No Angels

Oh there ain’t no angels darlin’
Open up your eyes
The man who lies beside you
Is just the Devil in disguise
He knows he can’t possess you
So he’s taken me instead
‘cause I’m so easy led

And my devil has his methods
He uses guile and stealth
He even holds my crooked hands
I can’t keep them to myself
Whenever I get near you
There’s someone you can’t see
Oh there ain’t no angels darlin’
There’s just you and the devil
There’s just you and the devil
There’s just you
… and the devil in me

There’s a plain ring on your finger
Right beside a solitaire
But you took them off and you left them
At the foot of the stairs
Now this barefoot devil follows
To share in broad daylight
The soft place where another
Must later share the night

Oh I made you a liar now darlin’
And you told me how it felt
When I pushed my tongue into the mouth
Where butter wouldn’t melt
And this cup is bitter, honey
We take such little sips
Wish I could spin a lifetime
From these moments on your lips

Oh there ain’t no angels darlin’
None that I can see
There’s just you and the devil
You and the devil
There’s just you
… and the devil in me

Oh my sad and secret lover
To me you are divine
I don’t want you to be perfect
I just want you to be mine
I ain’t asking for forgiveness
That\s the last thing that I’d do
‘cause I may not be an angel
But then neither are you


No Angel

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Marlon Williams - “Strange Things” from ‘Marlon Williams’ out February 19, 2016 on Dead Oceans

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Marlon Williams - “Strange Things” from ‘Marlon Williams’ out February 19, 2016 on Dead Oceans

Marlon Williams

Marlon Williams - "Strange Things"

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When we wrote and recorded 'Time for A Drink' it was very much influenced by Beefheart, Beat Poets, the music of Mali, Niger, Benin, The Stones, revenge and late night drinking. In the early hours inside the industrial bunker studio we decided that these songs needed an alter ego... a technicolour, tripped out, distorted mirror image. The original songs embodied by a night of whisky and weed. The 'Death Pop Mixes' possessed by a night of coke and legal highs... Chris instantly said 'Courtney would do something totally amazing and fucked up with these songs.' and so Courntney & Egglestone disappeared to his creative bunker The Odditorium to mould and sculpt the songs in his vision. The Results are Courtney Taylor Taylor presents 'Time For A Drink' the Death Pop Sessions 

Musicians: 
Chris Constantinou - Lead Vocals, Backing Vocals, Bass Gt, Flute ( Adam Ant , The Wolfmen , Sinead O Connor)
Paul Frazer - Guitar, Keys, Backing Vocals ( Black Futures , Prodigy) 
Rat Scabies - Drums (The Damned)
Judy Nylon - Spoken Word (Brian Eno, John Cale) 
Preston Heyman - Percussion, Backing Vocal Arrangement, Backing Vocals.  (Kate Bush,Massive Attack, Paul McCartney )
Kate Jackson features on Slaughter House Called Love (Long Blondes) 
Jaelee Small - Backing vocals (Metronomy, George Clinton, Marcus Malone) 
Tim Smart - Trombone (The Specials)  
Su Robinson - Saxophone (The Specials)  
Jon Read - Trumpet (The Specials) 
Anisa Arselanagic on Viola & Violin

TIME FOR A DRINK 

Beat Freaks - Death Pop Re-Mix By Courtney Taylor-Taylor & Brandon Eggleston

The Black Site began about 30 seconds after Bam Bam and C.M., old acquaintances from very different parts of the globe (Bam Bam a California transplant and C.M. a Yorkshire native), ran into each other at a Thurston Moore gig that was on that night exploding from a roadhouse in East London. 

C.M. was glad to see Bam Bam, at the time mostly because it was the end of the month and he thought he might be able to have lend of a couple of quid for another pint, only to discover she was very much hoping for the same thing. So, instead, the two of them walked soberly down the street together basking in the ear-ringing afterglow of the almighty distortion king. C.M. told Bam Bam he liked her white leather shoes, she read him a couple of lines from a Ted Hughes poem she’d found, and together they re-discovered the thread of their old bond over hammed-up Scott Walker impersonations and story-telling competitions in the subject of childhood mischief. A couple of footsteps further and they decided they should write some songs together. 

H came over from his native Switzerland to record the band’s first demos, bringing with him a suitcase half full of fancy Russian mics and drum gadgetry and half with limited edition whisky and fine Winstons. Bam Bam and CM quickly decided he was a genius and cancelled his return flight. 

The rest is unwritten. But whatever happens next, it’s bound to involve a lot of language, vast amounts of noise, and at least one overly exaggerated line from ‘Montague Terrace.’

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