The Mekons:
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Chivalry 04:03 Trouble Down South 04:15 Hard To Be Human Again 03:59 Darknes And Doubt 05:14 Psycho Cupid 02:52 (Dancebird On The Edge Of Time) Flitcraft 03:23 Country 02:54 Abernant 1984/85 02:21 Last Dance 03:12 Lost Highway 03:02 plus: (A Dancing Master Such As) Mr. Confess 06:02 Beaten And Broken 02:55 Chop That Child In Half 03:23 Hey! Susan 02:37 Garage D'Or 01:48 Slightly South Of The Border 03:42 Coal Hole 02:37 $1.000 Wedding 04:04 Rescue Mission 03:00
LOST HIGHWAY Side Two of Fear and Whiskey was recorded and mixed one fine spring day in 1985. The line-up on all tracks (Left to Right) Ken Lite: Guitar, Lu Edmonds: Bass, Dick Taylor: Lead Guitar, Susie Honeyman: Fiddle, Gnasher: himself, Jonny Boy: Vocals, Harp,Guitar, Tommy Greene: Vocals/Guitar, Steve ,Little Willy' Goulding: Drums. Just outside the frame are John Gill: Renegade Marxist Analysis and Jim Chap-man: Logistics.
You'll all have known the feeling that sometimes makes you sad... lying all day all night only knowing the fee) of 5km or sheets never opening the shutters to the sunlight. The bottle and the glass lie empty... a small stain has spread across the carpet and you know outside (5 darkness again... and then you hear a sound above the growl of cars crawling through the steaming ram: in a bar down the street a band begins to play... the sort of music that drags you from your sweat soaked bed and makes you want to put your clothes on and maybe take ,em off again a bit later... Sensational... But not so fast meatball... A drinker (5 full of dreams... dreams so full of drink they can't stand up... trembl-ing you untwine your naked body from the sheets as another dying days light fades into neon... these days hang as thick as the sodden nights... avoiding the crushing gaze of the mirror your hands slack with shame you shake the shards of glass from the underdothes rubbing numbly at the stains trying to pull nothing together... from the night beyond the drawn shades a drum roll, a dis-tant chord chiming like a death knell; your blood moves - only the music can speak for a soul in such depths. Winter comes to Chicago cutting through the love-knots like the judgement of Solomon. Outside the red wind sears the jangling night: reeling through the neon haze you stumble across the street-automobiles blare, in the dazzle of their lights your shaking fingers find the door... down the stairs through the spinning dark, the heat slams against your crushed dothes, your pulse pounding, you fight through the brawl at the bar to the deep back corner of the room... a hillbilly orchestra of eight pieces dres-sed in ill-fitting mexican jackets and purple shirts smiles glassily into the fog of cigarette smoke - your spine is an electric arc as the music roars around your aching head and floods into your heart...