In reviewing Linda Hoyle’s latest
album The Fetch earlier today, on a
first listen – I like the spontaneity and honesty of that – I know I make ‘mistakes’
in describing, mainly peripherals like mis-naming an instrument and similar,
but especially when commenting on lyrics that I haven’t fully absorbed or
simply misheard, or just totally misunderstood. But that’s fine because that is
the honesty of it all.
This isn’t by way of admitting
error and offering correction. I have, however, since writing my review found
Hoyle’s website, still being constructed I think, and recommend it here. The
lyrics page is interesting, and I quote in full Maida Vale below because it is
complex to follow simply on a listen, and I think it is a wonderful narrative.
There are commentaries on some of the lyrics, with others to follow I suspect. Check
out the prose pieces too which provide snippets of detail about her past.
Maida Vale
These are things on the edge of my time
Edge of my time
Mist on the old canal
Basements in grey and dark lime
Edge of my time
Mist on the old canal
Basements in grey and dark lime
Red and blue on the slow Bakerloo
Dressed in a khaki coat
Worried, a month overdue
Dressed in a khaki coat
Worried, a month overdue
These are things slipping out of my range
Out of my range
Friends in a crowded flat
Some close and some now estranged
Out of my range
Friends in a crowded flat
Some close and some now estranged
Dustman’s strikes and hard long winter nights
District and Circle Line
Ridden in Vanishing light
District and Circle Line
Ridden in Vanishing light
Smoke filled pubs and smoke filled mind
Music contracts swiftly signed
Music contracts swiftly signed
The BBC in black and white
Tobacco smoke and Dunhill light
The slow revolving two track tape
The strict red light of no escape
No escape
Tobacco smoke and Dunhill light
The slow revolving two track tape
The strict red light of no escape
No escape
These are things I should try to forget
Try to forget
Chances behind a door
Kisses I can't yet regret
Try to forget
Chances behind a door
Kisses I can't yet regret
Indiscreet, insecure incomplete
Oddbins and flooded streets
Tangled in blue double sheets.
Oddbins and flooded streets
Tangled in blue double sheets.
These are signs that might slowly derail
Slowly derail
Shepherds Bush, Stamford Brook,
Paddington and Maida Vale
Slowly derail
Shepherds Bush, Stamford Brook,
Paddington and Maida Vale
Mind the gap, closely study the map
Queen of the underground
Stop me from looking far back
Queen of the underground
Stop me from looking far back
Psychic strife and psychic crime
The heart I lost was yours and mine
The heart I lost was yours and mine
At Maida Vale announcer’s style
Their old school tie and yellow smile
So take it once, as good as live
The sound quite dead in Studio Five
Their old school tie and yellow smile
So take it once, as good as live
The sound quite dead in Studio Five
Studio Five
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