With the aid of guitar, mellotron instruments, and quite a bit of Ableton splicing, the first of hopefully half-a-dozen tunes (and accompanying zine) ready in time for an event in October. Basically July in... um... an oyster shell.

[Chorus] Oh no, it’s lung oyster season

I’m sick, yay lung oyster season

I don’t want, lung oyster season

Again

Heater going, stuck at home

Feel and hear my breath bubble and foam

Until another oyster comes loose

And gets dredged up

Brain just about dead

Mucus clogging nostrils lungs and head

Roll to the edge of bed

Spit another one up

[chorus]

I want to sleep

But up my windpipe the oysters creep

Waking me before I choke

I could just weep

The coughing causes me pain

Cough so hard it causes muscle strain

It hurts when I cough or laugh

or breathe

[Chorus]

Invite the walrus and carpenter to tea

Eat up lads! The oysters are on me

Fresh today, I dredged

Them up myself (without my consent)

God make the season end

I need to get on the mend

These oysters are driving me

Round the bed