Boys Heart (30th Anniversary)

by Daintees

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    Beautiful new re-recording of The Daintees fourth major release from 30 years ago
    Beautiful Eco Pack with an 8 page booklet, All art by our go to guy Kieran Fitzpatrick @ Sauce Creative
    Recorded by John Martindale at Blank Studios Newcastle upon Tyne, mixed and mastered by Mark Lough in Stirling
    Produced by Martin Stephenson for Barbaraville Records, Invergordon

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    The last in 30th anniversary series, luckily the Boys Heart makes it onto vinyl and deservedly so
    This is a serious piece of work lovingly and freshly re-created in a totally new way
    Most folks hearing the 30th anniversary re-records surprisingly always say they sound better than the originals and are actually truer in sound, The Boy's Heart is no exception

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1.
Big sky new light Big sky new light Following dream time We are leaving down time We are reaching dream time Attitude is uncool Dark clouds bring dark fools Break free from down time Big sky new light Big sky new light We need a cut that just can’t change its shape Big sky new time Or in the gust we’ll just get blown away Big sky new light Clear conscience is a sure sign Break free from down time Big sky new light Big sky big sky New light new light Big sky big sky New light new light
2.
Sunday Halo 04:03
Sunday halo Berlin, Munich, Brussels, Bonn, men and women's voices all rapping on and on London, Stuttgart, Luxembourg, Rome, another Sunday halo rapping on and on Chorus Another Sunday halo, rapping on my door Another Sunday halo, rapping on my door I hear the valves all warming up, feel it’s vibration hear it’s hum This box of magic drives me wide, it’s Sunday halo rapping on Chorus Like a big old zeppelin it sits, almost filling our tiny living room If only I knew how to work it myself, so I could listen to the spies speak in foreign tongue My mother she hoovers up marbles, I can see her through my legs as I listen to the hum Chorus Why doesn't she clean it? why does she keep it’s big lid down? Why can’t I hear it for the hoover? Why does she stand the goldfish on? Berlin, Munich, Brussels, Bonn, men and women'sʼ voices all rapping on and on London, Stuttgart, Luxembourg, Rome, another Sunday halo rapping on and on I want to see inside this big entertainment ship!
3.
Cab Attack 04:04
Cab attack I canʼt see any violence, just a police car sitting at the side of the road Ahead is still and silent, another jam with another three hours to go I hope I make good time back, the streets are silent not a sign of a single soul I hope they donʼt do a runner, three deadheads in the back and a bum in the front Cab attack, cab attack Cab attack, cab attack (Guitar solo) As we finally make it, these bums are looking more like theyʼre gonna blow This address seems made up, I’m sensing trouble so I brake hard and I grab my float All hell breaks out, I get pummelled in the stomach by the bum in the front They wipe me out, almost break my neck These bums have done a runner from a three hour trek I cry for help with eyes all fat, just another sad victim of a cab attack oh no! Cab attack, cab attack Cab attack, cab attack I canʼt see any violence, just a police car sitting at the side of the road Ahead is still and silent, another jam with another three hours to go I hope I make good time back, the streets are silent not a sign of a single soul I hope they donʼt do a runner, three deadheads in the back and a bum in the front Cab attack, cab attack Cab attack, cab attack It’s a young man’s game!
4.
8:30 Mowbray morning Itʼs raining down anvils itʼs raining birds dead This old jacketʼs windy this old jacketʼs dead And thereʼs nothing really going no space to creep up Your porch is alarmed for the night’s lonely moths Chorus Still I, wanna get next to you And itʼs not all I want to do The buses have stopped the Raggies long gone Except him on that park bench, he’s a snore in a song Now donʼt think me forward, donʼt think me corny But youʼre two years older than me and ya getting me horny Anna Chorus I'm twenty years old with a fiver to burn Mowbray parkʼs buzzing with so much to learn Jimmy! It’s 8:30 Mowbray morning I’ve 55 big mushees we’ll trip until dawn Then scrounge off the winos who camp on the lawn Fozzy! It’s 8:30 Mowbray morning The taxi is silent Tunstall’s just gone That was one wild night, the meter clicks on Chorus/outro
5.
Neon Sky 04:53
Neon sky Wynd your mind away through awesome sky Over fields and hills where orchids lie Dream upon a scream which helps you find yourself Itʼs long since woe tapped on your door I’m only one chapter in your book of love Others fade into your life then slowly fade away Is the only answer in neon sky? Tingling sensation pass right through me Tingling sensation Wynd your mind away through awesome sky Over fields and hills where orchids lie I’m only one chapter in your book of love Others fade into your life then slowly fade away Is the only answer in neon sky? By and bye
6.
We can roll 03:40
We can roll Come on over, pretty darling Stop your work I have something in mind You look so good this morning, lets take a walk outside Come stroll with your lover, spend some intimate time Let the wind caress you let it ease your mind Embracing this morning be a man and his wife Embracing this morning be good friends for life Chorus We can roll, we can roll We can roll, we can roll Kick off our shoes skip the work to do It’s our own time now we can roll Free from the chains, far from the crowd All our cares have been lifted away You look so good this morning Come share this beautiful day Chorus
7.
