"Faded Flowers" as written by David Allen, Martyn Barker, Carl Marsh and Barry William Andrews....
This is the sound of poisons
The sickness no one knows
No one is crying for us this time
Our shapes are blurring under miracles of snow
Weave a circle round him three times
You have to plan your moves at these times
Our hearts are breaking
One more song to go

These eyes are blind
This is a pure thing
These hands I kiss
Tragic as anything
These eyes are blind
This is a pure thing
All splash and hiss
Beyond my measuring

Only the anacrucis
The main event remains
Shameful and naked, out there in the
Great cold outdoors
We have to do these things again
Bathe in this incandescent glow
The leap to something I don't know
There is no doubt upon us when
The greasy men come back again

These eyes are blind
This is a pure thing
These hands I kiss
Tragic as anything
These eyes are blind
This is a pure thing
All splash and hiss
Beyond my measuring

These faded flowers
Precious as memory
A veil of cloud
Correct as energy
We had some good machines
But they don't work no more
I loved you once
Don't love you anymore

These eyes are blind
This is a pure thing
These hands I kiss
Tragic as anything
These eyes are blind
This is a pure thing
All splash and hiss
Beyond my measuring

These faded flowers
Precious as memory
A veil of cloud
Correct as energy
We had some good machines
But they don't work no more
I loved you once
Don't love you anymore


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"Faded Flowers" as written by Carl Marsh Barry William Andrews

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    General CommentA touching song based upon the acceptance of the notion of impermanence and the appreciation for, and admiration of human frailty and the untinged innocence that comes with naivity.
    The Distortedon July 11, 2007   Link
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    General CommentEverything, and everyone, is ephemeral. We are to the gods as flies to wanton boys; a tiny speck in the interminable progress of history. Only Shriekback could make this sound so beautiful; this is perhaps one of the most touching and emotional songs I've ever heard; and it rivals "Tomorrow Wendy" by Concrete Blonde for sheer sadness.
    Red Octoberon October 25, 2009   Link
  • 0
    General CommentFrom a December 2015 blog post by Barry Andrews himself:

    "Well, yes, the old showstopper from Oily Gold, made for this sort of [piano-only] production of course. Or great big drums and guitars and Michael Bublé possibly: it has the camp soul of a Power Ballad but let us not dwell on that."
    kreniighon January 05, 2016   Link
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    General CommentI love Barry's description of this song as having "the camp soul of a power ballad".

    And it kind of does feel like it started as a big, cheesy power ballad written by someone who can't take them seriously, but then it gradually turned into a thing of actual ethereal beauty because Shriekback (at least up to Oil & Gold) had a hard time not doing that even when they tried not to. :)
    falcotronon May 30, 2016   Link

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