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Unusual
places to drive will
you dream about me the
way I dream about you walking
into the light lead
me from the hive oh
what it is to be alive take
me with you unusual
places unusual
places to drive if
you can’t love her madly if
you can’t love her madly better
not love her at all will
you dream about me the
way I dream about you oh
what it is to be alive in
unusual places unusual
places to drive
in
your alligator shoes it
could be your salvation if
I could be those shoes it
would be a revelation something
in the blue of
your eyes leaves
me perpetually adoring you if
I could be those shoes and
see you when the time comes see
when the time goes home if
I could be those shoes and
always walking with you to
sway towards a swamp ask
me why I loved you there’s
something in the blue of
your eyes leaves
me sometimes perpetually
adoring you
your
cat is called Rangoon last
night he played me a wee tune he
sang he loved you more than I do I
told him that couldn’t possibly be true my
cat I called him Mac like
me he only wants to win you back I
told him love is endless pain but
then in love we have so much to gain I
knew that night was falling it
was without hope now that
I tried to carry on what
is that sonic beauty? why
it’s the 20th century exposed by
a brass doorbell why
with such beauty she
could carry the
summer breeze on
her sleeves!
ave
little mamma meet me
at the fountain tonight bring
your french silver pistols and
blast them in the cool of the night two
latin leopards moving
on the shore of the bed on
the crest of a shiver you
shake them from your beautiful dress ave
little mamma make
me choose you all night hear
the daybreak rustling brave
a smile in the teeth of the night ave
little mamma run as Sophia can ave
little mamma trust in Sophia again meet
me when mischief befalls me from
the whispering drains ave
latin leopard mobile in the whispering rain mind
me when mischief befalls me from
the cruel and the vain
friendship
in love should
be enough when
disillusion has caught you up but
it isn’t when
Pandemonia stakes her claim heartbreak
I
know you’ve had your fill but
I can hear you laughing still yet
I loved her Pandemonia
was her name furies
in the mansions serpents
in the wells every
chance of happiness surely
gone to hell though
tonight we feel broken tomorrow
we’ll grow stronger still Pandemonia
you fought in vain if
you fell in love with me there’s
nothing I couldn’t be I
would disown her for
Pandemonia I was insane yet
love I know must surely die but
then again not between you and I to
endless summer! to
Pandemonia it’s all a game
isn’t
she fine really
just the sweetest of her kind really
just you see her and you’ll find she
has that look in
her eyes and
you gotta see us now we’re
moving up & on yes
up and up girl
we’re on our way love
is here to stay she’s
the kind of girl who
will always find a way yes
will always have her say and
I’m the kind of guy whose
dreams will rise unashamed who
will love you until the end who
will love you until the end ‘cause
you’re my girlfriend isn’t
she wild really
just the last word in style choosing
you beside her for a while it’s
goodbye fake and
it’s goodbye hollowness and
my girlfriend knows we’re
moving up & on yes
up and up girl
we’re on our way love
is here to stay goodbye
fake goodbye
could
you love me love
me love
me as
I love you? your
namesake brought Rembrandt
to his knees likewise
love for you with me but
was it just a dream was
it really just a dream? French
girls will ask you for
your cigarettes and
pleasure and regret I
couldn’t keep you for
too long but
I can keep you in a song forever
young you seem forever
in a dream if
you see Saskia maybe
you could ask her ask
her how she feels how
does she really feel and
I hope she finds love finds
the perfect love
she
stood beside me on
the windy drive kissed
me sadly then
