Pavilion Parade

by John Meed

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Na Zdorovye 03:27
Those endless skies Those Volga cries Will pass you by today This city night This marble light Will seem so far away Na zdorovye, na zdorovye, here's to you, na zdorovye Na zdorovye, na zdorovye, here's to you, na zdorovye No woman's sigh No friendship tie Will let you bide one more day Na zdorovye, na zdorovye, here's to you, na zdorovye Na zdorovye, na zdorovye, here's to you, na zdorovye
Doubt 03:52
I could have been a revolutionary I knew my friends the enemy I could have set the wheels in motion I read the books, I shouted out the slogans But doubt, doubt, you crept up on me Doubt, doubt, you enveloped me Doubt, doubt, you were always near, doubt, doubt I could have been a pop star I wrote the songs and I played them on my guitar I sang of joy, I sang of sorrow On my way down to the crossroads But doubt, doubt you knew where to find me Doubt, doubt you were the one to sign me Doubt, doubt, between the cocaine and the wine, doubt, doubt And you, with all you confidence How I envy you your certainty But where were you when I called to you From my personal Gethsemane? I could have been a champagne socialist I had the smile, I had the looks for it I was young, I was able I even bought myself the coffee table But doubt, doubt you shed another light Doubt, doubt maybe you were right Doubt, doubt, be my friend tonight, doubt, doubt
Visions of domestic bliss Must they all come down to this Comet or John Lewis Indesit or Bosch Football games on dead-end streets City suits ad party pleats Nights between white satin sheets All end in the wash Round and round and round and round Inside out and upside down Lightly soiled we spin around Our revolving drum Keep the colours from the whites Choose the cycle that’s right Right-wing think tanks must delight In wash care instructions Woe betide the laundry maid Who would let her colours fade Crumpled shirts and beds unmade Line the road to destruction Once upon another time Monday was washing time Women by the river side Scrubbed the stains away Now we’re all electrified Brains bleached by the sun and tide Conditioned, tumble-dried Is this us today?
Through the many-coloured lanes Of a cold November noon Where just one pier remains They say the snow is coming soon Amidst the postcards of despair From this double-dip decade There is something in the air Of Pavilion Parade Home-made posters on the walls So many smiling faces Texts of solidarity and calls From so many far-off places Police may batter down the door Liberals throw their promises away But in here there’s so much more Pavilion Parade You who gamble with the age You who cannot keep your word You may strut your hour upon the stage But soon you’ll be heard no more You cut everything that grows For your bonfire of disdain But you can’t put out the hope Of Pavilion Parade
Running 03:59
And when the fever breaks When your body aches When every last mistake you see When the spirit bends When the crying ends When it all depends on me I go running out of dreams Running out of hope Running out of steam Running out of wind Running out of sail Running out of sea Running after you Running after me And when the cupboard’s bare When there’s nothing there When you’ve had your share and more I go running out of faith Running out of time Running out of space Running out of love Running out of grace Running out of truth Running after me Running after you And now the sands are running short We shiver out on breaking point With all the blankets that we brought It’s still the beach of last resort
Flakes 03:43
Montsegur 03:34
We came from a land of the sun We spoke a southern tongue And in a time of fear and oppression We searched for perfection Every now and then comes an age When the winds of change Blow away the fogs of deception To give a glimpse of perfection From the crags of Montsegur We questioned all we saw All the dreams of gold And the stories we sold Question the morals of the age Question the wars they wage Question their god who made this life a prison So far from perfection And all that we believed They called it heresy Popes and princes, priests of perdition Put an end to perfection From the crags of Montsegur We saw the men of war Through the crops and the children they came So many put to the flame We come from a land long ago Our tongue no longer known And the walls where we died for perfection A tourist attraction
In these troubled times I fid each week a little harder So my mates and I go out drinking on a Friday night A skinful of beer leaves you feeling the hunger We head on down to the market square and the Trailer of Life The Trailer of Life, the Trailer of Life Down the market square to the Trailer of Life There’s a girl we meet most weeks by the trailer She says she doesn’t go out much any other night She spends her time just reading and praying She says she feels out of place on the Trailer of Life The Trailer of Life, the Trailer of Life She feels out of place on the Trailer of Life Strange cries in the evening air We found her crumpled among the bins outside Trinity College The ambulance man said it’s one more cry of despair Too many pills in a town with too much knowledge One of these dark nights you too may find yourself falling You hope that you won’t but you know that you might If it happens to you I hope somebody hears you calling Helps you get back on the Trailer of Life The Trailer of Life, the Trailer of Life I hope you get what you need from the Trailer of Life
I would rather be wrong Than always fear the worst Sing an honest song Not a liar’s verse And if I called you Would you show me the way Through the cliff top trails To Robin Hood’s Bay Would you take from the rich What belongs to the poor? Would you share the spoils As they wash up on the shore? And would you guide the exiles Through the rocks and the waves To where the boats await On Robin Hood’s Bay And when your just deserts End up on someone else’s tray And when everything hurts Would you walk out through the spray? Watch your last defences just wash away Evening comes And in comes the tide Eating away At the mountain side Wash away the heartache, wash away the doubt Wash away the day Wash away the light The light that shines on Robin Hood’s Bay
This house 03:05
This house is getting tired and old The floorboards creek when you take your night time stroll But this house stores the memories in its soul This house gives you shelter from the summer rain This house keeps you warm when winter comes again This house is our house This house is small and tucked away There ain’t much room for friends when they come to stay But this house makes them welcome anyway This house takes the tiredness, soothes it all away This house takes the sadness, so you can smile again This house is our house Even though the rooms are small And it’s hard to hang things on the wall I just love the fading beauty of it all This house takes tomorrow so you live for today This house takes the random heartaches away This house is our house
Here I am on my own again Singing songs in a basement bar All the songs that I wrote for you On my broken-necked guitar Hear the beat as my body clock ticks One more year of party tricks I thought I’d make 26 with you Blame it on this northern rain Blame it on this cross-country train All of the things that you can’t explain Blame it on my walking shoes Blame it on these milltown blues But don’t blame it on Belper Don’t you blame it on Belper Please don’t blame it on Belper Or blame it on me I go from town to town Cotton towns and woollen towns Millstone dreams can tie you down Or they can set you free I think I misunderstood I thought I knew where I stood I thought you were here for good with me
There are times of passion and release When the tide of love just blows me away There are times of quietness and peace When no words I have to say No greater love than this No greater love than this No man can know no greater love than this There are times I’ve hurt you I know When all the wrong words I have chosen There are times between the sunshine and the snow When everything seems frozen Dinner in Florence Breakfast in Paris Lunch in London Back home for tea Build a life on second chances Present, past and future tenses And no pretence for me No greater love than this No greater love than this No man can know no greater love than this


Pavilion Parade is John Meed's fourth album, and features collaborations with producers Miguel Moreno, Rhys Wilson and Tom Gaskell, as well as an array of Cambridge musicians.


released October 15, 2011


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