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Red Cap

by The Rains

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1.
Cash 07:18
v.1 Sometimes, you’re in need of some kind, of souvenir to arrange on your sheets to prove that we lay here v.2 Sometimes, you’re in need of a prompt you fail to hear You bit your lip and down the side of your bed a moment disappears CHORUS: Well I’m just glad to be here to ask One day we’ll learn not to burn our backs (Don’t forget the past) v.3 The bulb above your bed sends out a faulty S.O.S. The wires don’t connect, and you send ‘S.O.M.’ out instead I think you’re trying to say ‘sometimes oh yeah sometimes Sometimes you’re in need v.4 Then I saw a tiny scar and you, looking vulnerable yet calm And the horizon was what I saw as a scar and it was you who held the world, upon your arms CHORUS: Well I’m just glad to be here to ask One day we’ll learn not to burn our backs I’ll watch yours, while you collect the ash!
2.
Mockingbird 05:40
A Mockingbird. Is what I am And I’ll squawk like a baby And I’ll moan like a man Doubled like a fisted hand Born to watch the world, from a window, from a window on Powis Road A palsied mess, A flapping fowl I’m in my room And I’m looking down I love the friend I think I’ve found Watching the world, from a window, from a window on Powis Road My grey grey Victorian hospital, With rooms as high a spires, maybe higher, maybe Yeah the moon’s within reach if I stand on a chair, but it isn’t at the moon, it’s at you that I stare Cos a mockingbird is what I am Like a coloured boy in the sea of man This is the world that I understand Like a mirrored gull in an oil can This is the world And I understand, from a window, on Powis Road I’ll walk in the shoes, of whoever And I’ll echo the world and it’s cries of pleasure And I’ll mimic the morning of those same lovers later Watching the world, framed by a window, by a window, on Palace Road My grey grey Victorian hospital With rooms as high a spires, maybe higher, maybe Yeah the moon’s within reach if I stand on a chair, but it isn’t at the moon, it’s at you that I STARE!!!! YEAH!!!!!!!! OH YEAH!!!!!!! WROAR!!!!!!!! Cos a Mockingbird is what I am!!!!!!!!!!
3.
Keep Us Safe 07:04
verse I caught a boat and learned the names of the waters To keep us safe from the sea Discovered the shore through the shades of night to keep us safe from the sea And learned [or ‘ignored’] the distance from star to stern to keep us safe from the sea And threaded a line through the eye of the storm to keep us safe from the sea And tied the line to of back of behind to keep us safe from the sea [or ‘to keep you here with me’] chorus And we dealt out the deck as we sailed over bones across jaws And stared at our hands And our drinks they spilt as we drifted Between ports and between laws (over shores across jaws...) with the pity of man broadcast from land broadcast from land… chorus And it came howling to me A sense that a seagull It came howling to me A new sense of safety
4.
Home 06:48
Your home is waiting through corridors and rooms where you will find yourself crowned Outside the light has shifted, it catches you unaware because inside you pulled the blind…down Your home is waiting, beneath a map, hanging like a flag of discovery This is a truth, when your map hangs about you like a rag and you are weary Now is blue, and covers you—like a veil You were draped, in a room, in blue And there your home is waiting, beneath your map that waves like a flag of discovery Outside the light has shifted, it catches you unaware, cos in there you pulled the blind down Unpunished, unforgiven…you will rise Unpunished, unforgiven, we will pull a tide into the rain that fell last year, now it falls again around our shoes it’s washing now Unpunished, unforgiven, we will pour tide into the gaps, tinted glass, mirror walls, taxi cabs...
5.
It's colder in here than before... (ad lib)
6.
[instrumental jam]
7.
In Season 05:04
