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simonindelicate — Fri, 02 Jul 2010 12:53:28 +0000

Songs For Swinging Lovers

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Europe

I lost my teeth on the edge of a glass

And it’s fun while it lasts and it lasts and it lasts

I am drunken style and inherited class

I am queen at the bar, I am kept for the farce

And the water laps at the harbourside

And these salon walls are petrified

And we’re drunk on style and inherited class

And these salon walls were built to last

So sit with me and we’ll raise a glass

To Europe

I fix my eye on the turn of a thigh

I could trace your life in a sneer and a sigh

I am antique lace under musée glass

I am grey-haired chests in push up bras

And the water laps at the harborside

And these cafe walls are petrified

And we’re antique lace under mottled glass

And these cafe walls were built to last

So sit with me and we’ll raise a glass

To Europe

I can write my name in my father’s hand

I can see your souls, I can understand

I can dress myself, I can see you pass

I can lick my lips I can slap your arse

And the water laps at the harborside

And these hatreds are petrified

We can dress ourselves, we can see you pass

And these hatreds were built to last

So sit with me and we’ll raise a glass

To Europe.

And the water laps at the harborside

Our violences codified

We are old, perverted suicides

We are condoms washed in the harbor tide

So sit with me and we’ll toast the pride

Of Europe

Europe

Your Money

Look at you

Look at your hair

Look at you

Look at you, mein Herr

Look at you

You’re looking utterly seamless

Like an actor playing a genius

Look at you

Look at your luck

At the girl you don’t love

And the wife you don’t fuck

Look at you

Look at what you’ve bought

With all that hard, hard work

And all that financial support

And I loathe and resent

Every dream I’ve dreamt

And I’ve nothing but contempt for your money

I can’t access or save

Any gifts you gave

And I’ve nothing to offer your money

Your money

Oh oh oh

Ungh ungh ungh ungh ungh

Ah.

Look at me

Look at me begging

Look at me

I’m craven, feral and begging

Look at me

With all my clever ideas

And my bottled up anger and irrational fears

Look at me

Look upon my works

You could stick a label on them

You could sell them as merch

Look at your victory

I’ll betray anyone

Do it to Julia

I loathe and resent

Every dream I’ve dreamt

And I’ve nothing but contempt for your money

I can’t access or save

Any gifts you gave

And I’ve nothing to offer your money

Your money

Oh lay me down and take me, baby

I will do anything just save me

A place beside you at your table

And ungh ungh ungh ungh ungh

Ah.

The mediocre

Have an interest in promoting the mediocre

But I will find you out

I will find you out

We Love You, Tania

Patty drive the car, drive the car into the city

We run guns to the savages you’ve seen in magazines

It’s the summers without love, it’s the grind of the seventies

It’s the sickness of America where nobody is clean

Patty, your daddy, well he’s richer than anyone

He’s richer than everyone in this whole stinking world

Ain’t it pretty in the city when you’re nothing like anyone

When you’re other to everyone

You’re a valuable girl

Patty shoot the gun, shoot the gun at the enemy

It’s monochrome in scarlett, it’s your cheekbones it’s your age

It’s the other side of style, it’s the era of publicity

A war in silhouette and lines, inscribed upon a page

Patty, your daddy, well he’s richer than anyone

He’s richer than everyone in this whole stinking world

Ain’t it pretty in the city when you’re nothing like anyone

When you’re other to everyone

You’re a valuable girl.

Patty take the stand

Take the stand before the jury

It’s perfectly explicable

It’s packaged and it’s sold

You’re as free as free can be

You are free to doubt in liberty

Oh darling deadly innocence

How cruelly bites the cold

Patty, your daddy, well he’s richer than anyone

He’s richer than everyone in this whole stinking world

Ain’t it pretty in the city when you’re nothing like anyone

When you’re other to everyone

You’re a valuable girl.

