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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Wednesday, August 13, 2003
    Scouse surrealism
      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