there was once a little black girl of 8 living in the suburbs of chicago she came across the church one day on her radio 28 years later we met up at this gig her name is janet it was so lovely to meet you janet it was an honour to be part of your childhood it was lovely to talk to you tonight i’m glad you stll dig us, child much love steven
i remember driving driving in your car
there was once a little black girl of 8 living in the suburbs of chicago
she came across the church one day on her radio
28 years later we met up at this gig
her name is janet
it was so lovely to meet you janet
it was an honour to be part of your childhood
it was lovely to talk to you tonight
i’m glad you stll dig us, child
much love
steven
arrive in the windy city last night this morning i stumble out n walk these mean streets folks its fucking cold out there freezing numbing dirty cold so i swan into starbucks for my soy oatmeal my soy banana shake my soy fucking latte with a double shot of caffeine because i’m a greedy bastard yeah i’m looking pretty good aint i? the girls behind the counter like my accent i tell a few jokes oooh youre a singer too theyre saying ooh you gotta lovely voice i can hear it just talking to ya they say i have my food n drink i feel pretty snazzy i gotta another possible sellout show tonite n i feel big i feel kinda vindicated or something i catch sight of myself in the mirror stupid clothes for winter i guess my face is looking a bit crumpled my hair is a bit finer n thinner than it used to be but i still feel quite fascinated looking at my stupid face in the window the girls behind the counter are still flirting with me a bit eventually with a nice full belly i stroll outta there into the cold feeling like quite the big shot then i hear a voice coming from a pile of dirty snow are you warm enough honey dressed like that? there sits an old lady i guess shes around my own mothers age (about 80!) i tell her i got thermal underwear on and i squat down n start talking to her she is not drunk nor has she been drinking she is not suffering from dementia or any other mental problems (as far as i can tell) she is if anything quite dreamy she sits there all huddled up in blankets n stuff our breath turning […]
bet yer bottom dollar you'll lose the blues in chicago, chicago
arrive in the windy city last night
this morning i stumble out n walk these mean streets
folks its fucking cold out there
freezing numbing dirty cold
so i swan into starbucks for my soy oatmeal my soy banana shake
my soy fucking latte with a double shot of caffeine because i’m a greedy bastard
yeah i’m looking pretty good aint i?
the girls behind the counter like my accent
i tell a few jokes
oooh youre a singer too theyre saying
ooh you gotta lovely voice i can hear it just talking to ya they say
i have my food n drink
i feel pretty snazzy
i gotta another possible sellout show tonite n i feel big
i feel kinda vindicated or something
i catch sight of myself in the mirror
stupid clothes for winter i guess
my face is looking a bit crumpled
my hair is a bit finer n thinner than it used to be
but i still feel quite fascinated looking at my stupid face in the window
the girls behind the counter are still flirting with me a bit
eventually with a nice full belly
i stroll outta there into the cold
feeling like quite the big shot
then
i hear a voice coming from a pile of dirty snow
are you warm enough honey dressed like that?
there sits an old lady
i guess shes around my own mothers age (about 80!)
i tell her i got thermal underwear on
and i squat down n start talking to her
she is not drunk nor has she been drinking
she is not suffering from dementia or any other mental problems
(as far as i can tell)
she is if anything quite dreamy
she sits there all huddled up in blankets n stuff
our breath turning to steam as we talk
we talk about thermal underwear
we talk about australia and england
we talk about the 2nd world war in which her husband fought
she does not smell
she does not ask me for money
she is lucid she is gently witty chiding me for my poor choice of clothes
eventually 10 minutes in this fucking frozen hell is all i can take
i stand up to leave
i fish round in my pocket n find a fiver
here you go i say
oh thanks honey now i’ll get something to eat she says
i fish round in my coat pocket some more
i got 800 bucks in cash cos i just got my wages the other day
i fucking give her a hundred
are you sure honey are you sure you can afford it?
yeah i’m sure i say
i say what you gonna do with it…?
she sticks it in some pocket somewhere
well you never know when you gonna be needing some money honey she says
i bend down n kiss her frozen pale cheek
good luck i say n i slip n slide off down the street
god bless you honey she says as i walk off to my warm hotel room with its blah blah blah
cmon people
what the fuck!
this aint about republicans n democrats
you had em both n still this …this treatment of old people
a fucking disgrace
one fucking smart bomb would pay for a thousand of these people to at least have a warm room
we should all be ashamed
all of us!
