The Dark Side Of The Drain

by The Drain On The Balcony

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about

This is the second album by The Drain On The Balcony, recorded during 2011 and 2012 at Rocker's StAR Studios in Bristol.

Unlike the first album, Drainwaves, released earlier this year, which caught up on over 30 years of Drain history, most of the songs here are new, each of the band, inspired by the creative processes involved in the making of Drainwaves, has contributed songs to this one.

The album encompasses a range of styles, from punk to soul, and from heavy metal to reggae, the band's basic instrumentation augmented by violin, flute, horns, harmonium, and of course the lush backing vocals provided by The Drainettes, with the distinctive vocals of Caitlin taking lead on a couple of songs.

Wary of alienating their hardcore fans there are also five more reworkings of songs from the first incarnation of the band, 1978 - 1982.

The album title really does sum up the content, perhaps taking its lead from the first track on the first album, Statistical Celebrity, most of the songs here have a darker edge - perhaps reflecting the bands' own increasing awareness of their own mortality, death in its many forms is never far away.

Two of the songs are tributes to very different inspirational female singers who died during the making of the album - Amy Winehouse and Poly Styrene. There are also references to burial, ghosts, suicide, terrorists, mass-murderers, nuclear deterrence, and the wholesale slaughter of twentieth century trench warfare. That's not to say that the album is depressing, somehow singing about these inner demons is cathartic, and overall we hope the album will leave the listener uplifted rather than depressed.

credits

released August 15, 2012

The Drain On The Balcony are:
Gary - Bass, Guitar, Vocals
Gordon - Guitar, Vocals
Gran - Drums, Programming, Vocals
Martin - Keyboards, Vocals

With The Drainettes:
Caitlin - Vocals on tracks 04, 05*, 08*, 09, 10, 12
Eira - Vocals on tracks 03, 04, 05, 09, 12, 14
Emma - Vocals on tracks 02, 03, 04, 05, 08, 09, 10, 12, 14

Plus guests:
John Slattery - Violin on tracks 05, 07, 09
Sas Payne - Flute on tracks 05, 13, Vocals on tracks 03, 13*
Simon Birchall - Violin on track 06
* Lead

Produced and engineered 2011 - 2012 by Rocker at StAR Studios,
Bristol, UK, on his trusty AKAI DPS24 and a Mac running Reason.

All songs written by The Drain On The Balcony.

Sleeve design by PS I Love You.

All songs ℗ and © The Drain On The Balcony 1977 - 2012

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Track Name: Looking Down From The Rooftops
Looking down from the rooftops
Watch the world go by
Sometimes people laugh
And other times they cry.

Looking down from the rooftops
Everyone is so small
Sometimes people get up
And other times they fall.

I can see you all
Through the sight of my gun
I can see you all
You’d better run..

Mothers, daughters, fathers, sons
Bang – each and every one.
Lovers, loners, self-help losers
Bang – gone, gone gone.

Looking down from the rooftops
Deadly game of I-spy
Sometimes people live
And other times they die.

Looking down from the rooftops
I can hear them all
Sometimes people hang up
And other times they call.

Simply having a ball
Telescopic fun
Is it you or is it you?
Yes, you’re the one.

Shoppers, doubters, Big Issue touters
Bang – each and every one.
Buskers, bouncers, passing strangers
Bang – gone, gone, gone.
Track Name: Toes
It's the last dance of the night
Now, he thinks that he just might
Ask the girl for a dance
(Could be the beginning) of a new romance

She says she will

As they glide across the floor
(Eyes closed, flashing lights) could he ever ask for more?
Step by step, dancing cheek to cheek
He gazed into her eyes, and she made to speak

She whispered in his ear

Stop treading on my toes

I think you're a heel, you're treading on my toes
Stop treading because - it hurts
Stop treading on - my red shoes
I think you're a heel, 'cos you're hurting my soul
Track Name: Elastic Gurl (Song For Poly Styrene)
She wore Seargent Pepper's jacket, and had braces on her teeth
She sang about her make-up and the reality beneath
In nineteen seventy-seven we had seen too many ads
And here was an alternative to slowly going mad

She was a plastic girl
In a day-glo world
She came out of nowhere
And went straight back there
I saw her on TV
She was germ-free
With her identity
She spoke for me

Her songs seemed to celebrate a consumeristic life
But Peel away the irony, and she sticks in the knife
She knew the roles expected were a servant or a whore
But she gave them the finger - Oh bondage, no more!

