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[music, lyrics]

Montgolfier Brothers - The World Is Flat (lyrics)


[P.S. My review of the album is here.]

1 2.55 newbury [instrumental] i’ll be the the apple of your parents eye

2 the understudy chances are if i could change, I’d do it all the same but differently i would have asked you early on, just what the chances were, not sat around and wasted half a life time understudy to the main man in your life i’d play my joker, spread a rumour around about his kids and wife i’d hold no prisoners, just you and we’d be happy no contradictions to confuse pull the line, i’d smother you i‘d draw forever from your dreams the joints and cans (???) a future means that much to me i’d find that job and settle down i’d turn to drink and slowly drown in secrecy i’d lock your hopes away and throw away the key we’d live a good life while away the hours holding our insanity i’d pour no punches if you if you understand me no contradictions to confuse i’d pull the line and smother you chances are if i could change, I’d do it all the same chances are if i could change, I’d do it all the same

3 be selfish all things have their time and we knew the game was up so make a break and make it fast (?) move on and leave the past behind start thinking of your future be selfish to be kind it won’t be the same for a while i‘ll miss the midnight rows and the morning smiles and the world feeling safe holding you the conversations fueled by gin and the angry mood it gets you in will the world feel as safe not holding you? all moments need an ending in order to realise just what we‘ve both been through hold the thought then let it go it isn’t worth just treading water to find the life i have lived wasn’t mine be selfish, be unkind we’ll cry ourselves to sleep at night in separate beds as the days turn into weeks and there is no one there that says the world is safe tonight we’ll bore on with his (???) friends with the story of our slow demise a blow by blow description of our tortured lives and how the world’s so unsafe tonight

4 the world is flat i got my theories and i got my points of view the world is flat and i still have a chance with you god is good and life is fan (?) heaven’s waiting so i need you there and they’ll call last daughters (?) down the kings (?) and we won’t fight i’ll walk you home and tuck (?) you in at night and we’ll watch the dawn (?) get mugged on chappel street and we will raise a family i’ll be the apple of your parents eyes and they’ll raise a glass to us and i won’t drink the bottle dry we’ll wake each morning and we’ll count our lucky stars there’s no relationship as strong as ours and we’ll share in half our problems we’ll talk our worries through there’ll be no little secrets that I hold back from you you’ll find fulfillment and i won’t play away and we can only get stronger

you’ve got suspicions and you say you’ve got proof that my commitments float that i can’t speak the truth that i am lost and i am scared and the lawyer’s waiting so i meet you there and they’ll call our number and we won’t put up a fight we’ll split the pension and i swear i’ll see you ripe where there was hate well please there let there be calm before the storm besets us you know i love you till the day i die and i’ve got my reasons but please don’t ask me why we’ll wake alone some nights and wish on falling stars that no one makes the same mistakes as ours and we’ll never share our problems or talk our worries through and all those little secrets will make their way to you you’ll find fulfillment i’ll play and lose the way and we won’t raise that family

5 the second takes forever [instrumental]

6 swings and roundabouts chorus: i was like you i was strong full of life and happy as the day was long cause no one would deceive me and nothing could go wrong head safely buried in the clouds life and i just got around

building dreams and making plans no rush to reason or to understand every memory blase (blazed?) been (bin?) sugar not enough hours in the day only good thoughts fill my mind every nightmare nursed (?) away through the teams (?) and getting on everything is peachy life and i still getting on though in a two mile scouring (scar in) me (???) no need to look away no theory i can’t reason no price that i can’t pay whatever you can throw at me i can throw away, throw away

chorus breaking all your best laid plans crossing fingers while shaking hands and watching your own bag while busy stabbing theirs smile and make them think what’s yours is theirs lose your conscient shadow (schedule?) skin stop giving up stop giving in and give away your secrets but keep the blueprint safe sell your soul don’t learn by your mistake

7 dream in organza [instrumental]

8 i couldn’t sleep, either i will let down friends and i will let down family just to please you i can hear all the promises you made but it doesn’t take long before i get in your way have you outgrown us did you forget to say? you’ve changed am i still the same? chorus: by only remembering we‘ll ever forget still lost in the moment of when we first met for no rhyme or reason your world‘s turned upside down no faith no illusion can turn this one back brow (?)

