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Super 8
05:25
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When I walked into the gallery and I saw your Super 8
I wanted to go back to all the places we'd found great
All the bars and all the clubs and the discotheques and stuff
Where we'd really got to know one other, where we'd fallen in love
And down among the trees, at the farthest point from here
We'd so enjoyed the sunshine, though we lived in constant fear
That everything we knew and loved just teetered on the brink
There was nothing we could do we knew, however hard we'd think
We tried cure and cure and cure but nothing seemed to work
While others thought all was ok, they could not know what lurked
How everything was turning black and nothing could be done
We could not see beyond the clouds, we could not see the sun
And then one day we'd had enough and we called that day a day
And though we knew it would be tough, we kinda knew we'd be ok
For in the long run all's for naught and nothing's left to say
And all we're really looking for is another happy day
I thought that might be what I'd found when I saw your Super 8
But I knew way down deep inside I'd lost everything that's great
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I have lost my spark, I don't know where it's gone
Tomorrow and today, nothing much to say
And no-one listens anyway
So tell me what's the point, to work, to toil
Who takes the spoils, not you, not me
And no-one listens anyway, no-one listens anyway
I am in the dark, there's nowhere left to run
The sorrow and the pain and everything's in vain
I think I'm going insane
So tell me what's the point, to work, to toil
Who takes the spoils, not you, not me
And no-one listens anyway, no-one listens anyway
I'm walking in the park, the lights have all gone out
I cannot find my way, I can't face another day
I think I'm going insane
So tell me what's the point, to work, to toil
Who takes the spoils, not you, not me
And no-one listens anyway, no-one listens anyway
I have lost my spark, I don't know where it's gone
Tomorrow and today, nothing much to say
And no-one listens anyway
I am in the dark, there's nowhere left to run
The sorrow and the pain and everything's in vain
I think I'm going insane
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No Last Tilt
03:57
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My page is blank, my pen is dry
No one to thank, my smile is wry
And nothing matters; sit in the dark
As the thought-train scatters, I have not made my mark
But life goes on, as it always must
Conclusion drawn, it's dust to dust
We feed the flowers, across the years
Hard to recall, the crocodile tears
The empty table, the water spilt
The game is gone, there's no last tilt
But life goes on, as it always must
Conclusion drawn, it's dust to dust
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Break the Ice Around Us
04:08
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A dance for those who play the game, whose hearts have turned to ice
And no one knows the real real name, and no-one knows the price
Give us one chance and our hearts will dance, and break the ice around us
You and I will dance so free, baby this was meant to be
Take my hand we’ll break the ice around us
A chance for those who play the game, whose hearts can hide a secret
And we all know who is to blame but deep down dare not speak it
Give us one chance and our hearts will dance and break the ice around us
You and I will dance so free, baby this was meant to be
Take my hand we’ll break the ice around us
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He was working on a painting when the first World War broke out
In the painting was a novel, “The Revenge for Love“
But the book was not connected, to the artwork that he made
A scene from the 1500s and this is what you see
Not “The Surrender of Barcelona”, but “The Surrender of Breda”
Not “The Surrender of Barcelona”, but “The Surrender of Breda”
He was born in Nova Scotia, upon his father's yacht
His father was a rich American, and his mother came from England
They split in eighteen ninety three and his mother returned to England
She took him back home with her and there he studied art
He travelled throughout Europe before settling down in Paris
In '08 he returned to London, and there he wrote and painted
He founded the Vorticist movement; edited their Blast magazine
The World War broke the movement, and took him to the front
Calling down the batteries, and their fiery mass destruction
War artist for the Brits, war artist for the Canucks
From this “A Battery Shelled”, and from this too came “Guns”
And he wrote many novels and essays, until nineteen fifty seven
Fell out with the Bloomsbury Set, and turned then to the Cube
At “The Cave of the Golden Calf”, the Avant Garde and night club
And that was back in Heddon Street, before the rise of Ziggy Stardust
Then he moved into Abstraction, while influenced by Nietzsche
Fell out with the Omega Workshops, on work for the Ideal Home
Became the “Enemy of the Stars”, a precursor to Beckett
He was at “The Penguin Club”, in nineteen seventeen
His first book “Tarr” was published, in nineteen eighteen
“Blasting, Bombardiering”, took him up to twenty six.
