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From '' It's All Done By Mirrors ''
Label: All The Madmen Records -- MAD 5
Format: Vinyl, LP, Album
Country: UK
Released: 1983
Tracklist
Extrovert
A1 Seagull Mania
A2 New Dixieland Blues
A3 Blood
A4 Gold At The Top
A5 Typically English Day
A6 Behave Yourself
Introvert
B1 Fatigue
B2 Gothic Rooms
B3 Day To Day
B4 Latin And Greek
B5 It's All Done By Mirrors
Recorded At -- Crypt Studios
Vocals, Music By, Lyrics By -- Mark Astronaut (Mark Wilkins)
Guitar -- Bob Green (tracks: A2, A4, A6), Julian (tracks: B2, B3, B4, B5), Matt (tracks: B4, B2, B3, B5), Phil (tracks: B2, B3, B4, B5), Stuart Pearson (tracks: A1, A3, A5)
Drums -- Ian Cowley (tracks: A2, A4, A6), Paul Walker (tracks: A1, A3, A5, B2, B3, B4, B5)
Bass -- Max (tracks: A2, A4, A6), Tom (tracks: A1, A3, A5, B2, B3, B4, B5)
Keyboards -- Gordon Walker (tracks: A2, A4, A6
Violin -- Tim Nixon (tracks: A1, A3, A5, B2, B3, B4, B5)
Saxophone -- Lol Coxhill (tracks: A2, A4, A6)
Backing Vocals -- Alan Cowley (track: B1)
Engineer -- George Peckham
Producer -- The Astronauts
Artwork By -- Brian McDermott, Simon Jacobs
The Album has been re-released in 1995 by the Greek 'Lazy Dog Records' (LZD 805).
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Lyrics
Early in the morning on a cold day in August
A creature was out roaming in the square
"Disruption", screamed the news reel,
"Was the consequence of laziness,
How it got out we're really not aware
We have measures we can take to contain the civic panic"
And I will not have a coward in my land
Bring out the tanks and sten guns
To contain the situation
And he felt the ice cool switchblade in his hand
But he stands with the community with pride
And he leads the village choir Sunday night
He doesn't really exist, it's all done with mirrors
So they searched among the buildings,
Through the woods and through the hedgerows
To try to lure the creature from his lair
The parish hadn't seen a single thing like this in all their years
And beasts upon the Sabbath wasn't fair.
We have police to deal with circumstances such as this they cry out
And we pay our rates to hide things from our eyes
And all we want to do is feed the poodles, practice croquet
Without a monster roaming by surprise
And the bullets ricocheted into the night
When the farmer got the beast into his sight
It didn't really exist, it's all done with mirrors
And I was merely passing
But could not resist a comment
When I heard of all the dangers in your patch
Because hidden terror strikes the heart
When laws are under scrutiny
So as you go I tell you of the catch
No matter how many beasts you shoot or enemies you bury
There'll always be another lurking near
Because the hungry never sleep
And they are out to cause you worry
So guard your nets and I hope I've made it clear
So as you go I must be passing on
Close your eyes and think of Bournemouth
I'll be gone
I don't really exist, it's all done with mirrors. [jDrwalN2Mwg] |