“Just remember to always think twice”…

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Looking over his shoulder…
To see if she’s there…

The one he was kind to…
Whilst being unaware…

Of the feelings created…
Deep within her mind…

The beast he had stirred…
That was hidden behind…

Words of friendship…
And seemingly harmless fun…

But as things progressed…
He realised what he’d done…

By then it was too late…
There was no way to stop…

The fates conspiring…
As he forced her tears to drop…

With a humble explanation…
That outlined the mistake…

But his words were futile…
And contact he had to break…

To escape her madness…
Go back to real life…

To his family and friends…
And his oblivious wife…

But as days became weeks…
She refused to let go…

He belonged to her…
She’d let the world know…

Promises, lies and threats…
She stalked his every move…

Around every street corner…
Her love she tried to prove…

She begged and she pleaded…
Before she finally snapped…

Followed him home one night…
And violently attacked…

Thrusting the knife deep…
Into his vulnerable heart…

Forcing him to his knees…
And his soul to depart…

Releasing her puppet…
But she just didn’t care…

Calmly walking off…
Into the cold night air…

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“Like the ghost of a man, who is tied up to the chair”…

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He’s got kind eyes…
And a gentle heart…

But a sinner’s mind…
And his soul is dark…

Tried the right way…
But seduced by the wrong…

A well-trodden path…
Since the day he was born…

Into a splintered world…
That was fractured in two…

Carrying years of anger…
And such sadness too…

It eats away at him…
Like a cancer inside…

And he can’t remember…
The last time he cried…

He just bottles it up…
And locks it all away…

With no hint and no trace…
It’s always been this way…

Because he’s so nonchalant…
And calm on the outside…

Managing to cover it all up…
With each and every lie…

It can’t ever be helped…
Or even nursed better…

This constant presence…
Like an unwritten letter…

To the ones he loved…
In a final confession…

Detailing all the mistakes…
And his wrong decisions…

As he was fast asleep…
With his mind wide open…

Stumbling through life…
But something was broken…

Something deep down…
That could never be fixed…

Whilst he walks this Earth…
In a trance and bewitched…

By all those feelings…
Hidden in his heart…

Whilst a sinner’s mind…
Keeps his soul so dark…

Disowned by the Gods…
Cast out into Hell…

The man who sold his soul…
For a ride on Satan’s carousel…

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“Flying in the face of love”…

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She’s stood in the corner…
Sat facing the wall…
Hiding in the darkness…
Running away from it all…
Dodging bullets of real life…
And all responsibility...
Looking for distraction…
And chances to feel free…
 
Disguising all her fears…
Disgusted by her thoughts…
Dealing with the Devil…
It’s so tense and it’s so fraught…
Looking for life’s signals…
Following the wrong direction…
Orchestrating from the shadows…
Perfecting misdirection…
 
Searching for something…
Answers and sweet lies…
Wrapped up in someone…
Who makes her feel alive…
All smoke and hotel mirrors…
Fucking with her head…
Yet all she ever dreamt about…
Could never ever be said…
 
It’s a guilty mind’s mentality…
At the bottom of her ocean…
Trapped underneath the rocks…
Concealed by dark emotion…
There is no way out of here…
No chance of an escape…
She’s the sum of all her history…
And the choices that she’s made…
 
She can’t change her story…
Erase all the twists and turns…
And what lies before her…
Are unscripted lines she learns…
Makes it up as she goes along…
And ignores the rules of fate…
Accepting her part of the blame…
Within each and every mistake…
 
Now she’s stood in the corner…
And rests her head against a wall…
Hiding out in the darkness…
Running away from it all…
Trapped by all that’s real in life…
And all the responsibility…
She’s looking for distractions…
And chances to fly free…

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“It’s hard to let go, of all that we know”…

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One for dark sorrow…
Two for deep joy…
How she now misses…
Her forbidden secret boy…
The one she met…
Out of the Blue…
Who changed her life…
And all she knew…

Stroking her ego…
Touching her soul…
As her life spun…
Out of all control…
And into the shadows…
Away from the light…
With secret rendezvous…
Hidden from sight…

