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Warning: Unauthorized reproduction of this recording is prohibited by Federal law and subject to criminal prosecution. i JACKET HANGS 3:42 (G. Langley/A. Bruschini)

2 WORLD VIEW BLUE 3:20 (G. Langley/A. Bruschini/A. Lee)

3 WEIGHTLESS 5:01 (G. Langley/A. Bruschini)

4 ...AND STONES 5:27 (G. Langley/A. Bruschini)

i. LOVE COME ROUND 3:48 (G. Langley/R. Allen)

6 YOUR AGES 4 .21 (G. Langley/R. Allen)

7 THE APPLICANT 4:02 (S. Plath/R. Bell)

8 WHAT IT IS 6 17 (G. Langley/R. Bell)

9 ANTI-PRETTY 4:30 (G. Langley/A. Bruschini/R. Allen)

io CAREFUL BOY 4:21 (R. Allen)

ii PICTURE FRAMED 1:53 (G. Langley)

12 CAT-SCAN HIST’RY 6:26 (G. Langley/A. Bruschini)

All songs Published by Dizzy Heights Music Pub. Ltd. /Chrysalis Songs (BMI) PRODUCED BY GIL NORTON ENGINEERED BY AL CLAY ARRANGED BY THE BLUE AEROPLANES ASSISTANT ENGINEERS: TIM DAVIES, GRAEME JONES RECORDED AT GENETIC SOUND

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GERARD LANGLEY: VOCALS ANGELO BRUSCHINI: ELECTRIC AND ACOUSTIC GUITARS, BACKING VOCALS. RODNEY ALLEN: ELECTRIC AND ACOUSTIC GUITARS, VOCALS, BACKING VOCALS.

ALEX LEE: ELECTRIC AND ACOUSTIC GUITARS, PIANO, ORGAN ANDY McCREETH: BASS JOHN LANGLEY: DRUMS, PERCUSSION, BACKING VOCALS WOJTEK DMOCHOWSKI: DANCE

WITH:

IAN KEAREY: ELECTRIC AND ACOUSTIC GUITARS, ORGAN HARMONIUM, BASS, HAMMERED DULCIMER, TIPLE, MANDOLIN

MICHAELSTIPE: BACKING VOCALS ON 'WHAT IT IS’ BOO HEWERDINE: BACKING VOCALS ON 'ANTI-PRETTY' NIGEL EATON: HURDY-GURDY CLARE HIRST: SAXOPHONE LOUIS JARDINE: PERCUSSION NICK JACOBS: ELECTRIC GUITAR ON 'CAT-SCAN HIST’RY’ JACKET HANGS. PICK A CARD, ANY CARD. WRONG. PICK 1 9TH CENTURY/TWIN-SET PEARLS IN A NEW CLASP, BRASS NECK, COLLAR ME/RIGHT. WE NEED A SUIT, WE PRESS A SUIT//SO COLLAR ME. COLLAR ME SIAMESE CAT DRAPES,/ROUGHNECK HONEY. QUITE THE TEST FOR THE UNUSED BOY./JACKET HANGS JUST SO AND YOU’RE INSIDE.//I BELIEVE IN WHAT PASSES FOR A CENTRE. COLLAR ME/IN SPITE OF DRESS, YOUR BOYFRIEND LINK, CROOKED ARM./I WANT TO SEE INSIDE OUR MOST DIFFICULT ACT.//WE PRESS A SUIT, WE SWAN ABOUT. FROM RACK SHOP/TO HANGER BLADE, THAT LINE AROUND YOUR EYES MEANS/YOU CAN SEE, SEE

BETTER THAN I CAN, THAN I SEE YOU.//THEN I MAKE CONTACT. SWING, LOOSEN UP. LET THOSE ARMS/ROTATE LIKE HELICOPTER BLADES, LIFT. LITTLE JUMP AND SKIP/THE REST. LIKE CORAL OR GROVES, THE CARDS ARE MARKED,//YOUR EYES ARE MINE, COLOURED ANEW AND

