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Light The Windows In These Places Let Through

by Rhode Island

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1.
The hottest time of day, put her hand on the car Feel the flush of hot metal running straight to her heart Her mind thinks up people and places and plans The corner-shop owner predicts a war with Iran A family caught in traffic as they pass by the church The father tells the children if we’re late it’s god’s work People in the petrol station talk nuclear proliferation People in the trees, in the trains and the trams Ba-da, ba-da, ba-da! Camp by the lake where the four boys drowned Hollywood homes built on burial grounds Teachers and policeman and conservative libertarians People in the trees, in the trains and the trams Centuries of giving in, centuries of giving out Uh-oh, lock the door and switch off the radio The push and pull of people with no past We came, we saw, we never thought to ask Stick out your arm, it’s probably going to sting Ba-da, ba-da, ba-da! People in the trees, in the trains and the trams People in the trees, in the trains and the trams People in the trees, in the trains and the trams People in the trees, in the trains and the trams The hottest time of year, smell of rot on the breeze With the spiders in the house, and general sense of unease The junkmail is jammed up with exclamations and red ink Like Jack Nicholson in The Shining you would kill for a drink The photograph of Churchill in your grandparents’ house The mildew in the hallway leaves a taste in your mouth People round the laser printer prophesise an Arab winter People in the trees, in the trains and the trams Ba-da, ba-da, ba-da!
2.
A welly through my door and a bullet inside my brain A dirty floor and an ominous stain and Nicotine, nicotine, nicotine and coffee and nicotine Walking into work in pyjamas and dressing gown Stumble in the lounge give the TV a dressing down Listerine, Listerine, Listerine, Corsedyl and Listerine I lost my mind in the middle of the summer The middle of the summer, the middle of the summer I lost my mind in the middle of the summer If I wake up in the night Would you pass me a notepad and pen The spotlight is coming out again It wakes you up, wakes you up, wakes you up I’m sorry that it wakes you up In the evening when it’s heavy with heat and rain You swear you hear the Chinese woman hollering again I understand, understand, understand Although I don’t believe you We lost our minds in the middle of the summer The middle of the summer, the middle of the summer We lost our minds in the middle of the summer The middle of summer, alright! What’s the limit, what is the limit tell me What’s the limit, what is the limit limit What’s the limit, what is the limit alright!
3.
Articulation 03:17
I’ve started sleep-walking I’ve started changing, started thanking cash machines I’ve started watching Emmerdale My mother and father are pretty worried, but I’m alright Although sometimes it makes me cry When I can’t tell if someone’s beautiful or not Listen honey, I rely on the material things and labels to survive It’s the little things in life that pick you up and put you down The tiny bones in the area of articulation in the lower jaw The connections between systems: As graceful as a quenched thirst, as necessary as a dying fall But still I trawl through muddy banks to isolate the thing I love From spit-balls, nails, and hair, and used condoms Floating down the ship canal Until I realise they are in my bed as well Articulation: the state of being jointed Like a lorry on a motorway, an old friend with a place to stay I made my bed, I played the game, I hold my hands up to you Well do you think this is really all we have? Or is there more?
4.
A House 04:11
And you will know her by the sound she's making And you will hear her close the oven door And you have heard it close a hundred times before And you will know him by the sound his bag makes You watch it skip across the kitchen floor We love the sound of the central heating As it creaks behind the walls And I would die without you You took the dog to get vaccinated You pinned the appointment up behind the bed And I still see it even though the dog is dead We dream about Victorian architecture We know the lead that runs between the panes And all the while the kitchen’s going brown with nicotine stains And I am mad about you, and I am mad about you And I am mad about I, I won’t find happiness, I won’t find anything unless it’s here In the hallway we smell the damp and I hold you near I, I won’t find happiness, I won’t find anything unless it’s here In the hallway we smell the damp Thank god you’re here, thank god you’re here Thank god you’re here, thank god you’re here Thank god you’re here, thank god you’re here Thank god you’re here, thank god you’re I'm mad about you
5.
If a double-decker bus with us collides I hope I’m driving and it hits the passenger side I’m used to feeling bad about feeling bad These days, I feel nothing at all: they’re the best I’ve had Till death us do part, lawyers take heart Septuagenarians falling apart at the seems Is it wrong? I’d feel no shame or sense of guilt After all, you’re life-insuranced up to the hilt And I could finally get that conservatory built without you Til death us do part, I’ll take the car You take the house, I’ll take the kids We’ll loudly pontificate on all the things we never did I should have done this years ago, let the neighbours talk I know I’m right, I know I’m right
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7.
Gouranga 05:37
