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Red Light Effect

by Dancing Mice

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1.
Aimless wander out with easy joy Reading offers and translating signs Never nearer to a girl and boy Waiting for the words between the lines Walking in Summer, gardens in the rain Clasping our hands to reinforce the scene Knowing it's more than talking can contain Silent but sure of all that's passed between Sailing down the hills and up again Watching water cut between the walls Stop and talk till we remember them Held entranced until the body calls Walking in Summer... I can't go back to unembroidered fact It's all mundane, I'm on a different plane So keep me here, to move among the spheres To stay, to view the beauty and the truth In his houses finding we agree Building cast a spell and stop our time Breathing liquids air until we're free Arches, windows, pillars: holy lines Walking in Summer...
2.
In conscience, in innocence we can't be exempted Doesn't matter, impossible attempted It would be a challenge to promote them If we could survive when support was called in Don't start away, you made an investment He insists you have an appointment Born a by-line, story worth telling All I want from you is a way of knowing The science of survival, the one that really counts The freedom you enjoy, we get more people out Leaving was possible, their power let us go Your willingness to lie was more determined than my need to know Last occasion of unbiased resistance Protest here, a thing in the past Taking measures to alleviate harm Can you help me, can you keep me warm The science of survival... An invasion, a resistance, you didn't come in time I didn't glimpse you through worries and lies Priority case, all dials are read What's not clear is left unsaid The science of survival...
3.
Basement 03:29
Basement, and watch the stars Spectate, dramatic arts Vigils, get off your head Back to the days, when he read the news Put in his place, and next door to you Sits in the window and the climax let him down Letting it slip and talk about failure now Don't be too good and it just can't help you now Campaign, and worship books Power, the sharpest look Perfect, because he's dead Back door, and label-led Vigils, get off your head Milled to an edge, no-one was surprised Down to the edge, time to modernise Letting it slip and talk about failure now Sits in the window and the climax let him down Don't be too good and it just can't help you now Nightmare, and can't get up Protest, don't want to stop Au pair, the birds will sing Highlight, and on the wing Vigils, get off your head South to the sea, with the new brigade North to the edge, where your dreams can fade Don't be too good and it just can't help you now Letting it slip and talk about failure now
4.
Hold on, stay strong Dusting in the living room Won't be too long TV's on the blink Unsure, and your Baby's screaming, never mind No fool, stay cool Dishes in the sink Don't frown, calm down Panic in the shopping mall It sounds, in town That you're on the brink Your poor, we're sure But you have a video No cure, just endure The worries as you think Hold on, stay strong Nothing for the tea again Won't be too long Nothing in the fridge Unsure, and your Neighbour's blaring stereo No fool, stay cool Try not to hit the kids Don't frown, calm down Husband's with his girlfriend While he's in town Sew buttons on his shirt Your poor, we're sure Waiting for a miracle Or you'll endure A lifetime in the dirt
5.
Tommy never smiles, never shows emotion And keeps his counsel but his talent says I'm you man Tommy plays around, he's a drop-dead runner And he puts in passes and the boys say You're the man Tommy grows up, he's a real cool thinker And they're all mediocre but his boys say He's our man They go the distance, he's a real big winner And they put him up on their shoulders and He's their man Tommy makes a move, he becomes a rover But he comes back home when his brother says You're the man Tommy makes a splash with his big soul brother But the fire cools down and he finds he's Not the man
6.
See the boy in the corner See him trapped in this place See him try to be deep And not just a pretty face See him play his guitar and See him blowing his horn See him singing and smile To the wish he'd never been born Said he heard the big music If he had could he tell He turns up amps and emotions They push and so he fell Said he had to be pagan Said the worshipped the man He's inconsistent and shallow With a limited attention span Death in Venice was easy Three chords down to a T Saw the way that the wind was blowing And he moved down to the sea Spoke the fisherman's language In a cod ethnic style Needing a lift for the season And he goes to the emerald isle And so to new age haven And so trapped in the spell Blinded by bogus ideas The once big music fell
7.
Tabucci 04:43