SET IN TRAIN./I PASSED THE TEST, I THINK I PASSED, I THINK I’M FINE./YES, JACKET HANGS JUST SO AND YOU’RE INSIDE. WORLD VIEW BLUE. PICK ME UP LIKE A STONE, THROW ME INTO THE AIR,/GO WINGED LIKE BIRDS THROUGH THE STORIES THEY TELL/THEN CLIP ME. DETERMINE BLUE EYES AND SKIES OVER BARS,/THERE’S A HOLE IN THE SKY WE COULD FALL

RIGHT THROUGH.//SEW ME INTO THE SKY LIKE I HEARD YOU COULD DO,/SHOOT IT IN COLOURS THAT MAKE NO SENSE IN THE MORNING./HE WOULD BE POTENTATE, SHE WOULD BE QUEEN,/THEY COULD MAKE A NEW WORLD AND WIND UP IN A FILM.//I’VE BEEN RED FOR ANGER, GREEN FOR JEALOUSY/WHITE FOR HOPE AND BLACK FOR AMITY/COALS FOR ME AND BURNED FOR YOU/BUT NOW I’M JUST BLUE//IF YOU HOLD ME UP I’LL SHOW YOU WHICH COLOURS/MAKE US CRY AND ACT ON OTHERS/HOLD ME UP, I’LL HOLD YOU TOO/AND THEN ALL THE WORLD WILL BE BLUE//I’D INVITE YOU TO SEE THIS, BUT MY HEART ISN’T IN IT./WE COULD STRIP THE WORLD NAKED IN LESS THAN A MINUTE/IF WE WANTED. EVERYWHERE IS DYING, WE HEAR EACH OTHER BARK,/IT SEEMS LIKE REAL LIFE. HOLD IT!//THERE’S A BREAK IN

THE WINDOW LIKE A HEAD ON A STAMP,/THERE’S SOMETHING COMING THIS WAY. I DON’T LIKE IT./I’LL TRY TO THINK OF SOMETHING NEW TO GET US THROUGH TODAY/BUT EVERYTHING’S FADING. WHAT ELSE IS THERE TO SAY?//I LOVE THE WAY YOU SHAPE YOURSELF

TO CONTINENTS AND TIME,/ I LOVE IT ALL, I REALLY DO. I LOVE IT MORE THAN YOU. WEIGHTLESS. IF WE CAN’T DESTROY IT STRAIGHT,/WE COULD AT LEAST MURDER IT,/BURN IT OUT AS WE CRASH THE GUIDE./BUT NO, WE’RE SHUTTLE-BOUND/AND POKER-FACED, WE TALK IT/UNDER THE TABLE, THINKING HEARTS//AND DRY FLOWERS PLAYED AGAINST US/ CROOK THE BLOODY CIRCUMSTANCE./THAT SAID, VIOLENCE IS LIKE DRINK./ONE’S TOO MANY AND A HUNDRED’S/NOT ENOUGH. OR ONE’S TO MANY/AND A HUNDRED BROOKS NO ARGUMENT.//THE SOUND OF VIOLINS DROWNED IN/GUNFIRE. IT’S THE WATER OF LIFE./AT THE EDGE OF OUR SIGHT, HALF/THE WORLD’S FLOATING IN SPACE/LIKE DIAGRAMS WITH CONSEQUENCE,/AND HOW MUCH FALLS TO ANYONE ELSE?//WALKING DOWN THIS HILLSIDE/TO CLEAR WATER, THERE’S SOMETHING/BREATHING, GROWING INSIDE LIKE/ SINISTER BABIES, THE TREES/POLLARDED LIKE LOVE GONE AWRY./NOW SWAYING AND GUINEA-WORMED,//PEOPLE IN THE WAY OF CROWDS GROWN/AIMLESS AND BITTER CRACK THE GROUND./THE SKIES LIGHT WITH SATELLITES,/THE WINDOWS LIGHT WITH BOOBY- TRAPS./WORKING DOWN THE BODY SLOWLY,/HIT ON THIS! THAT WHAT’S LIVING//INSIDE COMES FROM A SHARED NECESSITY/AND WHEN IT’S OUT IT’LL JUST/POISON THE BLOODY MANY TIMES/TO JOIN UP. I SAID, DON’T TAKE IT, JUST DON’T./NOW, THERE’S A HAND WAVING WATER AG AIN./OK, WE CAN GO FOR A QUICK DRINK/AFTER WORK, IT’S AWAY OF LIFE, SURE/ OUT OF A CAR/AND I CAN SEE A POLKA-DOT DRESS BEING REMOVED./THE SUN’S BRIGHT

