Four of my favourite albums of '05 from across the pond.

C

Codreanu

Guest
...or, tonight, I have entirely too much free time on my hands.

Hood - "Outside Closer"
The Remote Viewer - "Let your Heart Draw a Line"
Piano Magic - "Disaffected"
The Montgolfier Brothers - "All my Bad Thoughts"

Hood - "Outside Closer"

01. (Int)
http://s6.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=2B6K5RE4LBH5F161EI4DJ1O1R1

02. The Negatives
http://s56.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=3RXF4GYORT5KH3JUECN2GYI923

03. Any Hopeful Thoughts Arrive
http://s65.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0LPXLH6D4V9A03BWVNBYIO6FMI

04. End of One Train Working
http://s18.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=1Z3DTAM6JKP8933SXLXRHHLBCT

05. Winter '72
http://s18.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=22R75AWS5K1KV1DHW1WLVZ7A4T

06. The Lost You
http://s18.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=2G7RW7RA35Y1G04LM5ZOCDFRNK

07. Still Rain Fell
http://s18.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=3S8B9293MM3MT0X79ZJBYLWOGW

08. L. Fading Hills
http://s18.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=30JX1P08XJS130ZFK8XHJBDW90

09. Closure
http://s18.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=2UCSYD6540FY011Z3N2D020KDU

10. This is it, Forever
http://s18.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=2M8DT5KMZ6DE80RO6TUYFWE3CU

Go outside on the coldest, snowiest day of the year. Take off your coat, your hat, your gloves, whatever's keeping you warm. Lie down in the snow. Stay there for as long as you can. When the cold has seeped into your limbs and you're beginning to feel sleepy, gather your things and go inside. Again, remove as much clothing as you can, then find a warm spot and sit, and wait.
Outside Closer is the sound of people thawing.

Hood tap into a peculiar, pastoral vein of sensory constriction. Their songs are surrounded in haze, unresolved detail, half-glimpsed notions, third-generation copies of Platonic ideals. Unlike so much of today's music, they offer few if any obvious, toe-curling payoffs on your four- to seven-minute investment; the attraction is the warm, insular, slightly uncomfortable world they create. It's a love-it-or-hate-it place -- a land of quiet, lonely Sunday afternoons, stage one mourning, sense-sapping sickness, crushing depression and that sharp but distant tingle you feel as circulation gradually returns to your extremities. It's possible, at times like these, that nothing exists beyond the music's gauzy veil; sounds that should lessen your feeling of isolation instead enhance and focus it back at you. Creepy, isn't it?

"The Negatives" is Outside Closer's first blurry jolt. Rich strings, solemn acoustic guitar and a reverse-gated accordion-type instrument mingle over a tambourine and handclap-spiced rhythm track; it floods in like a migraine, imposing its jingling lockstep rhythm on your every movement, the breathy, half-heard vocals sighing like late-night confessions. "There isn't any space for love any more," they sing. "And if you know the feeling then you'll surely go / to the furthest place from your house / stand there a while / Make sure you’re broke / And watch the birds fly round." It's hard to say what's so bleak and alien about the image -- the distance? The loneliness? -- but simply pondering the group's instructions can induce depression.

"Any Hopeful Thoughts Arrive"'s choppy, IDM-ish beats build to a more satisfying peak -- crashing cymbals, sighing strings, soaring horns and glitchy drums creating random capsules of instrumental perfection that'll make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. By contrast, "Winter 72" threatens an even louder conflagration for its first few minutes, but always sidesteps: we hear the noise bursts, the phasing effects and the reverb in the distance, as if they're happening down the hall while we're mired in plodding beats. "The Lost You" initially regurgitates its melody in little blasts of sound, bargain-basement glitch bursts that sound as if they were made by manipulating a two-position switch. Once it gets going, the song pits overbearing melodic thrusts against a plateau of blunted chimes -- a sensory drubbing that could give you the shakes if you're the delicate type.

That's the point when Outside Closer begins its long, slow slide into abject depression. "L. Fading Hills" is the sound of a feverish Brian Wilson imagining that he's Amon Tobin. "Closure"'s threadbare isolation offers no closure whatsoever. Closer "This Is It, Forever" is a hidden track you can't find -- oblique, encoded emotion that's either too far away to understand or too close to process.

