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Monday, December 5, 2011

Teaching "Man Gave Names To All The Animals" (Bob Dylan cover)

A while ago a friend and I organized a summer learning course for kids (aged 5 to 8) called "Adventures in the English Language".
I took it upon myself to pick out a couple of children's songs and arrange them for guitar, so that we would all sing them together.
The kids enjoyed these so much I decided to record what I had come up with (at the end of the course each received my cd along with the lyrics printed out).

This was the piece they enjoyed the most! At first my colleague and I started by laying pictures and stuffed animals on the tatami in front of the kids (we were in a karate club), and after they got all the names, they started to hum, some shyly, others with confidence.
Eventually they got the whole song, and the chorus really came to life.

So, here is my humble recording of this masterpiece by Bob Dylan:

Man Gave Names

Enjoy.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Ilko Birov - A Bearable Lightness of Seeing (first take)

The Link to Soundcloud

I used to be myself
Would not be no-one else
And now I wake up, look at where
I stand

Can not get peace of mind
Ecstatic all the time
Stepped on a banana
Peel today

And you're the one to blame
For absolutely nothing
And everything all the same

And you're the one to blame
For instilling fear and trembling
Where there's nothing left but
Hopeless despair

Take back the fiery calls
All sacrifices stalled
There is no time to fool
About

Most relationships
Are flawed
Lamp-post lovers seem to
Know it all
So play it again

Put it away
And play it again


Me on Reverbnation

Friday, November 4, 2011

You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go

I’ve seen love go by my door
It’s never been this close before
Never been so easy or so slow
Been shooting in the dark too long
When somethin’s not right it’s wrong
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go

Dragon clouds so high above
I’ve only known careless love
It’s always hit me from below
This time around it’s more correct
Right on target, so direct
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go

Purple clover, Queen Anne’s Lace
Crimson hair across your face
You could make me cry if you don’t know
Can’t remember what I was thinkin’ of
You might be spoilin’ me too much, love
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go

Flowers on the hillside, bloomin’ crazy
Crickets talkin’ back and forth in rhyme
Blue river runnin’ slow and lazy
I could stay with you forever and never realize the time

Situations have ended sad
Relationships have all been bad
Mine’ve been like Verlaine’s and Rimbaud
But there’s no way I can compare
All those scenes to this affair
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go

Yer gonna make me wonder what I’m doin’
Stayin’ far behind without you
Yer gonna make me wonder what I’m sayin’
Yer gonna make me give myself a good talkin’ to

I’ll look for you in old Honolulu
San Francisco, Ashtabula
Yer gonna have to leave me now, I know
But I’ll see you in the sky above
In the tall grass, in the ones I love
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go



Bob Dylan's fifth track off the critically acclaimed Blood on The Tracks, said to be his most mature record.
And one of my favourite songs.








Check out this brilliant jazz version by Madeleine Peyroux













If you'd like to download the original song, click here

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Cash and Dylan

One thing cooler than the Dylan and The Band sessions is surely the Dylan and Cash sessions in February of 1969.


It's election day today in Bulgaria. Here are a couple of amazing recordings to make the day somewhat more exciting. Enjoy






















And without a doubt one of the sweetest songs, and one of my most favourite Dylan tunes, dones here on the Johnny Cash show:





And um, yeah. Go and vote.

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

You and I






don't you worry, there my honey
we might not have any money
but we've got our love to pay the bills

maybe I think you're cute and funny,
maybe I wanna do what bunnies do with you,
if you know what I mean

Oh, let's get rich and buy our parents homes in the South of France
let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters
and teach them how to dance
let's get rich and build our house on a mountain
making everybody look like ants
from way up there, you and I, you and I, you and I,

well you might be a bit confused
and you might be a little bit bruised
but baby how we spoon like no one else
so I will help you read those books
if you will soothe my worried looks
and we will put the lonesome on the shelf

oh lets get rich and buy our parents homes in the South of France
let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters
and teach them how to dance
let's get rich and build our house on a mountain
making everybody look like ants
from way up there you and I, you and I, you and I

oh, lets get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters
and teach them how to dance
let's get rich and build our house on a mountain
making everybody look like ants
from way up there you and I, you and I, you and I

Monday, August 29, 2011

Southpaw

There I was, feeling like a dead cat sprayed upon
the main road. All colours gone now, only paint now
could be worse though, some are born as rats, you know.
I won't moan, no, I won't moan.