I LIKED BEST HEY IN BUT BEING WEIGHTLESS ANDSTONES. YOU THAT DRESS/MET UP AS ENOUGH FOR SECOND SIGHT,/A GLIMPSE OF SOMETHING WHITE. IT’S ALRIGHT,/IT’S ALRIGHT,

EX-/THAT NERVOUSNESS SHARED//AND I WONDERED AS LONG NOW MUCH WE WORKED/ IT’S BETTER THAN ALRIGHTJ/THE SURFACE OF THE STREET IS HOT TO TOUCH/AND THE SKY SLIP IN LITTLE MILES APART/STYLES BUSINESS TO BLAMES/ABOUT APART AND STONES// POURS IN TO EVERYONE’S HEAD,/YOU CAN’T DRINK ENOUGH TO HOLD IT OFF./I LOVE YOU LOVERS UPTOWN WE WENT UPTOWN/THERE WERE LOVERS UPTOWN WE WENT UPTOWN// IS SO MUCH. I SAID, I CAN’T TALK TO YOU/ANY MORE. THE SURFACE OF HER SKIN COOL/TO SO WE WERE CLOSE/CLOSE ON THE ONE HAND/REMEMBERED ON THE OTHER/BUT HOW WE TOUCH. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. YOU LEAN OVER/THE WALL, EVERYDAY MAGIC POINTS US AT

GOT TOO CLOSE IN THAT MOOD//HOW I WALKED TO YOUR TOWN/IT WAS ALWAYS THE SUN. /I COULD BUY YOU ANTHING, ANYTHING YOU COULD/PAINT. I WANT YOU TO SOMEONE ELSE’S/IT WAS NEVER NEAT OR SPARSE/THERE WERE NEVER CLUES IN THERE LIKE VISUALISE THIS:/A YOUNG SAINT, HE CAN WORK MIRACLES, DRESSED/IN BLACK, HOLDING A OURS//LOVERS ALL AROUND WE WENT ALL AROUND/THERE WERE LOVERS ALL AROUND WE BOOK AND A SKULL. OR THIS./FALSETTO. ORTHIS. REGIMENT. DON’T QUIT,/JUST LEAVE IT IN FOR REPEAT IT/DON’T EVEN IT// WENT ALL AROUND//I CAN SAYTHAT YOU/BUT DON’T THINK THE SUN, SEE HOW LONG IT TAKES./DRESS. SKIN. YOUNG. HISTORY. WHAT’S THAT IN TIME?/ WE’RE GOING BACKWARDS IN DIVISION/CROSS EVERYONE ELSE/GIVE ME A DESCRIPTION/OF IN TEN YEARS EVERYTHING WILL BLEACH TO PRIMER/AND WE’LL LIE IN THE LIGHT, GRASS WHAT’S JOINT IN YOUR WORLD/DESCRIPTION.//SMALLER THAN THOUGHT/WAYWARD IN BANK GHOSTS.//ON THE BANK, GRASS MADE MARKS THAT COULD BE SEEN,/YOUR HAIR CAME INTENTION/NOT AS WICKED AS PEOPLE SAY/SEND ME A LETTER WITH CLUES/SEND LOOSE. PIN YOUR HAIR UP, ON THE GRASS,/CLOSER. HOW YOUNG, LIE TO ME AND NAME FLATTERING DREAMS/SEND LOVE SEND STONES SEND STRUCTURES//LOVE IS UPTOWN WE YOUR AGES. WHAT IT IS. WATCH THESE HANDS. WATCH WHAT THEY’RE DOING./WHAT IS WENT UPTOWN/THERE WERE LOVERS UPTOWN WE WENT UPTOWN//ALTOGETHER NOW/ IT? THEY FLUTTER ROUND THE NECK/LIKE NERVOUS BIRDS, THEY CIRCLE THE WAIST LIKE SLY/ SAY MY NAME AND Hll/SMILE AND HOLD YOUR HEAD BACK/CLOSE YOUR EYES AND TAKE AS TORPEDOES THEN HIKE INTO THE INTERIOR. YOU KNOW/HOW IT IS, YOU CAN BE YOUR READ//CLOSE YOUR EYES THEN THROW YOUR ARMS AROUND/WHOEVER YOU THINK IT IS. ENEMY TURNED SIDEWAYS/FIGURE OF EIGHT. WE EACH HAVE OUR POSITIONS/IN THIS LOVE COME ROUND. THEY SAY YOU HURT THE ONES YOU LOVE/BUT I DON’T THINK IT’S EXCHANGE OF VIEWS, THIS ORATORY, THIS DEBATE./I THINK ONE OF US SHOULD DRINKTHE TRUE./THE ONES YOU LOVE ARE JUST THE MOST PREPARED/TO BE HURT BY THE THINGS YOU OTHER TO TEARS.//ALCOHOL. IT COMPOSES TO WATER, THERE’S NOT MUCH/TO IT, THE LAST DO.//SO WHY SO BITTER SWEET THING?/WHY SO UP IN ARMS?/IT’S ONLY YOUR LOVER’S PART BEING NOTHING LESS/THAN THE SAME AS THE FIRST. YOUR DARK EYES,/YOUR BLUE SYMPATHIES,/HIS MISDIRECTED CHARMS//THAT KEEP YOU ANGERED AND UPSET,/THAT KEEP EYES, ALL MEMORY IS A HOUSE UNDER RAIN./THE MORNING WAS BRIGHT, I MET YOURTRAIN,/

