Tilt

by Latin Quarter

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about

Latin Quarter first burst onto the scene with their singles "Radio Africa" and "New Millionaires" – songs that stayed for months in the German single charts in the 80s, with the album "Modern Times" selling more than 300.000 copies worldwide. The band then went on to make 5 more albums before splitting up in 1998.

However, in 2011 five of the original musicians got together again. Unlike other bands they didn’t rely on previous fame but released an album with new songs, reflecting private and political life today. „Ocean Head“ was released in 2012 in Germany only, but the follow up album „Tilt“ is scheduled for the release in GSA in March 2014 and in the UK in May 2014.

In 2010 it was already obvious that the band would be reformed. Singer and Songwriter Steve Skaith had released an album with his own project “Steve Skaith Band”, where he presented former hits of the band Latin Quarter in a semi-acoustic version. It was an intimate album, the compositions stripped down to their melodic basis. Steve Skaith, member of a human rights organization and fan of Phil Ochs (idol of Bob Dylan and Eddie Vedder as well), set the focus on what has been a trade mark of Latin Quarter: political and timeless lyrics of lyricist Mike Jones, dealing with political and personal crisis and grievance. And of course, love.

This album gained a lot of response and respect and led to the reunification of the band Latin Quarter. The revived band is still composing around ingenious lyrics, full of wit and critical comments on contempoarary politics combined but with equal emphasis on melody and rhythm. Latin Quarter are celebrating their 30th anniversary with this new album, new compositions and wonderful lyrics, mostly written by Mike Jones. Special Guest on "Tilt": Chris Rea on slide guitar, Richard Wright and Ed Hogston on electric guitar.

credits

released 26 March 2014
GREG HAREWOOD - BASS
YONA DUNSFORD - VOCALS
STEVE JEFFRIES - KEYBOARDS AND BACKING VOCAL S
STEVE SKAITH - GUITAR AND VOCAL S
MARTIN DITCHAM - DRUMS AND PERCUSSION
MIKE JONES - LYRICS

Special Guests: CHRIS REA on slide guitar, RICHARD WRIGHT and ED HOGSTON on electric guitar.

ENGINEERED, PRODUCED, MIXED AND MASTERED BY STEVE JEFFRIES

ALBUM ARTWOK BY NEOMANIA DESIGN

All songs published by Westpark Music, except ‘Nico’ & ‘The Cat’ (Westpark Music | Atlantic 7)], ‘Sometime s the Big Fish’ & ‘ Take it to Miriam’ (Westpark Music | Copyright Control), ‘Once, Twice’ (Copyright Control)

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Track Name: Nico
Nico (Jeffries/Jones)

If chaos had a face it would have your endless eyes
I would never learn to swim them, never learn to fly
I would never find the way out, never learn the grid
The first time I saw them, I really should have hid.

But you looked like Nico
And I knew from the get-go
That I just couldn’t let go
Because you looked like Nico.
And I knew from the get-go
That I just couldn’t let go

The poppy is a red, a red it shares with blood
What we gather in a heartbeat, we let go in the flood
I thought that I had won her trust, I won the blues instead
This is where I stumbled, this is where I bled

But you looked like Nico
And I knew from the get-go
That I just couldn’t let go
Because you looked like Nico.
And I knew from the get-go…….

When we met why did it look like a movie
Or maybe an ad
Why were the first ten seconds
The best ten seconds we had?

But you looked like Nico
And I knew from the get-go
That I just couldn’t let go
Because you looked like Nico.
And I knew from the get-go
That I just couldn’t let go
Track Name: 50 Grams
50 Grams
(Skaith)

50 grams of cocaine found by the police
In a smart Chelsea mansion
But a prince intervenes
Suddenly prison gets changed to a caution
Well maybe that’s right, maybe that’s wrong
Still there remains this one question :
What if those grams had been found
In a terrace in Boscombe or St Paul’s or Brixton?

It still matters the side of the tracks you’re from
It still matters the side of the tracks.
It still matters the side of the tracks you’re from
It still matters the side of the tracks.

If you can kick a ball better than most
Your chance is improving
And it has to be said, my kid ain’t up chimneys
Or stitching for Nike or Puma
But 11 grand a term will buy you much more than education
The door is open wide boys
Come on in, take your place at the head of our nation.

It still matters the side of the tracks you’re from
It still matters the side of the tracks .
It still matters the side of the tracks you’re from
It still matters the side of the tracks.

Radio 4 still signs off with ‘God save the Queen.’
So we can feel safe and sound in this other Eden
And she still moves among us, shakes hands with the many and few
But keep your eyes low and don’t speak unless you are spoken to.
To some the rewards, to many the burden.

