Trailer Star comes back from the dead to deliver a E.P. of stunning strangeness…part David Olney, Guy Clark songsmithery, \u00a0part new wave, part plain weird death blues like chucking Dock Boggs down a well with a bunch of cats….is this guy serious???<\/p>\n
Recorded direct to minidisc on\u00a010th January 2005 in Nottingham<\/span><\/p>\n LYRICS<\/strong><\/p>\n CRAB APPLE BLUE<\/p>\n I wish that you loved me as much as I loved you I’ve got the crab apple blues since I met you<\/p>\n I wish that you loved me half as much as I loved you You give me nothing, nothing to grip upon If I was a carpenter I’d build myself a box RAIN COMING IN<\/p>\n well I’ve been thinking about you all night long yeah it’s dark here dark here and the rain’s coming in yeah it’s dark here dark here and the rain’s coming in yeah it’s dark here dark and the rain’s coming in miles ‘n’ miles before I sleep and the rain catches me<\/p>\n THE PHOTOGRAPHER’S WIFE<\/p>\n It happened in a second He used to wear a dog collar The Photographer’s Wife<\/p>\n They’re still fighting twenty years later The Photographer’s Wife<\/p>\n 2-3-4, 2-3-4 WHIPPOORWILL HOTEL<\/p>\n Sitting on a fence watching the clouds When you expect rain DREDGING THE SERPENTINE<\/p>\n It’s so quiet on The Serpentine The Nanny sits on the bench And out in the Atlantic And the liner falls through the blue sky THREAT OF RAIN<\/p>\n Standing looking out on my garden I watched my father die We’re all living with the threat of rain Finally added this E.P. from 2005 to bandcamp – listen there or here [bandcamp width=350 height=470 album=960435333 size=large bgcol=ffffff linkcol=0687f5 tracklist=false] TSR002 TRAILER STAR: THE THREAT OF RAIN E.P. Trailer Star comes back from the dead to deliver a E.P. of stunning strangeness…part David Olney, Guy Clark songsmithery, \u00a0part new wave, part plain weird death… Continue reading Threat of Rain added to bandcamp<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,21,22],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-742","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-cd","category-trailer-star","category-trailerstar-records","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/trailerstar.co.uk\/tstar\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/742","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/trailerstar.co.uk\/tstar\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/trailerstar.co.uk\/tstar\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/trailerstar.co.uk\/tstar\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/trailerstar.co.uk\/tstar\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=742"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/trailerstar.co.uk\/tstar\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/742\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":785,"href":"https:\/\/trailerstar.co.uk\/tstar\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/742\/revisions\/785"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/trailerstar.co.uk\/tstar\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=742"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/trailerstar.co.uk\/tstar\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=742"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/trailerstar.co.uk\/tstar\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=742"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}![\"threatfull\"](\"https:\/\/trailerstar.co.uk\/tstar\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/08\/threatfull-1024x504.jpg\")
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\nEvery time you appear baby I scuttle out of view
\nNow my heart is just like a crab<\/p>\n
\nThen I’d feel so much better than I know I do
\nI’ve got a heart that’s broken and scuttling out of view
\nOh my heart is blue, crab apple blue<\/p>\n
\nI’m lost on the shore like a crab in a storm
\nOh I’ve got crab apple blue, I’m lost, crab apple blue
\nHow I wish you loved me half as much as I loved you
\nEvery time you appear I disappear from view
\nCrab apple blue
\nHow I wish you loved me half as much as I loved you<\/p>\n
\nPut it the post then I’d always be lost
\nCrab apple blue<\/p>\n