i pull through the photographs and look beyond the smile inch my way through your diary and hope to find some lies some friend some way to explain you’re working late again enjoy all the parties cause it won’t last that long make the most of the so-called friends as they drag themselve along you get on with yours and I’ll get on with mine chorus

9 think once more [instrumental]

10 inches away inches away and not knowing the space we share keeps us both apart we will waste our whole life just missing each other we’ll stand an eternity just passing each other by inches away from never been lonely a chance to share another human being‘s time needing to belong to something or someone some point of reference and some peace of mind inches away from waking beside you seeing god’s flashlight turn your sleep and smile into the frown as you come round the world outside spins slowly slowly and all the time is hour time to redress you undress you all that time is hour inches away from learning to master the tricks required the magic compromise i‘m failing to hold on to that precious someone aching your way through at last once a final unintended smile inches away from watching you leave me i never quite understand all the reasons why


 
 

Texte von The World ist Flat

Hallo, ich hab Deine sehr schöne Kritik über meine Lieblingsplatte 'The World ist Flat' gelesen. Die Texte enthalten ja einige Fragezeichen, woraus ich schließe, dass sie direkt von der Musik 'abgehört' wurden.

Da ich die Texte direkt von Robert Quigley zugeschickt bekommen habe, häng ich sie einfach mal unten an diese Mail.

Schöne Grüße, Jens

ps. Mein Ziel ist übrigens, die Montgolfier Brothers mal nach Deutschland zu holen. Interessiert sind sie, es ist also 'nur' eine Frage von Geld und Organisation

i couldn¹t sleep either

i will let down friends & i we will let down family just to please you, i can hear..... all the promises made. but it doesn¹t take long before, i get in your way, have you out-grown us, or did you just forget to say: you¹ve changed.... am i still the same?

by only remembering: we¹ll ever forget, still lost in the moment > when we first met.

for no ryme or reason, your world¹s turned upside down. no faith nor illusion > can turn this one back round...

i pull through the photographs, and look beyond the smiles, inch my way through your diary
& hope to find some lies, some thread; some way to explain:
your working late again.

enjoy all the parties, cos they wont last that long, enjoy the so-called friends as they drag themselves along... you get on with yours & i¹ll get on with mine....

inches away

inches away & not knowing, the space we share keeps us both apart.

we¹ll waste our whole lives, just missing each other. we¹ll spend an eternity, just passing each other by...

inches away from never being lonely, a chance to share, another human being¹s time,

needing to belong, to something or someone, some point of reference, some peace of mind

inches away from waking beside you, seeing god¹s flash-light change your sleeping smile, into a frown, as you come round, the world outside spins slowly, slowly... and all the time is ours.

time to re-dress you, undress you, and all that time is ours...

inches away from learning to master the tricks required, the magic compromise, and failing to hold on, to that precious someone. aching your way through, (the last moments) the final unintended smile....

inches away from, watching you leave me, and never quite understanding, all the reasons why...

selfish to be kind.

all things have there time, and we knew... the game was up...

so make a break & make it fast...

move on & leave the past behind, start thinking of your future,

be selfish to be kind...

it won¹t be the same for a while, we¹ll miss the midnight rows & the morning smiles, and the world feeling safe holding you...

the conversations , fueled by gin, and the angry mood it gets you in... and will the world feel as safe ... not holding you?...

all moments need an ending in order, to realize just what we¹ve both been through... hold the thought then, let it go,

it isn¹t worth just treading water to find, the life i¹ve lived, wasn¹t mine, be selfish... be unkind...

we¹ll cry ourselves to sleep at night , in seperate beds,

as the days turn into weeks ... and there¹s no-one there that says ... the world is safe tonight...

we¹ll bore our nearest friends... with the story of our slow demise... a blow by blow description of our tortured lives ... and how the world¹s so unsafe tonight.....

swings and roundabouts

i was like you: i was strong, full of life & happy as the day was long: cos no-one would deceive me & nothing to go wrong, head safely buried in the clouds, life & and i just getting on.