Taking such risks…
With all she held dear…
Making sure she kept…
Her shiny lover so near…
And chasing adventure…
With her aching heart…
As she became infected…
By Lust’s poison dart…

Tasting his sweetness…
Touching his skin…
Allowing him to enter…
So deep within…
Her heart and mind…
Ripping down her defences…
And as he poured himself in…
She lost all her senses…

Till it got too much…
And it just had to stop…
Where from a Dizzy Height…
She was forced to drop…
Now wallowing in sorrow…
Remembering fragments of joy…
How this Magpie misses…
Her Black and White boy…

~

 

Neil Finn – “Dizzy Heights” – A (distorted) review…

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So, I was asked recently about my affection for Neil Finn and his music. “Why? What is it about him?” – I shrugged my shoulders and said I wasn’t overly sure.

Truth is though, I lied. I do know exactly what it is about Neil Finn and it’s kept me with him for over 20 years.

It is multi-faceted and not something easily explainable, but deep down, I know.

His voice, his melody’s, his lyrics, his energy, his banter on stage, his wit (Which can be seen in the next 2 brilliant clips), his sincerity, I could go on.

His songs give me comfort, they bring me joy.

At live gigs, time stands still and I lose myself there. Immersed. I connect. I have a connection.

It’s all I ask from any artist, but with Neil Finn, solo or other, I connect deep.

Now, the thing is… Neil Finn’s songs just do not lend themselves for instant reviews. They never have and I doubt they ever will.

Even the more immediate tunes that grab you have a subtle tendency to reveal something new and fresh after more than a few listens – sometimes after more than a few years. I am aware of that, but I wanted to say something about “Dizzy Heights”, his new solo offering.

So, I figured I would leave it a while and then get my thoughts down – but however I tried, what I wrote was neither objective nor really a review.

And as a self-confessed diehard fan, my view of “Dizzy Heights” is already distorted because I love the man and accept that for every song I love, there will be a few that miss the target and you know what, I even find things I like in those.

With that in mind, I stopped writing a review and decided to see where the songs would take my mind. I have been using a lot of Finn’s music as soundtracks and inspiration to my words for a long time now, so between poetry, a gig review and a late night emotional rant, I have managed to use all bar one song on “Dizzy Heights”. The links to these are below.

Now, as an aside and before you click the links,  there are only a few people I speak to that even know who he is, let alone his music that has endured for the best part of 30 years.

Neil Finn is a singer / songwriter from New Zealand and via Split Enz, Crowded House, Finn Brothers and Pajama Club – alongside other projects such as the collaborative Seven worlds collide – you will know a lot of his songs, you may just not realise it was him.

Never did a tag line “You know more Crowded House songs that you think you do” really and truly describe a best of CD. It was spot on and Recurring Dream (The original best of CD) was pretty much catapulted to the top of the UK charts on the back of that piece of clever marketing. Crowded House was / is Neil’s main musical vehicle, but despite recording a few tracks for the next CD, the band are on hold for a while.

In the meantime, Finn has been active working on “Dizzy Heights”, his 3rd solo offering behind “Try Whistling This” and “One Nil” (not including One All for this)

However, Neil’s last release was neither solo nor Crowded House, it was a collaboration with his wife Sharon and a guy called Sean Donnelly on the LO-FI project “Pajama Club”.

It was a fusion of drum and bass with electronica added on top. The songs were not the classic sound fans were used to, from either the song writing, to the texture or to the sound.

Hooks and melody were replaced by a driving, thumping soundtrack that did it’s best to be everything Crowded House wasn’t.

Yet, that wasn’t a bad thing and it spawned a few tracks that were pretty damn good by any standards. “From a Friend to a Friend”, “Deadleg”, “Diamonds in her Eyes” and “Golden Child” may have had a different “Finn” sound that split the fans, but were more than worthy additions to the Finn back catalogue.

And it’s clear that “Dizzy Heights” is a continuation of sorts from this CD – more evolution than revolution – where the songs on Pajama Club had the feel that they really were contrived in the Finn living room over a few bottles of wine – “Dizzy Heights” goes that next step.