IN ALARM,/BUT I SEE IT’S STILL YOUR PRACTICE/TO HOLD HIM IN YOUR ARMS.//LOVE YOU A HAZE OF PERCEPTION BROUGHT BUILDINGS CLOSER/AND SOUNDS FROM FARTHER AWAY. I COME ROUND AND LET ME SEE/THAT A LOVE UNBOUND IS A DANGEROUS TERRITORY./LOVE WATCHED A KISS ON/PRIVATE GROUND AND A PHONE-BOX DEMOLISHED BY MISTAKE.//I COME ROUND AND LET ME KNOW/THAT A LOVE UNBOUND WON’T LET YOU GO.//YOUR WATCHED IT EXPLODE. I KNOW, HE DOESN’T WANT YOU/TO SPEAK OR EVEN TO BREATHE, HAIR IS LIKE MY LOVER’S HAIR,/YOUR STYLE IS LIKE HER STYLE,/AND WHEN YOU SMILE, YOUR BUT IF HE SAYS/YOU WON’T LAST A WEEK WITHOUT HIM, IT’S ONLY WHAT HE/WANTS YOU EYES ARE HERS/WHEN SHE USED TO SMILE.//YOUR HIPS ARE LIKE MY LOVER’S HIPS,/YOUR LIPS TO BELIEVE. THESE LOVERS. YOU ASK THEM/TO GO, THEY WON’T COME BACK. YOU ASKTHEM ARE LIKE HERS WHEN SHE GRINS/BUT YOUR SKIN IS LIKE NO OTHER SKIN/I EVER HELD OR TO STAY,/THEY WON’T GO AWAY. THE MORNING WAS EVENING,/THE TRAIN WAS A BUS, IT EVER WILL.//LOVE COME ROUND AND LET ME SEE/THAT A LOVE UNBOUND IS A DANGEROUS WAS DULL. YOU HAVE SOMETHING/TO TELL ME, I CAN TASTE IT. I KNOW WHAT IT IS. ANTI- TERRITORY./LOVE COME ROUND AND LET ME KNOW/THAT A LOVE UNBOUND WON’T LET PRETTY. SHE HAD HER HAIR CUT SHORT,/BOUGHT A RING AND LIED. IN TOWN,/SERVED A

