Wednesday, August 13, 2003
Scouse surrealism
posted by John Davies at 10:51 PM
Saw myself through another's eyes
What did I see to my surprise
Nuts and bolts and rows of shops
Black Crow nights n' chimney tops
And one too many sad songs In The Coral's new album, some fine examples of Scouse surrealism. In a long line stretching from way before I am the Walrus, The Coral have got it good, this messin' about with words thing we love so much here, this stretching of images, scrunching them up and reopening them like crazy origami.
Why do Scousers like playing with words so much? Dunno; maybe being port folk, formed through the ebb and flow of people, used to hearing different languages, taking on the inflections and emphases of a million passers-by, returning from far reaches dazzled and inspired by the world's stories. Or maybe it's the chemical air we breathe that causes it... Whatever - there's beauty here:Jewels and pearls
And all the wonders of the world
Mean nothing until I return
In time for tea
Sat on my settee
Lost in my memories
You still make me believe
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john davies
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