Autumn Overtures EP

by Dream Cargoes

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released February 18, 2011

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Track Name: Foreign Tongues
Language. Visage.
Language. Visage.

We need foreign tongues; it's a foreign tongue
We need foreign tongues; it's a foreign tongue

Language. Visage.
Resigned. Amused.
Ordnance. Surly.
Sultry. Shivery.
Intense. Casual.
Lagoon. Lugubrious.
Dialect. Cadence.

We need foreign tongues; it's a foreign tongue
Bedsit witchcraft; it's a foreign tongue
The lark's twitter is better than Jack Dorsey's...

Terminus. Overture.
Hexagon. Sanguine.

Bedsit witchcraft; it's a foreign tongue
It's a fork in the road; it's a groyne on the shore:
Scarborough, a sodden sojourn,
Where shingle meets Saltburn.
Whitby; pints by the fire;
Southwark, "A Living Grave".

Language. Visage.
Language. Visage.
Podsnap. Umbrage!
In the office after 6,
Sustained by coffee and Al Bowlly.

We need foreign tongues; it's a foreign tongue
Bedsit witchcraft; it's a foreign tongue
Ordnance. Shivery.
Yes, the club can handle me.
Dialect. Chivalry.

Language. Visage.
Track Name: Midnight Garden
Like the cormorant
In Autumn, northern bound,
Making overtures
In sight and sound.

We're half-finished books,
Set to impress.

It augurs well,
It lies down to reason;
Join me in my midnight garden.
It augurs well,
It lies down to reason...

Where do the ducks go when the pond is frozen?
Where do the ducks go?

I'm going to party like it's 1599;
The purposes aren't cross,
The pauses are sublime.
For this othersome lass,
This sadrigal lad,
The ticker tampers with
Maps and plans...

We're half-finished books,
We're found objects.

It augurs well,
It lies down to reason;
Join me in my midnight garden.

It augurs well,
It lies down to reason;
Join me in my midnight garden.

Where do the ducks go when the pond is frozen?
Where do the ducks go?
Track Name: We're In This Together
CAMERON. BECKHAM. WINDSOR. OSBORNE.
We are the Big Society you never thought you'd see
We are the Big Society...
DO YOUR BIT.
KNOW YOUR PLACE.

Housng booms; plastic debts,
Gambling fetish; Greenwich domes,
Liberal wars; pathfinders,
League tables; cabs for hire,
Law and order by tabloid command,
Arts and culture by Simon Cowell;
Yes, it was bad...
But 'Tory' is Gaelic for thief.

You say that we're in this together,
You privileged son of Thatcher.

You got Philip Blond to join the dots,
Tax avoiders to advise on cuts,
Eric Pickles closing libraries,
Charities feel the squeeze;
You got IDS saying 'on yer bike',
You got RBS on the make...

We are in this together,
You and your photographer.
Public servants get P45s;
Bankers get their bonuses.

Sat around the cabinet:
23 millionaires
23 millionaires
23 millionaires

Top Shop, RBS,
X Factor, ailing infrastructure;
Media-ocre!
This is what we're about,
Britain in 2010:
Celebrities, snow,
World cup bids, Biffy Clyro
Bowie butchered for "our boys",
Elton covered for John Lewis.
University is not for you and me,
It's an investment opportunity,

Yes! We're in this together,
You privileged son of Thatcher;
Yes, we are in this together,
Yeah, and I'm Mick Jagger...

23 millionaires

I'm no son of Brown
No child of Thatcher
But I'm a grandchild of Attlee

Yes, we're in this together,
You and your photographer.
Track Name: Whole World Out There
"Season of Mists and Mellow Fruitfulness",
A long hard week draws in;
Ample celery for A.A. Milne,
A lanyard round the neck.

You've got to take some steps
Out of the comfort quarter;
Don't take it for granted
That things will improve

Fear all around us,
We are not so tactile;
Like Turner's Napoleon,
An iceberg of a man.

Is it autumn in England
Or am I pleased to see you?
Text and trinket,
Taken by the hand
There's a whole world out there
There's a whole world out there
Art and literature,
People and places, embraces.

Fear has hold of us,
Language diminished;
A frugal man stranded in Dubai,
A statue in an egg-timer.
Cathedrals of lulled and dumbfound
Lovers.

"Hill-tops of iron iron Glitter hot i' the sun
And the rivers we're eyeing Burn to gold as they run
Burning hot is the ground Liquid gold is the air
Whoever looks round Sees eternity there"

Like Disco Inferno
I can't see through it...

31 years of retrograde doctrines.
Sneers on their faces like Martin Amis

(there's a whole world out there)
Is it autumn in England
Or am I pleased to see you?
A cup of Earl Grey
will see us through.