We Used To Live Round Here

by The Glue Ensemble

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"There’s something special about these fragile and inseparable musicians" - AAA Music

"If it was a vinyl record, it would be very tempting to flip it over and put the needle back at the start of the first side." - Folk Radio UK

"Raw and torn like a heart" - SupaJam.com

"Emotive and elegiac, nostalgic and quietly powerful in the way it simmers amidst lush orchestration." - Whisperinandhollerin.co.uk

"A blend of acoustic brilliance making you think, making you imagine and making you listen and enjoy." - Fatea Magazine.

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released 09 February 2015

On this recording The Glue Ensemble are Zee Ahmad, Ben Blaine, CJ Lodge, Lyllou Chevalier, Chrissie Ransome, Stephen Pretty, Jude Christian, Linda Jonas & Polly.

Recorded by Paul Smith at the Brook House Winter 2011.

Mixed & Mastered by Patrick Collier at Perivale Studios Summer 2012.

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The Glue Ensemble London, UK

Alternative acoustic music from London and Paris.

We are the sound of slipping away before everyone else wakes. We are the feeling of a train journey back to where you grew up. We are the sound of tea-time at a funeral. ... more

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Track Name: My Morning Pages
So these dark summer months
Drag forwards to their close
Time again
When no man should work

And all thoughts
Should be on sports
And abuse of intoxicants

Oh my pen
Has stayed unused for days on end
As I struggle to comprehend
The lazy passage of the sun.

I am bedazzled
By light on paper
I am curled
Like an abandoned book -

But all this can change
All this can change
All this will change
All this must change.

DESPITE THE DARKNESS OF THE SUN
AND THE BRIGHTNESS OF THE NIGHT
I MUST METAMORPHOSE MYSELF INTO SOME
SEMBLANCE OF A MAN.

But instead I lie like a tongue
In the mouth of a fool.
Track Name: Some Notes From My Hospital Bed
The rats in the wall are mixing up a message
But they can't get to grips with the stamps or addressage
And I'd kill them all - 'cos I've a rat's sense of humour:
A joke's not "I love you", it's news of another tumour.

SO BRING YOUR CLEAVER INTO THE SHOWER
I'LL BE YOUR KING FOR THE NEXT HALF HOUR
EVERYTHING'S TEMPORARY LIKE CUT FLOWERS
BUT I'LL BE YOUR KING FOR THE NEXT HALF HOUR

Stop making eyes at the boys on the busses!
You can ring my bell if you drop me where the dust is.
My French pen friend writes about the slaughter,
She says you pick up your bandage from the hospital porter

BRING YOUR CLEAVER INTO THE SHOWER...

I sing my soul to all and sundry,
These Sunday shenanigans, this maudlin assembly,
Tom waits for no man in the gardening shed
While I write these notes from a hospital bed.

BRING YOU CLEAVER INTO THE SHOWER...
Track Name: Death Of A Civil Servant
He goes out walking to escape the thought
His beard is the bramble in which he is caught
Blackberries bleed onto his fingers as he takes off a shoe
Feels the certainty of certainty cutting through
And analgesia seeps from the sleeping soil
As the evening sun burns beetles backs and makes the brain boil -
His beard is the bramble, home to all the words
That sing silent against the sunset like the sighing of the birds

Who sing-
LIFE IS JUST THE PAUSE
BETWEEN THE CURTAIN AND THE APPLAUSE
AND LOVE IS THE MIRROR
OF THE PAIN IT WILL CAUSE

Worms they hold his counsel as they pull below the ground
Grave little ministers, devouring the sound
Beetles bite and burrow as he lies against a tree
And if there's someone in there with him, it's no one he can see
Because his mind is wound with ivy and the path is overgrown
So he unties his tie and lies as silent as a stone
And no one saw him live and no one saw him stop
And the world will stay spinning and the leaves will still drop

Singing -
LIFE IS JUST THE PAUSE....

Now there's seeds in his belly! Spiders in his teeth!
His body bends the bushes - pushing up from underneath
The canopy of root and branch reformed into a mouth -
Words fly up to heaven! but birds are flying south
And he can feel the sap rising in his veins
And the certainty of certainty is born of doubt and pain
And beetles bite and burrow in the body that once was
And dignity asks questions and the answer is just because

LIFE IS JUST THE PAUSE...
Track Name: Human Resources
Do you know what I am doing here today?
I'm here to crush your spirit into little tiny pieces
It's not personal, it's contractual you hear.
Remember the forms that you filled? Well, you did not adhere.

So please make way for my man
Make haste and keep grace and save face
As we don't want a dirty filthy scene.

All the things that you built just whispers on the breeze
Well it's not '98 when you had the world at your feet
Everyone is younger, fitter, faster and more aware
Smart phone applications and time management software

So please make way for my man
Make haste and keep grace and save face
As we don't want a dirty filthy scene.
Track Name: The Devil In The Garden
I'm not the greatest of men but I mean what I say
Thought I mean nothing to you in the cold light of day
But in the heat of the night, beneath a tobacco stained moon,
I am the voice of the rain at the start of the monsoon.