Even if the red planet blinds me
it's a sight I'd wish again to see
and it seems nothing else is interesting
as good things go by quickly

Friday, August 12, 2011

Four Letter Word (Demo) - Ilko Birov

Link to Reverbnation


Have you ever loved someone?
Been with them through thick and strong?
Listened to her all day long
Heard of all the good old songs
by other people everywhere
Singing about love

Four letters are in this word
Mix them up and it gets blurred
Say it right and you'll be heard
Say it right and you'll be heard
'Cause everybody wants to know you care
Even if you really aren't there

I flew towards a bridge the other day
I was so joyous that I simply could not stay on the ground beneath my feet
And the cops they came to meet me
One grabbed me by the shirt
Threw me in his car
Took me to a place

Downtown (many times)

So have you ever loved someone?
Been with her through thick and strong?
Listened to her all day long
Heard of all those good old songs
Of other people singing about love

Ilko Birov




A Place They Call The Machine - Ilko Birov

Click to get to Reverbnation


You're here, and I can see, that you're afraind
But don't be
They've got everything you need

It's like a story full of passion
You really feel alive

And you know, you know, you know, you know
you've really got no place to go
(Segregation, yet no crimes, people's tongues, race their minds)
It's just a place they call The Machine

Now, you want some television? Pop-corn or rice?
Perhaps a movie, perhaps two?
Want some television? Pop-corn or mice?

But you know, you know, you know, you know
You've really got nowhere to go
There's segregation, yet no crime, people's tongues, race their mind

That's what they call it, The Machine


humm, humm humm


Ilko Birov

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Elliott Smith's Division Day Give-Away

Happy Birthday, Elliott

Suicide Squeeze blog post


The Drugs Don't Work (Cover)

At the Crossroads

Went down to the crossroads
Had myself a time
Down to the crossroads
Had myself a time
Nobody knew me, thought I was lying

I went down to Rosedale
Took my ride by my side
Went down to Rosedale
Took my ride by my side
Took a lot of thinkin', babe, woo-hoo, my whole life just passed me by

I went down to the crossroads
Tried to flag a ride
Down to the crossroads
Tried to flad a ride
No-body seemed to see me, woo-hoo, everybody passed me by

Been down to the ball park
Ask my friend poor Willie Brown
Down to the ball park
Ask my friend poor Willie Brown
Don't you got a light now, son? Woo-hoo, I believe it's time to go

I went down to the crossroads
Fell down on my knees
Went down to the crossroads
Fell on my bended knees
Begged the Lord above for mercy, woo-hoo, help me if you please

Hey Hey - Big Bill Broonzy

My instrumental rendition of this Big Bill Broonzy song

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

The Book & The Blues Pt. 1







Hey Hey




Dumb






Married with Children





Cocaine Blues





God's Gonna Cut You Down





Before the show :)






More to come

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.


Poems in Two Volumes (1807)
William Wordsworth

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

The Cuckoo

Oh the cuckoo She's a pretty bird
She sings while she flies
She never gets lonesome
Till the first day of July

I've gambled down in England
I've gambled in Spain
It's gambling that's brought me prison
It's gambling that's brought me pain

Jack o' Diamonds, Jack o' Diamonds
I've known you of old
You've robbed my poor pockets
Of silver and of gold

Oh the cuckoo She's a pretty bird
She warbles as she flies
And she never gets lonely
Till the fourth day of July

