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Can never cut below the floor, or penetrate the ceiling.
In the space between our houses, some bones have been discovered,
But our procession lurches on, as if we had recovered.
Draconian winter unforetold.
One solar day, suddenly you're old.
Your little envelope just makes me cold,
Makes destination start to unfold.
Our documents are useless, or forged beyond believing.
Page forty-seven is unsigned, I need it by this evening.
In the space between our cities, a storm is slowly forming.
Something eating up our days, I feel it every morning.
Destination, destination.
It's not a religion, it's just a technique.
It's just a way of making you speak.
Distance and speed have left us too weak,
And destination looks kind of bleak.
Our elements are burned out, our beasts have been mistreated.
I tell you it's the only way we'll get this road completed.
In the space between our bodies, the air has grown small fingers.
Just one caress, you're powerless, like all those clapped-out swingers.
Destination, destination.
Nice. Both are from Oz after all.
Both from the twangy accent state of NSW also.
Some unique bands came from that part of the world at that time that couldn't be categorized with any other contemporary sounds. Midnight Oil, INXS, Crowded House come to mind right now...
Now, I don't listen under the best conditions, and then maybe I thought it was some sort of "effect" in the song, but I'm listening to a version posted on youtube and I don't hear the skip.
Is this possible? No one else has mentioned it.
I have the opposite reaction: really like The Church but not this song. Too dreary and plodding.
Interesting... true. New Order comes to mind, too. But I guess everyone sounds a bit like a mix between two someone-elses.
eh he,,, hehe,,,he said pretentious
That's a bad thing?
said my Italian girlfriend!
Night good?
The people hating on this song make me wonder what they find better. Such a great tune off a fantastic album.
day of the dead down in mexico
you ever been on a holiday
you ever thought that you been here before
you ever did in a desperate way
on the beach stands a donkey that is waiting for you
a hee haw stamping his hoof
a fine blue day as dreamed by the boys
nodding up on the roof
and the meeting is held in the darkness
and in the darkness everyone's blind
the muriel masters stand there in velvet
and i know you're falling behind
drink in a bar down in the motel
i get involved with a prisoner
she's got a skull like a seraphim
i figure she is a messenger
she's at the heart of the festival
she's got the hands of a picador
she asks the spirits for a romance
she gets a ghost for a paramour
and the wedding is held in the darkness
cause in the darkness the guests are all blind
graveyards and mountains wrapped up in satin
and i know you're falling behind
day of the dead down in mexico
we read a book on the alamo
we filled the tank up with texaco
we buy a trinket for curio
we walk the stuff through the marketplace
dripping smoke, dollars, and aftershave
i got the mind of an astronaut
emerging from the shell unscathed
climbing out of hell unchanged
but then the deal is dealt in the darkness
and in the darkness the dealers are blind
jokers and aces cruising in black fur
i know you're falling behind
wow. you're right!
and the problem with that? Still a very cool song.
wow. you're right!
But I think this song is very strong and has a great upward progression towards its end. They were a phenomenal band of the 80s sound, very intellectual. One of my faves.
I politely disagree. I can think of very few albums from the 1980s that should be listened to as a collection of songs. But then I spent the 80s making mix-tapes, so maybe it's just me.
how many time of him (it) (whom) (he, she,...) (human) is worth in money currency 4 freedom?
so what !!!! - enjoy (I - human) do
But I think this song is very strong and has a great upward progression towards its end. They were a phenomenal band of the 80s sound, very intellectual. One of my faves.
said my Italian girlfriend!
F#cking A, man!
Had to edit your comment. Common decency dictates that you watch your language around the Church.
Nice. Both are from Oz after all.
"it's not a religion, it's just a technique"
The build up at the beginning sounds like that song by the Divinyls. Every time I hear this I start expecting the line "I touch myself..."
I lost track of the Church after about Gold Afternoon Fix, but found out several years ago that they had gone on releasing albums, and I acquired most of them, many of which are worth hearing. This and Heyday are still my favorites...nostalgia, I guess.
Thanks, Bill.
...sort of - i'd say there are elements of new wave and psychedelic/progressive fused, yes...
Nice.
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