Keep the Prozac close when you finish the album. Outside Closer is maddeningly indirect, and the diminishing returns of its final minutes might make you wonder why you invested the time in the first place. But honestly, how many albums can claim to have so palpable an effect? When was the last time you finished listening to a record and didn't want to be touched for a few minutes? Outside Closer is a treacherously slippery slope of misfired emotions, capable of triggering self-loathing, cautious joy -- even paranoia. It will leave you feeling drained, prickly, nervous, angry... and far more attuned to your emotions as they continue to thaw.

* * *

The Remote Viewer - "let your Heart Draw a Line"

01. They're Closing Down the Shop
http://s18.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=2UI8GQ71B8HPD2VF1ZFCXQNRFW

02. To Completion
http://s18.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=12KWQXRNSVTIQ2QYT29HMAERJU

03. Sometimes, you Can't Decide
http://s18.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=2NPTTKFPM88B51L0O9HSTXC6F5

04. Last Night you Said Goodbye, Now it Seems Years
http://s9.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=26BKKGCRN7IBV0UIMXZD8TJ259

05. Take your Lights with You
http://s9.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=17NCUQPMXTY7L0LDLJF6U3OCCT

06. I'm Sad Feeling!
http://s9.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=2UD9IZ91JODF905PZI5EIBE8HH

07. The f***ing Bleeding Hearts Brigade
http://s9.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0FSPCMHEJWJ1Q37URBHB1KLUDO

08. It's So Funny how we Don't Talk Anymore
http://s9.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=2UMJM0W0MHQYB2XGL8LR9FOYX7

09. Kindtransport
http://s9.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=1M2KRHOBUGDUU0AI3RAJ6MQ0X8

10. How Did you Both Look me in the Eye?
http://s7.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=1AO36AAAZ698N3C9U1IDSRC67O

Cover art [lp] (front)
http://s11.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=19T6JN33IXE1I2TRCPRB6J5IYS

Cover art [lp] (back)
http://s11.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0XJPK0XTOTWYW0TU94IFMCQP5Q

Craig Tattersall and Andrew Johnson, founding members of Hood, now working together as The Remote Viewer after a brief stint as the Famous Boyfriend, are part of a peculiar strain of Very English Music with a history almost as underground and esoteric as the England’s Hidden Reverse faction of Coil, Current 93 and Nurse With Wound. The duo is connected to operatives as diverse as Sarah Records artists Boyracer, Stewart Anderson’s 555 label, Empress, Third Eye Foundation, and potting-shed drone artist John Clyde-Evans. This back-history shores up The Remote Viewer’s aesthetic: electronic music that is melancholy and diffident, drawing on the humility and existentialism of Hood, the minimalism of Empress’ drowsy pop songs, and the indie pop of Sarah.

Let Your Heart Draw a Line is as divisive as The Remote Viewer’s other albums. The duo often teeters on the edge of misery, sounding effortlessly downcast. Some schmuck once tried to pin ‘bedroom electronica’ as a genre tag for this slightly gauche breed of introverted musing, and they almost got it right: this music is defiantly alone, happy to sit away from everyone, slightly dejected, pondering its inability to breathe life into its own quarters. When The Remote Viewer fall into this trap, they are no different to the drippy skulking and perpetual underachievement of so many discs clogging the release schedules of imprints like Morr Music and The Leaf Label.

Thankfully, the duo often escapes the wallow intrinsic to so much modern bedroom music. Let Your Heart Draw a Line excels when they discover a ‘lexicon of intimacy’ - where their diminutive songs imply familiarity and warmth. This is audible in the hesitant breaths that puncture “Kindtransport” or the unsticking of guest vocalist Nicola Hodgkinson’s lips at the beginning of “Take Your Lights With You.” It’s not just the human voice that offers this ‘out,’ as instrumentals like “To Completion” gleam with delicate detail, essaying resonant miniatures that – as with the best of this sub-set of electronica, such as Colleen, To Rococo Rot, and Fennesz – privilege space and restraint, allowing a kind of semi-ambivalence that hints at emotional responses rather than floundering in melancholy indulgence. If The Remote Viewer’s bloodlines are awkward indie and pastoral pop, they could do well to emphasize the pastoral and its plenitude of expressive contours, rather than the mawkish sentiment that bogs down some of their output. Because a good portion of Let Your Heart Draw a Line is undeniably lovely - music that’s small but quietly proud, a late-night exegesis on transitory states.

