Our thick atmosphere diminishes
And God knows what is there
A point of exclamation marks that sky
In ringing orange
Like a stellar carrot
Its round period displaced in greens
Suspends beside it a first point
The starting point of evil
Against the new moon's curve
And know I gave reason
The time to believe
It's all in my head
The sun that I see
Is just an illusion
And I live close to the edge
This sun, sun is high
Sang a tune, sang a tune, sang a tune
Everybody talks to you
Everybody talks to you
Turning like it ought to
Turning like a wise will
Saying like it hasn't
Soul see, soul set
Soul see, soul set
Called in nirvana
Time and again
Alone that I work
Take this and more
And time in together
And why are you close to the edge
The wilder world is a trap
I see just to add you to that
For he was the sun
The comet rushing along
And she, new to that
Turned her back
Everybody talks to you
Turning like it ought to
Taking it away
(Sample)
Soul see, soul set
Soul see, soul set
Soul see, soul set
Soul see, soul set
(Sample)
We get the picture : early autumn, sunny, a restaurant terrace and a place, tourists, and we spend the morning meditating or almost, looking for a guide with eyes open so he can come and drink some Darjeeling. Yes, a leading guide to meditation and to whom we are used to. In the background, some Burt Bacharach music, some poem by Sylvia Plath, then the English composers/musicians duo gets into action. We kindly slip into dulcet and tender Jeff Buckley-esque tones and irrepressible regret : taking a rise above without any suspicious cigarettes.
Over there, unrecognisable amond the tourists on the place, drowned in the crowd but to put in the foreground of the song, there is a handsome boy (pleasantly as a young Bono lookalike) who wears glasses so he does not get attention and holds a camera in hand : here appears singer/lyricist Martin Barnard whom I like much. His name is undissociable from the heart, either the organ or sentimental life. What if he was the guide we are looking for to lead us to meditation? Writer of beautiful pieces in this album, he remains on top to seduce thanks to his hypnotic voice, particularly by decently slipping into "smooth crooner" shoes during each pre-chorus. Irresistible with his poetic lyrics, no artificial dash, they work as lighthouses, romantic and truthful.
The sunny pop song samples Ronnie Carroll's A House Is Not A Home, the well-balanced arrangements use a lot of charms as they do on Alpha's bona fide signature song "Sometime Later", the rhythm is heavy, but Sir Martin's lyrics appear as somewhat disturbing and leave us apprehensive, unlike other songs from the album. This song should be about 3 beginners, lost and distraught by paparazzi. Good choice, all that is our shy and introvert side that we recognize easily and that Alpha and Martin come to tickle. We just would like to have one more sip of tea on the terrace, to take the notebook in our bag and to write a poem while watching one of the tourists on the place, waiting for the wind to blow in our favour : misters Jenks, Dingley and Barnard, you have mesmerised me.