And then “Tyros and Writing” took him up to twenty nine
His career was as an artist, satirising the new Epoch
Plastic art in our time, that became a theme
In the thirties he was writing, separated from the Garde
Was loathe to be a vehicle, for pernicious idealogues
“The Art of Being Ruled”; and “Time and Western Man”
Critiquing Pound and Joyce and moving into fiction
He coined “The Apes of God”; He attacked the Sitwells
“The Revenge for Love”; and the Spanish Civil War
“The Surrender of Barcelona”, thirty four to thirty seven
“The Surrender of Barcelona”, thirty four to thirty seven
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The truck pulled up
As I was walking at the side of the road
The men got out
They approached me with their guns
They asked to see my papers
They asked me who I was
Their questions came too fast
I couldn't understand
Can I speak to one of you
Was the only thing I said
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Here Again
03:37
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Thirteen years since then have gone and time to write the story
Now all my good old friends have gone and not a hint of glory
Escape everyday by volunteer, post summers spent abroad
At nineteen to the continent, at nineteen back abroad
All that's simple, all that's happy, all that's strong
I know that he is here again with me
Two years on we hadn’t moved and writing was my passport
Till pierced by shrapnel in the chest and taken by the transport
Kin were advised that I had died, I wrote to give the truth
While many friends indeed had died, I'd made it through my youth
All that's simple, all that's happy, all that's strong
I know that he is here again with me
Here again
I hear the bark of a friendly dog, I feel the bark of a friendly oak
I hear his voice within the stream, I see his face within the smoke
The birdsong cheers, the flowers buoy, a strong and simple happy joy
Across the wood and in a while, I will feel his loving smile
All that's simple, all that's happy, all that's strong
I know that he is here again with me
All that's simple, all that's happy, all that's strong
I know that he is here again with me
Here again
Here again
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Wonderful Out Here
03:19
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We got wonderful news, It's a wonderful day
We got the all clear ok
Now we can move on, Start a new day
We got the all clear ok
The waiting's over and we thank our lucky stars
We head out to the bar
It's the first drink in a year
And it tastes so very beautiful
The future's looking clear
It's wonderful out here
The kids don't know it, They never ever knew it
Cos we kept it to ourselves
All the preparations, Now unneeded
And it's back into the world
The waiting's over and we thank our lucky stars
We head out to the bar
It's the first laugh in a year
And it sounds so very beautiful
The future's looking clear
It's wonderful out here
It's the first drink in a year
And it tastes so very beautiful
The future's looking clear
It's wonderful out here
It's the first time in a year
And it feels so very beautiful
The future's looking clear
It's wonderful out here
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Beautiful Thing
03:02
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You are a beautiful thing
We have such beautiful fun
I like your beautiful face
You like my beautiful gun
We move with beautiful grace
We ride a beautiful wave
We die a beautiful death
One last beautiful breath
Spilt blood on our beautiful skin
No one knows where we have been
Till they find what we have done
Beautiful people beautiful gun
All the way down the beautiful road
Nothing to lose nothing to show
We live the beautiful life
We die the beautiful death
You for me and me for you
It comes to this it has to do
Nothing to say nothing to sing
We are the beautiful thing
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Fallen
04:50
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I thought it would be so easy
Because I was so good
But you're not obliged to love everything
When it's all a bit abstract
The story's in my head
It's just not on the page
The Emperor was dramatic
Reigning on his stage
He got too big, he got too big
And his dreams were just his dreams
So I'm bringing him right back down
Right back down to Earth
The Kingdom now has fallen
This is that fall from grace
He's fallen at that first first hurdle
So works the witch's curse
And so I'm not the best I know
Even though you know I'm good
I bet you wish you'd never asked
Although I knew you would
And so it's really all just me
And my big imagination
I'm having fun, I'm playing with stuff
An enjoyable situation
It'll sometimes clash, it may not fit
It may not go together
But the same applies for my blue music
And the vocal on "The Curse"
Now don't you steal or change this round
Don't take it for your own
Cos I'm still working to make it better
And I'm working all alone
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Talk the Talk
05:17
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Talk the talk, drive the car
Arrange the wake, take me far
Enjoy the fun, keep the change
Feel the burn, make me strange
Watch the film, see the lights
Peel the paint, take the fight
Feed the flesh, push the line
Drink the drink, make me mine
Light the cake, burn the dome
Heal the fake, take me home
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We drove
Out along the coast road
We saw deer on the headland
The white
Red roofed villas
Patches of forest
And the ocean oh so blue
The tide
Was out
And the sand
So golden on the edge of the beach
We drove
Through the town
Passing down the coast
Across the rolling country
And up
Into the mountains
We went over