Waiting for Pessoa in mid-day Lisbon Try to keep cool when the sun is shining He's not coming, you make a decision Come back at midnight Get in to a taxi and start to panic The driver's lost and has no map And you decide you have to stop and Change your shirt The gypsy woman in the market selling Looking through them you make your choice of Lacoste shirts with the crocodile missing What's you colour Drive to the graveyard to visit your dead friend Look him and revive his corpse And you share a meal, like old-time weekends Eating sarambullo We love your stories Mr Tabucci We never know who is alive or dead We only know they don't make sense You call them novels Mr Tabucci We never understand the ones we've read We're not too smart, we don't pretend You need to lie down at the Isadora For ninety minutes to come alive And you're offered comfort by Viriata But you turn her down You ask the barman for apple Sumol He gives you Jarelas Verdes dream And tells you to buy O! Publico Just like the French The artist in the gallery after hours Copying Bosch in miniature scenes Sells them with a sense of humour To Texas ranches Catch a train to visit the lighthouse Just like a scene from Virginia Woolf The roof has gone and you can't recall how You could write there We love your stories...
8.
County Towns 04:43
Don't start till you hear my name In the underworld we're all the same It won't matter if you scream and shout There isn't anyone to let you out Counting ribbons as you try to sleep Counting autographs and counting sheep Counting faces counting shades of brown Counting rivers, counting county towns Drum fingers to engage the mind Dance to any tune that you can find Only taking tasks you know you'll fail Felling pillars for the Holy Grail Counting all the balls that you can hold Counting blessings as you lose control Never knowing what the numbers mean Count money, turn you fingers green
9.
Wake up!, another lovely day Summer and time to play Get dressed, you've got to look your best Chin up, and keep the boys impressed Last night you were acting coy Don't want just another boy Your looks are alive with bait You know that they just can't wait She's a real busman's holiday Smartie, you can hold your drink Your friend's face is in the sink No way that you'll lose your head That way you'll end up in bed It's fun lying on the beach Show off, keep out of reach Turning, working on your tan Watching for the lucky man She's a real busman's holiday Got him!, what a lovely man Handsome, all-over tan So strong, you're weak at the knees Sapling!, fall in the breeze Next day, nowhere to be seen Last night, but he seemed so keen So nice to have him inside You've been taken for a ride She's a real busman's holiday
10.
Finding friends in low places Judas boy, come like shadows Where they sing, sabre squadron Rich and late, where they sing Bringing forth the survivors Raven head, hidden bodies Breeding fresh novel faces Hear secret harmonies Crazed on drugs Evening watch, but no danger No more scene, all in colour Far away, merry mornings Waters rise, writing home Close at hand, apple my eye Peachy clean, no more dancing One more night, no sleep demon Phantom thoughts, trance trance trance Crazed on drugs
11.
Justine 02:51
Flaying your flesh Getting under your skin Feeling your pain I just can't understand your body I don't want to get to know your mind You are my strongest dark temptation Take what I want and leave the rest behind Are we in love Do you notice me Am I just your toy
12.
All things affect us in this quiet Everything matters now Senses are heightened in the thin air Responses careful and low Shimmering violins are not emotions You can say anything in music and art You are impulse, I am caution But don't let it keep us apart Listening closely I hear your strange words Ring loud with grief and delight Of dim silk, dark-haired, hired musicians In the broadening silence of night My soul grows hard with clutching at shade I stretch vain hands, like yours they blush with sin You cannot save me, pain is coming If your heart won't let me in You can fill days staring in mirrors Ignoring the fevers of life If you cheat you hurt yourself And inside quietly die Old houses hidden behind thickets of trees Old feelings emitted, only seen by degrees It only takes a minute to write this down You don't have to feel it, listen to the sound What can affect us in this madness Nothing matters now Senses are deadened in the full air Responses late and slow Shimmering violins will do for emotions We will look for certainties in music and art You are impulse I am caution Nothing can keep us apart

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released October 18, 2000

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Dancing Mice Edinburgh, UK

Dancing Mice - indieprog/electropop - nine albums. Melodic, quirky songs mainly about people: some famous, some obscure, and some others.

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