Ill

You got sweetheart and you got precious

You’ve got starlight and pretty wishes

You’ve got

Sisters who sing on the radio

And vessels to possess on the radio

Your sex is a sickness yeah

your sex is a sickness

And you’ve got time

Yeah you’ve got time to lose

You’ll never take enough of those pills

You’re too clever to be mentally ill

You’ll never fashion your damaged soul

You’re too clever to lose control

You got doctors and you got stitches

You’ve got lovers and you got well-wishers

You got

Vapid love in a couplet

Two-thousand words and a side-bar

Your sickness is your shibboleth

Your sex is your sickness

And you’ve got time

Yeah you’ve got time to lose

You’ll never take enough of those pills

You’re too clever to be mentally ill

You’ll never fashion your damaged soul

You’re too clever to lose control

This is such a tiny world.

Flesh

Hey girls let’s see if we can bring out

the rapists in the new men

Hey girls it’s the comfort of

the only halfway human

The power bought for the clawing self

in the serpents subtle deals

It may be fleeting but

my god, the way it feels

And I love you, whoever you are, yeah, I love you.

Hey girls we’re almost there

so we might as well stop swimming

Hey girls, ain’t you heard we’re more concerned

about the hegemony, than the women

Hey girls pull it down, there’s money,

c’mon babe, just a little

Pull it down, stick it out, open up,

just a little babe, just a little baby

Hey doc take your knife to me,

scar my snatch into a smile

Strip me and dissect me,

milk my tears and tap my bile

Hey doc can you take my skin

and melt it into plastic

Beauty isn’t truth, it’s just youth,

and it’s adaptive and it’s elastic…

And I love you, whoever you are, yeah, I love you.

Hey girls, we’re all the same, aren’t we

Hey girls, we’re all the same, aren’t we.

Savages

The flame in your eye could burn the world if it were to escape

And the love in your heart is the kind of love they write epic verse about

And darlin’ you know,

You know that you’re better than this

Darlin’ you know,

You know you are better than this

But we are ash and we are books

Coffee-stained and overlooked

We are ornamental swords

Forged for the peace after the war

And the world has no need

of the songs than we sang

We are savages, you and I, and we will

Hang, hang, hang.

The tear on your cheek will fall ignored by the suckers to fake romance

And the hope in your heart will be dashed on the shore of this deadly island

Darling you know

That there’s no place for us

We’ll build and we’ll sweat

But there’s no place for us

No Ithaca no home

We are Greeks in the age of Rome

With no right to criticise

The happily dull, to Grecian eyes

And the world has no need

of the songs that we sang

We are savages, you and I, and we will

Hang, hang, hang.

The sweat on your brow shall be disdained, shunned and deodorized

And the will of your heart shall spoil in the heat of a new world

And darlin you know

You know we’re better unheard

Darlin you know

You know we’re better unserved

The Brave new futures we have seen

Filled with beautiful machines

Greener pastures, clearer skies

And not one such as you or I

As the dust shall settle sweetly

on the songs that we sang

We are savages you and I,

And we will Hang, hang, hang

Hang, Hang, Hang.

Roses

I breached the border of your home

And everything looked as it should have done

Candle flame flickers, and books unread

Round the crystal kept keep of an unmade bed

Flowers cut to shrivel and die

Like romance does and we both know why

With an artful flutter, as if on cue

A gentle breeze brings the scent of you

I’m older than god and i live in your town

You should raise up what you can’t put down

Those books that you pose with are more than antiques

When you search in the dark you should fear what you seek

Pallid in moonlight, your shimmering skin

Is mine to caress, you invited me in

The delicate architecture of your throat

Arks weakly away as my hands approach

Do you bleed diamonds

Do you bleed rubies

Do you bleed roses

A broken kiss, and an aching sigh

Like the half-heard end of a lullaby

A whispering chorus and a stifled moan

The jarring vibration of knife on bone

The stark composition of essence and parts

I gathered your limbs for a final dance

A silent waltz to your songs unsung

As the life-blood seeps from your punctured lung

Do you bleed diamonds

Do you bleed rubies

Do you bleed roses

You bleed diamonds

You bleed rubies

You bleed roses.

