All The Rage - album

by Latimer House

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1.
This is Pop England’s still expecting From zero through to nine Bankers in the counting house Are lending borrowed time To all-night partygoers The believers and self-made The earnest and their sweethearts To the yeoman and the brave Searching for Jerusalem Trying to find a way To perfect the perfect shire And give Albion her day This is pop Dumb down the rhyme Football stars and processed meat Anchors toe the line This is pop Jack’s colours are fading And under strain Yesterday’s gone Only the stones remain In these lands so pleasant So rich with the green The times are a changing These are changing times Red tops spy through curtains Price takes it all And young men get blown sky high In distant fields This is pop Dumb down the rhyme The latest shoes and processed meat Anchors toe the line This is pop Love it or hate it, like it or not It’s all in the history; it’s all that we’ve got Down through the ages, for all and no one The yellow brick road runs and runs… America’s always hoping Forever-bright sunshine Merchants in the market place Are trying to short sell time To Hollywood partygoers The believers and self-made Dreamers and their sweethearts The workers and the brave 46 million on food stamps In the land of the make-it-big And young men get blown sky high In distant lands This is pop Forever-bright sunshine Gun control geography Anchors toe the line This is pop Love it or hate it, like it or not It’s all in the history; it’s all that we’ve got Down through the ages, for all and no one The yellow brick road runs and runs…
2.
05:04
Burn We burn and we burn (Burn, burn, burn) Together…. Seasickness in safe harbour thick air is all about Too close for any comfort been too long hanging around Small town too big to mention what gives and what goes With every other’s every other inside deal and outside show We burn and we burn (Burn, burn, burn) Together…. Water covers open roads like sheets of mirror glass roadblocks and mean diversions fate has dealt its cards No time for taking time out there is no time at all each year the party’s over each year we light the flame… Boats on water walks along the beach Shared meals and high ideals romance, dreams and sleep Mixed up, shook up with such a brilliant need Parallel lines; the bed, the bind revelation, number 9 We burn and we burn (Burn, burn, burn) Together…. repeat to fade
3.
04:27
Eye Can See The window is crying, it’s raining outside Clock beats a rhythm by telling the time There’s a girl in a frame on a shelf by the light Across from the left is across from the right Everything chokes down the telephone line And I feel so remote in the empty hour Been eating the years one dream at a time But from now on I’m gonna take what is mine Eye can see something I’d like you to see I can’t keep it quiet It’s my me being me You can take it or leave it but please take a look And if you like what you see… read the book The outside is moving ‘round the inside of us Like so many adverts on the side of a bus There’s a million distractions all screaming for you And all the cross words will never find you the clue There’s hope in your heart but your head’s in the sand Your ticket to ride is in the palm of your hand The deeper you go the closer you get You’re out to get caught and you hold the net I can see something I’d like you to see I can’t keep it quiet It’s my me being me You can take it or leave it but please take a look And if you like what you see… read the book The author’s reclusive Though always in touch And if you say you’ve not met Well, you have but not much (well, you’ve never been touched) Slightly off-guard now, you want it explained OK, the name of the game is the aim is the aim There’s hope in your heart but your head’s in the sand Your ticket to ride is in the palm of your hand The deeper you go the closer you get Your out to get caught and you hold the net
4.
Open Your Heart It’s hard to make your way In times of ups and downs No easy path To reach new ground Troubles come and go Problems linger on And there’s always a clock Tick-tocking along Some days you have to block out And simply walk on by Keep your hub spinning still And trust to follow your heart And when death homes in And the emotions bleed It’s easy to forget that Our moments of reprieve And that we have all we need It’s a case of coming to terms With the bus on the number nine line Keeping track of the red and the green With an eye to the light A small yes, a big no Helps sort the wheat from the chaff And at the end of the day You’ve got to open your heart
5.
Birdcage Walk When it gets too loud and all too much I go inner space, still, untouched So far away and yet so near If I had the sense I’d run from here But all the rage is such a bind Wherever I look all I can find Is in the face of truth – honesty lies Whenever we stop and try to reason why That after all the loss and gain Birdcage walk remains the same Hustling through the crowded rooms Temptation: the road to ruin Bankers dance to the devil’s tune Re-possession; China booms Still under fire but out of range Birdcage Walk remains the same It’s all in the numbers, all in the stars Crisscrossed by Venus, crisscrossed by Mars All in the dance, all in the play It’s all in the presence of the come what may Everything will have to change Still under fire but out of range Everything will have to change Birdcage Walk remains the same Now is the present, cast off time Horizon’s broad, of clouds there’s nine Always a choice, one and one is free And those who hesitate have seen That everything will have to change
