Again some people have been sharing a clipped ending version of this classic hit by Glen here with Rachel Zegler so here is the full piece . .
Take this sinking boat and point it home . .
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What I think of as pop music is broadly defined. Some songs are, by consensus, mainstream, but even some of those often push at the edges. Others take the format, length and shape of pop songs, but to my ears they don’t sound anything like the ones considered more mainstream. That said, they’re all equal in my book, I don’t think of any of them as inside or outside - as I’ve seen those definitions change with plenty of exceptions that prove the rules are meant to be broken.
I’m still on tour. As of August 1, we’ll have about 1 ½ months to go. It will be a year total. It’s a long one, but it’s going extremely well and the general vibe among the band and crew is, amazingly, still good.
The whole band has folding bikes that we travel with- if I have an afternoon off I’ll often go for a ride to clear my head, and if I’m on my own and it’s a secure path or not a busy road… I’ll listen to this playlist.
- David Byrne
Listen to this month's playlist on: Apple Music: Click Here Mixcloud (free streaming): Click Here |
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Check out the new tour dates HERE (New NYC, LA, ASIA, MEXICO dates added) |
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My new album "Who Is The Sky?" is now available on all streaming platforms - LISTEN HERE |
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Somebody asked me the other day about Ian Dury changing the lyrics of ‘England’s Glory' over the years ( he wrote it back around the time of Kilburn and The Highroads pre-Blockheads) and he did sometimes quite often but they asked me about a reference to "Spider Rowe" and this answers that query . . . . . .
Ian needed help from the effects of his polio as a child to get on stage and rather than be embarrassed about it often became a feature of his arrival on stage with an ‘assistant’ Spider Rowe was an early one of these and is pictured below adjusting the height of Ian’s microphone
Revisiting an old favourite edition of OGWT is never a miss! This is what turned me onto Ry all these years ago and went straight out and bought Boomer’s Story (still a favourite record desk vinyl, tape and CD!)
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We shall have everything we want and there’ll be no more dying
on the pretty plains or in the supper clubs
for our symbol we’ll acknowledge vulgar materialistic laughter
over an insatiable sexual appetite
and the streets will be filled with racing forms
and the photographs of murderers and narcissists and movie stars
will swell from the walls and books alive in steaming rooms
to press against our burning flesh not once but interminably
as water flows down hill into the full-lipped basin
and the adder dives for the ultimate ostrich egg
and the feather cushion preens beneath a reclining monolith
that’s sweating with post-exertion visibility and sweetness
near the grave of love
No more dying
We shall see the grave of love as a lovely sight and temporary
near the elm that spells the lovers’ names in roots
and there’ll be no more music but the ears in lips and no more wit
but tongues in ears and no more drums but ears to thighs
as evening signals nudities unknown to ancestors’ imaginations
and the imagination itself will stagger like a tired paramour of ivory
under the sculptural necessities of lust that never falters
like a six-mile runner from Sweden or Liberia covered with gold
as lava flows up and over the far-down somnolent city’s abdication
and the hermit always wanting to be lone is lone at last
and the weight of external heat crushes the heat-hating Puritan
whose self-defeating vice becomes a proper sepulcher at last
that love may live
Buildings will go up into the dizzy air as love itself goes in
and up the reeling life that it has chosen for once or all
while in the sky a feeling of intemperate fondness will excite the birds
to swoop and veer like flies crawling across absorbed limbs
that weep a pearly perspiration on the sheets of brief attention
and the hairs dry out that summon anxious declaration of the organs
as they rise like buildings to the needs of temporary neighbors
pouring hunger through the heart to feed desire in intravenous ways
like the ways of gods with humans in the innocent combination of light
and flesh or as the legends ride their heroes through the dark to found
great cities where all life is possible to maintain as long as time
which wants us to remain for cocktails in a bar and after dinner
lets us live with it
No more dying
(Lee Perry)
[featuring The Heptones, Junior Murvin, The Congos produced by Lee Perry]
1977