Ballad of the English rose This is the story of an English rose, who sank to a level of despair Her hills and her valleys saw her children float, way beyond the saving of repair Chorus Dom da-doorah doorah hey! Dom da-doorah hey! Pray you watch your soul and watch your faith I bring you the ballad of the English rose, and pray your journey keeps you safe Her monks and her saints were her very soul, sadly most of them lie butchered long ago Since then this tiny island tried to hold the waves, that’s when this tiny island did fuck up By Danes and by Romans came this want to own, all sucking at her breast all killing soul Hence the rose did follow and did try what’s grand, the mirror her sad sister poor Ireland Chorus Our massacred halos all massacred numb, empty churches show a wounded home Through faith and the ballad we have but come, to a shore near Saint Oswin where the blood did run And incarnation as ballad at this shore, I can see the craze has lingered to now from before Subtle clothes of change the spirit sees with age, all echoing on earth the hell goes on Chorus I fear the English rose, is all evil and all blue, a game at being friends with no care for me nor you I fear the English rose, like most insect traps, is thin and bonny coloured, with death beneath its cap I fear the English rose, is a prison and not free, and all that ever mattered were her saints and her sea Chorus
8.
The Boy’s Heart Oh arrow straight and slender, with grey eyes unafraid You see the rose’s splendour, nor wreck that they shall fade Youth in its flush and flower, bare the soul of whitest flame Eternity in an hour, all life and death in a game May youth forever weave you, his magic around your ways And time the robber leave you the boy’s heart all your days Letʼs free ourselves, break out of life’s weight and chains Piss off to Texas, forget the game Letʼs free ourselves, break out of life’s weight and chains Go get a whiskey, forget the game We’ll be living out December, from morrow through to morrow An old belief to lead us, pencil birth to follow Surrounded by a new time, of new flesh and new life So we will weep December, so we will weep new life Come the all important morning A child will have blended, his birth will follow
9.
Map in the world Thereʼs a map in the world It’s our main concern It is good land in bad hands From the people who look like we do Thereʼs a duty to this earth From our departure way back to birth So wake up, begin to serve At least we’ve a map in the world Torn in many places is the vision of our kind We seek the bottom of the valley Shun the view from either side There the struggle can be plenty Faith far from the mind So let us move in mass agreement Avoid pain save time Thereʼs a map in the world It’s our main concern It is good land in bad hands From the people who look like we do (they are not us) Thereʼs a duty to planet earth From our departure way back to birth So wake up, begin to serve Least we’ve a map in the world
10.
Sentimental journey Let me take you on, a sentimental journey Let me take you on, a sentimental journey Let’s re-stir some old emotion, emotions that were real once Donʼt you wonder where they go, donʼt you wonder why youʼre here? Chorus Through your first summer love and all the songs that were around then Youthʼs carefree reckless hedonistic bliss, to the day that you fucked up Chorus To the first time you cried, the first time you sang To the first time you hurt, where your memory began We’ve a high stretch to make, though we’ve travelled awful ways But a sentimental journey can put meaning in your days Chorus So the next time you go driving in your body car Remember it’s your body, it’s your car, you exist after to exist before Should the blind emotions of this earth, tie you down or break you first Take a sentimental journey, seek out your truth and worth
11.
Him, her and the moon Him, her and the moon Two swans who duck In a pool The misery speaks for itself Reflects in the light of affair Him, her and the moon Whose magic seems to go on The shadows weep this affair Romantically hosted festooned Announcing the death of their souls Cajoling rose petal all holed No humile could ever cancer the two Occident, Neptune and who? Him, her and the moon Two swans who duck In a pool No humile could ever cancer the two Him her and the moon Announcing the death of their souls Cajoling rose petal all holed No humile could ever cancer the two Occident, Neptune and who? Him, her and the moon Whose magic it seems to go on Disnchanted disdainful marooned Just him, her and the moon
12.
Hollywood fields Iʼd often see her dream of the Hollywood fields At the back of her factory, see her fingers weave She would slip off her apron and breeze and breeze Through the Hollywood fields, through her favourite scenes See her dance with the women and the men of her day Perform to children at penned-in play Through a mesh besetting them, they would point and say “Ah look at that mad cow!” as her workmates gazed She’d sing, “California here I come, right back where I started from These slums to the golden gate, a much kinder nicer place” The hills were golden and climate warm When I witnessed her downfall, the bell had not yet gone The school the factory, turned a roman muck Even the corn mocked as derision struck I gripping the wire, with tears and snots down my clefts While the Hollywood fields turned a dung filled trench And on her return to the jeering overalls mid her block Her humiliated back I could barely see for my tears and my snots Through the crude wire fence, through the Hollywood stench I thought: peasants are the workers, peasants are these children And all who laugh at dreams She’d sing, “California here I come, right back where I started from These slums to the golden gate, a much kinder nicer place”

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Written by Martin Stephenson
Performed by The Daintees @ Blank Studios
Recorded @ Blank Studios by John Martindale
Produced by Martin Stephenson for Barbaraville Records
Mixed and mastered by Mark Lough
Manufactured by Dale Aiken for Cd Duplication Pro, Newton Abbey

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released January 29, 2021

Martin Stephenson: Elec & Acoustic Rhythm guitar, dobro, lead and backing vocals
Anth Dunn: Bass guitar and backing vocals
Gary Dunn: Elec & acoustic lead guitar
Charlie Smith: Drums & percussion
Anna Lavigne: Backing vocals
Bruce Michie: Brass arrangements & performances

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Born Durham 27th July 1961

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