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| OCTOBER 2001 |
| THEY WERE NUCLEAR LOVERS (MUSCUTT) See the cloud forming what a beautiful sight to comprehend When you�re conceived in the fall out dust you have to take a bow Unless you managed to escape somehow it�s going to be a lovely day Bringing up the roses in the bleak winter afternoon Hear a dog barking from somewhere too much wreckage to appreciate How beautiful you look today in that dress you wore when they dropped the death on all those unprepared ones But us we just held hands and smiled as the flash blinded us Yes we came together just in time to see our bones weld to the places where we went in spring To the bench where all we saw was so green and air so clear Now the bench is smouldering and the sky turned blue to grey, grey seems to be the colour that we see everyday But we�ve got each other now we are one in this devastated world Don�t breath in the dust my dear you�ll be ill for days after nothing in this world is good See the cloud dispersing see the sun emerge again But its lost its strength as I have and now I fall amongst the blackened roses Leave me be I�m not worth anything they�ll pick and they will fight Over which part of me to get at first better run before you�re next See in the next life my love its not all war and sex and happy endings We had something didn�t we? Something called love in the wrong time And the wrong place and the wrong lifetime perhaps we�ll meet again some sunny day� (Vera Lynn: We�ll meet again�don�t know where�don�t know when� But I know we�ll meet again�some�sunny day�) The subject of nuclear warfare has fascinated me ever since I watched that old BBC film �Threads� a couple of years ago, which is a pretty graphic display of what would happen in the event. I�m not interested in the scientific aspect of nuclear weapons, but the aftermath and effects an X megaton bomb would have on a city. This song flirts with the fantasy of two people being in love as a nuclear weapon is detonated. The last bit which segues into �We�ll Meet Again� by Vera Lynn was used as kind of a homage to the Stanley Kubrick film �Dr Strangelove: Or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Bomb� � which also uses the threat of nuclear Armageddon as subject matter. JACK KNIFE (MUSCUTT) You blame me for no control you blame me for nothing at all You blame me for being myself you blame me for being somebody else So why don�t you try it yourself try being somebody you�re not Suck it and see yeah suck it and see yeah suck it and see for a while You tell me there�s no hope you tell me there�s no dope in the house You tell me you care you tell me to forget it when I�m not there So why don�t you try it yourself try being somebody you�re not Suck it and see yeah suck it and see yeah suck it and see for a while You shout when I come home late you shouted on our first date You shout when I fuck up you shout even though I try to block it out So why don�t you try it yourself try being somebody you�re not Suck it and see yeah suck it and see yeah suck it and see for a while Just try it yourself for a while The title for this song was lying round for ages, and was originally called �Jacknife Communications�, but I dropped the last part for some reason. This is kind of a revenge song, almost like �try being me for a while and see how you like it� to everyone who thinks you moan about everything with no justification for doing so. CYCLES (MUSCUTT) Late night walking streets see the things I shouldn�t know see lights pass by on a ring road death show Far away flat blocks shine up bright violent estates scared tenants stay home looking out from blank eyes So see the station try to teach those unworthy of your touch To take what they can get because they�re never going to get you Cycle away catch up forever cycling catch up catch up Eye looks see tidal wave on the horizon composing melodrama Inside head break even make profit starve the millions Lead the way our government tells us things we need to know Catching contagion playing with lives on the ring road Take a fall underground bets never knew what that building was Closing in round the corner subway under bridges over journey catches you place you where you fall Friends roaming look for scraps in the bleak days afterwards Morning bells from morning towers they�ll take you away for days Days of brains drained days of ways trained again and again and again Release me from your surreal dreaming release me from this life Never want ring road council estates subways industries again just the cycle in eyesight cycle is the sight forever In this song I was trying to capture the idea of a city at night, in this case Coventry where I lived for three years at�(I hate saying this)�university. Pulp also did some songs like this, setting them at night (�Blue Glow�, �Sheffield: Sex City� are just two). My favourite parts are the lines with �lights pass by on a ring road death show� and �far away flat blocks shine up bright violent estates scared tenants stay home looking out from blank eyes�. For some reason I like council estates as well, and the high rise blocks of flats. I find them kind of attractive. THE SEPTEMBER COAST (MUSCUTT) Nobody visits the coast when its not deemed to be time of year Ice cream shops closed and boarded scraps flutter on the breeze And the sea crashes on relentless so endless and so clear No food shortage no petrol crisis they�ve returned to their cities And the coast remains alone the coast takes the pain Rain falls hard on a bleak morning sometime in December, the sound of people talking and children playing replaced by the occasional sound of cars and the ever present splash of water in puddles�And nobody sees this, they leave as soon as the sun retreats to its hiding place�but they�ll come back. No living thing remains except the playgrounds of their minds Carved into the landscape like an abandoned town of souls Nothing became of the coast just crumbled and fell into the seas Crumbled into the seas but nobody saw it nobody ever will Playing Nintendo with God playing games of digging up the dead And now it remains until the time it all goes astray falls away Walking up the hill that leads from the town centre to the place where I live, look up at the sky hoping to catch a glimpse of the mid afternoon sun�but it�s hidden�hidden behind a layer of cloud so thick not even the rays of such a huge planet can penetrate it. But nobody sees this, all the tourists they�ve gone home and they�ll never see their holiday homes covered by shadow�but they�ll come back. This is about Teignmouth, where I live, and what it�s like on the grey winter days when all the tourists have gone home. It�s unlikely many people come to the South West for a holiday in the winter, but a few people must have. Everything on the seafront, the ice cream stalls, the deck chair rental people and everything else seem to just close down and it looks really empty. |
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