Sympathy For The Devil

The country I was born in it has honeysuckle air

The scented breeze caresses girls with haybell-yellow hair

The satisfied and misty-eyed make sport and merry there

I will meet you at the border in the morning

The land I left is full of love and radiant in spring

The songs are sweet and sollemn there and everyone can sing

I could have bought you roses, could have bought you anything

I will meet you at the border in the morning

The country I was born in it created me compelled

But all reason is retrospective love, I just rebel

Hang heaven we can build a better war for us in Hell

I’ll meet you at the border in the morning

I’ve loved you like a clinging fist above the clawing sea

I’ve cut you with a whip barbed with a thousand cruelties

‘m sorry that i met you and i’m begging darling please

Come meet me at the border in the morning

And oh this world’s got nothing in it

No, No, No

And oh this world’s got nothing in it

No, No, No

Your eyes are bright like polished jewels and they cry like razored skin

I would see your will erased, transfigured into sin

I would rip you into pieces and re-build you from within

I will meet you at the border in the morning

Sing poets and sing singers at the alter of the straight

Of better days, happy fields, other shit we hate

Lets go into the darkness love and close our eyes and wait

We are heading for the border in the morning

We are heading for the border in the morning.

Be Afraid Of Your Parents

It’s been a marvellous party with marvellous guests

We been discussing the decline of the decadent west

Over nibbles and wine we are disarmed and impressed

by the charming men in uniform

It’s been a wonderful evening we’ve exchanged our views

How the zionists doesn’t mean the jews

At no single step did we feel confused

By the charming men in uniform

Be afraid of your parents

Be afraid of their clever friends

I’ve read this book before

and darlin i can tell you how it ends

be afraid of the line they teach you,

be afraid of the way it goes

You be amazed at what you can raise

to something everybody knows

we’ve read our jacques derrida our michel foucault

we’ve averted our eyes from the atrocity show

it’s better to beat up on the devil that you know

say the charming men in uniform

give praise to the empty heaven above

i reject the sword and embrace the dove

i see the world suffused with love

and the charming men in uniform

Be afraid of your parents

Be afraid of their clever friends

I’ve read this book before

and darlin i can tell you how it ends

be afraid of the line they teach you,

be afraid of the way it goes

You be amazed at what you can raise

to something everybody knows

Be afraid of your parents

Be afraid of their clever friends

I’ve read this book before

And honey i can tell you how it ends

Be afraid of the line they teach you

Be afraid of the way it goes

You’d be amazed at what you can raise to something everybody knows.

Jerusalem

In a compound on the edge of town

Security to keep the outside out

You and your friends have been discussing how

It seems rebellious to vote conservative now

And your mind’s so sharp

And your eyes so bright

You shine in love, you are born annointed

You mean so well

And you’ll hurt so hard

When you come to be disappointed

But I am never going home again

And I will build Jerusalem

Don’t know about us, but I know about Them

And we will build Jerusalem

Jerusalem.

You know exactly how clever sounds

The soft consonants and rounded vowels

You know the land that your labour’s earned

Your hypotheses have been confirmed

We all love the smiths

And we dig the clash

But the smell of leather is intoxicating

We’re all brilliant minds

We’re genii

We excel at drama and formal debating

But I am never going home again

And I will build Jerusalem

Don’t know about us, but I know about Them

And we will build Jerusalem

Jerusalem.

You can take your burning gold

You can take your swords and spears

You can take your lamb of god

You can take these deadly years

You can win and win

And win again

The dice are loaded you’ll never miss

But you can’t build

Jerusalem

Cause you don’t know what building is.

Anthem For Doomed Youth

You’re howling, abyss-eyed and broken

You’re perverted and gracefully drunk

But there’s nobody left in the west these days

Wronged enough to be a punk

Doomed youth, you’re so beautiful

You never learned to be suspicious

of the stones that look too precious to be true

Like you, Doomed Youth.

