The Infatuation Suite

by Charlotte Repton

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I have been threatening to record this for over a year now, almost from the day I bought my first ukulele and wrote my first song on it: This Might Be Your Song. I present it as a debut EP. I hope you enjoy it.
Listen to the individual tracks for free, or download the album for £3 and receive a special bonus mix of This Might Be Your Song.

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released December 30, 2013

Words, music, ukulele, vocals: Charlotte Repton
Recording and production: Jerry Akehurst
Album artwork: James Lamont.
Special thanks to a multitude of Nerdfighters and internet friends.

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Track Name: This Might Be Your Song
{C F Em F} x2
I wrote you a song (C)
I've penned a few words (F)
The sentiment's basic (Em)
If a little absurd (F)
I know you're like me
Always wanted a song
So here it is
Sorry it took me so long

This song is for you (C)
To sing or to play (C7)
I hope that it brightens (Dm)
Your dreariest day (Fadd9)
Because I'm your friend (C)
Or I just want to say 'hi' (C7)
Or you seem a bit off (Dm)
Delete what doesn't apply (add7)

I'm sorry you're ill
I'm glad that you're well
You've lost or gained weight
But I really can't tell
I wish we could talk more
But what would we say
Elton sang it first
But not to you, I'm afraid

This song is for you
To sing or to play
I hope that it brightens
Your dreariest day
Because I'm your friend
Or I just want to say 'hi'
Or you seem a bit off
Delete what doesn't apply

So you say your heart is broken, (D)
tell me it's not true (F C6)
Well I've got a defibrillator, (D)
or a pot of superglue (F G)

You're one in a million
But you haven't a clue
I hope you know who you are
'Cos the lyrics ring true
I wrote you this song
Won't you sing it with me?
It's not very hard
Try it and see

This song is for you
To sing or to play
I hope that it brightens
Your dreariest day
Because I'm your friend
Or I just want to say 'hi'
Or you seem a bit off
Delete what doesn't apply

This song is for you
I hope that you learn it
However you want
'Cos in my eyes you've earned it
Because I'm your friend
And I just want to say 'hi'
And if you're feeling down
I don't need to know why.
I don't need to know why
Track Name: The Anterior Horn of the Lateral Ventricle
Capo 2
{G D, F C}
Extending into the frontal lobe of my brain
And if it got damaged I wouldn't be quite as sane
Bringing spinal fluid to my dopamine receptors
Without them I would be quite susceptible
To primal urges from memories I can't retain.

{G D, F C}
It's forward of the corpus callosum and above too
The ventricle developed from the telencephalon as I grew
But the anterior horn doesn't have choroid plexuses
It can't make spinal fluid so it draws from the nexus
It imports the protection the emotional section is due
{C7} (All of which is to say my brain makes an effort to love you)

{G D, Em F C5}
The anterior horn of the lateral ventricle
Keeps my forebrain working at its pinnacle
And if I'm sick then give me chloramphenicol
But there's no Neisseria here
You're my favourite source of dopamine my dear

{Em G, D F C5}
Jargon aside
Swallow your pride
We're all just chemicals on the inside
I can abide
The times that you lied
Because you allowed your forebrain to decide.

{G D, Em F C5}
The anterior horn of the lateral ventricle
Keeps my forebrain working at its pinnacle
And if I'm sick then give me chloramphenicol
But there's no Neisseria here
You're my favourite source of dopamine my dear

{G D, Em F C5}
The anterior horn of the lateral ventricle
Keeps my forebrain working at its pinnacle
And if I'm sick then give me chloramphenicol
But there's no Neisseria here
You're my favourite source of dopamine my dear
Track Name: Dear Mr Baynton
Capo 2
{D D F G}
Dear Mr Baynton
I think you're rather swell
Many feel you're handsome and I quite agree as well
Haven't seen every sketch you've been in
But I will have soon
I love every song I've heard you sing
You can't half carry a tune

{D, Cadd9} x2

{D D F G}
Dear Mr Baynton
No, please don't scrawl your sobriquet
I need no autograph or photograph
To prove it if we met
Now I don't want you to think
I'm just another obsessed fan
{Bb}
But I'd like to convey
{C}
My utter admiration
For such an outstanding man

{D, Cadd9} x2

{Bb C}
But I get this urge to write to you
And maybe we could chat
You send me an at-reply
And say that I can call you
Say that I can call you Mat

{D, Cadd9} x2

{D D F G}
Dear Mr Baynton
I simply adored your E.P.
And I think that Mrs. Winchester
Might have approved of me
'Cos I don't want your babies
And don't track you on foursquare
And I didn't pay a hundred pounds
Just for a lock of your hair

{D, Cadd9} x2

{D D F G}
I don't collect the tea-bags from
Your empty cups of tea
And I definitely don't play out our marriage on Sims 3
I saw that creep at the bus-stop
Watching you in the rain
{Bb}
But no need to report it
{C}
'Cos I've got it sorted
They won't bother you again.

{D, Cadd9} x2

{Bb C}
But I get this urge to write to you
And maybe you'll reply
A verbal commendation or
Some contact information
Is what I hope you will supply

{D, Cadd9} x2
{D D F G} x3
{Bb C}x3
{D, Cadd9} x2

{Bb C}
But I get this urge to write to you and maybe you'll reply
A verbal commendation's what I'm hoping you'll supply
I get this urge to write to you and maybe we could chat
You send me an at-reply and say that I can call you
Say that I can call you Mat.
Track Name: Clockwork Heart
{E B E B}
A clockwork heart is a very good start
{E B A}
And a very romantic notion
{E B E B}
But clockwork parts have a delicate art
{E B A}
And blood tends to hinder their motion
{A E A E}
The cogs will clot, the wheels will stop
{A E B}
And it'll cause quite a commotion
{E B E B}
When the rust starts to stick and the ticker won't tick
{E B A}
Is it really worth such devotion?

