Oh suitcases full of blue puppets, save me from the plight
of Little King. No, no uncle, I think it's milk. What what.
I'm still eating beans. Hold it there with the cake jester,
here comes the cream, here comes the cream, Noddy,
Noddy, Noddy. Kill the clock, I'm hearing those I'm
hearing those bells, Noddy. Slap me uncle, you gotta slap
me uncle, I'm hearing bells, you got to bring me to my
feet uncle, my little feet, yeah, I'm doing good and I can
do it again, heh, ooh, ooh, slap me uncle bring me to my little
Feet, what's that rushes through me body thus? Why
It's blood rejoicing in the heart. Heck I've got blood in me
Body, why I'm a woman too, Little King, Little King, Little
King, I'm a woman too. Like Shakespeare I'm a man, just
Like Flipper, just like Rinny-Tinny, Rinny-Tinny. Little King.
Little King. Shot the moon with me broom, hey Micky take
That penny from the sky; the rains falling down just like
Little children racing back to mother.
from Cold and the Crackle,
released October 10, 1987
Russel Bradley : tablas, drums
David Bridie : piano, keyboard, bad edit
Robby Douglas-Turner : vocals, lyrics
Rowan McKinnon : bass
John Phillips : wild guitar
James Southall : congas
NDW's music was haunting, evocative, brooding, sensuous and a million other words that excite people who type for a living.
In record stores, you could usually find NDW filed under ambient or art-rock, ill-fitting labels if ever there were. Though they were often minimalist, they never made background music. Arty by comparison to other acts of the era, but they knocked out some glorious pop tunes....more