Stranger lady Stranger lady
Our eyes met once that night
I'll be there at your doorstep
Till the sun is shining bright

I wish I was a poet
An' could write a fine hand
I'd write my love a letter
Lord, she would understand

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Три места

Токио има хора молещи за спасение
В Пловдив говорят за молове и изоставени кина
Студено е малко във Вакнувър


11 март 2011

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Zioso







Page 313 of Cardan's Hieronymi Cardani Mediolensis opera omnia

Cardano















I found lots of information, as well as some texts, but what seems to make most sense is that his first guitar (given to him by his parents when he was 12) was a 1959 Futurama Grazioso




The curve underneath does resemble an i

Check out this website for more: zososymbol


Sunday, March 6, 2011

The Book & The Blues photography

Представянето на книгата По вина на Боби Фишер в Петното на Роршах, на 22 февруари 2011. Снимки от Цвета Атанасова.





























































































































Ivan's blog

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Talkin' John Birch Paranoid Blues




Talkin' John Birch Paranoid Blues

Well, I was feelin’ sad and feelin’ blue
I didn’t know what in the world I wus gonna do
Them Communists they wus comin’ around
They wus in the air
They wus on the ground
They wouldn’t gimme no peace . . .
So I run down most hurriedly
And joined up with the John Birch Society
I got me a secret membership card
And started off a-walkin’ down the road
Yee-hoo, I’m a real John Bircher now!
Look out you Commies!
Now we all agree with Hitler’s views
Although he killed six million Jews
It don’t matter too much that he was a Fascist
At least you can’t say he was a Communist!
That’s to say like if you got a cold you take a shot of malaria
Well, I wus lookin’ everywhere for them gol-darned Reds
I got up in the mornin’ ’n’ looked under my bed
Looked in the sink, behind the door
Looked in the glove compartment of my car
Couldn’t find ’em . . .
I wus lookin’ high an’ low for them Reds everywhere
I wus lookin’ in the sink an’ underneath the chair
I looked way up my chimney hole
I even looked deep down inside my toilet bowl
They got away . . .
Well, I wus sittin’ home alone an’ started to sweat
Figured they wus in my T.V. set
Peeked behind the picture frame
Got a shock from my feet, hittin’ right up in the brain
Them Reds caused it!
I know they did . . . them hard-core ones
Well, I quit my job so I could work all alone
Then I changed my name to Sherlock Holmes
Followed some clues from my detective bag
And discovered they wus red stripes on the American flag!
That ol’ Betsy Ross . . .
Well, I investigated all the books in the library
Ninety percent of ’em gotta be burned away
I investigated all the people that I knowed
Ninety-eight percent of them gotta go
The other two percent are fellow Birchers . . . just like me
Now Eisenhower, he’s a Russian spy
Lincoln, Jefferson and that Roosevelt guy
To my knowledge there’s just one man
That’s really a true American: George Lincoln Rockwell
I know for a fact he hates Commies cus he picketed the movie Exodus
Well, I fin’ly started thinkin’ straight
When I run outa things to investigate
Couldn’t imagine doin’ anything else
So now I’m sittin’ home investigatin’ myself!
Hope I don’t find out anything . . . hmm, great God!


Bob Dylan




I must admit that despite the wild concert performances, I enjoy the non-live version of this song from The Witmark Demos most (and he doesn't even play the harmonica on this one). I've uploaded it for your listening pleasure at Megaupload, here

"I don't know what they're doin' talkin' New York to him"

Check out the history of this classic Dylan song here: click for the article in Wikipedia











And there's nothing wrong with this song

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Musical Moments in Time

"You walk into the room, with a pencil in your hand"








Cinderella, she seems so easy
“It takes one to know one,” she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he’s moaning
“You Belong to Me I Believe”

And someone says, “You’re in the wrong place my friend
You better leave”
And the only sound that’s left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row






"Play it fucking loud"













