Friday 7th December 2018

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The Chauffeur

Duran Duran

Out on the tar plains, the glides are moving
All looking for a new place to drive
You sit beside me, so newly charming
Sweating dew drops glisten, freshing your side

And the sun drips down bedding heavy behind
The front of your dress all shadowy-lined
And the droning engine throbs in time
With your beating heart

Way down the lane away, living for another day
The aphids swarm up in the drifting haze
Swim seagull in the sky
Towards that hollow western isle
My envied lady holds you fast in her gaze

And the sun drips down bedding heavy behind
The front of your dress all shadowy-lined
And the droning engine throbs in time
With your beating heart

And the sun drips down bedding heavy behind
The front of your dress all shadowy-lined
And the droning engine throbs in time
With your beating heart

Sing blue silver

And watching lovers part, I feel you smiling
What glass splinters lie so deep in your mind
To tear out from your eyes
With a thought to stiffen brooding lies
And I’ll only watch you leave me further behind

And the sun drips down bedding heavy behind
The front of your dress all shadowy-lined
And the droning engine throbs in time
With your beating heart

And the sun drips down bedding heavy behind
The front of your dress all shadowy-lined
And the droning engine throbs in time
With your beating heart

Sing blue silver
Sing, sing blue silver

Known as Albert Schweitzer

There’s more to this kind of camouflage
More than just color and shape

Who’s crawling now, in the tall grass near my tent?

Listen

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The origins of the lyrics for “The Chauffeur” have become part of the Duran Duran legend. In May 1980, while the band were working for Paul and Michael Berrow, who at the time ran the Rum Runner night club in Birmingham, one of the Rum Runner barmaids recommended her ex-boyfriend to be their new lead singer.

Simon Le Bon auditioned in May 1980, bringing with him a book of poetry and lyrics, including the lyrics to the song which would eventually become The Chauffeur.

The word “chauffeur” does not appear in the lyrics at any point, however the song is written from the point of view of someone who is driving another person, a woman, on a hot day.

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Some versions of the song feature words at the end of the track, spoken sotto voice by a man. This monologue is taken from a natural history recording – the man is speaking about insects in the grass.

The song refrain “sing blue silver” was used as the title of the band’s video covering its 1983-84 tour. A book of the same name was also produced to support the tour, showcasing still photography by official tour photographer Denis O’Regan.

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The flute-like instrument heard toward the end of the song is an ocarina played by Simon Le Bon. John Mulligan (often simply known as ‘Mulligan’) of the Birmingham new wave band Fashion supplied the synthesizer arpeggios in the song. John Taylor has stated that he was heavily influenced by Mulligan and Fashion, with Duran Duran opening for Fashion on a number of Fashion’s early tour dates.

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The Poet

Stuart J Wolstenholme

Here I sit watching the day out
No one beside me who may doubt
All of the words that I could chose to say
So listen, believe, or be gone from this day

I need a friend to walk with me
And sit in the shade of an old tree
To think nothing much, just agree with my thoughts
To say nothing much, never tell what I ought

Watching the people pass by now
They just don’t know why or know how
They don’t seem to care about all that I’ve seen
They just walk on by never knowing I’ve been
Sitting up here where I’m wind blown
Only to ask and to be shown
Things that would make you believe what I say
I’ll tell you myself and I’ll show you some day

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Maid of Orleans

OMD

If Joan of Arc had a heart
Would she give it as a gift?
To such as me who longs to see
How an angel
Ought to be

Her dream is to give her heart away
Like an orphan along the way
She cared so much, she offered up
Her body to the grave

Joan Of Arc

Leonard Cohen

Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc
as she came riding through the dark;
no moon to keep her armour bright,
no man to get her through this very smoky night.
She said, “I’m tired of the war,
I want the kind of work I had before,
a wedding dress or something white
to wear upon my swollen appetite.”
Well, I’m glad to hear you talk this way,
you know I’ve watched you riding every day
and something in me yearns to win
such a cold and lonesome heroine.
“And who are you?” she sternly spoke
to the one beneath the smoke.
“Why, I’m fire,” he replied,
“And I love your solitude, I love your pride.”

“Then fire, make your body cold,
I’m going to give you mine to hold,”
saying this she climbed inside
to be his one, to be his only bride.
And deep into his fiery heart
he took the dust of Joan of Arc,
and high above the wedding guests
he hung the ashes of her wedding dress.

It was deep into his fiery heart
he took the dust of Joan of Arc,
and then she clearly understood
if he was fire, oh then she must be wood.
I saw her wince, I saw her cry,
I saw the glory in her eye.
Myself I long for love and light,
but must it come so cruel, and oh so bright?

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Don’t Leave Me Now

Supertramp

Don’t leave me now
Leave me out in the pouring rain
With my back against the wall
Don’t leave me now

Don’t leave me now
Leave me out with nowhere to go
And the shadows start to fall
Don’t leave me now

Don’t leave me now
Leave me out on this lonely road
As the wind begins to howl
Don’t leave me now

Don’t leave me now
All alone on this darkest night
Feeling old and cold and grey
Don’t leave me now

Don’t leave me now
Leave me holding an empty heart
As the curtain starts to fall
Don’t leave me now

Don’t leave me now
All alone in this crazy world
When I’m old and cold and grey and time is gone…

Return to Innocence

I’ve crawled back to 1968
I’ve crawled back to my sanctuary
Back into my room
Laying on my bed
A red light glows lighting a small corner
Safe, safe in my solitary space
My cave, my tomb of memories
My music plays filling my head with guitars and words
Keyboards, drums, and Mellotron
My inner sanctum
I’m surrounded by my books, my poetry, and my life
Safe, safe
Close the door let the music play
Drift away
Back, back, back
Safe to before the storm in my head
Grew larger than reality
To a place before they got a hold of me
Before they told me what to think
No drugs required
No alcohol required
Music only music
Let the music play
Let the darkness take away the pain
Close my eyes
Shut out the loss of love
Sail back on the breeze of sound
Let go of your knowledge
And return to the days of dreams
Let the music play
Guitars, drums, keyboards and words
Shut out the years of what has been
Return to innocence
Before the storm in my head had taken me away
Close the door
Shut it tight
Don’t let them in
Try as they might
Return to my room
Lay on my bed
Listen to the music
Not the storm in my head

John Bish 7th December 2018

Tomb Of Memories

Paul Young

When a man had a thing to say
Sometimes words never come his way
Strong enough to transact something physical.

All the ways that a head can find
To evolve a picture from a state of mind.
You never seems to mean the same to every guy.
Something physical

Words can be found and twisted round.
Words are no substitute when it seems if we’re locked in a room
That’s a tomb of memories.

The hurt, it don’t stop
The hurt, it don’t stop
The hurt, it don’t stop memories

Simple words from a simple man
Can see more than the learning head.
They turn emotion into something physical, yeah
Something physical

Words can be found and twisted round.
Words are no substitute when it seems if we’re locked in a room
That’s a tomb of memories.

The hurt, it don’t stop
The hurt, it don’t stop
The hurt, it don’t stop
The hurt, it don’t stop
The hurt, it don’t stop memories

The hurt, it don’t stop
The hurt, it don’t stop

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