another big mistake
Jumping to conclusions when I twist and twirl
Dancing all alone I don't mind it
In a space to call my own
Don't try and find it.

Cos I'm blue, not gold
Not hot hold
Leave you colder than the coldest cold
I'm heavenly, a sight to see
But there's a little known fact about little old me
As hot as sparks inside a gun.
I'm not The Sun.

If you can take a hint ...
Track Name: The Illusionist (Acoustic)
Have I just woken up from the grand illusion?
Forgive me if I am wrong but did reality just intrude?
Have I been incredibly blind,
or too stupid enough to find,
evidence for the very thing that you've just proved?

Have I just seen the old man behind the curtain?
The wizard's robes with the price tag still attached?
Have I just really seen,
How they made the Emerald City green?
Behind the smoke and mirrors have you finally met your match?

So you wanna be the man on the TV
doing tricks nobody believes,
well, nothing you do is ever gonna impress me.
Your smug faced satisfaction
may lead the others to a subtle distraction
But these eyes spied
And broke your spell on me.

You can point your camera at me
but don't expect me to look surprised.
You can play the film backwards in the hope of a happy ending.
Am I wrong or was I right?
Was there a crime committed by candlelight?
I'm finding it hard to believe I was hypnotised.

So you wanna be the man on the TV...
Track Name: Chihuahua (Acoustic)
I'm doing this for my dear, poorly mother.
I've heard it all before.
She was bitten by a rabid chihuahua-wa-wa
I've heard it twenty times or more.
Why bother getting out of bed everyday
when reality is so predictable?
Why breathing in and out I say
When reality is so-so

I've got a big gig at the Albert Hall.
You've got a big gig there every week.
And I don't know how I'm gonna pull it off this time.
I'm pretty sure you'll manage with the smallest of tweaks.
Why bother sleeping when you could stay awake
And reality is so much fun fun fun?!
Why bother working just for working sake?
Keep your money on the run.

It fills your dreams with silver and gold
And a three star wedding paid in full by Hello!
And it makes us weep down deep in our souls.
Our souls...

I'm doing this for my dear, sweet hometown.
We used to be the best of friends.
So throw me a parade when I'm wearing the crown.
Don't think we'll ever see you again.
Why bother coming back to grim, grey streets
When there's diamonds on the soles of your Jimmy Choo shoes?
Why bother bother speaking to the people you meet
If they're not in Who's Who?

It fills your dreams with silver and gold...
Track Name: Sticks and Stones (Acoustic)
If I called you Darlin'...
I'd kick you into touch.
If "baby" ever passed my lips...
That's four letters too much.
Where are all the words that I can use?
To win the heart that you're about to lose.

Oh my little hunnybun.
So sweet it makes me sick.
And if I popped The question?
That's a bubble I would prick.
How can I tell you the way I feel?
Try saying something vaguely real.

Like all these...
Sticks and stones and broken bones and glass and
bricks and phones they will knock your ass if
you can't find a single word
that million baby cupcakes have not heard.

I'll think of something just for you.
Well that would be a start.
A word plucked out of my own head.
Try something from the heart.
A word that will combine my love and lust.
Use artistic license if you must.

How about the goldfish...
Of your septic tank?
My million dollar doughnut?
From the jelly ice cream bank?
A word to make your heart just leap and soar.
Not leave you knocked out cold upon the floor.

Like all these...
Sticks and stones and broken bones and glass and
bricks and phones they will knock your ass if
you can't find a single word
that million sugarpies have not heard.

Cutie pie (cut it)
Sweetchecks (bruise it)
funnyface (smack it)
moonbeam (lose it)
Puppy dog (drown it)
cherry lips (suck it)
baby doll (kill it)

Like all these...
Sticks and stones and broken bones and glass and
bricks and phones they will knock your ass if
you can't find a single word
that million coochycoos have not heard.

If I called you darlin'
I'd say it was the drink.
If "baby" ever crossed my lips?
I'd say "What does your wife think?"