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| CD - EP |
An American dream |
2001 |
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A promotional 3-song CD taken from the album Landing.
In the old days of vinyl, EPs (extended play records with 3 or 4 tracks) were often released as an alternative to a single, sometimes even before a band had released an album. The EP-CD has recently made a comeback.
It's interesting that Hugh chose the track An American dream as the single. A very powerful song, it must have been going down well with fans, friends and audiences in western Europe. But listening to the Landing album in distant Berlin, it seemed to us that sometime, never, maybe was the strongest contender as a single hit. Different strokes for different folks, I guess.
For further info, credits, and lyrics for the album itself, see the Landing page.
Text in this rather fetching blue-green by Hugh.
Special thanks to Pip for the catering,
M & N for the solo sessions,
everyone at Kraushaar Guitars for unfailing support
and lots of coffee,
Luc at Universal Music and Jan at Culture.
The landing crew was:
Yannick Le Roux - drums & percussion
Winfried Winkler - bass
Jackfruit - recording, engineering & occasional keyboards
Mastered by Alan Ward at Electric City, Brussels
Cover photo by Pip, studio shots by PhilBY.
Graphic design by PhilBY.
All songs published by Universal Music Publishing.
A Jackfruit Production for Culture Records, Benelux |
CD front cover |
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CD back cover |
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| An American dream |
lyrics and notes |
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More info about this CD at the top of this page.
Text in this rather fetching blue-green is by Hugh. |
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| An American dream |
An American dream |
track 1 |
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Written 1998, recorded at the Tone Zone, July 1999.
I've always been a Beachboys fan, so it's no accident
that the hero of this song is caught using Help me, Rhonda
as a non-therapeutic strategy for acute nostalgia.
An American girl came to stay, took a look at your life, ran away.
Couldn't cut it in the cold and the grey
and she thought you had a job anyway,
your American dream.
When you met her in the fall, in monterey,
it was love at first sigh, the movie way.
And you thought it would last, it all seemed OK.
Took a photo for your friends, wondered what they'd say
to your American dream.
We've all got our heartaches, heartaches,
shall I tell you mine?
Now you're staring at the wall, while the Beachboys play,
trying not to forget that fateful day
when an American girl came to stay,
took a look at your life, ran away,
your American dream. |
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| An American dream |
I'll remember you |
track 2 |
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Written 1997, recorded at the Tone Zone, July 1999.
The idea of remembering things in the tomb is the sort
of theological liberty songwriters are allowed to take.
At 2:05, this was considered too short to be the single.
The world we know goes by so fast,
there's very little built to last.
No wonder I prefer the past.
I remember you.
This is the age of interaction.
To me it offers no attraction.
My life has only one distraction.
I remember you.
I remember you, deep within the sunlit glen.
When I remember you, you're lying in my arms again.
Even though I feel forsaken,
even though my world is shaken,
even though my heart is breaking,
I remember you.
I remember you, deep within the neon room.
I'll remember you even when I'm in my tomb.
Someday when I'm out of fashion,
someday when I'm out of passion,
when they put the sack and ash on,
I'll remember you. |
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| An American dream |
I lay with love |
track 3 |
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Written 1997, recorded at the Tone Zone, October 2000.
A rather celtic lovesong, which either does or doesn't cry out
for a violin, depending on how much you like violins.
Jackfruit said I'd need a day to tune mine, so we let it be.
I lay with love one morning, just as the day was dawning.
We whispered, sweet and tender, the words of love when new.
But now my heart is broken by every thought unspoken.
Her love was but a token, a trick of light, untrue.
I lay with love one evening. My heart it was a-grieving.
For she was cold as moonlight, though fairer far than you.
But you are warm and giving, compassionate, forgiving.
You raise me to the living and all my faith renew.
I lay with love one morning, just as the day was dawning.
We whispered sweet and tender, our love was fresh as dew.
But now my heart is broken by every thought unspoken.
I would I had awoken with you. |
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| Hugh Featherstone plays Kraushaar Guitars |
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