This Thursday 21st October I’m playing at Berlin Scratch Night: We Beautiful Monsters at Modern Art Oxford. Curated by Neil Luck (Squib-box) and Simon Wright, it will be a night of Cabaret Voltaire-based entertainment.
Here’s a quick flash-back to my last adventure with Squib-box:
The line up on 21st October includes: Singer-songwriter Fiona Bevan, obviously, as well as…
Live film editing by Luke Williams
Feral improv from Mowgli (Federico Reuben, Adam de la Cour, Dominic Lash, Javier Carmona)
Poet Adam J Maynard
DJ Simon Wright
Drawing on a rich and diverse cultural history of Berlin, this evening of performance, music and film is part of Modern Art Oxford’s brand new series of BASEMENT GIGS.
Berlin Scratch Night: We Beautiful Monsters
Thursday 21 October, 7pm
£3, booking essential on 0185 813800
This was my encore at The Workshop under Roadtrip on Old St last week. It’s a new song, unrecorded and so far almost completely unheard by humankind.
“Kiss Chase For Cupid” is a story about the slap-dash merry-go-round chase of love.
Thanks to Jon Barker for the video!
Lyrics: Kiss Chase For Cupid
I saw him from a distance lying down
In pain or pleasure, wounded by a thorn
I stopped to help but cupid’s bow was drawn
I didn’t stand a chance - my heart was torn - - -
But this man loves another…
Cupid you don’t care if you miss the mark
Your games rearrange the tangled hearts
Change the partners in the dance
Such a kiss, but oh it’s such a mess!
Everything you touch ends up like this
You draw your bow and arrow but you miss
Your aim is careless and we’re delirious…
Cupid you’re a crazy little boy
Racing wild and chasing fickle joy
Why d’ya never stick around to see
The consequences of your foolery
My man loves another - such a mess
Everything you touch ends up like this
You draw your bow and arrow but you miss
Your aim is careless and we’re delirious
Cupid, look at what you did
We pick up the pace when you say we should
What’s the use of this pair of puckered lips
And what’s the good of cupid’s chase
Without a kiss?
He tracked me down in meadows where I lay
By silver streams and bales of golden hay
Planted kisses on my sleeping face
Before I had a chance to run away
The one who loves me knows I’m such a mess
Everything you touch ends up like this
You draw your bow and arrow but you miss
Your aim is careless and we’re delirious
For such a kiss
Such a kiss
And without a kiss
What’s all this?!