Nineteen seventy-seven was a very special time
If you couldn't sing and couldn't play - you just did it anyway
And the Pistols got to number one with a little help from Uncle John
And the NME wasn't full of shit - You could do it before you read about it

She was a cliche
And a poseur too
She was artificial
Just like me and you
And now she's gone
And she's not coming back
But she left her songs
In a plastic bag
Track Name: Hiding Place
I’ll be your hiding place
Come on out, and show your pretty face
Come on now, you know it’s no disgrace
I’ll be your hiding place

Come out, come out,
I’ll take good care of you.

I’ll be your hiding place
Come on out, and show your pretty face
Come on now, you know it’s no disgrace
I’ll be your hiding place

Come out, come out,
I’ll take good care of you.

And I’ll huff, , and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house down.
And I’ll huff, , and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house down.

Come on out, I’ll be your hiding place
Come on out, I’ll be your hiding place
Come on out, I’ll be your hiding place
Come on out, I’ll be your hiding place

98, 99, 100, I’m coming, ready or not, ready or not

Come on out, I’ll be your hiding place
Come on out, I’ll be your hiding place
Come on out, I’ll be your hiding place
Come on out, I’ll be your hiding place
Track Name: The Sun Goes Down
The sun goes down
I look around for you
Deep in the ground
In lost and found for you
The scars in the night sky
They weep when I cry
Where are you now?
I need to know
It’s been a thousand days
I’ve searched in so many ways
I’ve looked for you in every place
For one last glimpse of your face
You’ve gone without a trace

Gone underground
The world is lost to you
Without a sound
The earth is dust to you
From ashes to ashes
Wherever that is
Where are you now?
I need to know
Track Name: The Woman Who Walks Through Walls
The woman who walks through walls
Well she could just open doors
The person she likes to haunt
He's always expecting more

So she waits for the night to fall
For the time when the spiders crawl
From the cracks in the plasterboard
Through the dust on the flagstone floor

And her touch melts through my skin, and froths my blood like cappuccino
And her eyes dance around my brain, like drunken lovers at a disco

And in my peripheral view
Like a polaroid of my youth
She's making my coffee cool
As she stands back in my bedroom

She's the woman who writes the rules
In a scripture of cheap perfume
Now she's watching my eyelids move
Making sure that my dreams are true

And her silhouette hypnotises me, like smoke twisting in the night sky
And her whisper seeps inside me, like a frost descending on my mind

And she's watching the spit slide out
From the side of my sleeping mouth
It's the glue on my paper crown
And it's starting to loosen now

I'm the hangman who laughed too loud
It's time that she cut me down
It seems like my swinging round
Is starting to bore the crowd

And each day I search for her, like a broken sign on the roadside
And each night she finds me, like a fox caught up in the headlights

There's fish swimming round the insides of my eyes
The answerphone blinks but the voice is too quiet
There's a moth on the pillow to kiss me goodnight
There's a spark from the wall when I switch off the lights

She's a festival queen, she's a mad butterfly
She's a saxaphone solo fed back into the mics
She's a rollercoast ride, on a white knuckle sky
And I tap on the wall, just to check I'm alive

Yeah she walks through the wall, just to give me a fright
Oh I wait by the wall, I'm her waiter tonight
I'm the naked maître d' in a salmonella restaurant
Hey the dish of the day is my bones on a tin plate
Lined up and numbered, she gonna eat me tonight
She gonna stir fry me, wine on me, dine on me
She biting me
Tip up the bed, turn on the lights
I can smell the sadness of the night
I can feel the waves lapping at the corners of my mind
Pushing up driftwood colder than time
Track Name: We're So Bored
We're so bored
We're so bored
We're so bored
We're so bored

We're bored
So bored
Bored
Bored with life

We're so bored
We're bored
What is there to do
About being bored?

Boredom
We're so bored
We're so bored
We're so bored

We're still bored
Track Name: Down By The Riverside
Down by the riverside
Clubs heave, the blood flows.
Down by the riverside
Vodka shots and neon glow
Down by the riverside
Drunks pour out their woe
Down by the riverside, down by the riverside.

Down by the riverside
Sirens wail their crimson trail.
Down by the riverside
Feet walk on glass and nails
Down by the riverside
Chat-up lines doomed to fail.
Down by the riverside, down by the riverside.

But armed with my false tan
I will, will always get my man.
Armed with my false tan
I’m doing, doing the best I can.

I could never have guessed that you would come to stay
I could never believe that it’s time you went away
I could never have guessed that the night could be so long
When I open my eyes, I just hope that you’ll be gone.
Hope that you’ll be gone.

Down by the riverside
Smurfs hunt in their blue dye
Down by the riverside
Girls cast their boys aside
Down by the riverside
Boys drink down their pride
Down by the riverside, down by the riverside.