Don’t you push me, I need to be alone And don’t you rush me, I need to be on my own The phone-lines crackle with hate Over head satellites triangulate I read it on a motorway, call out Gouranga And things will be OK, even if the words won’t go away And when there’s nothing left to say, whisper Gouranga And things will be OK, there’s cloud ahead The skies are looking grey, oh they’re looking grey Uh-ohhh The streetlights find me, I’ve got to find me a route To the middle of the road I sold everything I ever owned The phone-lines crackle with hate Over head satellites triangulate I read it on a motorway, call out Gouranga And things will be OK, even if the words won’t go away And when there’s nothing left to say, whisper Gouranga! And things will be OK, there’s cloud ahead The skies are looking grey, oh they’re looking grey
8.
Alcoholics 02:27
I spent the month finishing my screenplay off A sitcom about two alcoholics They share a flat that overlooks the railway track Their lives are full of horror and hilarity Variations on a recurring joke The laughs come thick and fast as each week we realise That they’ll do anything, anything, anything Anything, anything at all They’ll do it over and over and over and over again, yeah! One of them is in denial about his problem The other is disarmingly frank: comedic tension They row a lot about whether they have kids or not And who is that woman who called? They can’t remember And every week the situation starts again ‘Cos they’ll do anything, anything, anything, anything Anything, anything, anything, anything Anything, anything, anything, anything, anything at all They’ll do it over and over and over and over again
9.
On the train out from the centre-ville You and me, a kind of serenity We drank so much, we threw up on the Ferris Wheel Count the streets and broken seats, I turned to you And tried to say: oh baby please! I feel the same way everyday, I feel the same way everyday I feel the same way everyday, and I hope you feel the same I just think I need to get my need back We need to be somewhere overseas I won’t find a summer like the one I knew you had I can’t decide what to show and what to feel If this is life then tell my why I say the same thing everyday, I say the same thing everyday I say the same thing everyday, and its not even that great In a way it almost makes me start (In a way its something indescribable) In a way it almost breaks my heart (In a way its something near unspeakable) In a way it’s making me see clearly when I know its just a blur And I see its something you hold dearly Now I don’t even know where to start This sadness in my heart, malevolent and breeding down I’ve got to turn these words around from black and blue But you’ve got so many memories coursing through your mind Am I competing all the time? The Sunshine Skylark’s in my mind I wear the same clothes everyday I wear the same clothes everyday I wear the same clothes everyday And I’m not sure what that says In a way it almost makes me start (In a way its something indescribable) In a way it almost breaks my heart (In a way its something near unspeakable) In a way it’s making me see clearly when I know its just a blur And I see its something you hold dearly In this Sunshine Skylark world Good morning John Lerro, good morning John Lerro Good morning John Lerro, good morning John Lerro Good morning John Lerro, good morning John Lerro Good morning John Lerro, good morning John Lerro
10.
Try to imagine nothing at all If you can manage it would you give me call And tell me, is it fat or skinny? Is it short or tall? Is nothing black or white or brown, or big or small? I’m a hopeless bore, you’re a hopeless drunk We’ve said these things before But let’s say them again and again And they’ll change in repetition, and we’ll fall in love again Do me a favour, write me a song About the tiniest things in our lives: 2 ft wide x 2ft tall Let’s not ask questions, let’s just go out and dance The emptiness in rock n roll is our only chance And we fall apart, everytime he sings, put on Golden Years And then we’ll listen to Word on A Wing Sweet name you’re born once again, once again for me Come a little closer and we’ll sing it again and again And we’ll change in repetition No, no, I don’t know what I’m feeling I don’t know what I’m feeling at all No, no, I don’t know what I’m feeling I don’t know what I’m feeling at all No, no, I don’t know what I’m feeling I don’t know what I’m feeling at all No, no, I don’t know what I’m feeling I don’t know what I’m feeling at all
11.
Shipwreck 04:18
Bobbing boxes in milky water off a coastal town Men dragging things on to roof-racks, women tying them down A shipwreck brings the whole town to the beach A shipwreck makes the whole town thankful Something’s happening today, hip hip hooray Something, something I stole some videos, you stole some spoons You gave them to your mother I stayed in the whole of June Old porn films and family holidays Images that meant something to someone somewhere I caught my reflection on the screen Me on them, them on me, there’s nothing inbetween And I asked you to collect me And you asked me where I’d been And I held your back so tightly as we rode down to the beach Threw the videos in the sea, and they’ll drift away They’ll drift away, they’ll drift away, they’ll drift away

about

‘An undiscovered gem.’
Aaron Kupferberg, Powerpopaholic
www.powerpopaholic.com/2011/10/rhode-island-exnorwegian.html

‘Rhode Island possess the wit of a dagger.’
Michael Rowland, This Is A Popscene
www.thisisapopscene.co.uk?p=920

‘Ridiculously ear-pleasing. This is pop music at its finest.’
Penfold, The Ripple Effect
ripplemusic.blogspot.com

‘A splash of Summer about it.’
James Horrigan, Leeds Music Scene
www.leedsmusicscene.net/article/15659/

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released October 22, 2011

Written, performed and recorded by Dave Brown, Jeff Johns and Will Turner. Recorded intermittently between January and August 2011, at various houses across the north of England. Mastered by Tom Woodhead at Hippocratic Mastering.

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