In season, in middle May, I saw you bloom before you tore… away or You hit, before you bloom you split, inside out, inside all ripped away You ripen, then you bruise, your body a bag, a black plastic sack oh spilling seven split stones, all unused Mmm, partly red, partly blue. Our colour remains, in a pool of blame memories fade of your leg, not the red line that it drew I’ve seen this all twelve times or more, every hour and it makes it easier for me, to see milk and not meat, turn sour, a rare song In season, in middle May I saw you bloom before you tore away You ripen, then you bruise, your body a bag, a black plastic sack… your body a bag, a black plastic sack spilling seven split stones, all unused I’ve seen this all twelve times or more, every hour reel-to-reel, milk to sour, holding my own, raging and hard only to see again if I’m real And it makes it easier for me, it makes it easier for me every hour Stars that shine in the road broken by the rain, ajar in the drain To you it felt like Bethlehem again And you follow For you it seemed like Bethlehem again You follow... again In season, in middle May.
8.
Something stopped us, over awed Something scrubbed our senses raw Something struck a blow, struck a chord
9.
Lay it down Lay it down Babe there just born, there’s nobody else around Count the ghosts Count the children I count them down, count them in, then begin I’m laid down by hand, laid down by my hand I am It’s older than this, it’s older than this It’s older than this, it’s older To the edge, to the sea, Biting down deep for relief Hoping the taste is good Hoping the milk is clean Leave a trail of tears, we never would Please take the baby away Please take the baby away It’s on the ledge, where it’s looking out at the line that separates the land and the sky It’s waiting for its brother to rise
10.
Walk to the plague To the pools Where you heart will be numbered To the pools, where your number will be called To the ground where numbers mean nothing To the ground where deals are made I’ll give you road in, road out. I’ll give you road in, road out.
11.
v.1 Sometimes, you’re in need of some kind, of souvenir to arrange on your sheets to prove that we lay here v.2 Sometimes, you’re in need of a prompt you fail to hear You bit your lip and down the side of your bed a moment disappears CHORUS: Well I’m just glad to be here to ask One day we’ll learn not to burn our backs (Don’t forget the past) v.3 The bulb above your bed sends out a faulty S.O.S. The wires don’t connect, and you send ‘S.O.M.’ out instead I think you’re trying to say ‘sometimes oh yeah sometimes Sometimes you’re in need v.4 Then I saw a tiny scar and you, looking vulnerable yet calm And the horizon was what I saw as a scar and it was you who held the world, upon your arms CHORUS: Well I’m just glad to be here to ask One day we’ll learn not to burn our backs I’ll watch yours, while you collect the ash!
12.
A Mockingbird. Is what I am And I’ll squawk like a baby And I’ll moan like a man Doubled like a fisted hand Born to watch the world, from a window, from a window on Powis Road A palsied mess, A flapping fowl I’m in my room And I’m looking down I love the friend I think I’ve found Watching the world, from a window, from a window on Powis Road My grey grey Victorian hospital, With rooms as high a spires, maybe higher, maybe Yeah the moon’s within reach if I stand on a chair, but it isn’t at the moon, it’s at you that I stare Cos a mockingbird is what I am Like a coloured boy in the sea of man This is the world that I understand Like a mirrored gull in an oil can This is the world And I understand, from a window, on Powis Road I’ll walk in the shoes, of whoever And I’ll echo the world and it’s cries of pleasure And I’ll mimic the morning of those same lovers later Watching the world, framed by a window, by a window, on Palace Road My grey grey Victorian hospital With rooms as high a spires, maybe higher, maybe Yeah the moon’s within reach if I stand on a chair, but it isn’t at the moon, it’s at you that I STARE!!!! YEAH!!!!!!!! OH YEAH!!!!!!! WROAR!!!!!!!! Cos a Mockingbird is what I am!!!!!!!!!!

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Demo recordings and rehearsal bootlegs, Brighton, 1995–1996.
Compiled and mastered by David Davis at Feline HQ, 2010.
Due to the archive nature of these recordings, the sound quality may vary. A lot.

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released June 1, 1996

Music written by Jake Fern, with Donk Brayshaw, and arranged by the band.
All lyrics by Jake Fern.
Photo by Spiros.

All sound recordings ℗ 2011 Pyrococcal Records/Bad Nurse Recordings

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