In this garden of delight and shade I am here,
Turning cider in the apples and bitterness into beer.
My cut glass laugh will run through the grass and whisper in your ear:
Steal the honey from the bees and on bended knee tell me - why are you here?

BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT SCARED OF ME
YOU'RE NOT SCARED OF ME BUT YOU SHOULD BE
YOU'RE NOT SCARED OF ME
YOU'RE NOT SCARED OF ME BUT YOU SHOULD BE

I put my hand in yours at the baggage carousel
And we watched a wingless million file through to their short stay hotel
They hang up their suits and lie naked and hopeful
That somehow some angel could come and engulf them all.

And don't imagine I don't care about the damage and repair,
I'm a man of my word and my price is always fair.
So if you bring the hammers, then I'll bring the wings,
We can talk until sunrise to see what it brings.

AND YOU'RE NOT SCARED OF ME...

(this is love)
Track Name: Soft & Low
Sing soft and low
About the only home I know
I'm not going to let you go
I'm not going to let you go

Talk loud and long
About where we wrong
You're so cold from the snow
But I'm not going to let you go

If I hold my head underwater
I will see my sister's daughter
Swimming beyond us all
Swimming beyond these walls

Sing soft and low
We don't say but we know
We're swimming against the flow
But I'm not going to let you go
Track Name: Love Like Glue
I love my love but she's such a little riddle
I got her a ring but there was nothing in the middle
Except space to put a finger
Space for love to linger
And deliver little memories of all the love I bring her

SINGING - WHEN YOU KNOW IT'S TRUE
I WILL KNOW TOO
BECAUSE ALL ALONG I KNEW
I'VE GOT THIS LOVE LIKE GLUE

I love my love but she's such a little riddle
A tangle of curves and curls with a temper like a griddle
And laughing in the library
Big eyed silent bribery
Dinosaur bones and stately homes and weightless words reminding me

THAT WHEN YOU KNOW IT'S TRUE...

A love like paper and string
Will leave you tied up and hide everything
A love like scissors and stone
Will leave you cut up and all alone
But a love like glue
Will see you through.

I love my love but she's such a little riddle
I got her a ring but there was nothing in the middle
Except space to put a finger
Space for love to linger
And deliver little memories of all the love I bring her

SINGING - WHEN YOU KNOW IT'S TRUE...
Track Name: Bitter Cut
Patience gets you nowhere (nowhere)
I should kick over your furniture (your furniture)
This meeting's over, I should go (call security)
Before I throw you out your window (4th storey window)

TOAST AND MARMALADE WILL MAKE IT ALRIGHT
THIS LIFE SHOULD BE SUGAR AND SUNLIGHT

Why do good things happen to bad people (happen to bad people)
Must the sun shine on us equal? (shine on us equal)
The fruits of your labours (grows fat on the vine)
Ripen such bittersweet flavours (such bitter sweet flavours)

TOAST AND MARMALADE...

May the good go with you to the grave.
May the good go with you to the grave.
To the grave.
Track Name: London Fields
This town, you said,
Was made of cobweb
And it reeks of sleep
Dead beats of Shoreditch
Will move to see houses
And feed puffins in snow.

And I see -
I see right through.
And I see -
I see right through London Fields

As we recoil from the stasis
And incomplete mathematics
Someone lit the matches.
And these women wear veils
And these veils prevail
And these veils trail aeroplanes.

And I see -
I see right through.
And I see -
I see right through London Fields
Track Name: Paper Bullets
When you, when you go the distance
Feel the light's resistance
To your eyes.

Bright lights, bright lights in winter
Split the ice to splinters
Of sunrise.

But don't you, don't you be so naive.
Don't be the one to believe
There's any surprise

Waiting at the end of this distance,
No pill or assistance
Or blue skies.

It's always, always the tether and the taper
We change nothing but the paper
On which we begin.

And they say trees - trees are our lungs
But in the shadow of the sun
Trees breath in;

They're waiting, waiting to be book bound
Waiting to be word found
Waiting to begin.

So when you, when you see a shadow
Like Harry Lime at your window
Go to him.


As we walked out down by the water
We saw our lives were more than just money, bricks and mortar
Paper bullets in the head
Bang son, bang and your dead.
Track Name: We Used To Live Round Here
Saddle me up and let me ride
Under the stars
And over housewives.
'Cos these 4 walls will suck you in,
The dust coats your back like a second skin.

'Cos monkey town just sparkles
And it just shimmers and it just shines in LCD
And it's solid state of static
It's a solid state of static riding free.

Getting my thrills and spilling my pills
Doing whiskey for shooters on
Dominion Scooters at will
'Cos these 4 walls will suck you in,
The dust coats your back like a second skin.

'Cos monkey town just sparkles
And it just shimmers and it just shines in LCD
And it's solid state of static
It's a solid state of static riding free.
'Cos monkey town just sparkles
And it just shimmers and it just shines in LCD
And it's solid state of static
It's a solid state of static between you and me.

(Dans ma maison sous terre
Omawé omawé
Tao tao ouistiti
Tao tao ouistiti)

From the back of the middle of the morning breeze
To the middle of the ride on the passenger side it's alright
From the back of the middle of the morning breeze
To the middle of the ride on the passenger side it's alright
Because we used to live round here.