America

America I've given you all and now I'm nothing.
America two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956.
I can't stand my own mind.
America when will we end the human war?
Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb
I don't feel good don't bother me.
I won't write my poem till I'm in my right mind.
America when will you be angelic?
When will you take off your clothes?
When will you look at yourself through the grave?
When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites?
America why are your libraries full of tears?
America when will you send your eggs to India?
I'm sick of your insane demands.
When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks?
America after all it is you and I who are perfect not the next world.
Your machinery is too much for me.
You made me want to be a saint.
There must be some other way to settle this argument.
Burroughs is in Tangiers I don't think he'll come back it's sinister.
Are you being sinister or is this some form of practical joke?
I'm trying to come to the point.
I refuse to give up my obsession.
America stop pushing I know what I'm doing.
America the plum blossoms are falling.
I haven't read the newspapers for months, everyday somebody goes on trial for
murder.
America I feel sentimental about the Wobblies.
America I used to be a communist when I was a kid and I'm not sorry.
I smoke marijuana every chance I get.
I sit in my house for days on end and stare at the roses in the closet.
When I go to Chinatown I get drunk and never get laid.
My mind is made up there's going to be trouble.
You should have seen me reading Marx.
My psychoanalyst thinks I'm perfectly right.
I won't say the Lord's Prayer.
I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations.
America I still haven't told you what you did to Uncle Max after he came over
from Russia.
I'm addressing you.
Are you going to let our emotional life be run by Time Magazine?
I'm obsessed by Time Magazine.
I read it every week.
Its cover stares at me every time I slink past the corner candystore.
I read it in the basement of the Berkeley Public Library.
It's always telling me about responsibility. Businessmen are serious. Movie
producers are serious. Everybody's serious but me.
It occurs to me that I am America.
I am talking to myself again.
Asia is rising against me.
I haven't got a chinaman's chance.
I'd better consider my national resources.
My national resources consist of two joints of marijuana millions of genitals
an unpublishable private literature that goes 1400 miles and hour and
twentyfivethousand mental institutions.
I say nothing about my prisons nor the millions of underpriviliged who live in
my flowerpots under the light of five hundred suns.
I have abolished the whorehouses of France, Tangiers is the next to go.
My ambition is to be President despite the fact that I'm a Catholic.
America how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood?
I will continue like Henry Ford my strophes are as individual as his
automobiles more so they're all different sexes
America I will sell you strophes $2500 apiece $500 down on your old strophe
America free Tom Mooney
America save the Spanish Loyalists
America Sacco & Vanzetti must not die
America I am the Scottsboro boys.
America when I was seven momma took me to Communist Cell meetings they
sold us garbanzos a handful per ticket a ticket costs a nickel and the
speeches were free everybody was angelic and sentimental about the
workers it was all so sincere you have no idea what a good thing the party
was in 1835 Scott Nearing was a grand old man a real mensch Mother
Bloor made me cry I once saw Israel Amter plain. Everybody must have
been a spy.
America you don're really want to go to war.
America it's them bad Russians.
Them Russians them Russians and them Chinamen. And them Russians.
The Russia wants to eat us alive. The Russia's power mad. She wants to take
our cars from out our garages.
Her wants to grab Chicago. Her needs a Red Reader's Digest. her wants our
auto plants in Siberia. Him big bureaucracy running our fillingstations.
That no good. Ugh. Him makes Indians learn read. Him need big black niggers.
Hah. Her make us all work sixteen hours a day. Help.
America this is quite serious.
America this is the impression I get from looking in the television set.
America is this correct?
I'd better get right down to the job.
It's true I don't want to join the Army or turn lathes in precision parts
factories, I'm nearsighted and psychopathic anyway.
America I'm putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.

Allen Ginsberg

Monday, February 28, 2011

Who Would Think That What Was Needed(?)

A brilliant piece by David Rhodes was featured as a bonus track (track four, to be exact) to Goh Nakamura's Ulysses (http://gohnakamura.com/ulysses/), which I highly recommend hearing. 
This particular song reminded me of the work of Philip Glass for Mishima, only now I have a darker and more disturbing picture before me.

