Από τα ’80s έρχεται η δροσερή νότα των Dukes Of Stratosphear, side project των XTC προσανατολισμένο στην ψυχεδέλεια των mid-late 60s. Aπαλλαγμένο ως εκ τούτου από ένα είδος επιτηδευμένου sophistication που καθιστά διαχρονικά ασταθή τη λάμψη της τραγουδοποιίας των Partridge / Moulding – για τ’ αυτιά μου τουλάχιστον. Λίαν ευπρόσδεκτη η πρόταση του stcigar και, αρχής γενομένης από αυτό, με δεδομένη την επικαιρότητα στη Μεγάλη Βρετανία, θα συνεχίσουμε με …αυστηρά βρετανικό ρεπερτόριο. 🟡 🟡 From the ’80s comes the refreshing breeze of The Dukes of Stratosphear, the XTC side project oriented towards psychedelia of the mid-to-late 60s. As a result, it is free from the…somehow pretentious sophistication that makes the brilliance of Partridge / Moulding’s songwriting feel chronically unstable — at least to my ears. stcigar’ pick is most welcome and, starting from that, given the current affairs in Great Britain, we’ll continue for a while with… strictly British repertoire.

Written by Sir John Johns (Andy Partridge) Album Psonic Psunspot Produced by John Leckie

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Careful, don’t look down the wrong end
You will see ships that fall out of the sky
Who put that nail in your eye
You make me want to cry with your…
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Everything looks smashed and broken
You will see fishes that drown in the sea
If you don’t alter your mind
I’d hate you to go blind why don’t you
Wakey Wakey Wakey
Little Sleeper
If you doze much longer
Then life turns to dreaming
Wakey Wakey Wakey
Little Sleeper
If you doze much longer
Then dreams turn to nightmares
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Everything looks topsy turvy
You will see one young girl split into two
One half who’s false one half true
You better get your glue ready
Wakey Wakey Wakey
Little Sleeper
If you doze much longer
Then life turns to dreaming
Wakey Wakey Wakey
Little Sleeper
If you doze much longer
Then dreams turn to nightmares
Wakey Wakey Wakey
Little Sleeper
If you doze much longer
Then life turns to dreaming
Wakey Wakey Wakey
Little Sleeper
If you doze much longer
Then dreams turn to nightmares
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Careful don’t look down the wrong end
All the world’s colours will crash into one
Monochrome living’s no fun
You’re staring down a gun with your
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