And the road stretched out ahead
I glanced
At my watch
It was time
To go back
And I knocked on the glass
And I asked the driver
“Please turn around”
Back at the hotel
Where we stayed
Close to St John
We stopped the car
And I got out
And the man
Carried the bags
To the door as I stood at reception
I’ll see you around
Don’t worry about the money
I’ll see you around
And I waved to the car
I'll see you around
Don’t worry about the money
I’ll see you around
And I waved to the car
As you drove off
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Your smiling face
The way you talk
I love your face and the way you walk
Your pale blue eyes
Your golden skin
You light my skies and you draw me in
It makes me smile when I think of you
It makes me smile when I think of you
Your shining grace
The way you smile
You let me in every once in a while
It makes me smile when I think of you
It makes me smile when I think of you
Happy is the way that everyone is meant to be
Happy is the way that I feel whenever you're with me
Happy is the way that everyone is meant to be
Happy is the way that I feel whenever you're with me
Happy is the way that everyone is meant to be
Happy is the way that I feel whenever you're with me
Happy is the way that everyone is meant to be
Happy is the way that I feel whenever you're with me
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I was driving in my car, when the engine stopped
But I was too far away to get home
Broken down at the foot of a hill
With unknown assailants moving in for the kill
Far away, far from home
Then I woke up in my bed, I still had a feeling of uncertain dread
But I got up and made a start to the day,
The only thing I know for sure is I'm
Underground like Doug McClure and I'm so, so far away
I'm so far away
I was sitting in a bar when a fight broke out
But I was too far away to get home
Broken chairs crashing 'cross my head
And I'm feeling pretty sure I'm going to wind up dead
Far away, far from home
Then I woke up in my bed, I still had a feeling of uncertain dread
But I got up and made a start to the day,
The only thing I know for sure is I'm
Underground like Doug McClure and I'm so, so far away
I'm so far away
I was flying a one-engine plane, when I got that strange feeling once again
I'd flown too far away to get home
Fuel gauge reading empty and propeller failing
I jumped out of the plane with both arms flailing
I'd flown too far away to get home
Then I woke up in my bed, I still had a feeling of uncertain dread
But I got up and made a start to the day,
The only thing I know for sure is I'm
Underground like Doug McClure and I'm so, so far away
I'm so far away
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15. |
Around the World
03:40
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Everyone around the world, all the boys and all the girls
Must have a pair of dancing shoes (let's dance) and pay no heed to the daily news
So get together boys and girls and beat the freaks around the world
And don't accept the way things are, there's a better way than hitting the bar
Read the books and believe the science, everyone's welcome in the rebel alliance
Don't let's fuck the world so badly, things don't have to end so sadly
Another world's light years away, we need to sort this out today
So fuck the old fucks and let them know, the boys and the girls are running the show
Nothing they can do will ever stop us, we must form a brand new caucus
And dance our way to the seats of power and watch the old fucks bow and cower
This is how it's going to be, fuck the old fucks and make them see
This is how it's going to be, fuck the old fucks and make them see
Yeah
This is how it's going to be, fuck the old fucks and make them see
Yeah
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16. |
Crack a Smile
10:48
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I can't believe the things you tell me are so true that you could tell me
and no smile would even crack upon your face
Because you left the car there burning when you took the third wrong turning
and you set fire to the Chevy post the chase
And the bank was just exploding from the dynamite you're holding
And the bags of cash were falling from the car
But you left me standing waiting at the spot where I'd been waiting
And you never even tried to reach the bar
And when we finally hit the hideout and the horses came to ride out
And the sky above was filling up with stars
And the sirens they were calling and our hopes they were a-falling
And the chances were as good as life on Mars
I just tried to do the talking whereas you just kept on walking
There was nothing left to say between us then
So I took my faithful cheque book and I started with a left hook
But you dodged the punch and snapped my favourite pen
And the pets ran out to greet us just like Jesse James the foetus
And you shot me in the back with my own gun
But I lived to tell the tale and they let you out on bail
And we both had a rocket full of fun
And the ladies they were lovely and the songs were all by Whitney
As they draped themselves around us as we ate
We were covered in the money and we dined on milk and honey
But I realised that none of this was great
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Cloudland Blue Quartet Edinburgh, UK
A quartet in name only, initially influenced by Fripp & Eno's "No Pussyfooting" and The Velvet Underground's debut, songwriter & soundscaper David Reilly started musicking in 1977 by creating drones using sellotape on the keys of his dad's Bontempi Organ. The subsequent junk shop purchases of an electric guitar & fuzzbox and the acquisition of an old Beatles songbook, led him into songwriting... ... more
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