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This Is Pop
04:04
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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…
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2. |
Burn
05:04
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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
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3. |
Eye Can See
04:27
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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
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4. |
Open Your Heart
03:49
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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
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5. |
Birdcage Walk
04:36
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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
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6. |
Red Heart Sequin Blues
04:52
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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
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7. |
Your Love
04:59
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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…
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8. |
Love's Undermined
04:08
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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
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9. |
Splash!
05:21
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10. |
Bubblegum
04:53
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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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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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