building dreams & making plans no rush to reason or to understand, every memory glazed in sugar, not enough hours in the day, only good thoughts fill my mind every nightmare nursed away.

through the teens & getting on, everything is peachy, life & i still get along, no inner turmoil scaring me, no need to look away, no theory i cant reason, no price that i cant pay, whatever you can throw at me, i can throw away...

breaking all your best laid plans, crossing fingers (while) shaking hands. watching your own back (while) busy stabbing theirs, smile & make them think, whats yours is theirs

loose your conscience, shed a skin: stop giving up start giving in. give away your secrets but keep the blue prints safe sell your soul: dont learn by your mistkes...

the understudy.

chances are if i could change, i¹d do it all the same, but differently.

i would have asked you early on, just what the chances were, not sat around and wasted half a life-time...

(understudy to the main-man in your life) i¹d play my joker: spread a rumour around about his kids & wife...

(i¹d hold no prisoners¹) just you: and we¹d be happy...

no contradictions to confuse: i¹d pull the line: i¹d smother you...

i¹d draw forever from your dreams the joint account our future means that much to me.

i¹d find that job & settle down i¹d turn to drink and slowly drown in secrecy

lock your hopes away and throw away the key we¹ll live the good life while away the hours honing our insanity

i¹ll pull no punches if you, if you understand me...

no contradictions to confuse, i¹ll pull the line & smother you...

chances are... if i could change... i¹d do it all the same... (x3)

the world is flat.

i¹ve got my theories & i¹ve got my points of view, the world is flat & i have still got a chance with you. god is good, (&) life is fair, (&) heaven¹s waiting, so, i¹ll meet you there...

they¹ll call Œlast orders¹ down the kings & we wont fight, i¹ll walk you home & took you in at night. we¹ll watch the dawn get mugged on chapel st. & we, will raise a family....

i¹ll be the apple of your parents¹ eye, (&) they¹ll raise a glass to us & i wont drink the bottle dry, we¹ll wake each morning & we¹ll count our lucky stars: there¹s no relationship as strong as ours....

we¹ll share & half our problems: we¹ll talk our worries through: there¹ll be no little secrets that i hold back from you, you¹ll find fulfilment & i wont play away... (and we can only get stronger)

you¹ve got suspicions & you say you¹ve got proof, that my commitments flawed, & i can¹t speak the truth that i am lost (&) i am scared, the lawyer¹s waiting so i¹ll meet you there.

they¹ll call our number & we wont put up a fight we¹ll split the pension & i swear i¹ll see you right where there was hate, well please let there be calm before the storm besets us

you know i¹ll love you till the day i die, i¹ve got my reasons but please don't ask me why we¹ll wake alone some nights & wish on falling stars that no-one makes the same mistakes as ours:

we¹ll never share our problems, or talk our worries through & all those little secrets we'll make their way to you you¹ll find fulfilment, i¹ll play & loose away & we wont raise that family

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vielen

dank jens. einmal fürs lob, dann für die liedtexte, die ich mir mit der platte gleich nochmal anhören werde und für die tolle idee, die montgolfiers nach deutschland holen zu wollen. wenn sie im rhein-main-gebiet auftreten sollten, sag mir bescheid. falls sie das geld fürs hotel sparen wollen, wir hätten in unserem häuschen nicht weit von kronberg noch ein zimmer frei...

alex

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Das klingt doch gut.

Ich wohne in Hamburg und hab mit einer Freundin zusammen ziemlich ernsthaft vor, das umzusetzen. Leider fehlt uns die Erfahrung mit solchen Sachen, aber ein Auftritt in Hamburg würden wir wohl schon hinkriegen. Das dürfte aber nicht ausreichen, damit das Ganze nicht ein finanzielles Desaster wird. Deshalb müsste man zusehen, dass man noch andere Auftrittsorte findet und organisiert kriegt. Wir haben grad sehr netten Mail-Kontakt zu Mr. Quigley und ich werd auf jeden Fall Bescheid sagen, falls sich da was tut.

P.S. Die Texte, die Roger Quigley mir geschickt hat, stimmen an ein oder zwei Stellen nicht mit dem überein, was er singt. Aber sowas gibt es ja häufiger;-)

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