Download it via Megauload Here

Enjoy.

Dark as a Dungeon




Come listen you fellows so young and so fine
And seek not your fortune in the dark dreary mine
It will form as a habit and seep in your soul
'Till the stream of your blood is as black as the coal
It's dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew
Where the danger is double and the pleasures are few
Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines
It's dark as a dungeon way down in the mines
 
It's a-many a man I've seen in my day
Who lived just to labor his whole life away
Like a fiend with his dope and a drunkard his wine
A man will have lust for the lure of the mine
 
The midnight the morning or the middle of the day
It's the same to the miner who labors away
Where the demons of death often come by surprise
One fall of the slate and your buried alive
 
I hope when I'm gone and the ages shall roll
My body will blacken and turn into coal
Then I'll look from the door of my heavenly home
And pity the miner a-digging my bones
 
 
Merle Travis 


Car Song







Brrrm brm brm brm brm brm brm, brrrm b' brrrm,
Brrrm brm brm brm brm brm brrrm b' brrrm,
Brrrm brm brm brm brm brm brrrm b' brrrm.
Brrrm brm brm brm brm brm brrrm.

Take me riding in the car, car;
Take me riding in the car, car;
Take you riding in the car, car;
I'll take you riding in my car.

Click clack, open up the door, girls;
Click clack, open up the door, boys;
Front door, back door, clickety clack,
Take you riding in my car.

Climb, climb, rattle on the front seat;
Spree I spraddle on the backseat;
Turn my key, step on my starter,
Take you riding in my car.

Engine it goes boom, boom;
Engine it goes boom, boom;
Front seat, backseat, boys and girls,
Take you riding in my car.

Trees and the houses walk along;
Trees and the houses walk along;
Truck and a car and a garbage can,
Take you riding in my car.

Ships and the little boars chug along;
Ships and the little boats chug along;
Boom buhbuh boom boom boom buh boom,
Take you riding in my car.

I'm a gonna send you home again;
I'm a gonna send you home again;
Boom, boom, buhbuh boom, rolling home,
Take you riding in my car.

I'm a gonna let You blow the horn;
I'm a gonna let you blow the horn;
A oorah, a oorah, a oogah, oogah,
I'll take you riding in my car.


Woody Guthrie

written for his young daughter and her friends 

Way Over Yonder in the Minor Key





I lived in a place called Okfuskee
And I had a little girl in a holler tree
I said, little girl, it's plain to see
Ain't nobody that can sing like me
Ain't nobody that can sing like me

She said it's hard for me to see
How one little boy got so ugly
Yes my little girly that might be
But there ain't nobody that can sing like me
Ain't nobody that can sing like me

Way over yonder in the minor key
Way over yonder in the minor key
There ain't nobody that can sing like me

We walked down by the Buckeye Creek
To see the frog eat the goggle-eye bee
To hear the west wind whistle to the east
There ain't nobody that can sing like me
Ain't nobody that can sing like me

Oh my little girly will you let me see
Way over yonder where the wind blows free
Nobody can see in our holler tree

And there ain't nobody that can sing like me
Ain't nobody that can sing like me

Way over yonder in the minor key
Way over yonder in the minor key
Ain't nobody that can sing like me

Her mama cut a switch from a cherry tree
And laid it on the she and me,
It stung lots worse than a hive of bees
But there ain't nobody that can sing like me
Ain't nobody that can sing like me

Now I have walked a long long ways
And I still look back to my Tanglewood days
I've led lots of girls since then to stray
Saying ain't nobody that can sing like me
Ain't nobody that can sing like me

Way over yonder in the minor key
Way over yonder in the minor key
Ain't nobody that can sing like me

Ain't nobody that can sing like me 


Woody Guthrie

this was written about his mother


A Magnificent Space Odyssey Experience




Released 30 October 1971 US, 5 November 1971 UK from the album Meddle.
Similar to the Dark Side of the Rainbow effect, some listeners suggested that "Echoes" synchronizes with Stanley Kubrick's 1968 film 2001: A Space Odyssey when played concurrently with the final segment (titled "Jupiter and Beyond the Infinite").

