New song: Rock & Blank

A new song about being trapped on a space station, dreaming of rnb parties from your childhood.

They condensed the fruit, vacuum-packed to boot. Suck at it with a straw, until it tastes like fruit no more. Over and over I prayed for something freshly made. We could sit at a restaurant and have anything that we want.

A bounce from wall to wall because there’s no down at all so strap me down to a chair in dull recycled air. I know that it sounds weird, but my only friend’s my beard, because I can’t even cut my hair, and there is only black out there.

Rock and blank, rock and blank, rock and…

Let’s dance and hold hands like I’d never taken to the stars. Touch my skin and I’ll touch your skin and we can smile like teenagers. Talk how I’d vow to turn down the chance of a life time. Hold me close, please, hold me close and stop the background from fading out.

Your eyes (to my surprise), they darken and start to disappear. Love me now, please, love me now before now turns back into that ship. We go solo and fall down in a summer breeze. Birds are round, yeah, birds are round- they dance above our heads in the trees.

Press a button. Sleep. Pressing a button. Sleep. Hear the computer beeping then I go back to sleeping. Oh, I’d cut off my hand for a day trip back to land. Take me down to beaches and bury me deep in sand. Tether me to the hills. Glue me down to rock. Put me in a dark room and give the room a lock. Anything, anything, please! To keep me on the ground. Fill my mouth with flavours and cover my head with sight and sound.

Rock and blank, rock and blank, rock and…

3 Comments so far. Why not do one?

Excellent, at last, news of a new album. I’ve been wondering when a new release would be coming and today my curiosity got the better of me and I visited your website.

I first heard your music playing on a crappy transistor radio which I had in my bathroom. I used to switch it on before going to the toilet, just for something to listen to as I went about my business. It generally yielded a more interesting listening experience than toilet sounds, unless I happen to be tuned into my local commercial radio station in which case the toilet sounds would be preferable. I used to have the radio in the bathroom tuned to radio four but I had to retune because I would find myself spending a lot longer in there than I had planned. I would switch it on while I had a quick number one, and then eventually come out of the bathroom forty minutes later when the drama or documentary had finished. Radio 3 was also a bad choice for the same reason; I’d be fascinated by a piece of classical music that was playing and wanted to wait until the announcer said what the piece was. So I’d wait, and wait, but radio 3 has a habit of playing three movements of a piece before a presenter speaks, unlike Classic FM where each movement has a sponsor. So I decided that unless I wanted to spend my life listening to a radio in my bathroom, I should probably tune to radio one. And so it was while having a wee that I discovered Cats in Paris. Fascinated by what I was hearing I purchased your album, and was pleased to find that your music sounded even better than it does on a transistor radio while sitting on the toilet. I was listening to my music library on shuffle and Foxes came on, and it brought me back to that day, on the toilet. Ah, the memories; a truly catartic experience. (I’ve just realised I did a typo and wrote catartic rather than cathartic, but I decided not to correct it because I then realised I’d inadvertently done a pun. How spooky!)

I’m really looking forward to the next album. I was blown away by your first. I especially like the lawn mower on the first track. There are not enough songs with lawn mowers in, but I’m glad you’re redressing that issue.

Byeeeeee

David Eagle on February 13th, 2011 at 8:05 pm