The spit at the edge of your mouth

The stain at the crotch of your jeans

The three-inch bruise at the crook of your arm

that in the right light looks like jesus

The smirk you can’t hide when you cry

The care in the knot of your tie

It’s really not that hard to stay alive

When you’re twenty-five

Oh, Doomed Youth

Doomed youth.

Your party and your revolution

Your grand designs and adorable dreams

Your silverless palms and your list of demands

For concessions the world doesn’t need

Doomed youth, you’re too beautiful

All these simplicities that you know they can’t see

Like you can do, doomed youth

And everything’s different lately

And it’s all exactly the same

We know secrets and songs and temptation

We know how things burn when you don’t watch the flame

And the colours are hazy and fading

The ideas given way to the names

We are miners no more, never torn by a war

Neither starving, nor struggling, nor credibly poor

Oh, Doomed Youth

Doomed youth.

Second and Third SFSL videos NOW ONLINE

simonindelicate — Wed, 30 Jun 2010 02:02:31 +0000

Continuing our ludicrous quest to bolster our album release by ill-advisedly making videos for every track on Songs For Swinging Lovers, we are pleased to present ‘Flesh’ starring Julia as Travis, the excellently rebellious Lydia Snodin as Iris, Simon as a pimp and assorted others as lowlifes and scum (pause to consider – should the plural of lowlife be ‘lowlives’? it’s a tricky one) AND jerusalem starring Michael Daniel as Lil’ Simon and Simon’s brilliant cousin Hayley Fisher as Lil’ Julia…

enjoy!

also, honorable mention should go to Yunitsa who made this incredible unofficial Cameron/Boris/Jerusalem video and very neatly sums up what the song is actually about – give it love – and, if so inspired, do similar things with your time. Remember your Irish fopistry! The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely. All art is quite useless. THERE IS LITERALLY NOTHING BETTER YOU COULD BE DOING…

Songs For Swinging Lovers

simonindelicate — Sat, 26 Jun 2010 12:30:28 +0000

Released 2010, Corporate Records

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Buy Now (CD)

Tracks:

1. Europe

2. Your Money

3. We Love You, Tania

4. Ill

5. Flesh

6. Savages

7. Roses

8. Sympathy For The Devil

9. Be Afraid Of Your Parents

10. Jerusalem

11. Anthem For Doomed Youth

Credits

Songs by

Simon&Julia Indelicate

Performed by

Ed Van Beinum: Drums

Al Clayton: Rhythm Guitars/Cowbell

Bastian Eppler: Trumpet

Keith TOTP: Tambourine/Vibes

Simon Indelicate: Vox/Guitars

Julia Indelicate: Vox/Piano

The Indelicates: Bass

All other instruments played by Simon and Julia

Additional Recording by

Keith TOTP at Dean Street Studios

Cover Image by

Andrew Kendall

Specific Thanks To

Lily Rae, Laurence Owen, Desi Vach, Juliane Hapke, Eddie Argos, Keith TOTP, Neil Gaiman, Bastian Eppler, Penny and Graham Clayton, Sonja Muller, Lydia Snodin, Jo Swoboda, Sophie Wilk, Akira The Don, Amanda Palmer, Joie Mikitson, PC Hille, Redmond Castle, Paul Winkler, Johnny Others, Andy Von Pip, Andy Semi, Kimberly de Malpertuis, Liam Francis, Plants Vs. Zombies, Berliner Rundfunk 91.4, Duncan, Stuart Laws, Nick Long, Les Carter, Nicky Biscuit, Mikey Breyer + all who’ve supported, helped, kept faith and otherwise not been wankers.

