move over dali....bluesabilly acoustic with the unexpected

A Word On Plays

it's not about bottoms or lines but should really be the title track for the Radio 4 prog of the same name!

04 THE BOTTOM LINE

Reflections of town life and high Street stereotypes by MoVe OvEr DaLi
LYRIC
KISMET KATE (©Foster-Smith/Eldridge 2016)

1) ITCHY FINGERS GONNA MAKE ME SCRATCH
BENEATH THE SURFACE OF THE NEON TOWN
MR BOY RACER, LOUD DRUM AND BASSER,
MOVES ON UP AND DUBSTEPS DOWN

LATE NIGHT SHOPPERS BUYING BARGAIN BEER
SHUFFLE BY IN MONOCHROME
WEDDING RINGS IN POCKETS AT THE SPEED DATE BASH,
AND NOT AN INVITATION HOME....

chorus
IF KISMET KATE AIN’T GOT THE CARDS OF FATE
SHE’LL HAVE A HAND IN IT..
DON’T GO FOR PLACE IF IT’S A TWO HORSE RACE,
PUT YOUR MONEY ON THE FAVOURITE...

2) IT’S LIKE A TALE FROM SCHEHEREZADE
MOVING IN AND OUT OF FANTASY
MAD CULTURE CLASHES AND BLUMENTHAL BASHES
CATER FOR THE WANNABE
BIGOT PARTIES SAYING THEY DON’T KNOW HOW
THEY PROPAGATE DISTRUST AND FEARS,
BETTER TAKE ANOTHER S.S.R.I.,
PRETEND YOU’RE REELING IN THE YEARS!
chorus

G...A...B...

instrumental break on B7 (4bars)
then from ‘LATE NIGHT SHOPPERS...etc
chorus X2 and finish
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Kismet Kate Remix

I MUST BE SEEING THINGS

I must be seeing things, I must be seeing things
The way you transform this dusty street
With the ground in bloom beneath your feet
And the water springing from the rock
And the key inside your lock
And honey dripping from the trees, honey dripping from the trees
I must be seeing things . . . 

Think I’m off my head I am projecting you 
You’re a cassette, I’m not ejecting you
I like to believe I can trust my senses
But your manifestation really cuts my defences
You order mannequins around like a gaoler
Such a lovely cut, and I’m your tailor
Dummies staring back at me, Dummies staring back at me
They must be seeing things . . . 

You’re a vision, you make no sense to me
Cell division, it’s bad biology
You’re a Freudian slip I want to make

You’re a wraith and you’re a succubus
We have to mate, but it’s not up to us
We’ll incubate inside my state of mind (if you don’t mind . . .)

Tall dark and weird and terrifying 
But enough about you, I can’t stop sighing
With lightbulb eyes, electric hands
And the National Grid at your command
Storm cats run and hide, Storm cats run and hide
They must be seeing things . . .


I MUST BE SEEING THINGS

MoVe OvEr DaLi doing their version of Red Cadillac and a Black Moustache!

Red Cadillac And A Black Moustache!

This song is the tale of two people trying to meet in London (even though London has long since changed into something else). 

I suppose it is really about trying to hold onto someone in the face of impossible odds.  A lot of it is set in Camden.

 I'm going for a paranoid vibe on this one.  

LYRIC:

A man gave up his seat at Moorgate Tube
A pigeon lost the power of flight
On the steps of the National Gallery
A teacher waved the class inside

London is changing in so many ways 
Haven't you heard about it
You said you would meet me at New Bond Street
I'll be there for you and you don't need to doubt it
I'll be there for you, I'm going to shout about it.

etc etc etc etc

LONDON IS CHANGING

THE BOTTOM LINE

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boo hoo boogie LL

many song lyrics are made more interesting (in my opinion) by a play on words : puns, double entendres, litotes etc. Well I thought I'd try  A WORD ON PLAYS!
It took a while to fit it all together!

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John Lusher

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