"Echoes" was released three years after the film's production and is 23 minutes and 31 seconds in length, quite similar to the "Infinite" segment. Sound effects in the middle section of the song suggest to some listeners the feeling of travelling through, or flying over, an alien world. The drone vocalizations heard in the final scenes of 2001 seem to match with the discordant bass vibrations in the middle of "Echoes" as well as the choral glissandos of its finale. Some argue that there are moments when the song and film soundtrack are nearly indistinguishable. Another notable link occurs during a change in scene at precisely the moment when guitar and keyboards crescendo as the lyrics re-enter for the final verse. The early lyrics contain references to planets, which seems entirely suitable for the film's depiction of Jupiter and its moons. Adrian Maben re-created this marriage of music and image in his director's cut of Live at Pompeii using CGI.

The members of the band always denied that the synchronization was intentional. Furthermore, the technology to play back film in a recording studio circa 1971 would have been expensive and difficult for the band to acquire. Roger Waters is sometimes quoted as saying that the band's failure to contribute music to 2001's official score was his "greatest regret".



Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant tide
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.

And no-one called us to the land
And no-one knows the wheres or whys
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb towards the light

Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can

And no-one calls us to move on
And no-one forces down our eyes
And no-one speaks and no-one tries
And no-one flies around the sun

Cloudless everyday you fall upon my waking eyes
inviting and inciting me to rise
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning

And no-one sings me lullabies
And no-one makes me close my eyes
And so I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky

Ilko Birov - Restless Dreams

Subject to change




Restless Dreams

Here you are
Looking very sharp
Your mind's on the quay and your
Head's at the dock

Like a single-handed sailor
I made my way through
And the ocean of waves couldn't
Keep me from you
It couldn't keep me from you

But I never thought this could happen
Between me and you
You know you, you took the gold
From my heart, and now all I've got
is a stone-cold rock

And there's just blue
There's just blue

You took the lot, and that's how you left me,
Blue

I'll count from 1 to 5
And when I open my eyes
Things will change, and no more
Strange people getting in the way
No more of you in my dreams
Come sanity
And there's no more of me
No more of that

At the bridge with the Lions
You remember?
That November,
The house fell down (x2)

Now here you are
Lookin' very sharp
His mind' on the quay
And your head's at the dock

Like a single-handed sailor
He made his way through
And the ocean of greed couldn't
Keep him from you
Keep him from you

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Five (Dire Straits) Songs



1. Single Handed Sailor

track eight on the Communique album (1979)




Two in the morning, dry-dock town
The rivers rolls away in the night
Little gypsy moth she's all tied down
She quiver in the wind and the light

Yeah and a sailing ship just held down in chains
From the lazy days of sail
She's just lying there in silent pain
He lean on the turist rail

A mother and her baby and the college of war
In the concrete graves
You never wanna fight against the river law
Nobody rules the waves
Yeah and on a night when the lazy wind is a-wailing
Around the Cutty Sark
Single handed sailor goes sailing
Sailing away in the dark

He's upon the bridge on the self same night
The mariner of dry dock land
Two in the morning, but there is one green light
And a man on the barge of sand
She's gonna slip away below him
Away from the things he's done
But he just shouts "Hey man, what do you call this thing?"
He could have said "Pride of London"
On a night when the lazy wind is a-wailing
Around the Cutty Sark
Yeah the single handed sailor goes sailing
Sailing away in the dark


2. Lions

the ninth and final track on their self-titled debut album (1978)




Red sun go down way over dirty town
Starling are sweeping around crazy shoals
A girl is there high heeling across the square
Wind blows around in her hair and the flags upon the poles
Waiting in the crowd to cross at the light
She looks around to find a face she can like.

