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| SONG FOR CLAY (DISAPPEAR HERE) |
NOTES:
Inspired by the main character in 'Less Than Zero', a novel written by Bret Easton Ellis
Kele: "The parallels between the book and what I was describing came after writing most of the song. I saw how obvious a place it was to begin. The book's values say it all, an obsession with body aesthetics and a casual modification of sexuality. What was a picture of a distorted L.A. bubble has become reality..."
Song length: 4:49
Produced by Jacknife Lee
Available on: 'A Weekend In The City' album
Formerly called 'Merge On The Freeway'
First played live: Houston, TX - Warehouse Live, 09.08.06
An early demo of this track leaked onto the internet in August 2006
REMIXES
RAC Mix
Inspired by the main character in 'Less Than Zero', a novel written by Bret Easton Ellis
Kele: "The parallels between the book and what I was describing came after writing most of the song. I saw how obvious a place it was to begin. The book's values say it all, an obsession with body aesthetics and a casual modification of sexuality. What was a picture of a distorted L.A. bubble has become reality..."
Song length: 4:49
Produced by Jacknife Lee
Available on: 'A Weekend In The City' album
Formerly called 'Merge On The Freeway'
First played live: Houston, TX - Warehouse Live, 09.08.06
An early demo of this track leaked onto the internet in August 2006
REMIXES
RAC Mix
I am trying to be heroic in an age of modernity
I am trying to be heroic as all around me history sinks
So I enjoy and I devour flesh and wine and luxury
But in my heart I am lukewarm
Nothing ever really touches me
At Les Trois Garcons, we meet at precisely nine o' clock
I order the foie gras and I eat it with complete distain
Bubbles rise in champagne flutes
But when we kiss I feel nothing
Feasting on sleeping pills and Marlboro Reds
Self-pity won't save you
Oh how our parents they suffered for nothing
Live the dream like the Eighties never happened
People are afraid to merge on the freeway
Disappear here
We stroll past the queue, into the magazine launch party
I'm handed a pill and I swallow with complete distain
Kick drum pounds, off-beat hi-hats
Remember to look bored
We suck each other's faces and make sure we are noticed
The cocaine won't save you
Because East London is a vampire, it sucks the joy right out of me
How we longed for corruption in these golden years
Oh how our parents…
Disappear here
I am trying to be heroic as all around me history sinks
So I enjoy and I devour flesh and wine and luxury
But in my heart I am lukewarm
Nothing ever really touches me
At Les Trois Garcons, we meet at precisely nine o' clock
I order the foie gras and I eat it with complete distain
Bubbles rise in champagne flutes
But when we kiss I feel nothing
Feasting on sleeping pills and Marlboro Reds
Self-pity won't save you
Oh how our parents they suffered for nothing
Live the dream like the Eighties never happened
People are afraid to merge on the freeway
Disappear here
We stroll past the queue, into the magazine launch party
I'm handed a pill and I swallow with complete distain
Kick drum pounds, off-beat hi-hats
Remember to look bored
We suck each other's faces and make sure we are noticed
The cocaine won't save you
Because East London is a vampire, it sucks the joy right out of me
How we longed for corruption in these golden years
Oh how our parents…
Disappear here
