Chris Merritt

Saturday 30 April, 2011 at 7:00 am

Stars Uncharted’s first featured artist is Chris Merritt, currently living in NY. Why Chris? Why, it’s only because he’s one of the best artists in the Milky Way (and probably other galaxies as well). A distinctive style, unique melodies, clever song themes, imaginative lyrics and killer piano skills. Seriously, this guy is one of the best things that happened to music in recent years. Listen for yourselves:

The Cult Of Karl

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Lyrics

Lyrics based on the wisdom and ideas of Karl Pilkington.

Nobody likes dying, right, I got a new theory here that makes you young instead,
It’s never been thought of before
So when you’re pushing eighty, right, you call and get the doctor ’round, injection in your head,
Then you go backwards, like,
Eighteen, five, three, now you’ve got the good years right before you’re dying
Now the good years come just when the good years should
That’s why some things never mix, like an old man eating Twix, or an old woman eating pizza

Sort this mess out
We’ve got a set amount of heartbeats we’re given
So please don’t stress me out
A turtle might live slow but he’s livin’

The water keeps rising, right, well how is that surprising?
(well isn’t that basic science?)
All these fish keep getting on and popping out babies, all right
Well everything’s changing, yeah, but everything stays the same there’s nothing left to know
You’re only gonna find out again
But when they can manage finding some new frog that’s happening
All they ever do is ask the same three things:
What can this thing do? What can this thing heal? Will it make a meal?

Sort this mess out
We’ve got a set amount of heartbeats we’re given
So please don’t stress me out
A turtle might live slow but he’s livin’
Sometimes I find
If you’re the elephant man, three-legged man, or even Stephen Merchant
(Freak, just use what you’re given)
You have got a special power
You made it perfectly clear, I’m perfectly sphere, you’re giving me a heart attack
(Freak, just use what you’re given)

Whoa

You’re gonna wrestle with the syndrome, you’re gonna wrestle with the syndrome
You’re gonna wrestle with the syndrome, you’re gonna
The liquor calms him down, the liquor calms him down, the liquor calms him down
The liquor calms him down, the liquor calms him down
You’re gonna wrestle with the syndrome, you’re gonna wrestle with the syndrome
You’re gonna wait until your window, you’re gonna wait until your window
The liquor calms him down, the liquor calms him down, the liquor calms him down
The liquor calms him down, the liquor calms him down
You’re just waiting for the station, you’re just waiting for the station
You’ve got a little war you’re waging
The liquor calms him down, the liquor calms him down, the liquor calms him down
The liquor calms him down, the liquor calms him down
You’re just waiting for the station, you’re just waiting for the station
You got a little war you’re waging
The liquor calm me down, the liquor calm me down, the liquor calm me down
The liquor calm me down, the liquor calm me down

Mmm-mmm

Sort this mess out
We’ve got a set amount of heartbeats we’re given
So please don’t stress me out
A turtle might live slow but he’s livin’
Sometimes I find
If you’re the elephant man, three-legged man, or even Stephen Merchant
(Freak, use what you’ve been given)
You have got a special power
You made it perfectly clear, I’m perfectly sphere, you’re giving me a heart attack
(Freak, use what you’ve been given)

Well, pop up to outer space to see what’s been going on
The moon was just a waste; Neil ain’t even been back

Sarah And The Fabric Of Reality

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Lyrics

Sarah meant a lot to me
Sarah meant a lot to me
Sarah meant a lot to me
But she’s just a freak on a rock out in space
And I’m a brain inside a man
Much too affected by the plan
To ever really understand it
I see through the window of a fish-to-frog
And frog-to-ape
I change my shape
Outside, inside, where’s my God?

Albert meant a lot to me
Hawking meant a lot to me
Dawkins meant a lot to me
But they say Sarah, she ain’t nothing but scum
But I know this to be a lie
‘Cause she can look into the sky
And she can start to understand it
Her brain is a mobile of the sun and moon
Behind her face
Is all of space and time
That’s why, there’s my God

How many million years? what does that mean?
How many billion years? was it fifteen?
Reduce it to nothing but luck
That’s enough time to make anything

Question my soul, unlock my code, dig up my bones, space-time unfold

(spark light quark bright fire mighty charge meet charge matter meet matter heat up cool down star quasar supernova
sun moon planet cell fish shellfish brain mouth eyes legs man fire sing shout fight fire with fire)

A multiversal view is more than Sarah can count cause that’s an infinite amount
And there are infinite types
Does that mean David is right? in at least one or most or all of them
If I’m a spiritual machine, take me back to the green
Hear me, hear me

I want to live forever
Shouldn’t be too long now

Sarah?

Surfin’

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Lyrics

Has the world got you down? Here’s why – ‘cause baby, you can’t understand it all as hard as you try / Plus you’re broke right now, and that doesn’t help

I lay awake at night / I can’t dream with dead dreams / I’m just a loser with a mind, my Carolina

Man is a lamplight in the vacuum of space / You’ll probably die without the answers, Carolina

When I’m filled with dread then I go to a place in my head

Surfin’ and watchin’ the girls go by / Falling asleep on the sand / Wake to the surf washing over my hand

Surfin’ and watchin’ the world go by / Falling asleep on the sand / Wake to the surf washing over my hand

I was a burning sun then I blew myself up and made a home for you to live on, Carolina

Then evolution made you clever and cute and now you’re building a machine that will out-shine ya / My Carolina / My Carolina

There’s no Weinberg or Faust (or Dawkins or ???** or Hitchens or Hawking) when I close my eyes / There’s no cloud in the sky

When I’m surfin’ and watchin’ the girls go by / Falling asleep on the sand / Wake to the surf washing over my hand

Surfin’ and watchin’ the world go by / Falling asleep on the sand / Wake to the surf washing over my hand

Los Angeles:

Lyrics

Wait in line to wait in traffic
Not a single inch of state unturned
Through the yellow light
Let’s keep it moving
Right
Lady, I’m sorry, but I’m pretty sure
No one remembers you as you were

What a filled up world we’re living in, world we’re living in
What a crazy world we’re living in, world we’re living in
Got a million more, we’ll squeeze ‘em in, yeah we’ll get ‘em in
What a crowded world we’re living in, world we’re living in

Lives complete and individual
Just so many minds learning of heartbreak and struggle

Running out of space
Not really, there’s still a waste of vacant Earth
But even late at night
It’s just a blur of red and white light
Angel, I’m sorry, but I’m pretty sure
No one remembers you as you were

What a filled up world we’re living in, world we’re living in
What a crazy world we’re living in, world we’re living in
Pump the freeway full with Ritalin, full with Ritalin
What a crowded world we’re living in, world we’re living in

Lives complete and individual
Just so many minds learning of heartbreak and struggle
If you want me, I’ll be around
Under the roof in the dark, finding a reason
Flying over California
Bio-luminescent beings
Shining like Christmas

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