and god must be fucking weeping to look down on it
it sure took the wind outta my fucking sails
imagine if it was your own mother ……
sk deeply saddened
chicago winter 2011……
fuck who am i ? i incarnate on this cold street i manifest in some shady hotel i sit in the lobby reading a newspaper the dates are all wrong the pictures are all blurry and vague out into the empty streets i go i stand outside a restaurant hell which town is this drug deals cops n robbers i see all good people turn their heads each day so satisfied im on my way hey my show sold out i say to someones shadow yeah which show was that ? asks a big black shape i dont uh i uh i dont remember i say as i walk away there is much laughter in the darkness around me i stand in front of this restaurant mexican food mission style i go in only an old man working there a wonderfully humble descendent of some incan king what would you like sir he asks and smiles i get lost in his smile his accent is thick and my fucking ears are ringing i’m sorry i stumble about what would you like sir , some beans and rice …. is there…..i begin to ask no meat or lard in black beans sir he says he look at me i know who you are he say i know exactly who you are even if you dont the man laugh laugh i know who you are he repeat who am i i ask who am i then oh senor you know who you are oh senor you know me before oh yes oh senor we go back a long way my friend suddenly we are interrupted a woman comes out of the kitchen this is my daughter but he already know that… says the man i think the daughter is young but the […]
picking up an insistent distant beat
fuck who am i ?
i incarnate on this cold street
i manifest in some shady hotel
i sit in the lobby reading a newspaper
the dates are all wrong
the pictures are all blurry and vague
out into the empty streets i go
i stand outside a restaurant
hell which town is this
drug deals cops n robbers
i see all good people turn their heads each day so satisfied
im on my way
hey my show sold out i say to someones shadow
yeah which show was that ? asks a big black shape
i dont uh i uh i dont remember i say as i walk away
there is much laughter in the darkness around me
i stand in front of this restaurant
mexican food mission style
i go in only an old man working there
a wonderfully humble descendent of some incan king
what would you like sir he asks and smiles
i get lost in his smile
his accent is thick and my fucking ears are ringing
i’m sorry i stumble about
what would you like sir , some beans and rice ….
is there…..i begin to ask
no meat or lard in black beans sir he says
he look at me
i know who you are he say
i know exactly who you are even if you dont
the man laugh laugh
i know who you are he repeat
who am i i ask who am i then
oh senor you know who you are
oh senor you know me before oh yes
oh senor we go back a long way my friend
suddenly we are interrupted
a woman comes out of the kitchen
this is my daughter but he already know that… says the man
i think the daughter is young
but the closer she gets i see she is almost as old as me
he doesnt remember says the daughter smiling
no he doesnt remember says the man and serves up my dinner
the food is delicious
they close up the shop
they sit down around me
in some weird corner of some dirty northern city
in some obscure cafe
the man pours out some sangria
he lights a cigarette
he sits back looking at me
what is your name now? he asks
i cant fucking think of my name for the life of me
he dont remember that either smiles the daughter
he dont remember much……she concludes
she is youthful but old looking
the combination is quite confusing
what you looking at …? she smirks triumphantly
the man puffs on his cigarette and chuckles
hes looking at you maria
maria long dead glide through this tonite i say
the daughter smiles but shakes her head
the man nods ah yes maybe you do know who you used to be
who i used to be i ask
i’m sitting in their flat somewhere above the cafe
some freaky feeling in the air
i know you had the vine i know you seen the light says someone
i know you partook of that san pedro cactus that showeth man miracles
lemuria ? i say
the man laughs
the daughter pours herself another sangria
lemuria …. she says
now what have you come for….this….? asks the man
he pours a little mountain of white powder on the table
go on he says you love the stuff
the daughter says no this is what he likes
she lifts up her skirt
no… both! someone says and they all laugh
it is true i mustve known you somewhere once i say
yes they say
that is true
i stand up and leave
you know where we are the daughter says
just around the corner from any hotel says the man
the night is cold bitterly cold
a siren blasting the street
desperate transaction in alleyway
guy walking his poodle
crazy person filthy looking like a monster
i see the most hideous hag
and i see this once handsome lad
they stand whispering in the lamplight at the end of lonely street
i wonder which drug had brought them undone
and then i saw the vodka bottle flash from a pocket and poured into a cup
vodka had undone these wretches
they were like characters youd see at a medieval witch burning
cant find my way home
i hear some whispering going on around me
up to my coldwater room
full of clothes strewn everywhere
i sink on the sagging bed
i blow my nose
i rub my eyes
sleep comes like a merciful angel eventually
in the deepest warmest dreams i wander lonely as a frickin’ cloud
oh sleep always such a friend to me
have i ever been awake in my whole time here?
