If I had the wings of an eagle
Over these broken dreams I will fly
If I could be shot like an arrow
Straight to you, in your arms I would lie

Don't you know I love you?
Don't you know I love you so?

If I had the strength of a lion
There'd be no one to keep us apart
If I was to crack just like thunder
I would shout what I feel in my heart

Don't you know I love you?
Don't you know I need you so?

Need you so much
The melody's coming in clear
And with your touch the music keeps going around
And around in my ears

Don't you know I love you?
Don't you know I need you so?

Need you so much
The melody's coming in clear
And with your touch the music keeps going around
And around And around And around in my ears

If I had to live life without you
I'd be lost like a ship in the night
Your love never gave me no warning
Like a bird I was shot down in flight

Don't you know I love you
Don't you know I NEED you so
Don't you know I love you
Don't you know I need you so
Don't you know I love you
Don't you know I need you so

Get my money back, pay my bail
Put me baby in the county jail
I'll do my time, Lord, and I won't tell
on everybody, everybody going to hell
Pick back my fat, skin my bones
Thirty-two teeth crack throwing stones
Call on Jesus to bring us home
I ain't done nothing but love
whoa..I ain't done nothing but...
ohh I ain't done nothing but....

Chorus:
All hands are calling the maker
Dirty with the soil from the undertaker
Damn, I hear John the Revelator
Mama's in the kitchen dancing and singing

whoa Mama put a root on
whoa Mama put a root on you

yeah I hear em coming down the hall
with a tip tap hard clap voodoo doll
congo bongo blood lust song
white witch beatin on a tree trunk gong
it's a boom clack boom clack on the door
click the key before there's more
whoa..I ain't done nothing but...
ohh I ain't done nothing but....

All hands are calling the maker
Dirty with the soil from the undertaker
Damn, I hear John the Revelator
Mama's in the kitchen dancing and singing

relax my beloved, dont worry for me
dont shed a tear for me always be near for me
be comforted my love dont bow you head for me
promise youll smile for me dont ever cry for me
you know these walls they may fall down
but Ill still hold on to you
at heights higher than youd imagine me too

then maybe again we would weep like we've done a thousand times
before Dont turn your back on me, or shout as you walk out the door
be still my heart, im only a moment away
in the next room or at the break of day
and I would walk, once again to see your face again
and Id hear every word you'd have too say
then maybe again we would weep like we've done a thousand times
before Dont turn your back on me, or shout as you walk out the door

relax my beloved, dont worry for me
don't shed a tear for me always be near for me
be comforted my love don't bow you head for me
promise you'll smile for me don't ever cry for me
you know these walls they may fall down
but I'll still hold on to you
at heights higher than you'd imagine me too

then maybe again we would weep like we've done a thousand times before
don't turn your back on me, or shout as you walk out the door

be still my heart, i'm only a moment away
in the next room or at the break of day
and I would walk, once again to see your face again
and I'd hear every word you'd have too say

then maybe again we would weep like we've done a thousand times before
don't turn your back on me, or shout as you walk out the door

When the wind is blowing in your face
Sometimes in life you don’t see straight
Pray to Him and He will show
When your head is in a certain place
Nobody around to make you safe
Stand strong and you will grow

CHORUS

Oooh
Wait til you see my smile
Oooh
Wait til they see your smile

Don’t they love to see you down?
Kick you while you’re on the ground
Don’t let emotions show
People always speculate
Don’t let it get in your way
They say things they don’t know

CHORUS

So you’re doing better now
Everybody comes around
But you don’t really need ‘em
‘Cause you’re stronger and you’re better
And you’re ready for whatever

CHORUS OUT

‘Baby darling doll face honey
now I don’t mean to cause you worry
But there’s only hands in my pockets
and no queen on my money

Did you know I’ve been watching you?
So leave your locks on the latches
If you bring the water
I’ll bring the matches  

'Cause we are fires in the night
Let us bathe you in our light
‘Cause we are fires in the night

Come on get up Romeo
don’t you know what the time is?
It’s the fall of rock n roll
that’s what the news said

Did you know I’ve been wanting you?
So leave your locks on the latches
You bring the water
I’ll bring the matches

We are fires in the night
We are fires in the night
Let us bathe you in our light
We are fires in the night

ESO: Hey yo, I spit like an M16 and let them all know they can have it
That flash of magic with an imagination to match it
So catch it, it’s classic, but it will not be contained
In an industry, manmade, cuz it runs through my veins
It pumps through my brain, through my name, nothing will change
Don’t make me huff and puff and turn this fucker to flames
But enough of the games, my shadow is a tidal wave
I Idol, there’s a brighter way, fight for it night and day
I built fires, inspired to keep my hands warm
I’ve hopped through hurricanes, and stepped, stepped through sand storms
I’ve climbed cliffs so you can see what I’m dreaming
Even walked on water just to be here this evening
So here we go again I got to prove I’m no magician
To you rabbit in a hat rappers that’s clueless how I kick it
This is blood, sweat and tears, flesh and bone, a better way
A brotherhood of hope, with a megaphone at heaven’s gates

