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Peter Lilley Blues

from Selections From 'Writing Home' by London Fields

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"Written in North Wales. It's about cancer. Peter Lilley was the Conservative party's Secretary of State for the DSS at the time it was written (around 1992, I think). The song isn't directly calling him a c**t, but I think his type were broadly in the firing line." - Huw.

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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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from Selections From 'Writing Home', released June 6, 1996

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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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