* * *

Piano Magic - "Disaffected"

01. You Can Hear the Room
http://s7.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=357QDGNRYDNM10MJXDAGXKCKFW

02. Love & Music
http://s7.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=3IGUERYHZG4DC0QTCPMKP5UUH7

03. Night of the Hunter
http://s6.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=01SU8TO3H8XZL1Z5UL983VMB5B

04. Disaffected
http://s6.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=36R1JTRR8TGGD0O2CUGR2OJIXJ

05. Theory of Ghosts
http://s55.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=15NO1UZ8H8XVJ3DPBLAZTHNAC4

06. Your Ghost
http://s55.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=2W6XMJQUNEZNW182TKSV51B5MT

07. I Must Leave London
http://s55.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=3R4N3J7IZ98IN12FA51S7TRQ9A

08. Deleted Scenes
http://s55.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0EFIR3CDL1JDM1RBRAGM899Z6I

09. The Nostalgist
http://s55.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=2R8O84N4OJ6EK03HTDAJ0B55X9

10. You Can Never Get Lost (When you've Nowhere to Go)
http://s55.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0QMTVXE7FW5AE0RA7RVB0C7SEN

11. Deleted Scenes (extended mix)
http://s55.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=2R2635QQ33SO433BGX59HMRH9G

Cover art (front)
http://s15.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0Z8BLB90DCIJY0WB7SPZT8D3UN

Cover Art (back)
http://s15.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=3CI9X7Y9N48SW1F274NUY0AMEC

If, as the title implies, Glen Johnson (the main man behind Piano Magic) is merely disaffected, it's disturbing to consider what he might come up with if he were actually feeling sad or depressed. The album cover gives a pretty good idea of the most likely response to Disaffected's overwhelmingly bleak outlook. Even taking into account the oddly dancefloor-oriented beat that Johnson adds to the album's final track (an extended remix of "Deleted Scenes"), nothing on Disaffected could be described in upbeat terms; all is dark and melancholy, from the music to the lyrics to Johnson's haunted (and haunting) vocals.
Of course, as Johnson demonstrates throughout the album, even darkness possesses a multitude of shades and degrees, and hearing him explore them is what makes Disaffected such an intriguing listen. In opener "You Can Hear The Room", for example, icy synths back Johnson's claustrophobic lyrics ("You can hear the room on these long winter nights") as he captures winter's oppressive gloom, while on "Night of The Hunter" a ringing guitar line that wouldn't sound out of place on a downtempo Coldplay anthem is undermined by creepy, menacing lyrics like "Sleep tight, this snowy night / For spring, you will never see again", and "I'm twenty steps from the funeral / I'm twenty steps from your last breath." There's urban fatigue in "I Must Leave London" ("It is bad for my soul / It is making a hole that will erode me"), disconnection and alienation from friends and acquaintances in "Deleted Scenes", and a general fear of both the past and the future. You'll hear it in "The Nostalgist", as "I can't get on because I live in the past" gives way to "The present is imperfect and the future, well, it's conditional", and in "You Can Never Get Lost (When You've Nowhere To Go)", when Johnson sings, "I will haunt myself blind".

It goes without saying that heartbreak features prominently on Disaffected's maudlin menu -- but in the downbeat double-bill "Theory of Ghosts" and "Your Ghost", the idea of being unable to let go of someone takes on an entirely new (and distinctly unsettling) dimension. In "Theory", Johnson sings, "I've a theory of girls / They always seem to leave in the spring / As if they know that it hurts more to carry a heartbreak through the summer." The latter will make you wonder whether the girl in question left the relationship or this mortal coil -- note the references to skeletons, blood and "the kill".

It would be nice to be able to say that Disaffected offers occasional respite from Johnson's depressive moan -- but it doesn't. Yes, he sings "I met a girl who said she loved me" in "Love & Music", but that's followed by "I hadn't heard those words before." He goes on to sing, "All I need is love and music / Love and music 'til I die", giving the impression that he can't wait for that eventuality to come to pass. The gloominess pervades, even when Johnson isn't providing the vocals -- on the title track, Angèle David-Guillou provides a female contrast, but she's singing about being worked to death! "The rain makes me happy," she concludes, as if that somehow turns the mood around.

So yes, Disaffected is depressing -- but it's still worth hearing. Piano Magic capture despair, in all its many forms, with uncanny accuracy; it's fascinating to hear an artist give the emotion such depth. It may be music to slit your wrists by, but at least you'll be humming when you go.

