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Boot
04:46
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Words:
All the winter mornings when we struggled in the dark
To write letters to your lovers while your parents were at work
Getting drunk in your front room when we should have been in school
And laughing with the old boy in the park all afternoon
You never knew where you were going to
I always had to show you where to put your feet
They all said you were kind and easy
But you were hard to me
Coats down to our ankles, on the towpath hand in hand
I'm trying to hold you steady, 'cos you're thinking 'bout your man
You always picked the wrong ones and I couldn't understand
Why you fell in love with anyone who played in a rock band
You never knew where you were going to
I always had to show you where to put your feet
They all said you were kind and easy
But you were hard to me
You were hard to me
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2. |
Doctor Martin
04:39
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Words:
I was dreaming when I wrote this; forgive me if I go too slow
An easy Saturday morning
Crying on the telephone
Say "Doctor, I'm not good or bad, I'm just responsible"
It took a long time to get back what was mine
You took a long time to get over
But if you're not afraid about stealing
I guess I shouldn't be afraid about having it stolen
And in between cheap cotton sheets
And all the places that we'd meet
So sickeningly incomplete and
I don't think you'll ever be happy
And standing here I'll catch my death but
I could not be anywhere else and I'm
Trying to forget myself and
I don't think it really matters and...
For all the suffering
For all those things that I know that I've gone and done, well
"Officer... I'm not good or bad, I'm just responsible"
It took a long time to get back what was mine
You took a long time to get over
But if you're not afraid about stealing
I guess I shouldn't be afraid about having it stolen
And there's no sexual history, no candlelight or poetry
Or twenty years in therapy
We talk the night away
And I can see those summer flies in circles round my bloodshot eyes
As London evening turns to night
And I shouldn't stay
It's been good to see you and I'd love to stay
But I've people to meet, and hearts to break
And hearts to break
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3. |
Narco Bear
05:30
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Words:
The purity of driving has always been a sacred thing
And on that night I felt we found a silent understanding
You kissed me on the motorway, taking your eyes from the road
And only in your car have I seen you unafraid
Well, we told each other everything
Or at least that's how it seemed
Over all those sleeping policemen, restless in their dreams
And we made policy decisions, like "There'll be no secrets in our bed"
But then we said a lot of things that neither of us meant
Well, did you put that on for me?
Well, I'm not saying anything
Maybe you want to watch TV
That's how I'll remember you
I wish that all the good times filled a reservoir within
Somewhere deep and still and sacred where together we might drink
But we had sleepless Friday nights when love was just a word
And all the stars were aeroplanes falling back to Earth
And on those narcoleptic Saturdays you walked me into town
Took me to a coffee shop and slapped my face around
And I can't say I miss it, but when I'm cold and blue
And on the edge of sleeping, my whole body sings for you
Hey, did you put that on for me?
Well, I'm not saying anything
Maybe you want to watch TV
That's how I'll remember you
But any self-respecting girl knows that you can't have it both ways
Afraid I won't come round tonight and terrified I'll want to stay
So I hear without me your life's painfully intense
Not shackled to my jealousy bit lived within each precious moment
When all I've got is fragments, fragments of a memory
Of one night by the riverbank and your twenty lines of poetry
So if the complexion on events as noted in this song
Fails to meet your expectations, I suggest you write your own
But did you put that on for me?
Well, I'm not saying anything
Maybe you want to watch TV
That's how I'll remember you
Hey! Did you put that on for me?
Well, I'm not saying anything
Maybe you want to watch TV
That's how I'll remember you
And I remember you
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4. |
Port Au Prince
05:11
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Words:
I don't know how it happened
So cold when you're so far away
But somewhere over Port Au Prince
I lost control again, again
Will you talk me down
Will you help me land this plane
Lying in my fever
I feel you enter the dream
And I move to accommodate the space
Your body, your body used to be
Will you talk me down
Will you help me land this plane
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5. |
Peter Lilley Blues
05:46
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Words:
She comes home at the weekends with a blues
That a month of Sunday papers couldn't cure
I gently stroke her hand, but there's nothing I can do
To make it better
And on her body politic I try to state my case
As though we hadn't already lost the race
But it's in the way she kisses me and written on her face
And in her letters
I was going to tell you
I swear I was going to tell you this
But they sold the language that I was going to tell you with
And looking round this place
Well, it seems like they sold everything
Sing it to me now
Sing it to me now
I meet her on the clinic steps and take her arm
But her cells divide and multiply
Insensitive to all her charm
So we drink ourselves ridiculous in the public bar
Heamorrhaging time
She walks me back to Paddington but the place is overrun
By all those zen delinquents that your children have become
And on these broken Monday mornings
Boredom is not the only crime
I was going to tell you
I swear I was going to tell you this
But they sold the language that I was going to tell you with
And looking round this place
Well, it seems like they stole everything
Sing it to me now
Sing it to me now
And now is scene is over, we are hazy and impersonal
We walk along the Serpentine not dressed for this rehearsal
And in the autumn breeze, our sense of self disperses
And our leaves begin to fall
History won't judge us, but the Mail On Sunday will
You can go clubbing seven nights a week and still not gain control
Or get those six lucky numbers
And the fucking bonus ball
I was going to tell you
I swear I was going to tell you this
But they sold the language that I was going to tell you with
And looking round this place
Well, it seems like they stole everything
Sing it to me now
Sing it to me now
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6. |
The Smallest Act Of Love
04:43
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Words:
This is how it will end
Tell the taxi to take me home
I know what you're thinking, baby
But it's getting very close
We'll give away our money
And lie in bed all day
And earth and heaven
Leeds and London
All shall flee away
When all our thoughts are rhetoric
No wonder we go mad
I'm going down the Pleasure Beach
And never coming back
An aeroplane falls from the sky
Carrying your precious life
And in the fire, death and fear
This day was never ours, my dear
But all the special things you kept
The sickness and the cigarettes
All the drugs and therapy
Fly free
When all our thoughts are rhetoric
No wonder we go mad
I'm going down the Pleasure Beach
And never coming back
Lots on blood and lots of crap
Lots of everything in fact
In such a small suburban room
All the days fold into one
But the time it took to sing these lines
Was time spent with you on my mind
I think about you all the time
When all our thoughts are rhetoric
No wonder we go mad
I'm going down the Pleasure Beach
And never coming back
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London Fields Worcester, UK
A short-lived recording alias for Huw Darling (of the Chickpea Darlings), used for a year or so in the mid-1990's before developing into The Spanish Amanda. One CDR album and many, many odd tracks recorded - mostly now lost. Thanks for visiting; if you enjoy the London Fields songs, you might like The Spanish Amanda and the Chickpea Darlings too. ... more
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