Produced by

Ed East at Studio East, Berlin

Songs For Swinging Lovers

admin — Tue, 13 Apr 2010 15:10:09 +0000

PAY WHAT YOU LIKE
Download The Indelicates’ NEW ALBUM

A Corporate Records Press Release

Cast your mind back to the halcyon spring of 2008. Indie distributors danced happily through the acid green money-fields of Camden, hand-in-hand with the joyous executives supping decadently from the salary cocktails served by sub-prime indie labels. Every other haircut was the genius we’d been waiting for and everything was amaaaaazing. There were banks and mortgages and public services. There were advertising revenues and advances. All was well in the western world.

Somewhere in this fisher price quagmire, The Indelicates saw fit to release their debut album, American Demo – a spite fuelled howl of discontent, it sat distinctly at odds with the time – but still succeeded in gaining the band a serious national and international following. Now, having successfully begged their label to let them out of their contract they are back with their new album – Songs For Swinging Lovers – and a new record company – that anyone can sign themselves to anytime it suits them.

Recorded in Berlin by gifted producer Ed East (Chikinki), Songs For Swinging Lovers is a stunning, diverse and intellectually complex record that marries the band’s trademark lyrical precision and songwriting skill with a broad palette of musical styles and influences. The strains of country, Weimar cabaret, holy bible-era manics, belle epoque cafe music, Muder Ballads-era Nick cave, 90s indie and 70s sleaze can all be heard in the arrangements.

A more personal album than its predecessor, Songs For Swinging Lovers veers between the furious (Your Money, Flesh) and the reflective (Savages, Sympathy For The Devil) with detours into the metaphorically historical (We Love You, Tania) and the outright disturbing (Roses).

The Indelicates are convinced that the much discussed collapse of the record industry is being absurdly hyped as something that will harm ‘artists’ and even ‘music’ itself. They believe that the weakening of the economic power held by labels and the undermining of their business model by various facets of the Internet can only benefit those who are actually committed to making music. They are vociferous opponents of the measures proposed in the government’s ‘Digital Economy Bill’ and are heavily involved in the campaign to stop it becoming law.

As such, they are treating this release as an opportunity to experiment with the long-accepted norms of the recorded music market. Working with investors, web developers and artists they have built ‘corporaterecords.co.uk’ an innovative new digital audio platform that is free and easy to use and that allows anyone to release their recordings quickly and simply in a way that encourages the free sharing and promotion of music while giving fans an incentive to reward artists as they see fit.

Songs For Swinging Lovers will initially be available exclusively from the corporaterecords.co.uk site. Once it is released, you will be able to blog, twitter or otherwise share individual tracks (or the whole album) with single static links that take your readers directly to a download page where the song or album will be available on a ‘pay-what-you-like’ basis using the share code and social networking buttons provided.

Following the initial release, we will be releasing in the following formats.

Digital (inc. iTunes enhanced LP)

Special Edition: CD + full length book of supplementary essays ‘Apologies and Explanations’

Extra Special Edition: CD + ‘Apologies and Explanations’ + Art Book + Customised USB album (details TBC)

Super Special Edition: As above + Simon and Julia will come round your house, perform the album for you, record the performance and sign a contract transferring the rights in the master to you.

The books will both be available independently.

The joint project of Simon and Julia Indelicate, The Indelicates formed in Brighton in 2005 – with Simon’s lead guitar and Julia’s piano backed by Ed Van Beinum’s Drums, Kate Newberry’s Bass and Al Clayton’s Rhythm Guitar. They were joined in 2009 by bassist Lawrence Owen and guitarist/backing vocalist Lily Rae and currently have a floating line-up for live shows, (with much of the new album favouring a lusher, more acoustic sound). They have played and been released all over the world, headlining the second stage at Austria’s frequency festival, supporting Art Brut in Germany, Amanda Palmer in Scotland and The Vaselines in New York; as well as touring extensively in europe and the UK. In 2009 they released a well-received poetry book and continued to give performances of Simon’s ‘Book of Job: The Musical’.

Largely so as to never have to be called a Brighton Band again, Julia and Simon moved to Lewes in 2007.

Please direct all press enquiries to:

info@indelicates.com