We Used To Live Round Here

by The Glue Ensemble

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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.
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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...
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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...
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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.
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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)
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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
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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...
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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.
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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
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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.
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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.

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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 February 9, 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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