HOOK: Shoot me down, raise my head / Walk my field of dreams instead / Cuz there’s no way you will march on top of me / Not how this is going to be / Lift my feet, raise my head / Love and sweat and tears I’ve bled / Create the path I see ahead / Walk my way instead /

BLISS: Well he’s still kicking it so beautifully, bet he’s rewriting the odds
Cuz he knows it’s not the dog in the fight but the fight in the dog
See the kid couldn’t spell for shit, but could draw like a photograph
Fuck a hit, he’d rather his rhyme on the wall of a poet’s class

He digs with a phonograph, caught a flow and wrote the flavour
That archaeologist, artist, audio appropriator
Ghost Rider flaming chopper, caressing the night and
Chasing the glimpse of a forever fading fluorescent horizon
He just lights up the skies while running through this circus
With a heart full of good vibes, that’s pumping through his circuits
Live wire, high flyer, Spit Fire out his lungs
Soars a war torn Mustang through an Empire of the Sun
Catch him diving in this rhythm, rhyming, gliding in his vision
Manifest music Mementos to remind him of his mission
He just rolls like a boulder, the solider spoke with composure
With a butterfly net full of dreams hanging over his shoulder he says

HOOK x 2

Field of Dreams is the fifth single from Bliss N Eso's Flying Colours album and features Paris Wells. It is an anthemic, drum-heavy journey into the mind of three willful guys and one tenacious girl who all refuse to lose.

Paris' unique, extraordinary voice soars over the same banging snares that the renegade MCs hammer with their purposeful, almost militant delivery.

Field of Dreams is built to inspire when times are tough.

Keep your old and wasted words
my heart is breaking like you heard
But the town has always turned
these lies and made them all burn

Can you feel the leeches bite
that boy that she took out tonight
He's brave and walking sure
through all the spots you're working for

When the light is out and words have gone
let me be the one to try it on

Talk like we've got nothing say.
Fall like we're floating all the way.

Whisper in my ear, hold me closer my dear,
And wonder, oh wonder, what's next.

Mirrors on hotel doors.
A heat that no one could ignore.

Shake up everything you had planned,
There'll be no break-up,

'Cause were the ones who just hold hands.

Whisper in my ear, hold me closer my dear,
And wonder, oh wonder, what's next?

The dog, my very best friend 
I will never lose you again 
 
Where is the dog, where is the dog 
Where is the dog, I gotta find the dog 
Because the one who finds the dog 
Gets the best prize 
Where is the dog, where is the dog 
Mum has hid it, dad takes the time 
And if you don't find the dog 
there won't be a prize 
and no chocolate 
no cake 
 
Hotter 
Colder 
It is hard enough as it is 
Higher, lower 
Bird, fish or turtle 
 
It is hard to find it 
When it is so small 
Have you looked behind the plant 
And in the bottom drawer 
 
The dog, my very best friend 
I will never lose you again 
 
The dog, my very best friend 
I will never lose you again 
 
The dog, my very best friend 
I will never lose you again

So tired of fire
So tired of smoke

Send me an angel
Save me
Send me an angel
Save me

I want to have a good day today
I want to have a good day today
I want to have a good day today
Good day today

Tired of drowning
Going so low
Tired of drowning
Going so low

Send me an angel
Save me
Send me an angel
Save me

So tired of _______
So tired of _______
So tired of _______
So tired of _______

Send me an angel
Save me
Send me an angel
Save me

I want to have a good day today
I want to have a good day today
I want to have a good day today
Good day today

So tired of fearing
So tired of dark
So tired of fearing
So tired of dark

Send me an angel
Save me
Send me an angel
Save me

I want to have a good day today
I want to have a good day today
I want to have a good day today
Good day today

It's all up to you now find yourself in the moment go directly to the voodoo now the channel is open

lose your head lose control you come on delicate and fine like a diamond in the mind woah, yeah, when you move into the light you're the greatest thing alive woah... and you

SWAY in the moon the way you did when you were younger and we told everybody all you need is now STAY with the music let it play a little longer you don't need anybody all you need is now

Everybody's gunning for the VIP section but you're better up and running in another direction

with your bones in the thrall throw a shadow on the vine, bat your lashes let it shine woah, yeah, every moment that arrives you're the greatest thing alive woah... and you

SWAY in the moon the way you did when you were younger and we told everybody all you need is now STAY with the music let it play a little longer you don't need anybody all you need is now

all you need, all you need is now all you need, all you need is now all you need, all you need is now

... and we will SWAY in the moon the way we did when we were younger (when we were younger) when we told everybody all you need is now STAY with the music let it play a little longer (a little longer) you don't need anybody all you need is now

all you need, all you need is now all you need, all you need is now all you need, all you need is now all you need, all you need is now

Well I shut my eyes and the world is dead
Then they open up
And I’m born again
Like an empty space in an empty bed 

Oh there’s a sound that keeps repeating
Going faster as I leave it goes…

I can hear an echo when I’m with you
And I can’t seem to let go
Baby I hear an echo when I’m with you

Well I see your face in the shadow moon
Where the echo’s dance with the ghosts of you
Like an empty space in an empty room

Oh there’s a sound that keeps on beating
Going faster as I leave it goes….

