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Easy-going little piece; lazy verse structure, back for the big block vocal style in the choruses; you may guess by now that this is one of my favourite things, blocking up choruses - I tend to do it a lot, although not actually ALL the time.
The song itself, although set firmly in the world of the 'noughties', is a hark-back to the great 'summer of love' of 1967, and a lament as to where it may have gone...
The song itself, although set firmly in the world of the 'noughties', is a hark-back to the great 'summer of love' of 1967, and a lament as to where it may have gone...
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Lyrics
I put the phone down not long after
the fingertip confession
But the text still swims before mt eyes
a textual regression
Is the cash machine a target for my
counterfeit aggression,
Or merely just a subtitute for
sexual repression?
Did it relieve the tension
or do I have to try again?
Ch.
Listen for the silence in between
each & every sigh
Listen to the world pretend your
meaning still survives
Listen for the heartbeat stong & pure
in each & every life
Listen for a solitary sign you're still alive
I spent the day like yesterday
in meaningless reflection
On the whys & wherefors of the world
a Far-Eastern election
Or a candidate for any state of
political repression
And a coat of many coluours in a
brand-new misdirection
Did it betray the mission
or do I have to try again?
Ch.
The long & short is no-one hears
for long enough to mention
But the saddest part is no one cares
a major-league transgression
You pop the pills & pay the price
for this diluted heaven
We haven't seen so much of you since
1967
Will we ever learn our lesson
or do I have to try again?
Ch.
the fingertip confession
But the text still swims before mt eyes
a textual regression
Is the cash machine a target for my
counterfeit aggression,
Or merely just a subtitute for
sexual repression?
Did it relieve the tension
or do I have to try again?
Ch.
Listen for the silence in between
each & every sigh
Listen to the world pretend your
meaning still survives
Listen for the heartbeat stong & pure
in each & every life
Listen for a solitary sign you're still alive
I spent the day like yesterday
in meaningless reflection
On the whys & wherefors of the world
a Far-Eastern election
Or a candidate for any state of
political repression
And a coat of many coluours in a
brand-new misdirection
Did it betray the mission
or do I have to try again?
Ch.
The long & short is no-one hears
for long enough to mention
But the saddest part is no one cares
a major-league transgression
You pop the pills & pay the price
for this diluted heaven
We haven't seen so much of you since
1967
Will we ever learn our lesson
or do I have to try again?
Ch.
Vic Holman
liked that thumping beat. gets the head a nodding in time. great vocal delivery and great chorus. great song. more rock then pop, could be misleading to some.