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| NOVEMBER 2001 |
| SHIPROCK NUMBER SEVEN (MUSCUTT) Never before and never again shall we break rules that never bend Giving and taking are both the same �Down On Your Luck� is the name of the game Look at the sky look at the river headlines have victims of a serial killer Shiprock number seven can�t you tell them where you are? Shiprock number seven come in you�ve gone too far this time we�ll call it the end Everyday you sleep to stay awake putting on a smile even though you know it�s fake So give me and answer and please tell me why you go on living even though you�re dead inside Look at the sky look at the river headlines have victims of a serial killer Shiprock number seven can�t you tell them where you are? Shiprock number seven come in you�ve gone too far this time we�ll call it the end Daydreaming hours look at the towers we�ll leave the decisions in the hands of the powers that be One of my favourite songs, on account that everything rhymes quite well, but doesn�t seem too simplistic � all the songs I used to write ages ago which rhymed always turned out being either funny or just plain awful, I guess as you write more and practise it becomes better. Again, fuzzy subject matter, but perhaps you shouldn�t ought to read into songs too much sometimes. Although the lines with �look at the sky, look at the river� are from a really old Pink Floyd song, which I think was called �The Gnome�. CORTEZ (VERSION ONE) (MUSCUTT) The day began dark and cold as the ice slowly melts on the windscreen of the car that will take you away from the place you know and hate. To mysterious urban lands hundreds of miles away where the paint doesn�t peel off the walls or the plug-hole doesn�t get clogged up with memories of a previous life wasted in the mid nineteen eighties. Take your place behind the wheel of the car turn the key and turn your head away Don�t look back now your foot is flat to the floor you�re moving away from everything that held you back But now there�s nothing left you might as well take it or leave it, take it or leave it this time And as the morning sun rises from behind the hills, you reach for the battered pair of sunglasses in the glove compartment, super glued together countless times after being mistakenly sat on. And you fidget in your seat as a numb feeling creeps in, as you contemplate turning off at the service station to get some rest. Take off your false disguise because it doesn�t suit you anymore and turn the radio up to hear your favourite song And think about how you�re going to make it work now you�ve left everyone and everything behind Looking forward to a new life in a new city where the slate is clean and new people wait to enter your life You rested for longer than you thought, and now there�s a tapping on the passenger side window. And you sit up to see a man in uniform telling you to move on. So you rid your eyes of sleep and start the engine, opening a window as you do so to let some of the mid morning air seep in. Before driving off onto another familiar stretch of tarmac known as the motorway. Drive, drive, drive, and you know just how it feels to cross the borders to places new Surroundings and people, buildings and bridges are all in place in your new world You�ll come to a stop sooner or later and then you can watch the sunset under a fading sky And that�s as far as you got, watching the sunset whilst sat on your car bonnet in the concrete shadows of some urban hell, no different to what you�ve come to expect from life. And now you�re checking your watch and thinking it�s time you ought to be getting back, and resigning yourself to life on the estate. And you got so close, so close to paradise�and now you�re back again trying to tell yourself that this compromised reality is just as nice. A draft version of the song, which I suppose is good enough to stand alone if it ever was recorded. Incorporates some more spoken parts. This song is about a woman who wants to escape a boring life, and heads off on an improvised adventure in her car, not knowing what the road ahead holds for her. Then she gets to a place she thinks is nice, and realises she�d better be getting back to her old life, and we find out it was just a day dream or a fantasy or something. Cortez is a town in New Mexico, I think. THE BROADMEYER EXPERIMENT (MUSCUTT) What were you feeling what were you seeing what were you achieving what do you believe in? What were you perceiving as you were stealing my heart and my money no talking no stalking And all of it�s leaving and you�re already retreating to a safe-house round here somewhere You�re angry but save your tears because I know what you feel and I know what you see I know you achieved nothing and I know what you�ve taken from me but do you believe? That I�m confused but I�m taking back your messed up perceptions confessions and deliberations Complications referendums and declassification of everything you ever found yourself wanting Corporate nations falling to dust again you lapse into the arms of someone you love they turned to rust Now we�re related somehow but not by choice and I hope you�re dealing with the assets you�re stealing From me from you from them from us from we from the few, from the safe-den from us This song was written in quite a similar way to an older track called �Housebricks, Alive� which used a technique where words were chosen not because they rhymed, but they sounded alike � for instance, �perceptions�, �confessions� and �deliberations� all sound pretty much the same and roll off the tongue nicely. I suppose it�s because they all end in a �tions� sound. As for the song, it�s was left untitled because I honestly couldn�t think of anything decent to call it. Then I thought of one, which comes from another James Herbert book � �The Fog�. THE DOMINATRIX (MUSCUTT) Dressed in black from top to toe crushing knuckles with the legs of your favourite chair Your slaves queue from miles around to feel the pain you�ll give them so easily This was just thought up on the spot, really. I was dressed all in black at the time, and leaning back on my chair when I went to put the front legs down and crushed my toe. That�s how off the cuff the writing was. Then I figured dominatrix people wear all black leather and rubber and that, and added a line about how people line up to be punished and there you go! |
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