* * *

The Montgolfier Brothers - "All my Bad Thoughts"

01. The First Rumours of Spring
http://s15.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0G8CZDKSOTOJW0ZYA28CMXVA0J

02. Don't Get Upset if I...
http://s15.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=01V8XFOZ0K0C2G91V76XFIB50

03. All my Bad Thoughts
http://s15.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=3KRCT7D93WJBU2A94XEQLMSKXP

04. Sins & Omissions
http://s15.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=078ACTSR3S8AU0PEI6PJG39FVF

05. Stopping for Breath
http://s15.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0TGB97N0PPA5N3AYDYJXGJUW4N

06. Koffee Pot
http://s15.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=14APCSSIUZXPT0W2Y4MGSDCXQW

07. Brecht's Last Waltz (Summer is Over)
http://s15.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=2A5DUKV9W23IX3PA73HFIJ0SZW

08. Quite an Adventure
http://s11.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=1KZRZKEQPMJUS2W6EBV4OJ35PU

09. Journey's End
http://s11.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=162JUT39AN06Q2RTF1LN3QDKPA

10. It's Over, It's Ended, It's Finished
http://s11.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=1H5JOYJX0YERP1IFK21CI13I3Q

The Montgolfier Brothers' "World is Flat" (which I wrote about here, and which you can listen to here,) is an incredibly sad song. It's a song of smiling rock-bottom, of standing at a window with empty hands. And I never thought that Roger Quigley would stay in that unhappy place. It's with some worry, therefore, that I listen to All My Bad Thoughts and find that things have not got much brighter for him. The Montgolfier Brothers are stuck in the bluegrey dawn hours when everything feels hopeless, when everything is painted beautiful. "Journey's End" is a song of horrific loss, of paralysis, of longing. It's the opposite of Xiu Xiu's inward cursing - The Montgolfier Brothers look out, across the town, to where the former lover is sleeping; they look out, around the world, to where the sun is curving to greet them; they look out, out, out, to all the places they've ever gone, they've ever kissed, they've ever felt happy. The piano plays with a sharp loveliness, a circling serenade, but there under its surface is the wreck, the dread, the awful f***ing inevitability of things that have already happened.
 
B

Be Yourself

Guest
Just wanted to say thanks for introducing me to The Montgolfier Brothers.
Before I listened to the album you posted, I read a bit about them and was pleasantly surprised to find they are from Manchester, so I may even get a chance to see them locally before too long.
Anyway, I'm finding them quite intriguing and I'm enjoying this album.
(btw, if you could post 'Stopping for Breath' again, I'd appreciate it, as I was unable to download that particular track for some reason...)

Don't know if you're familiar with Dead Can Dance, but I've just been rediscovering these tracks that I used to have many years ago which I like very much.
You'll notice that they are all sung by the male half of the partnership that is DCD, Brendan Perry, this is largely due to the fact that I have no interest in them when the female vocalist is performing, which is, unfortunately, most of the time.
OK, hope you enjoy the songs if you've not heard them before. All the best for 2006.

http://s27.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=3TMJW72GRP0GO0QQ57X754QL7R
Dead Can Dance - The Carnival Is Over
Outside
The storm clouds gathering,
Moved silently along the dusty boulevard.
Where flowers turning crane their fragile necks
So they can in turn
Reach up and kiss the sky.
They are driven by a strange desire
Unseen by the human eye
Someone is calling.
I remember when you held my hand
In the park we would play when the circus came to town.
Look! Over here.
Outside
The circus gathering
Moved silently along the rainswept boulevard.
The procession moved on the shouting is over
The fabulous freaks are leaving town.
They are driven by a strange desire
Unseen by the human eye.
The carnival is over
We sat and watched
As the moon rose again
For the very first time.

http://s26.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0V3KVNWDQP11I0AIZ5DH8BZKN
Dead Can Dance - How Fortunate The Man With None
You saw sagacious Solomon
You know what came of him,
To him complexities seemed plain.
He cursed the hour that gave birth to him
And saw that everything was vain.
How great and wise was Solomon.
The world however did not wait
But soon observed what followed on.
It's wisdom that had brought him to this state.
How fortunate the man with none.

You saw courageous Caesar next
You know what he became.
They deified him in his life
Then had him murdered just the same.
And as they raised the fatal knife
How loud he cried: you too my son!
The world however did not wait
But soon observed what followed on.
It's courage that had brought him to that state.
How fortunate the man with none.

You heard of honest Socrates
The man who never lied:
They weren't so grateful as you'd think
Instead the rulers fixed to have him tried
And handed him the poisoned drink.
How honest was the people's noble son.
The world however did not wait
But soon observed what followed on.
It's honesty that brought him to that state.
How fortunate the man with none.