With the rest of the family on the CD, Wife Sharon and sons Liam and Elroy, Neil has managed to put together a remarkable CD with the help of producer David Fridmann. Lush string arrangements and weird electronic twists compliment the vocals all the way through the CD and my word, they certainly add an amazing dimension to the sound.

The songs themselves feel more in the mould that the fan base is used to. Sparse lyrics on Pajama Club replaced by something more substantial, whichever way Neil has constructed and found them.

Now, fans have already been treated to stripped back versions of a few songs on this CD. Webcasts and showcases with Victoria Kelly and a string section have featured just Neil on piano and some percussion joining in to create some stunning, heartfelt and wonderful versions of the songs.

However, Neil had warned people that the final songs would be different and he is of course correct – from my listening perspective, it’s on a win most, lose a couple basis, but it continues to unfold with each listen.

So, in running order, please click the link to hear the songs and read my words. Some of the poetry is dark, as is my natural way – check out this link –  and if you are interested, there is plenty more Split Enz, Crowded House, Pajama Club and solo songs within the blog, so feel free to have a look around.

Impressions: https://eyewillnotcry.wordpress.com/2014/02/12/this-disguise-fooling-no-one/

Dizzy Heights: https://eyewillnotcry.wordpress.com/2013/11/18/smoke-drifting-up-to-the-dizzy-heights/

Flying in the face of Love: https://eyewillnotcry.wordpress.com/2013/11/16/flying-in-the-face-of-love/

Divebomber: https://eyewillnotcry.wordpress.com/2013/11/15/and-theres-only-one-way-down/

Better than TV: https://eyewillnotcry.wordpress.com/2014/04/06/at-the-end-of-the-world-its-just-you-and-me/

Pony Ride: https://eyewillnotcry.wordpress.com/2014/03/25/he-only-wants-to-get-you-out-of-your-mind/

White Lies and Alibies: https://eyewillnotcry.wordpress.com/2014/03/18/holding-on-to-nothing-sacred/

Recluse: https://eyewillnotcry.wordpress.com/2014/02/26/i-just-want-to-be-alone/

Strangest Friends: https://eyewillnotcry.wordpress.com/2014/03/22/and-they-take-your-souls-away/

In my Blood: https://eyewillnotcry.wordpress.com/2013/12/01/how-i-wish-that-i-could-do-this-again/

Finally, the only song that I didn’t touch was “Lights of New York” and it can be found below.

I hope you enjoy!

Cheers

 

“Just remember to always think twice”…

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Looking over his shoulder…
To see if she is there…

The one he was kind to…
Whilst being unaware…

Of the feelings created…
Deep within her mind…

The beast he had stirred…
That was hidden behind…

Words of friendship…
And seemingly harmless fun…

But as things progressed…
He realised what he’d done…

By then it was too late…
There was no way to stop…

The fates conspiring…
As he forced her tears to drop…

With a humble explanation…
That outlined the mistake…

But his words were futile…
And contact he had to break…

To escape her madness…
Go back to real life…

To his family and friends…
And his oblivious wife…

But as days became weeks…
She refused to let go…

He belonged to her…
She’d let the world know…

Promises, lies and threats…
She stalked his every move…

Around every street corner…
Her love she tried to prove…

She begged and she pleaded…
Before she finally snapped…

Followed him home one night…
And violently attacked…

Thrusting the knife deep…
Into his vulnerable heart…

Forcing him to his knees…
And his soul to depart…

Releasing her puppet…
But she just didn’t care…

Calmly walking off…
Into the cold night air…

~

“Beware late night thinking, before starlight’s over”…

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In the mirror, she stares back…

Devoid of all emotion…

Every flashback, another crack…

No life force in her ocean…

The hands of time have not been kind…

Instant Karma ripped her apart…

Curiosity left her broken and blind…

A fallen angel bound up, then stole her heart…

Look what she’s become…

The painted smile upon her face…
Wishes she could vanish without a trace…
Inside she feels anguish, pain and disgrace…
Never again to be seen in silk, or lace…

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