\nI’ll be thinking about you until the dawn
\nI sure hope the weather is better there than here
\ncos it’s dark now and the rain is a coming in<\/p>\n
\nsomewhere on the road in some cold hotel
\nI lost the warmth of your arms cold sheets I felt
\ntexas summers are too hot but these snows are cold
\nall the way from Corpus Christi Bay I’ve been alone<\/p>\n
\nbright sun shining. clear blue skies
\ni can see for miles and miles
\nbut now the dark it pours across these flatlands
\nthe darkness I tried so hard to push away with these hands
\nyeah it’s dark here dark here and the rain’s coming in
\nit’s just a feeling I can’t shake from my soul
\nno lord I’ll keep on trying, keep a moving down this road
\ncos it’s dark now and the rain’s coming in<\/p>\n
\ngotta get movin. gotta get moving, gotta get out of here<\/p>\n
\nIt flashed like a dog tag in her eye
\nThere were splinters of glass all over the place
\nIt was Leeds England ’79
\nAnd he was wired and she could see it deep in his eyes
\nright there and then the revolution turned sour<\/p>\n
\nFollowed The Clash around
\nDrove an old Morris Minor
\nFrom Brighton to Oxford Town
\nYeah it was a riot of his own
\nand then the revolution turned sour
\nShe’s been crying in the kitchen
\nCrying for hours<\/p>\n
\nand she’s still crying in the kitchen
\nHe said she walked into the glass
\nAs her blood dripped through his fingers
\nAfter he smashed her with his fist
\nHe listened to Sandanista
\nAnd he blew smoke rings at the ceiling
\nShe’s still cleaning
\nShe’s still crying<\/p>\n
\nShe married an English punk rocker
\nin the summer of ’79<\/p>\n
\nWandering what the my life is about
\nThe last three months I’ve been expecting rain
\nThe creek’s run dry the dirt’s cracked again
\nWhen you expect rain
\nAll you get is sun
\nWhen you need water
\nThere’s nowhere to run
\nFrom Whippoorwill Hotel
\nWell I didn’t cheat and sir I didn’t lie
\nBut still she left when the the clock-tower chimed
\nDisappeared in smoke down a dusty railroad line
\nAs the cornfields shimmered in the summertime<\/p>\n
\nAll you get is sun
\nWhen you need water
\nThere’s nowhere to run
\nFrom Whippoorwill Hotel
\nWell that was 10 summers past and I’m still here
\nClinging to a memory and a pint of beer
\nSeems like nothing but dry days is my fate
\nI’m waiting for a cloudburst to wash me away
\nWhen you expect rain
\nAll you get is sun
\nWhen you need water
\nThere’s nowhere to run
\nFrom Whippoorwill Hotel<\/p>\n
\nNannies pushing carriages
\nlittle boys running behind
\nAnd out on the cold Atlantic
\nThe Lusitania’s still on time.<\/p>\n
\nLittle boy runs to the waters edge
\nHe’s got a model liner in his hand
\nHe lets it go it sails out west<\/p>\n
\nThe Lusitania’s still on time
\nJohn Thompson’s got two little kids
\nToday he’s working a extra shift
\nDredging the Serpentine
\nHis bucket empties against the sky<\/p>\n
\nAnd the liner falls through the blue sky
\nAnd somewhere off Ireland
\nSomewhere in the cold Atlantic swell
\nThe Lusitania is still on time
\nThe Lusitania is still on time
\nThe Lusitania is still on time
\nHe picks it from the mud
\nHe washes it under a tap
\nAnd its hull starts to shine
\nJust like it was always on time
\nOut on the Atlantic
\nIn the deep cold swell
\nThe Lusitania has been blown to hell
\nThe Lusitania has been blown to hell
\nThe Lusitania has been blown to hell
\nSo quiet on the Serpentine
\nNannies pushing carriages
\nLittle boys running behind
\nAnd out on the Atlantic
\nThe Lusitania’s on time
\nAnd his parents are still alive…<\/p>\n
\neverything seems OK
\nHasn’t been a storm for three months
\nFields are needing rain
\nWhere was it we were going
\nWhen the black clouds turned grey
\nSeems like the whole world
\nIs living with the threat of rain<\/p>\n
\nIt wasn’t a pretty sight
\nI spent the last five years
\nliving with the threat of rain
\nI see the clouds coming in
\nI wonder about my death
\nWonder about the threat of rain
\nThe threat of rain will it take my friends away<\/p>\n
\noh lord the threat of rain
\nI go down on my knees and pray
\nWith the threat of rain
\nRelieve me from the threat of rain
\nRelieve me from the threat of rain<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"