Here you can see respectable folk
Keeping to God's own laws.
So far he hasn't taken heed.
You who sit safe and warm indoors
Help to relieve our bitter need.
How virtuously we had begun.
The world however did not wait
But soon observed what followed on.
It's fear of god that brought us to that state.
How fortunate the man with none.

http://s26.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=1P84R7HSXDUU61DQGL16FNK7LS
Dead Can Dance - The Ubiquitous Mr Lovegrove
I thought that you knew it all
Well you've seen it ten times before.
I thought that you had it down
With both your feet on the ground.
I love slow ... slow but deep.
Feigned affections wash over me.
Dream on my dear
And renounce temporal obligations.
Dream on my dear
It's a sleep from which you may not awaken.
You build me up then you knock me down.
You play the fool while I play the clown.
We keep time to the beat of an old slave drum.
You raise my hopes then you raise the odds
You tell me that I dream too much
Now I'm serving time in disillusionment.
I don't believe you anymore ... I don't believe you.
I thought that I knew it all
I'd seen all the signs before.
I thought that you were the one
In darkness my heart was won.
You build me up then you knock me down.
You play the fool while I play the clown.
We keep time to the beat of an old slave drum.
You raise my hopes then you raise the odds
You tell me that I dream too much
Now I'm serving time in a domestic graveyard.
I don't believe you anymore ... I don't believe you.
Never let it be said I was untrue
I never found a home inside of you.
Never let it be said I was untrue
I gave you all my time.
 
C

Codreanu

Guest
> Just wanted to say thanks for introducing me to The Montgolfier Brothers.
> Before I listened to the album you posted, I read a bit about them and was
> pleasantly surprised to find they are from Manchester, so I may even get a
> chance to see them locally before too long.
> Anyway, I'm finding them quite intriguing and I'm enjoying this album.
> (btw, if you could post 'Stopping for Breath' again, I'd appreciate it, as
> I was unable to download that particular track for some reason...)

Sure. Here you go:
05. Stopping for Breath
http://s21.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=1U93OE8MWJAI92NATK3FHL6YUR

I also have their 2000 debut "Seventeen Stars" on my pc. The songs are neither as piano-based nor spartan as the more recent work; very Durutti Columnesque. I could upload this later, should it be of interest.

> Don't know if you're familiar with Dead Can Dance, but I've just been
> rediscovering these tracks that I used to have many years ago which I like
> very much.
> You'll notice that they are all sung by the male half of the partnership
> that is DCD, Brendan Perry, this is largely due to the fact that I have no
> interest in them when the female vocalist is performing, which is,
> unfortunately, most of the time.

Ohhh, the first one -- 'The Carnival is Over' -- is exquisite! "How fortunate..." reminds me of something from Black Tape for a Blue Girl, only without BTFABG's annoying vocalist(s). Would you believe I am entirely unfamiliar with Dead Can Dance? Though I've had the intention to investigate their material for some time now. The few tracks I had previously sampled featured the female moiety on vocals... withal some "tribal" elements which put me off a little. However, I do very much like the mp3s (excepting "...Mr. Lovegrove") you have posted. Thank you.
 
P

poprenaissance

Guest
how WEIRD

those are my EXACT favorites from that album...

> Just wanted to say thanks for introducing me to The Montgolfier Brothers.
> Before I listened to the album you posted, I read a bit about them and was
> pleasantly surprised to find they are from Manchester, so I may even get a
> chance to see them locally before too long.
> Anyway, I'm finding them quite intriguing and I'm enjoying this album.
> (btw, if you could post 'Stopping for Breath' again, I'd appreciate it, as
> I was unable to download that particular track for some reason...)

> Don't know if you're familiar with Dead Can Dance, but I've just been
> rediscovering these tracks that I used to have many years ago which I like
> very much.
> You'll notice that they are all sung by the male half of the partnership
> that is DCD, Brendan Perry, this is largely due to the fact that I have no
> interest in them when the female vocalist is performing, which is,
> unfortunately, most of the time.
> OK, hope you enjoy the songs if you've not heard them before. All the best
> for 2006.