6.
Red Heart Sequin Blues From one extreme to another From one to one into the arms of another lover Cut and run, stroke and return She weaves a web, passion burns Caught in the grip of the grip Bewitched by the sway of her hips Snake shed skin, demons aglow Snakes alive! She’s quite a show Days and nights spent thinking of you Days and nights of red heart sequin blues Song of songs, flesh and blood Song of songs, can’t get enough Ch. Of those red heart sequin blues Got the red heart sequin blues She gives me red heart sequin blues Can’t get enough of those red heart sequin blues Through no-man’s land, across broken lines Beautiful losers stumble time after time Monkey on back bearing down And Smokey sang tears of a clown Caught in the grip of the grip Entranced by the swell of her lips Legs up to heaven, high on high heels Wants me to know how it feels to feel Ch. Those red heart sequin blues… From one extreme to another From one to one into the arms of another lover Cut and run, stroke and return Heart ache screams, passion burns Days and nights spent thinking of you Days and nights of red heart sequin blues Song of songs, flesh and blood Song of songs, can’t get enough Ch. Of those red heart sequin blues… X2
7.
04:59
Your love Want to put my arms around you Feel your warmth; breathe your breath Swim in the fluid touch of… Your love This hungry body needs some balm Perfumed skin, narcotic calm And the healing kiss of… Your love Chorus Your love… Your love… Want to put my arms around you Midnight dance, electric sparks In the rolling sea of… Your love Your arching back gets in the groove You got the rhythm; you got the moves The warm embrace of… Your love Chorus Your love… Your love…
8.
Love’s Undermined Love’s undermined When heads collide In a proud show home Where nothing is known Where paperbacks The TV box And wallpaper talks As apartments block In a boom town bust-up Radios lie Stray dogs bark And the children cry We need another re-birth, another re-construct, Another re-assess, another self inspect Got to get back, back to the egg And swim… Screaming in the darkness Shouting to be heard It’s all white noise and feedback A blinding blur As pressure mounts up Hopes are dashed Damage is done And souls are cashed Love’s undermined When heads collide In a proud show home Where nothing is know We need another re-birth, another re-construct, Another re-assess, another self inspect Gotta get back, back to the source And flow… Another re-birth, another re-construct, Another re-assess, another self inspect Gotta get down, back down to earth And dance… Love’s undermined When heads collide In a proud show home Where nothing is known Where paperbacks The TV box Wallpaper talks And apartments block Pressure mounts up Hopes are dashed Damage is done And souls are cashed As government moves Force company changes Escape into booze Competition rages We need another re-birth We need another re-birth, another re-construct Another re-assess, another self inspect Gotta get back, back to our roots And grow We need another re-birth, another re-construct, Another re-assess, another self inspect Gotta get back, back down to earth And dance Another re-birth, another re-construct Another re-assess, another self-inspect Gotta get back, back to the source And flow
9.
05:21
10.
04:53
Bubblegum Blowing bubbles right into your face Ever so gently, leaves no trace Comes in wrappers of a colourful kind That let you see so much, and leaves you blind Phony astronauts haunt your house Choose your shirt, supply the cat and mouse Hocus-pocus, smoke and mirrored glass Line the high street, and hook tricks that pass Duped and entranced By the bubblegum cloud Where the lights are so bright And the music is loud… We all want to be like you We all want to be like you You are happy, rich and free You are what we want to be We’ve seen you on the stage and screen You look so pretty and so clean So happy rich and free You’re what we want to be So convenient, it’s almost untrue Canned the colours for the numbered views Sprayed the canvas with a coat of blame And framed this movie to ease their shame It’s a craft so subtle, and beautifully sold A masterly fake Is this bubblegum cloud Where the lights are bright And the music plays loud… We all want to be like you We all want to be like you You are happy rich and free You are what we want to be We’ve seen you on the stage and screen You look so pretty and so clean You must be happy rich and free You are what we want to be

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released February 10, 2014

Joe Cook - guitars and vocals, Anar Yusofov - keyboards & vocals, George Kominek - drums & percussion, Michael Jetton - bass. With Jim Thompson - mandolin & violin, Jan Keller - cello, Tommy Levvechia - trumpet, Justin Lavash - guitar. Recorded, engineered and mixed by Derek Saxenmeyer in Prague. Mastered by Tim Debney at Fluid Mastering in London.
Honk Records. Honk 2.
Honk Records is an imprint of Latimer Road Enterprises Limited, London.

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Latimer House London, UK

Latimer House make guitar-driven pop music. They are Joe Cook on guitars & vocals, Mike Jetton on bass and Anar Yusufov on keyboards, with David Landstof on drums.

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