{D A}
You seem to have run out of love again, I fear
{Fm}
Can I wind that
{E}
up again for you
{A}
dear?

{E B E B}
A clockwork heart will fall apart
{E B A}
At the very first mention of romance
{E B E B}
Should the need arise, it will not recognise
{E B A}
Even the plainest advance
{A E A E}
With the right engineer I'm sure you could steer
{A E B}
Your way to having it enhanced
{E B E B}
But a flesh-and-blood heart rarely needs a restart
{E B A}
And is far more easily financed.

{D A}
You seem to have run out of love again, I fear
{D A}
Can I wind that up again for you dear?
{D A}
Have you suffered from another broken gear?
{Fm} Can I wind that
{A} up again for you?
{Fm} Can I wind that
{A} up again for you?
{Fm} Can I wind that
{E} up again for you?
{A} dear?
Track Name: Alley Creepin'
Capo 3
{Fm Cm D#9 Cm}
They repealed the Bloody Code
So there's no bodies to be sold
To the medical school supply
A lecturer would pay, it's known
A clever man might find his own
{Bbm C}
And sell it to the sawbones on the sly

{Fm Cm D#9 Cm}
It started at the inn we keep
A lodger there died in his sleep
And bills needed paying, of course
Well no-one there would know his name,
And you know it'd be a shame
{Bbm C}
To bury such a valuable corpse.

{Fm Cm D#9 Cm}
It's wrong, it's right
It's black and it's white
{Fm C#+7+5 Bbm C}
We're creeping through the alleys
In the dead of the night
{Fm Cm D#9 Cm}
We'd stop, if we could,
But the money's so good
{Fm D#9 D#9 Fm}
It won't be long before the stiffs
Are dying of fright
{Bbm Cm, Cm D#9 Fm}
No, it won't be long before the stiffs are dying of fright!

{Fm Cm D#9 Cm}
We went and knocked on Knox's door
He gave us 7-pounds-ten for
A body to dissect in the lab
Another tenant's fallen sick
Some whiskey ought to do the trick
{Bbm C}
To help her on her way to the slab

{Fm Cm D#9 Cm}
No more tenants getting ill
How're we gonna pay the bills?
Working isn't really our style.
To rob from graves we're not inclined -
Though punishment is just a fine -
{Bbm C}
We don't find the labour worthwhile.

{Fm Cm D#9 Cm}
It's wrong, it's right
It's black and it's white
{Fm C#+7+5 Bbm C}
We're creeping through the alleys
In the dead of the night
{Fm Cm D#9 Cm}
We'd stop, if we could,
But the money's so good
{Fm D#9 D#9 Fm}
It won't be long before the stiffs
Are dying of fright
{Bbm Cm, Cm D#9 Fm}
No, it won't be long before the stiffs are dying of fright!

{Fm Cm D#9 Cm}
{D#9 Cm D#9 Cm}

{Fm Cm D#9 Cm}
The bodies started piling in
The doc' doesn't suspect a thing
He never asks us where we've been
Perhaps he doesn't care
{Fm Cm D#9, Bbm C}
So go and fetch your knife my friend
The good fortunes will never end
At least until they apprehend
Mr Burke and Mr Hare

{Fm Cm D#9 Cm}
{D#9 Cm D#9 Cm}

It's wrong, it's right
It's black and it's white
We're creeping through the alleys
In the dead of the night
We'd stop, if we could,
But the money's so good
It won't be long before the stiffs
Are dying of fright
No, it won't be long before the stiffs are dying of fright!

It's wrong, it's right
It's black and it's white
We're creeping through the alleys
In the dead of the night
We'd stop, if we could,
But the money's so good
It won't be long before the stiffs
Are dying of fright
No, it won't be long before the stiffs are dying of fright!
Track Name: File Under I
Capo 4
{Em A}
Take me out of my mind
Smile in my photographs
I've been so down
{Em A C}
I forgot I used to own this town
I forgot I used to own this town
{F}
I forgot I used to own this

I've gotta reclaim this place
Before the strangers move in
But the chicken soup makes me sicker
And I don't know where to begin
Did I ever really know you?
You seem to have gone before you got in
You say acedia's not evil it's just a
Minor cardinal sin
It's just a minor cardial sin
It's just a myocardial

{Em A} x3 {Em F}
I'll prob'bly hate it in the morning
I'll have forgotten by the evening time

{C Em G B}
It's hard to bear a grudge you can't remember
{Em C G B}
It's hard to hate a man you don't recall
{Em C G B}
But I know it'll still be mid-September
{Em C G B}
Before I feel I'm back on top of it all

Try on all my clothes
Nothing fits for more than a week
They won't stop digging the roads up
And the pipes have started to leak
We are standing in the doorways
We are huddled from the rain
We used to love this weather and I know
We can love it again
Yeah, I know
We can love it again
Oh, we can love again

I'll prob'bly hate it in the morning
I'll have forgotten by the evening time

It's hard to bear a grudge you can't remember
It's hard to hate a man you don't recall
But I know it'll still be mid-September
Before I feel I'm back on top
Before I feel I'm back on top
Before I feel I'm back on top
Of it all.