> http://s27.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=3TMJW72GRP0GO0QQ57X754QL7R Dead Can
> Dance - The Carnival Is Over
> Outside
> The storm clouds gathering,
> Moved silently along the dusty boulevard.
> Where flowers turning crane their fragile necks
> So they can in turn
> Reach up and kiss the sky.
> They are driven by a strange desire
> Unseen by the human eye
> Someone is calling.
> I remember when you held my hand
> In the park we would play when the circus came to town.
> Look! Over here.
> Outside
> The circus gathering
> Moved silently along the rainswept boulevard.
> The procession moved on the shouting is over
> The fabulous freaks are leaving town.
> They are driven by a strange desire
> Unseen by the human eye.
> The carnival is over
> We sat and watched
> As the moon rose again
> For the very first time.

> http://s26.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0V3KVNWDQP11I0AIZ5DH8BZKN Dead Can
> Dance - How Fortunate The Man With None
> You saw sagacious Solomon
> You know what came of him,
> To him complexities seemed plain.
> He cursed the hour that gave birth to him
> And saw that everything was vain.
> How great and wise was Solomon.
> The world however did not wait
> But soon observed what followed on.
> It's wisdom that had brought him to this state.
> How fortunate the man with none.

> You saw courageous Caesar next
> You know what he became.
> They deified him in his life
> Then had him murdered just the same.
> And as they raised the fatal knife
> How loud he cried: you too my son!
> The world however did not wait
> But soon observed what followed on.
> It's courage that had brought him to that state.
> How fortunate the man with none.

> You heard of honest Socrates
> The man who never lied:
> They weren't so grateful as you'd think
> Instead the rulers fixed to have him tried
> And handed him the poisoned drink.
> How honest was the people's noble son.
> The world however did not wait
> But soon observed what followed on.
> It's honesty that brought him to that state.
> How fortunate the man with none.

> Here you can see respectable folk
> Keeping to God's own laws.
> So far he hasn't taken heed.
> You who sit safe and warm indoors
> Help to relieve our bitter need.
> How virtuously we had begun.
> The world however did not wait
> But soon observed what followed on.
> It's fear of god that brought us to that state.
> How fortunate the man with none.

> http://s26.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=1P84R7HSXDUU61DQGL16FNK7LS Dead Can
> Dance - The Ubiquitous Mr Lovegrove
> I thought that you knew it all
> Well you've seen it ten times before.
> I thought that you had it down
> With both your feet on the ground.
> I love slow ... slow but deep.
> Feigned affections wash over me.
> Dream on my dear
> And renounce temporal obligations.
> Dream on my dear
> It's a sleep from which you may not awaken.
> You build me up then you knock me down.
> You play the fool while I play the clown.
> We keep time to the beat of an old slave drum.
> You raise my hopes then you raise the odds
> You tell me that I dream too much
> Now I'm serving time in disillusionment.
> I don't believe you anymore ... I don't believe you.
> I thought that I knew it all
> I'd seen all the signs before.
> I thought that you were the one
> In darkness my heart was won.
> You build me up then you knock me down.
> You play the fool while I play the clown.
> We keep time to the beat of an old slave drum.
> You raise my hopes then you raise the odds
> You tell me that I dream too much
> Now I'm serving time in a domestic graveyard.
> I don't believe you anymore ... I don't believe you.
> Never let it be said I was untrue
> I never found a home inside of you.
> Never let it be said I was untrue
> I gave you all my time.
 
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Be Yourself

Guest
How frightfully dull!
I got the same annoying message again:

File Transfer: Unavailable
Unfortunately, the link you have clicked is not available.
The file has most likely exceeded its allotted bandwidth or has been removed by the original sender or a recipient.

Never mind, I expect I'll be buying the CD soon anyway.

I'm glad you liked the DCD stuff (excepting "...Mr. Lovegrove", although it is nice to see the word "ubiquitous" in a song title, I'm sure you'll agree).
 
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Be Yourself

Guest
Re: how WEIRD

> those are my EXACT favorites from that album...

Then you have incredibly good taste
 
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Codreanu

Guest
> How frightfully dull!
> I got the same annoying message again:

> File Transfer: Unavailable
> Unfortunately, the link you have clicked is not available.
> The file has most likely exceeded its allotted bandwidth or has been
> removed by the original sender or a recipient.

Alright, I will simply use a different file-hosting service. Ha!

05. Stopping for Breath
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=7FXRRP8L
 
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Be Yourself

Guest
Huzzah!

> Alright, I will simply use a different file-hosting service. Ha!

> 05. Stopping for Breath
> http://www.megaupload.com/?d=7FXRRP8L

Ha Indeed!
Ta very much.
 
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