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Sssstos! Pac! Occasionally, I put them back on, the old vinyl records. Back in the day, I wore this one out, then recently I saw the CD reissue. Should I get it or not... For the old cassette recordings, there's no doubt, but for the LPs... Hmm! The saga of "Reynard The Fox" opens the first side, and it's immediately pure psychedelia on solid POP MELODY. The drums are all on the left channel, while the sad story of the fox (it's English, they're hunting it) is told to us in verses and sounds, up to the final explosion. Ptoof! Bill Drummond - a guy who if I remember correctly was with good Julian in the teardrop that explodes - Said something. Not sure what, but the track is "Sixties Pop In The Eighties". Perfect, then "Laughing Boy" re-explodes with Barrett-like flashes, and for "Me Singing" it's a return to what's said for the second track. The side closes with another gem, "Sunspots", very sixties in trajectory with final orchestration.
Pssst! Ttoc! Flip the record - dang! with the CD I don't move ... - . "The Bloody Assizes", with a reel type jig that at any moment you believe that the seven brothers for the seven sisters will materialize in your living room.... What to say, JC was (is) really blitzed! "Search Party" akin to "Laughing Boy". Then the king of chaos plays the piano sideways. "Holy Love" is a gentle melody on articulate arrangements but never cloying, and the jewel ends on the ecclesiastical organ of "Torpedo", with a ppssssicholothink rendered by our boy. Other worlds. Music with the Gothic M, still today as in '84 when not even twenty I hypnotized myself with these mind waves - forget drugs! No Contest: fivefifths!
PS: the year after, a double EP came out with a remix of "Sunspots", the electric nursery rhyme "Mik Mak Mok", the trip of "I Went On A Chourney" - and you can feel it, JC! - and the first version of "Land Of Fear", with extra drums compared to the version that ended up on "20 Mothers". Another treasure chest of valuables, added as a bonus to the CD. Just one word: grab it!
Tracklist Lyrics and Samples
01 Reynard the Fox (06:14)
Hey in the pouring rain
When the smell of terror brings a thousand eyes
The red men come again
They kill my children and they kill my wife
And then they leave me bleeding
Family dead, just freaking out bleeding
Stoned in the gutter
Empty of my colour
I'm fried, fried, ticking in the side
Body twitched from side to side
I'm fried, fried, ticking in the side
Body twitched from side to side
Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
You've got to run for an hour and you're still not done
You've got to run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
Away, away, away, away, away
Hey in the ice and snow
When the call up sounds to the real in deed
But do you really wanna know
How we rode into freedom on whimsy and greed?
And they said your time is over
I don't see any gallant calls
I don't see an inch of reflex
'cept to leave me bleeding
Bleeding, bleeding, bleeding
I'm fried, fried, ticking in the side
Body twitched from side to side
I'm fried, fried, ticking in the side
Body twitched from side to side
Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
You've got to run for an hour and you're still not done
Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
Away, away, away
Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
You've got to run for an hour and you're still not done
Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
Away, away, away, away, away
Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
You've got to run for an hour and you're still not done
Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
Away, away, away
Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
You've got to run for an hour and you're still not done
Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
Away, away, away, away, away
Reynard left and went to Warwickshire, to a mound near a railway line,
with canals and a freezing swamp. He climbs high up above the countryside
and breathes freely. To the south he could see Polesworth, and to the
north he could just make out the ruins of the priory where Joss and I
played cricket as children. We were only three miles away, probably drinking
tea and talking,
(Have you heard about the orphan, sitting by the coffin)
at the same time as he was taking the stanley knife out of
the bag. He pushed the point into his stomach,
(His Father's not a sinner no more)
until the light shone right
through. And then he reached down, and he took the bag.
It's a plastic bag
With plastic handles
And plastic sides
and
and
And
ANd
AND
HE SPILLED HIS GUTS ALL OVER THE STAGE
HE SPILLED HIS GUTS ALL OVER THE STAGE
02 Bill Drummond Said (02:28)
Give me one good reason why I shouldn't win
(Bill Drummond said, Bill Drummond said)
If a falling leaf can't help my suffering
(Bill Drummond said, Bill Drummond said)
And I sat around my feet,
to teach me how to float
"Get out" she cried,
in the minute she died
He folded up her coat
And the family cried,
go spinning 'cross the sky
(Bill Drummond said, Bill Drummond said)
If I sit and pray, my Christmas tree will die
(Bill Drummond said, Bill Drummond said)
And if his life gets out of hand
And if his face turns blue
These things are sent to try us
And what more can we do?
And then he walked around my garden
And sniffed around my coat
And then I looked around to see him
His hands around her throat
(Bill Drummond said, Bill Drummond said)
If a falling leaf can't help me
(Bill Drummond said, Bill Drummond said)
If a falling leaf can't help me
(Bill Drummond said, Bill Drummond said)
If a falling leaf can't help me
(Bill Drummond said, Bill Drummond said)
If a falling leaf can't help me
05 Sunspots (05:14)
Sunspots changing glares
Walking ‘round with my very best friend
I’ve got a love song in my head
Strolling ‘round with my very best friend
I look back but I don’t see
Walking round with my very best friend
She looks good--fine to me
I’m in love with my very best friend
And eeeeyoooo, it goes away
And eeeeyoooo, it goes away
Sunspots changing gear
Driving ‘round with my very best friend
I gotta love song in my head
Holding on to my very best friend
We look back but I can’t see
Moving on with my very best friend
She looks good--fine to me
I’m in love with my very best friend
Eeeeyoooo, it goes away
And eeeeyoooo, it goes away
And eeeeyoooo, it goes away
And eeeeyoooo, it goes away
Way, way, way!
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