she waved goodbye but
if you find her let
her know just
tell her I’m sorry that
she had to go just
remind her that
I’m still here on
the west coast waiting I
wear the rain like tears when
your heart has been broken you’ll
know better than to cry leave
the words unspoken wear
your latest disguise and
just you remind her that
I’m still here on
the west coast waiting I
wear the rain like tears
caught
in a memory of
a dream I once had I
cartwheel I’m tongue-tied crashing
with duck eggs so
here they come now caught
in the night train mad
with confusion ask
if I feel the same are
you the little band? without
the little band there’s
nothing left to believe in and
the thing is that sooner
or later we
all run out of ways to
hurt the ones that we love if
I could just sit here learn
how to laugh try
hard to forget with
the Belle Sisters I
saw her this evening way
up on Ashton Lane I
could tell she was leaving she
didn’t even call my name she
held out her hands when
she held out her hands she
was holding her
artificial halo hunger
in a horse’s head she
rides up before me knowing
good love can
always go bad what
could I want what
could I need if
not the Belle Sisters if
not the Belles
last
night I heard myself sing “nothing
else exists” “nothing
else is real” can
I tell you something nothing
left to trust and
everything is love when
everything is lost when
you sold your trust when
it’s way past midnight in
cinemas coffee
houses golden
buildings on
empty streets the
Thurmanesque the
Florentine Sunpowder
in the Glasgow sleet
believe
it or not there’s an angel on Ruskin I
saw her up there with my own green eyes she
danced along among the chimneys her
golden wings caught the evening sun hardly
knew if I was still breathing as
I lost my way on the eastern stairs she
trashed my car she trashed my paintings as
ribbons flew from her midnight hair I
was always in love’s power down
in love’s power down
on my knees all
was lost and all was broken brought
to heel like an anxious guest on
the eastern stairs I stole some token I
chased a kiss on her golden crest I
was always in love’s power yes
always drawn in love’s power down
on my knees you
would fall should
you look into those eyes believe
it or not there’s an angel on Ruskin I
hear her laugh and I hear her sing there’s
evil abroad there’s a stranger on Ruskin and
memory lies like a girl on the wing
last
night I loved you when
you opened your heart and
let yourself sing I said so
long so long to
the best thing in my life I
got no reason to deny that
I’m out of my mind it’s
way past my season but
that’s alright it’s
just a Saturday night another
Saturday night and
I still love you with all my soul as
I walk in the freezing cold I
wish the healing had begun I’m
outside the station set
to ride no
destination in mind you
can call it treason that’s
alright anything
you like last
night I loved you when
you opened your heart and let yourself sing so
long so long to
the best thing in my life
(part
two) c’est
la petite phrase de la sonate du phantome “n’ecoutons
pas” tous
ses souvenirs du temps ou elle etait eprise de lui et
qui’il avait reussi jusqu’a ce jour a maintenir invisibles dans les
profondeurs de
son etre trompes
par se brusque rayon du temps d’amour qu’ils
crurent revenu, s’etaient remontes lui chanter eperdument sans
pitie pour son infortune presente les
refrains oublier du bonheur dans
cette nuit qui lui avait semble presque “supernaturelle” et
qui en effet appartenait bien a un monde mysterieux ou
on ne peut jamais revenir quand les portes s’en sont refermees et
il apercut, immobile en face de ce bonheur revecu un
malheureux qui lui fit pitie: il dut baisser les yeux pour
qu’on ne vit pas qu’ils etaient plein de larmes. c’etait
lui-meme I
thought of what might be in store for me: to
try to forget her seemed to me to be painful, but
sensible, and for the first time possible, even
perhaps easy.