It still matters the side of the tracks you’re from
It still matters the side of the tracks .
It still matters the side of the tracks you’re from
It still matters the side of the tracks
Track Name: Sometimes the Big Fish
Sometimes the Big Fish
(Dunsford / Harewood / Jones)

Sometimes the big fish are so close in shore
I could scoop them with my hand
But then I never want to stretch that far
And so I’ m restless on dry land.
If we could talk it over.

Sometimes a cloud burst, I can’t remember
How it was before the rain
But then the tides recede and I’m left with
All this wreckage to explain.
If we could talk it over.

If you could talk to me
We’d make no sense of what I say
I talk in calendars
And live an endless day to day
If you could talk to me
We’d make no sense of what I say
I talk in years gone by
They get shorter everyday
Sometimes the big fish.

Sometimes it’s easy, I hear voices
“He lives on the second floor”.
And then the footsteps and the shadows
In the light beneath my door.
If we could talk it over.

If you could talk to me
We’d make no sense of what I say
I talk in calendars
And live an endless day to day
If you could talk to me
We’d make no sense of what I say
I talk in years gone by
They get shorter everyday

If we could talk it over
We’d chase away my routine
The cruel cycle of the days
Would all give way
To just a whisper
If we could talk it over

If you could talk to me
We’d make no sense of what I say
I talk in calendars
And live an endless day to day
If you could talk to me
We’d make no sense of what I say
I talk in years gone by
They get shorter everyday
Sometimes the big fish.
Track Name: Tilt
TILT (Skaith/Jones)

Iron snakes rise up
Out of the reinforced foundation of a house
Someone dreamed he wanted built.
I sit with you, you sit with me and softly say
‘This is no sunset, let’s relax and wait
And watch the earth tilt.’

A fingernail of moon scraped through
A sky of deepest navy blue
That covered surf and shoreline like a quilt.
You sit with me, I sit with you and say
“Go easy on the anisette,
I’m sure I just began to feel the Earth tilt

Tilt away from the sun
And draw the blood red waves towards us
Tilt back into space
And hope the shining stars reward us.

I’m breaking here or broken
But I hold that thought and your hand
And try to batten down the rising tide of guilt
I sit with you, you sit with me and say
‘Who ordered us this string quartet
Cos something changed and it wasn’t just the Earth tilt?

Tilt away from the sun
And draw the blood red waves towards us
Tilt back into space
And hope the shining stars reward us.


The floor is always moving, it doesn’t seem that way
Maybe it will be me tomorrow, if it’s you today.
Track Name: Marianne
Marianne (Skaith/Jones)

Outside a building as ugly as hunger
An ancient woman kissed the 50’s goodbye
With more than half of her life left to cling to
She clung on and she hung on but she never knew why.

Shorn of a lover, but left with a daughter
Who gave birth to Marianne and then said goodbye
Days turned to years, full of months she’d remember
As always November and never July.

So many secrets she could not confide
Just erosion with no Eros inside.
Oh Marianne, don’t fall
Cos this love she gives, cannot help disappearing
Oh Marianne, keep your balance
Oh I swear that I can hear the people cheering.

Take her to school or take her to China they said
It makes no difference when sense says goodbye
But you drew her a map, you gave her a compass
You dug her a well and it never ran dry

So many secrets she could not confide
Just erosion with no Eros inside
Oh Marianne, don’t fall
Cos this love she gives, cannot help disappearing
Oh Marianne, keep your balance
Oh I swear that I can hear the people cheering

For all the woe there is,
For all the woe there is, in a woman
For all the woe there is
It’s not enough to ever slow a single second down.

Oh Marianne, don’t fall
Track Name: The Cat
The Cat
(Jeffries / Jones)

Seems that you expected a higher kind of price
I could have loved you once at that
I could never love you twice
In and out the houses
Out and into fashion
Now it seems the cat has got your tongue
And the beast has your compassion

‘Put some love where your dreams are’
Was on the air in the empty night
Then you feel the cat come padding
Scratching at the corners of your sight

I discovered early that all your drinks were laced
And as you kept on pouring them
I saw your paintings were all defaced
Oranges and ochres
Canvasses to size
Now it seems the cat has got your tongue
And it’s making for my eyes

‘Put some love where your dreams are’
Was on the air in the empty night
Then you feel the cat come padding
Scratching at the corners of your sight

There are claws to this contract
There are terms that you can’t pronounce
There’s an alley you don’t go bowling in
There’s a shadow, all set to pounce

‘Put some love where your dreams are’
Was on the air in the empty night
Then you feel the cat come padding
Scratching at the corners of your sight
Track Name: Once, Twice
Once, Twice
(Harewood/ Dunsford)

Broken heart, wasted years
Angry thoughts, but none of them spoken
Dirty cups in an unkempt room
A break for freedom
Cannot come too soon.

