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C U in London

by Chris Klein Overzero

This is how London has changed since the Sixties. We all wanted to be stars then, to be seen - now we have no choice... every camera on every wall screams "I'll see you in London". This album is a record of that scream.
Genre: Avant Garde: Electro-Acoustic
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1. Ice in the Sky
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2. Paradise
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3. Spooks
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4. Morning Sun
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5. Stay in Lane
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6. Don't Worry About It
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7. Push the Button
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8. Falling Angel
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9. Wanting More
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10. C U in London
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Album Notes
Now tell me you're glad you came? Fifteen minutes of fame Your only crime is wasting their time Nobody knows your name. Ice in the sky growing so high the all seeing eye taken in by every one of us. CC TV of wanna be CC TV of you and me. Take it all too far live your life like a star in full sight you're doing it right shine so bright you are the light! Ice in the sky growing so high the all seeing eye blinded by every one of us CC TV of wanna be CC TV of you and me. We get high on the ice in the sky... every night in the sodium light. Now tell me - now tell me; tell me again. I had a dream I'd seen a place you weren't allowed to dream, woke up with a scream, I heard somebody shout "it's true" shut my eyes and self denied, tried hard to think of you; I had a dream. Wake up on yet another day in paradise maybe we'll be young forever, wouldn't that be nice? now we're told the sky is blue after an unclear winter, paradise is here with you. I saw his face as vacant space - nothing more to me, just a place to hide the mind, nobody you'd want to see I held my ears and felt the tears as he tried hard to get to me I heard a scream. Wake up, it's yet another day in paradise maybe you'll be young forever, wouldn't that be nice? Now we're told the sky is blue after an unclear winter, paradise is here for you. Try hard not to let the weather affect my state of mind, you know I find it gets the better of me from time to time to time to time oh it gets the better of me from time to time to time to time oh it gets the better of me I feel fine in the morning sun, no more rain, no more rain, no more raining in the morning sun. I said "Who's playing on the radio" "What radio?" she said, "There's a voice inside the car you know", "The voice is in your head" she said. Motorway talk to me, motorway talk to me, motorway talk to me, any thought will do. Tiredness take a break, tiredness take a break, tiredness take a break, any thought could kill. White line - read the sign, white line - read the sign, white line - read the sign, information kills. Stay in lane. I heard five hundred people fly above me overhead though I didn't see a single one or hear a word they said. Stay in lane. Silver snakes and ruby serpents, stardust intertwined. Two by two by two by two they're following the rolling line. Stay in lane. Tail lights, tail lights, tail lights, tail lights....... Stay in lane. I heard five hundred people fly above me overhead though I didn't see a single one or hear a word they said. This is our reward for doing everything we're told dreaming of a flight to freedom, prisoners of the road. Stay in lane. More speed keeps me going, caffeine keeps me going, nicotine keeps me going, any stimulation. Stay in lane. Don't worry about it, lightning in the brain, don't worry about it, cut through heavies, don't worry about it, lightning in the brain. Sunday, don't worry about it, lightning in the brain. Don't worry about it, Sunday, lightning in the brain, don't worry about it everywhere, lightning in the brain. Sunday... we're closed. Don't worry about it, Sunday... Sunday, everywhere... we're closed. Moonstyle rocker, think you're such a looker let me push your button, push your button. Eye to eye, before it gets to fly baby push the button, push the button. Stand by the doors, cool to look bored as you push your button, push your button. Rhythm of the train going round your brain till you push the button, push the button. Say she hears voices, what do we know? what do we know? There's a cut out in her head there to stop her running wild, she was born to be a dreamer she's an old fashioned child. Staring through a face on a train looking through a window, what do we know? We mind the gap, we wear a cap, we mind the gap, our hands are in our lap. Try to remember something nearly half forgotten when she pushed the button, pushed the button. Kept it quiet as we tried to start a riot did she push the button, push the button? Feeling bold, fire in the hole as we pushed the button, pushed the button. Talk about shooting like it's something we could do then we push the button, push the button. Sirens after dark, weirdo's in the park. Sirens, push the button. Space Age baby singing maybe you can save me. But she lost her mind in the rhythm and the rhyme when she pushed the button, pushed the button. Chic and shear, how she wants a man to leer, let her push your button, push your button. Moonstyle rocker, think you're such a looker let me push your button, push your button. Feeling bad, no you didn't have a shadow when you pushed the button, pushed the button. Writing on the wall, whatever. Never ending scrawl, whatever. Standing tall, whatever. Christening the wall, whatever. Work and strive, yeah right. You're alive, yeah right. F.T.S. the system. Says it best, goodnight. Push the button. Falling angel, all too much. Red lips, full hips, little slips, fashion tips, high heel man appeal, is it real, have a feel. Intimacy, into me, into me, into me see it's vanity. Black eyes, slap thighs, no surprise, heavy sighs, look at me, vanity, wanna be, atrocity. There you go in another direction, bird pecking at it's own reflection. Flying off in another direction still pecking at your own reflection. Fly through shadows hoping to see hiding in perversity, fire to find faces, a desire to see traces of light in the spaces - save me from the darker side. Bring me light when there's none in sight, you're the antidote to an endless night. A childish need from the darker side, a longing for delight. And you save me falling angel. Put a smile upon my face, take me to a happy place where skylarks fall and land with grace, celebrating open space. A feeling, of freedom. You're sunlight through an open window bringing part of heaven with you, opening your arms like an angel's wings. And you save me, falling angel. Somewhere between the station and my chosen destination, signals, messages, subtle implications. Picking up information here between the ears, sending it out again so you know what I hear. "Who do you think you're looking at?" London says. London says "I'll see you" London says. The fall of feet on every street has a beat, the high and the haughty the downright indiscreet, through the City to the rhythm of my heels walk behind me going.... London says "I'll see you, see you in London". Prohibitions, inhibitions, under close supervision, under suspicion on closed circuit television. Rules and regulations giving no good explanation, need more information so we'll see you in London. Street lights giving out dark light even on dark nights see you in plain sight. London says "I'll see you" London says. "Oi-oi! Who do you think you're looking at?" Final defamation of a once proud Nation, mass indoctrination of yet another generation. Getting used to being under observation, under investigation I'll see you in London. Street lights giving out dark light even on dark nights see you in plain sight. Looking to the towers in the sky I see Three Wise Men as their chosen disguise. London says "I'll see you, see you in London". Who do you think you're looking at? London says "See you in London".

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