When we build too high our walls we keep out our friends as well as our foe. Then we are truly in no mans land and without a home. The hardest wars are the ones we fight at home with our own. We love everything and more likely nothing at all. Click click click cry-laughing insistence. Emojis insist that we laugh the hardest of all. We protest that our lives are stark bright, cheer to hold back the darkness. We are met with so much duplicity and falsehood. Usually the best words we can find to explain a song are the ones we chose for it or we might have picked another in the first place. " I don't know precisely which day coloured me other". My hope abutting the hopelessness of the next. How my forward is not heading in the same direction as another's. I tell you what I see and what it brought to mind. This is a stream of consciousness from a day of the same name. Possibly the most personal of lyrics here so I am not going to deconstruct it. A gun makes a bear of a small man it seems. More babies shooting people dead than terrorists. With all the ways we are losing compassion for one another, human rights, human liberty, the right to bear arms in some quarters is sacrosanct and everyone claiming God is on their side. It holds hands and calls time on silence, stillness, fear. It celebrates solidarity when it comes to individualism. This song celebrates a place where a person can be who they were meant to be. In Brighton, diversity is standard so that a lack of it elsewhere seems unsightly. I find it hard to remember the 'she' before the silence so I remember her 'u'. When we were losing her and she had few words left, it was grammar that was rewarded with them, grammar that she still could remember. I am unable to spell or to punctuate reliably and this was a disappointment. These two things were her dominion and she made no error in the order of either. My mother was in control of us and of the English language. She wants a different narrative or none at all. In this song 'she' slumps at the predictability, the lip service that marks her as vulnerable or susceptible, vainglorious. Older women might find the language of love tiresome. When something returns as it might, it finds us altered. We wait but we can't make the time still and we can't stop time from changing us. We set boundaries for our patience and then we stretch them depending on how much we want a positive outcome. The first song Guy and I wrote together since the minutes. Treading her own path as always then, yet still delivering, Moyet shows no sign of losing the star dust that made her an international star in the first place. Her daughter pops up to provide backing vocals on 'The English U', and she's inventive enough to drop in an ambient, spoken-word poem in 'April 10th'. Her electronic pop remains as fresh and incisive as ever though, with nods to her rock&roll roots and love of film soundtracks. The invisibility of middle/aged woman rather thrills me and instead I watch.” Observation in most cases replaces emotion. As she herself explains: “For me, making a record at this age, lyrically, is a different proposition. The relentless explorer that is Alison Moyet is back with a new album that explores ageing, diversity, the internet, and love.
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