YOU GO.//WELL, I WOKE UP THIS MORNING,/I WALKED ROUND THE CORNER TO A LITTLE DRINK FOR A DRIVEN BOY./JUST LIKE THE OLD SONGS, SHE MADE HER WAY./CON SIDE RED CAFE./SUDDENLY, LOVE CAME ROUND THE CORNER/AND HIT ME! LOOKOUT, LOOKOUT!// PRETTY, SHE MADE HER WAY.//CON SIDE RED PRETTY, SHE WAS DRIVEN TO IT,/SAID HOLD ON WELL, YOU ONLY NEED ONE QUESTION/TO PIN LOVE IN A LIE./YOU SHOULD KNOW WHAT PRETTY AND CHECKED HER WAY.//NO HOME TO BOAST, NO BACKGOUND/TO SPEAK, SHE LOVE IS/WHEN IT LOOKS YOU IN THE EYE. YOUR AGES. HOW CAN I EXPLAIN? I NEED AN WAS A TOAST TO THE FUTURE/AND HER FACE WAS NATURE. NATURE/AS WRITTEN, WRITTEN

EXPLANATION./THIS HEAT BLURS THE SENSES. WE’RE ON A BANK/BY A RIVER. CAN I TAKE IT AS A PLAY./SAID PRETTY PRETTY, AND SHE HELD US THAT WAY.//PRETTY PRETTY, THEY DROVE

AS I WAS TAKEN,/TURNED INSIDE AND OUT ON A SLOPE OF GRASS?/YOUR FACETOTHE SKY IS HER TO IT./NOTHING BUT HARD LOOKS, SHE SAID NO WAY.//SHE SAID NO NO NO NO NO// TAKEN TOO,/UNBALANCED AND WIDE. THE SLOPE IS A GOOD/PRESENCE, LEANING OVER SHE SAID OK BUSTER, AND FLOATED HER STRUCTURE,/ONE MORE PICTURE, DIDN’T MIND ARE FAMILIAR GHOSTS./YOUR HANDS REACH DOWN, FARTHER DOWN, THE LIGHT/MAKES ACCEPTING./GOT SNAPPED IN HER DRESS (HER DRESS/WENT OUT THERE). DID SOMETHING OUR HEADS SPIN, THE RE’S NO SOUND./NO ONE CAN SEE, NO ONE CAN HEAR. YOUR BLOUSE/ ABOUT IT,/SHE WENT ALL THE WAY//TO ANTI-PRETTY, SHE DROVE HERSELF THERE/IN AN

IS UNIFORM. I HAD IT IN MIND THAT YOUR BLOUSE/WAS BLUE. I HAD YOU IN MIND TOO ANTIQUE BRISTOL SHE PICKED UP ON THE WAY.// SHE SAID NO NO NO NO NO//AND THAT’S WHEN SHE CAUGHT HERSELF,/POOR KID WITHOUT ENGINE, STILL STALLING,/STILL BLOWING INTO OTHER PEOPLE’S LIVES,/SMALL HURRICANE, BLOWING DOWN TREES, GOVERNMENTS,/PETS, HYPOCRISIES, RELATIONSHIPS AND ALL./SHE REACHED AGREEMENT WITH HERSELF, SAID IT WAS/ALL HER CHILDHOOD, HOW WE REPEAT THESE PATTERNS/YOU CAN ALL HEAR ABOUT IT, DOZENS OF PLACES, MOST OF THE WORLD. CALLED UP BY TOP MEN, SHE SAID,/“I REPEAT THESE ACCUSATIONS”./WELL, NOT ONLY, SWEETHEART, NOT ONLY.//SHE LET HER HAIR GROW LONG,/TOOK HIS PHONE OFF THE HOOK AND FLED./ANOTHER COUNTRY, ANOTHER NAME./JUST LIKE THE OLD FILMS, SHE MADE HER WAY./IN HER OWN SWEET STYLE, SHE ALWAYS DID. CAREFUL BOY. LOOKING DOWN ATTHIS WORLD I’VE MADE/

