Recorded live at The Brudenell Social Club, Leeds.
lyrics
Sweet dreams all met with derision
This train, it was armed for collision
It's a shame, it's a shame, it's a shame
So clap your hands in the sparkle and glitter
Shake your heads at the twisted and bitter
Man, they don't know how lucky they are
And foot down for the alienation
Look on as your love, it gets lost in translation
To a language that nobody understands
But there are smiles as they erode and corrupt you
Of the great expectations you could never live up to
We are lost, we are lost, we are lost
So get your coats 'cause the righteous are leaving
'Cause they can't work out what the hell to believe in
It's a shame, it's a shame, it's a shame
There’s no abandon, no heartfelt desire
And no love could be worth getting fired
For real, it's surreal, it's so real
So paint over the cracks and then cover
What you thought was the worst ever pain with another
And the first one, it always comes free
And how they love you so cold and so vicious
With friends like these, well who needs politicians
The first one, its always comes free
And they’ll swear to you that heroin takes like ice cream
Clever men know all that and all this
And they will talk and they will talk and they don't fucking listen
It's a shame, it's a shame, it's a shame
It's no life but God, it's a living
Ah come on Jesus Christ, come back, all is forgiven
We are lost, we are lost, we are lost
And have no fear of the state of the nation
Let the facts have no bearing on public relations
It's a shame, it's a shame, it's a shame and…
What a model of Christian behavior
Preach on with that message of go fuck thy neighbour
We are lost, we are lost, we are lost
So you’ll take your step by the crowd of fanatics
While they kill in the name of applied mathematics
And you hate the system even though you invented it
And go kill your brothers and claim self defence of it and…
Picking up all the secrets and the tricks to be
One of the guys who the shit never sticks to
And you take you seats for the final calamity
Don't you look serious, hell, what can the matter be?
And another day and the rot’s getting faster
Well, all these machines started killing their master
John Drumbo French from Captain Beefheart and The Magic Band worked with Thompson on two albums along with Fred Frith and Henry Kaiser.
Those two French, Frith, Kaiser and Thompson albums led me to this.
Also, Richard Thompson taught Hugh Cornwell (of The Stranglers) how to play the bass guitar in a band when they were both at the same school (Emil and The Detectives?).
With a career spanning 50 years and playing with two of my heroes (French and Cornwell) Thompson has produced a fascinating EP.
The raw and wiry sound of Oneida is perfectly captured on this NYC Taper recording with proceeds benefiting their recently injured drummer. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 22, 2018
"...an album that looks as much to this side of The Pond as the UK, She Makes War's debut album is a dark melange of 90s Riot Grrrl meets indie-pop meets disquieting ballads, all the time not missing a beat..."
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