Afters Sleeve note "Some of you may have heard most of this before, so we've slung in the live
bits as an incentive. Others of you may never have heard any of it at all, in
which case - Hello. Still others of you out there may be unfortunate enough to
live in countries where English is not spoken, and my advice to you is to stop
trying to work out these sleeve notes and hand over the cash. The idea for
this L.P. came from Simon Draper and Al Clark at Virgin Records and we were all
pleased they thought of it. I think the music's really good still and I hope
you agree!
Regards from Dave Stewart Dec 1979"
Sleeve note assisted by: Hatfield & the
North
17th April 1975
"Dear Sirs,
I listened to Hatfield and the
North at Rainbow. They were very wonderful and they made my heart a prisoner.
Yours faithfully,
Misako Horike"
[Hatfield
& the North and The Rotters' Club,both sides of
the Hatfields' 1974 single, one track from the live album 'Over the Rainbow'
(the only Hatfield & the North track on that album!), and 2 previously
unreleased live instrumental tracks.
Released: 1980
Label: Virgin
Cat. No. VR5
Re-mastering and re-cutting: Chris Blake at the Townhouse
and Utopia Studios
The parts of Hatfield and the North were played by:
Amanda Parsons
Ann
Rosenthal
(Backing vocals on Fitter Stoke Has A Bath,
Mumps, Prenut and Your Majesty is like a Cream Donut
(Loud))
Saxes on Your Majesty is like a Cream
Donut (Loud))
Tracklist
Side One
(Sinclair/Pyle) (3.14)
You'll want to slip me in your kitchen, How'd you like to mother me ?
And I'll be tasty, Mr. Pastry, wouldn't that be lovely ?
My mother once
told me to eat what you are given -
Don't worry mum, I've realised what fun
that could be
It makes a real man of me now
Think you'll agree . . .
I've got more calories than brown bread in me now
No-one can tell.
[Repeat Verse 1]
So don't be scared by the thought of putting on three extra stone
Disregard all dieting information, it's best to leave well alone
You're
better off fully grown.
BING BILLY BONG, SILLY SONG GOING WRONG
DING DONG DING, DONG DING DONG,
PING PONG PING, MY HEAD'S GONE
BONG BILLY BANG, DESPERATE DAN, FRYING PAN
PING PONG PING, PONG PING
PANG, MICHAEL MILES, BOGEY MAN
I have minded my V's and U's
Tried to prevent them being badly used
And if I tread upon the C
I tend to sink beneath the surface gracefully
As for the task of keeping O's and K's apart
You'd be right to suppose
that this is quite an art
I've trod with caution round the J's and Z's
I remain a man of letters to the end
Balancing syllables upon my knees
I've flown through the air with the greatest of E's
I did what you told
me to
Now I only have I's for U
There's no way of understanding what's been going on, I lost track yesterday
But now I've found out that it's generosity that turns me on so let's keep
it that way.
Help yourself to me, I'll help myself to you and all your
friends - we can spread it around
So if you can spare it then come on and
share it, let's get on with it 'cos we're wasting our time.
Please do not take it seriously, really, what a joke
The only thing that
matters is to share it.
Crass displays of acute embarrassment would make you
cringe, spend your money elsewhere
I won't trouble you with all that cheap
philosophy, it's better still to watch that on T.V.
Most especially adverts
of some slinky hairspray, when the plastic actresses take off their clothes
Just to demonstrate all their curves and cleavages and subtleties, quite
forgetting their hair
Please do not take it seriously, really, what a joke
The only thing to
do is grin and bear it
Mirthless merriment, sickly sentiment so commonplace it would bore you to
tears
Give me non-stop laughter, dispel disaster, or the Rotters' Club
might well lop off your ears
Laughing and drinking, dancing
Grooving, stoned again
Falling over
singing
Hoping that you'll SHARE IT
('This paean of promiscuity must never see the light of day'
MARY
WHITEHOUSE)
If you feel like singing, sing it, if you just could, then we just would
Feel what the other's feeling, even though we're far apart
Thanks for the colours you gave me, with them I can make a new start
Plan a new part for the future, a new resolution
To gather my thoughts,
follow my heart
But here I am, halfway 'tween Heaven and Earth, gently
drifting
Caught in my dreams, supported by schemes that we wrote together
Wondering whether the words that were missing didn't belong or might have
been wrong
But as long as we can, we'll follow moonbeams from afar
Touch the moon and chase the stars
Catch the sun and let it go, find a
way of saying so
Happy with you when we're halfway 'tween Heaven and Earth
we remain
It's not like England, Holland or Spain
What on Earth or what in Heaven's name is happening to me?
With you I
want to be,
I'll never leave you.
[Repeat Verse 1]
Halfway 'tween Heaven and Earth, being with you's harmony
Sing a new
song for the future, although it's absurd
Just how it occurs without any
words
Goes ding dong ding diddle-a doo dah doop drool dribble etc.
It was a fine morning and the sun streamed through the windows of the hotel
Hatfield were sleeping late that day. They'd worn themselves out the night before playing for all the fans who'd danced, raved, and screamed the night away. Richard, as usual, was first out of bed. He began to perform a complicated series of exercises designed for the Royal Afghanistani Air Force. This kept him trim and supple, ready to boogie at a moment's notice. Suddenly, a muffled groan came from Dave, buried deep beneath the sheets - "Hey, cut that row out - us three guys are trying to get a spot of shuteye!"
Rick's face showed his disappointment. Dave saw how deeply hurt he was.
Why hadn't he realised how much those exercises meant to him? He knew how
Richard always longed to keep slim and in trim - it was the shape the fans
really went for and, after all, it was the fans who'd made them what they
were!!
"Sorry, Rikki," Dave muttered, "Guess you were right all along."
And you know what? Soon there were four guys waking up the whole hotel, panting and puffing as they kept Hatfield in that superslim shape that goes with the glitter. (Don't you wish you'd been out there on the patio of that de-luxe Spanish resort hotel to take a quick look at Richard & Co?) And when they went down to breakfast, Dave could tell that he'd made Richie feel really warm inside . . . and that made him feel really warm inside too.
Sleeve note
HATFIELD AND THE NORTH would like to have thanked . . .
BEDE & THE NORMANS and BRITISH RAIL CAR FERRIES for amusing altercations TONY WIGENS clipboard and air of authority JACK BALCHIN for his attitude toward the London Chamber of Commerce H.M. CUSTOMS OFFICIALS hours of fun poking about in rectums ALF GASCOINE shouting SHARE IT at snogging couples ALICE PYLE for thinking of 'Fitter Stoke Has A Bath' (and Washes his Hair) THE GHOSTS AT THE MANOR for scaring the shit out of us LAURIE LEWIS sleeves and good pix BENJ LEFEVRE flower arranging MIKE PATTO the name WORTAX sound enhancement BOB HOPE 'Hey! These guys must be on some kind of dope!!' (etc.) AL CLARK dogged perseverance with his 'assisted shower' THE BLUE BOAR (If it does that to the plate, think what it'll do to the wall of your stomach) THE ENTIRE NATION OF FRANCE and so on . . .
Sleeve note Transcription and
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