I DON’T FEELTHERE’S MUCH GOOD IN FEELING PROUD TODAY/AND WHEN I THINK OF HOW WE TALKED, HOW WE STARTED OUT/I FEEL A LITTLE BIT LESS INSIDE//LOOKING DOWN AT THIS rimix . CAREFUL MESS, LOOKING AT THIS ROOM/NOTHING EVER SEEMS TO CHANGE./LOOKING AT YOUR PHOTOGRAPH, THINGS WERE BETTER THEN/THINGS WERE ALL SO DIFFERENT THEN//YOU

CAN KICK ME, YOU CAN PUNCH ME/YOU CAN SAY I SPEAK THE TRUTH/YOU WILL NEVER, NEVER EVER, FIND OUT WHERE IT HU RTS.//OH WE WERE SO YOUNG AND FREE/WE HAD THINGS THEY

COULDN’T EVEN DREAM ABOUT/THE FIELDS WERE THE GREATESTTHING I EVERSAW AND MORE/

I EVER SAW IN THIS WHOLE WORLD/./ALL DRESSED UP AND NO PLACE TO GO/ALWAYS

SOMEWHERE WE CAN’T GO/YOU AND I JUST SAT DOWN THERE. ALL WE DID WAS SIT DOWN THERE.//THE LORRIES THAT DRIVE BY NOW KEEP ME AWAKE/THEY’VE KEPT ME AWAKE FOR FAR TOO LONG/LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL WEARS ME OUT, LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL TIRES ME//

THEIR SOUND IS A SOUND I KNOWTOO WELL//EVERY DAY GETS A LITTLE LONGER/TALK TALK

TALK AND TALK SOME MORE/YOU AND I JUST SAT DOWN THERE. ALL WE DID WAS SIT DOWN THERE. PICTURE FRAMED. BUTTON UP, TIE A SHOE,/LOSE A PIN AND FIND IT,/TIME WILL

PART YOUR WILL/AND DESIRE, THEN YOU CAN/BE SPLIT AND NOT MIND IT.//I SAW A LAKE, I SAW A HOUSE/IN THE CENTRE OF A STORM./WE WENT THERE TO GET DRY,/GET WARM, YEARS

BEFORE/WE EXISTED. WE LEARNED/TO PLAY BALL, SAVE TROUBLE,/CAUSED THIS. I MISS, I MISS.//WE COULD PHOTOGRAPH THE SUM/OF HOURS, ALL THIS BEGETS,/A CROP OF DANGEROUS FLOWERS./I DON’T KNOW ABOUT THOSE/PHOTOGRAPHS, THEY ALL LOOK/ THE SAME. SHE’S THE PICTURE,/YOU CAN BE THE FRAME.//I LOOK ON THAT PICTURE/WITH A SENSE OF RELIEF./f LOOK ON THAT PICTURE/WITH COMPLETE DISBELIEF.//THAT PICTURE IS A LIFE/THAT COULD BE CORRUPTED./THAT PICTURE IS A LIFE/THAT COULD BE INTERRUPTED. CAT-SCAN HIST’RY. MOVING BACK INTO THE UNDERWORLD, NOTHING NEW/CAN TELL YOU HOW OLD YOU ARE OR WHAT’S PLANNED.//BURN LAND DROUGHT LAND ANIMALS SINK ANIMALS/STAND. SOON TO BE DIVIDED, DISPERSED, FLAGS UNFURLED,//NEW LINES DRAWN ON THE WORLD. SINK PITCH AND TAR,/POUR SILICONE RUBBER TO THE MOULD OF THE ROCK.//PULL THE MODEL OF ITS FOSSIL, A GONE-BY FRIEND/FROM THE STONE MATRIX OF A BRAIN-CASE, HIS DEATH//THE COMPUTER GRAPH OF AN UNSEEN HAND/COME 50 MILLION YEARS TO A CAT-SCAN. FACE UNKNOWN .//TECHNOLOGY AT A LOSS TO EXPLAIN A FEVER,/EVERY BONE IN YOUR ARM REVEALED TO THE FUTURE//AS HIS. THE SHADE OF A NOTION, THE GHOST OF A PLAN/TO GIVE UP FINALLY IN OURSELVES THE HAUNT OF MAN.//

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