Church bell clinging on trying to get a crowd for Evensong
Nobody cares to depend upon the chime it plays
They're all in the station praying for trains
Cogregations late again
It's getting darker all the time these flagpole days
Drunk old soldier he gives her a fright
He's crazy lion howling for a fight.

Strap hanging gunshot sound
Doors slamming on the overground
Starlings are tough but the lions are made of stone
Her evening paper is horror torn
But there's hope later for Capricorns
Her lucky stars give her just enough to get home
Then she's reading about a swing to the right
But she's thinking about a stranger in the night
I'm thinking about the lions tonight
What happened to the lions.


3. Lady Writer

song five on Communique (1979)




Lady writer on the TV
Talk about the Virgin Mary
Reminded me of you
Expectation left to come up to yeah

Lady writer on the TV
She had another quality
The way you used to look
And I know you never read a book

Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
And I recall my fall from grace
Another time, another place

Lady writer on the TV
She had all the brains and the beauty
The pictures does not fit
You'd talk to me when you felt like it

Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
And I recall my fall from grace
Another time another place

Yes and your rich old man,
You know he'd a call her a dead ringer
You got the same command
Plus your mother was a Jazz singer

Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
And I recall my fall from grace
Another time another place

Lady writer on the TV
She knew all about a history
You couldn't hardly write your name
I think I want it just the same as the ...

Lady writer on the TV
Talking about the Virgin Mary
You know I'm talking about you and me
And the lady writer on the TV
Talking about the Virgin Mary
Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me
And the lady writer on the TV


4. Expresso Love

The fourth song on Making Movies (1980)





she gets the sun in the daytime
perfume in the dusk
and she comes out in the night time
with the honeysuckle musk
because she smells just like a rose
and she tastes just like a peach
she got me walking where the wildlife goes
I'd do anything to reach her

and she was made in heaven
heaven's in the world
is this just expresso love
you know i'm crazy for the girl

she call me just to talk
she's my lover, she's a friend of mine
she says hey mister you wanna take a walk
in the wild west end sometime
and i get trouble with my breathing
she says boys don't know anything
but i know what i want
i want everything

well i feel so good cos i feel so good
and i feel so good cos it feels so right
i was made to go with my girl
like a saxophone was made to go with the night

and she can raise one eyebrow
put her hand on my hip
and i close one eye now
sweat on her lip
and i surrender to the fever
she love me so tender i got to believe her
love? expresso love's alright

i don't want no sugar in it
thank you very much
all wired up on it all fired up on it
expresso touch
hey maestro expresso
it's just another one just like the other one
hey maestro expresso
is this another one just like the other one


5. The Bug

track five in 1991's On Every Street 




well it's a strange old game - you learn it slow
one step forward and it's back to go
you're standing on the throttle
you're standing on the breaks
in the groove 'til you make a mistake

sometimes you're the windshield
sometimes you're the bug
sometimes it all comes together baby
sometimes you're a fool in love
sometimes you're the louisville slugger
sometimes you're the ball
sometimes it all comes together baby
sometimes you're going to lose it all

you gotta know happy - you gotta know glad
because you're gonna know lonely
and you're gonna know bad
when you're rippin' and a ridin'
and you're coming on strong
you start slippin' and slidin'
and it all goes wrong because

sometimes you're the windshield
sometimes you're the bug
sometimes it all comes together baby
sometimes you're a fool in love
sometimes you're the louisville slugger baby
sometimes you're the ball
sometimes it all comes together baby
sometimes you're going to lose it all

one day you got the glory
one day you got none
one day you're a diamond
and then you're a stone
everything can change
in the blink of an eye
so let the good times roll
before we say goodbye, because

sometimes you're the windshield
sometimes you're the bug
sometimes it all comes together baby
sometimes you're a fool in love
sometimes you're the louisville slugger baby
sometimes you're the ball
sometimes it all comes together baby
sometimes you're going to lose it all