the
night is young young
is the night the
dream is over long
live the dream in
the street we
hear mandolins the
winding violins and
our hearts they’re
much stronger they
had been broken now
they’ll mend can
you hear the
beating of wings the
beating of angel’s wings they
will follow they
will follow us home I
kiss you once I
kiss you twice on
a tenement stairwell the
night is young young
is the night the
dream is over long
live the dream
Love? are
you crazy love? love when
you find love then
you begin to
live again tonight
we
have nothing left to prove tonight somehow
we
felt just too hazy can’t
remember just
how young love felt and
even though we’re
tired we can’t surrender can’t
surrender but
feel inspired to
feel the fever to
field love to
feel it all in
all its faded splendour in
all its raging glory to
know that once again we
will surrender to
love
sometimes
I used to fly
away at night on
the wings of an old love song somehow
I used to feel that I was weak then
I grew strong and
the funny thing was I
called your name you called my name
until
doubt among us rose
like provincial song will
we be strong enough to carry on? I’ll
be waiting for you waiting
‘til you’re sure under
the circus down by the trees under
the august sun if
the glory of love will see us thru’ I
don’t know maybe then
you can be my kelvingrove
baby if
I could reach you I
would walk all night to
hold you in the racing dawn someday
I know that you’ll be back I
can hear you laugh in an old love song and
the funny things is you
knew my name I knew your name drawn
to the rose thru’ the crowded thorns will
we be strong enough to carry on? something
about time something
about loving and
fading footsteps down
a long distance line somehow
desire forever flickers in
her green and cinnabar-flecked eyes and
when your girl looks at you then
she sighs and
she moves beside you you
want the moment touched with magic and
immortality you
want rain you
want soft music and
the last words to be about love
baby
I’m 19 and I’m crazy about you I’m
crazy about you I’m
crazed I’m
19 and I’m crazy about you I’m
crazy about you is that so strange? crushed
by the crush rushed
by the rush bound
and tied by
your dark sweet eyes how
I dissolved revolved
and evolved I
was deranged and derealised you
were cute but
I was resolute and
hip! I’m
19 and I’m crazy about you I’m
crazy about you I’m
crazed there’s
a phantom in
this room now somehow
conjured up from
the hotel swimming
pool she
carries the bliss of
a half-remembered kiss and
a vision of wild swans and
the jazz kittens at Coole baby
I’m 19 and
I’m fuckin crazy about you so
crazy about you I’m
crazy I’m crazy I’m crazy
along
the flooded broken mansions I
did all my best to see her
laugh in playful passion where
once gorgeous phantoms glide among
the long and soothing shadows she
gave all her best in time and
wearing oils of hypnotic sweetness she
kissed me with the moist pout of her mouth as
lightning played on the water laughing
she muttered a soft damn once
upon a time on the Rapenburg I’d
trade all the best in life hold
her close in a distant season caught
beneath a Vermeer sky
you
were 22 when
I first saw you with
your painters smile and
your eyes of blue tell
it like it is or
something like it was I
swear I heard aplause when
the tight-lipped boy eyed
the starlit girl and
the starlit girl has
brightened up his world she
was 22 only 22 from
the twilit gardens in
the pouring rain you
took me to your house you
made me laugh again Babe
you’re 22 and
you’ve got your life in front
of you
they
flutter down like fireflies tugging
at your sleeves somehow
rise to shame you bring
you to your knees haunt
your every sunrise everywhere
you’ve been always
walk beside you haunt
your every dream if
love could last forever forever
and a day and
she would wake beside you each
and every day Cupid
held his Psyche naked
and disarmed Cadmus
held Harmony forever
in his arms you’re
feeling none too special feeling
all too vague but
if you could lift your head up show
that you’re not beat played
out beaten cast
down broke heads
down defeated lost
to all hope if
love could last forever forever
and a day and
she would wake beside you each
and every day Recorded January-June 2001 at
St Vincent Sound Studios, Glasgow Additional recording at Berkeley 2, EK
Theatre, Cava Sound Workshops Chris
Thomson- vocal, guitars, bass, keyboards Hazel
Morrison- vocal, drums, percussion Callum
Mcnair- electric guitar Ken
Mchugh-bass Sam
Loup-bass Robert
Henderson-trumpet Barry
Joe Overstreet-saxophone, backing vocals Elizabeth
Fraser-vocal “Sunpowder”, “Danger in Love” Catherine
Leroy- Voice Pandemonia (part 2) Gordon
Wilson-drums “the night is young” Douglas
MacIntyre-bass Violins: Ian
White Mark
Wilson Dervelagh
Cooper Gllian
Leitch Guido
de Groote Lizelle
Le Roux Viola Aoife
Magee Cellos: Isobel
Campbell Helen
Mcsherry Strings
arrangements: Paul Leonard Morgan on “once..”& “for saskia” Thomson/
White/Wilson on “the night is young”, “danger in love” &
“sunpowder” thebathers.co.uk
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