Down by the riverside
Every girl is Cheryl Cole
Down by the riverside
Boys score in their own goal
Down by the riverside
Sambucas take their toll.
Down by the riverside, down by the riverside.

I could never have guessed I’d make the same mistake
I really should have known that it’s give and little take.
I could never have guessed that the night could be so long
When I open my eyes, I just hope that you’ll be gone.
Hope that you’ll be gone.

Down by the riverside, down by the riverside.
Track Name: Black (Song For Amy Winehouse)
So.. you went back to black
There's no return, and no comeback
You took the trip, you chose to go
But in the end I think you lost control.

You lived too fast - your feet don't touch the floor
Preserved in wax - like those who went before
Fame and drugs were - stronger than you
And so you did - what you had to do

Black Black Black Black

An angel's voice from a mouth that sinned
You were like a blowtorch in the wind
You told it like it is and you can bet
Now you've got no time left to regret

Black Black Black Black
Track Name: Ripping Up The Pages
It was one of those days you realise the world was gonna change
The colours in the sky would never look the same again
I didn't feel that old but if you counted up the days
You'd understand how long I had to wait... to rip up the pages

I was glad I got up early to see the mist come off the trees
I didn't mind the chilly feel of cobwebs on my feet
The rocks were getting warmer as I sat down by the sea
The sun came round the corner & shone on me

Ripping up the pages, changing all the names
You find a dusty roud and you walk quite slow til you're sure you lost your way
Who cares where the days went, and how many more remain
There's always time to say you're feeling fine, you can die with a smile on your face
Just rip up the pages

Well I scrambled 'round the rocks until I'd left the beach behind
The water like a jewellery box was flashing in my eye
The rolling of the waves was like a churchbell in my mind
It seemed to be announcing it was time... to rip up the pages

Above the jumbled town I found my way onto the dunes
And sat down on the ground to take in something of the view
It would take another lifetime to count all those shades of blue
Which seemed as good as anything to do

The dust of the town settled over me as I lay on the ground in a pattern of leaves
I had a feeling I had some things to do, but the feelings didn't last
I watched the bark peel off the trees and I listened to the whine of the midday breeze
You never have the future, and you've already lost the past

There's no last line...
Track Name: Solihull Council
Solihull council policy chiefs have refused to support a 'Trotskyite' campaign to ban nuclear weapons in Britain

Councillor Michael Ellis said the Manchester councillors proposing the ban were 'a bunch of Trotskyites'

Councillors accepted his resolution to welcome the policy of her majesty's government in providing a proper level of effective nuclear deterrent

We endorse Mr Les Pitt's comments on rent arrears. Some of these tenants are giving priority to colour television and motor cars
Track Name: Hooked On You
When I'm watching my TV
When I'm reading my magazine
Drinking gin in a swimming pool
Earning money on the dole

I'm thinking of you
I think of you
Thinking of you
It's you, it's you

I'm hooked on you
Hooked on you
I am hooked on you
I'm hooked
I'm hooked, I'm hooked on you

When I'm going to a show
When I'm playing on the radio
When I'm lying in my bed
It's just the things that you did and the things that you said

I'm hooked on you, I'm hooked on you
I'm thinking of you, I'm thinking of you
It's you, it's you, it's you

When I'm taking photographs
Every line is just to get a laugh
People think that they're so witty
When they're trying to impress those too pretty

I'm hooked on you
'Cos your eyes are blue
When you're sniffing glue
When I'm trying to eat your irish stew
Even if you gave me the blues
I just want to be with you
I just want something to do
Something to do, to do with you
'Cos I am hooked on you
Track Name: Déjà Vu
Felt like déjà vu
When I first met you
Just like déjà vu
Back in the day
When I first met you
Déjà vu

One and one is two
Held together with glue
Betrayals just a few
Back in the day
When I first met you
Déjà vu

Now that we are through
Here comes someone new
Think it could be you
Back in the day
When I first met you
Déjà vu
Track Name: Over The Top
The officers command from behind
Wasting my life with their time
Using me to further their ideals
Kept with lies of honour in the field

The orders came in today
Forwards; Backwards; it's a bullet either way
The enemy were told exactly the same
We're all blind, it's just a game

And I'm going going going, over the top
I'm going going going, I can't stop
I'm going going going going going over the top

Friends have come and gone, but I remain
Leaving me to suffer their pain
I'm still an unknown, I'm not on their death list yet
They still won't give me the time... to forget

That I'm going going going, over the top
I'm going, I'm going, I can't stop
I'm going going going going going over the top

They won't let me stop

Don't let them do this to me...