Not once, not twice
Did he comfort her tears
Not once, not twice
They spoke via madam Gin and Monsieur Beer.

Ruffled sheets on an unmade bed
Last night’s sex is better left unsaid
Wilted blooms, in a dried out vase
Reflections of the no love lost between them

Not once, not twice
Did he comfort her tears
Not once, not twice
They spoke via madam Gin and Monsieur Beer.
About their broken hearts, shattered dreams
Worthless words, the memories to keep
Vapour trails cross a clear blue sky
Dissipate like their love once when new……

Not once, not twice
Did he comfort her tears
Not once, not twice
But it was insincere.
Not once, not twice
Did he comfort her tears
Not once, not twice
They spoke via madam Gin and Monsieur Beer.
About their broken hearts, shattered dreams
Worthless words,
The memories to keep
Track Name: Fireflies
Fireflies (Skaith/Jones)

So many friends in the park,
Smoke blowing over from France
I took a pipe from a hand
And somebody got up to dance
This American guy said
‘Chicago’s the place to be’.
I looked all around and I said
This place looks OK to me.

Julie changed her school uniform
For something longer in lace
There was light in her eyes
And a smile across her face
It was Prague Spring, Luther King
Ideas were everywhere
So much happening…

But it took so long to realise,
It took so long to realise
Big ideas and our bright, bright eyes
We were only fireflies
We were only fireflies.

People marched in the street
Ten thousand in a Square
All trying to stop a war
Policemen running everywhere
Beaten down for civil rights
Had to dream so loud
On a hotel balcony
A gunman waits inside a crowd

But it took so long to realise,
It took so long to realise
Big ideas and our bright, bright eyes
We were only fireflies
We were only……

But we couldn’t hold onto it
Though the scent’s still in the air
Smoke may shift or disappear
Though it’s always spring somewhere
Grosvenor, Tiananmen, Tahir Square

It took the springs to realise,
It took the springs to realise
Big ideas and our bright, bright eyes
We need a world of fireflies
Track Name: Take it to Miriam
Take it to Miriam
(Dunsford / Harewood / Jones)

You took the dog -watch, after the night of watching
We walked the grey-washed dawn, the 10th of Capricorn
And came to naming the new–born.

What did the stars say? Could this be a dog day?
We have to log the birth, should we call her Mother Earth?
For all the trouble that it’s worth.

So take it to Miriam, if you need to read the signs
Give her all your letters, she can read between the lines
So take it to Miriam, even when you don’t believe
You come in with your doubts, but you leave them when you leave
So take it to Miriam.

Don’t tell me they meant well, this is how my cards fell
Born in a state of shock, the sun and moon in hock
But they just filled my head with rock

Lived in a trailer, and traipsed the hippy trail
Those dippy bells they rung, they said ‘power to the young’
But it turned sour on the tongue.

So take it to Miriam, if you need to read the signs
Give her all your letters, she can read between the lines
So take it to Miriam, even when you don’t believe
You come in with your doubts, but you leave them when you leave
So take it to Miriam.

Can’t make the cities smell like heaven
With just a flower in your hand
Can’t pay the man at the 7/11
With pretty stars that you paint on sand
Well it’s cash in hand
Is all he’ll ever need or understand
Track Name: One Stone, the Avalanche
One Stone, the Avalanche
(Skaith / Jones)

The president of nothing, the ground beneath his feet
Digging with his bare hands
The sedimented, suffocated layer of deceit

President of nowhere, the borders closing in
Even as his dreams come true
He’s compromising, minimising the space he dreams them in.

One stone, the avalanche. What is swept away?
Who will tell of those who walked and those who crept away?
One stone, the avalanche. What is left exposed?
The ribs of a bitter memory that never, ever decomposed.

The president of chaos, he don’t know which God to trust
But getting by without one
Isn’t easy since the certainties of science bit the dust.

One stone, the avalanche. What is swept away?
And who will tell of those who walked and those who crept away?
One stone the avalanche. What is left exposed?
The ribs of a bitter memory that never, ever decomposed.

What finds life when the ice thaws?
Ideas colder than the cold wars.

The presidents of absence in a discontinued post
Finding out the hardest way
To wrestle with the unforgiving, almost living ghost

One stone, the avalanche
One stone, the avalanche
One stone, the avalanche.