I’m in Deptford
Its still pure scenario
The tide’s gone out in the creek
And the paste diamonds
Are glinting on his cheeks -
Look!
Her tearful fearful crocodile
Is feigning sleep!
O! He’d sashay for you, My Sweet!
And the half moon’s sinking
Thinking about the full moon’s capers
And the Tenants’ Associations capers -
What once passed for
And what was once
O! So dearly longed for:
Love -
That shell
When you put it to your ear
It knells -
I’m in Deptford
Within earshot
Of all our own
Private hells…
I first heard Blurt on their side of the double album A Factory Quartet in 1981. They seemed to be evidence of the creative possibilities that were quite rightly the result of the implosion/explosion that had begun in 1976. Neil Procter
Love this album! Demented jazz meets experimental electronica. (Found it whie researching what I'd missed of Graham Lewis's output over the last decade while I wasn't paying attention, what with being an old fart and all that. :) Jim Jarmo