how do i do it what do i do i pick up a bass i sing the words i move to a sound my fingers know where to go my heart knows when to beat the words fill my head the band play on around me we finish one song we start another i take off my bass and i wander round singing my words of woof and warp in fabric of life i met greg dulli and we got on very well what a nice geezer he is i got the new twilight singers record and its very very good i do sell outs in san fran and seattle 2 nights chicago looking like a possibility oh yes we are back better than ever why is that why arent we getting hokier n hokier…? i guess like an old fashioned team of craftsmen we are committed to quality i know you people need some challenges and leeway and here it is untitled 23 and for more mystery p=a and at the end let off some steam with starfish its that easy tonite 2nd nite triple door gonna make sure to rock extra hard i suppose its going very well so far the audiences are dream audiences its good thank you it was my pleasure sk
seattle hot spots
how do i do it what do i do
i pick up a bass
i sing the words
i move to a sound
my fingers know where to go
my heart knows when to beat
the words fill my head
the band play on around me
we finish one song we start another
i take off my bass and i wander round singing
my words of woof and warp in fabric of life
i met greg dulli and we got on very well
what a nice geezer he is
i got the new twilight singers record and its very very good
i do sell outs in san fran and seattle 2 nights
chicago looking like a possibility
oh yes we are back better than ever
why is that why arent we getting hokier n hokier…?
i guess like an old fashioned team of craftsmen we are committed to quality
i know you people need some challenges and leeway and here it is
untitled 23 and for more mystery p=a
and at the end let off some steam with starfish its that easy
tonite 2nd nite triple door
gonna make sure to rock extra hard i suppose
its going very well so far
the audiences are dream audiences
its good
thank you
it was my pleasure
sk
http://www.69facesofrock.com/the_church_interview.html by Mark Kadzielawa
http://www.69facesofrock.com/the_church_interview.html
by Mark Kadzielawa
http://thequietus.com/articles/05653-the-church-interview The Past, Present & Future Of The Church: An Interview With Peter Koppes Ned Raggett , February 7th, 2011 09:18
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i dream i’m in a black van speeding up the road everything i am everything ive been no one loves you no women no children no one out there at all now its dark and its uncomfortable in your dream you tear past towns and shops and lights and signs music playing somewhere else you catch the drift no one is at home no one is at work no one is anywhere at all unfathomable depths youre drifting in you not awake in this sleep never dreaming or not how far is it now someone with a voice like yours croaks out 300 miles steve says a voice from beyond the barrier a voice on the other side of consciousness a voice coming in from a universal parallel a voice i cling to the idea a voice in my dream im fighting in a war sometimes i win sometimes i lose but its struggle all the way the big black van rushes headlong into the big black night its all there is all there ever was we chase the future heedlessly we move through the void surrounding us we negotiate our passage is it black velvet or black steel out there i cant tell i cant see i can hear something the throb of the engines the rumble of the wheels the singing road like a chorus of greek women we never seem any closer or any futher my head lolls my back hurts my legs cant stretch out i only feel numbness everywhere where are we now? i dunno someone says i fall backwards into my own head goodnight whoever you are im so tired and confused goodnight
king canute in portland
from the 1950s whence i once escaped
i dream i’m in a black van speeding up the road
everything i am everything ive been
no one loves you
no women no children no one out there at all now
its dark and its uncomfortable in your dream
you tear past towns and shops and lights and signs
music playing somewhere else you catch the drift
no one is at home no one is at work no one is anywhere at all
unfathomable depths youre drifting in
you not awake in this sleep never dreaming or not
how far is it now someone with a voice like yours croaks out
300 miles steve says a voice from beyond the barrier
a voice on the other side of consciousness
a voice coming in from a universal parallel
a voice i cling to the idea a voice
in my dream im fighting in a war
sometimes i win sometimes i lose but its struggle all the way
the big black van rushes headlong into the big black night
its all there is all there ever was
we chase the future heedlessly
we move through the void surrounding us
we negotiate our passage
is it black velvet or black steel out there i cant tell
i cant see
i can hear something
the throb of the engines the rumble of the wheels
the singing road like a chorus of greek women
we never seem any closer or any futher
my head lolls my back hurts my legs cant stretch out
i only feel numbness everywhere
where are we now?
i dunno someone says
i fall backwards into my own head
goodnight whoever you are
im so tired and confused
goodnight
la and san fran we played great and they verily did come to dig it and lo it was dug now i write to you from a van speeding up the west coast maan bridges and huge rivers and cars speedpast hurtle into the night heading north the church seems to have turned a corner we are playing very well i have to go its too hard to type in a moving vehicle please post reviews in comments! sk
sisyphus on demand
lightheaded
la and san fran
we played great
and they verily did come to dig it
and lo it was dug
now i write to you from a van speeding up the west coast maan
bridges and huge rivers and cars speedpast
hurtle into the night heading north
the church seems to have turned a corner
we are playing very well
i have to go
its too hard to type in a moving vehicle
please post reviews in comments!
sk
KEXP presents an in-studio session with THE CHURCH! Live performance on The Midday Show with Cheryl Waters on Tuesday, February 8th at 12:00 pm PST! http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=162360990480242 You can download a link from KEXP to your i-tunes and stream this in high quality.
KEXP presents an in-studio session with THE CHURCH!
Live performance on The Midday Show with Cheryl Waters on Tuesday, February 8th at 12:00 pm PST!
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=162360990480242
You can download a link from KEXP to your i-tunes and stream this in high quality.