I can hear an echo when I’m with you
And I can’t seem to let go
And baby I hear an echo
(I hear it)
I can hear an echo when I’m with you
And I can’t seem to let go
But baby I hear an echo when I’m with you

A hundred thousand times it keeps repeating
Can you hear it

I can hear an echo
And I can’t seem to let go
Baby I hear an echo

I can hear an echo when I’m with you
And I can’t seem to let go
Baby I hear an echo when I’m with you

When I’m with you

Maybe I can’t let go of that feeling

All I ever see, we never get a break. We’ve been working for days I feel the heat burning down my back. Blood sweat and tears, will you testify to that?

I feel the heat you give baby, I never want to say farewell oh Our passions will rise when the kingdom it falls

Nothing lives for long, I’m shackled at the feet. I’ve been working as your slave Try hold me down and you move and wake the beast I’m on top girl, as I never miss a beat

I feel the heat you give baby, I never want to say farewell oh Our passions will rise when the kingdom it falls

You’re my Golden Sun Take my hand and rule the world Across this desert girl

Giving all I’ve got, when there’s nothing left to give. I’ll be fighting till the end Raise your flag girl don’t let it drop. Dark nights where the sky’s cold, the land’s hot I don’t want to know...so don’t tell me Demons whisper in my ears, they’re from the dark side Raise your flag girl don’t let it drop. Dark nights where the sky’s cold the land’s hot

I feel the heat you give baby, I never want to say farewell oh Our passions will rise when the kingdom it falls

You’re my Golden Sun Take my hand and rule the world Across this desert girl

We live for horror films,
And never watch the sequels,
It's that thing about the first the second never equals,
Like there was that one boy,
Final year of state school,
In the field, late at night,
Backstage at the may ball,
Couldn't get him more wrong,
Fooled by his appearance,
Venom flowed so effortless,
We'd spit it so he'd hear us,
Little did we know that he was
Simply unassuming,
Every night he'd sit alone,
And paint what made him human, huh!
Chorus
Sixth form block fire escapes,
were never locked securely,
We'd sit on top smoking fags,
and drinking prematurely,
Sometimes he'd look up at us,
We weren't his interest clearly,
Eyes glazed and fixed above,
he'd dream of apple jelly,
Followed by our catcalls,
His newly found libido,
he got the guts to meet a girl,
Who promptly crushed his ego,
Near the end of lessons,
The girl he was pursuing,
Tried to kiss his only friend,
And so was his undoing,
Chorus
What could he be thinking,
What the hell was going through his mind,
Why am I surprised I always him as the silent kind,
What could he be thinking,
What the hell was going through his mind,
Why am I surprised I always him as the silent kind,
 
Michael Gira, Sonic Youth, Blondie, Smashing Pumpkins,
His set read like a note to those,
Who listened drinking Holland Gin,
Left it on her doorstep,
She went and never saw it,
By the time she got to school,
The atmosphere was morbid,
When I got out of school you didn't like me,
The look on your face was plain to see,
I heard you laughing behind my back,
Just because my jeans were black,
Hey, hey, hey-ya hey...

This is essentially an anti-suicide song written from the perspective of 2 popular girls talking about a boy who recently jumped off the roof at my sixth form college. It's also the only song when you can hear me singing acapella!

The concept is of course based on some real events which I heard about when I was at secondary school but I don't want to explain too much for fear of offending anyone's families - after all the song isn't really about someone topping themselves but more about the response of the other students which highlights what a waste of life it would of been if I - or any of my friends had allowed such short term problems such a peer-pressure to get to us.

It took me ages to get the "body hitting floor noise" right, and I spent the best part of a day diving up and down on different surfaces in the studio to get what I wanted. Lots of people think it sounds like a gunshot noise and I think I thought that too when the track was finished but I like that's a bit ambiguous.

I spent twenty-seven years in this factory Now the boss man says, hey you’re not what we need The penguins in the suits they know nothing but greed It’s a solitary life when you’ve mouths to feed But who cares about us?

Now I’m back on the streets With my hands held shut I’m a workingman without any work Well is this the way it’s meant to be Because I signed on for the American dream Now I write my name to the welfare scheme The money in the bank, well its history

So take me down to where the worlds collide And leave me here ‘til I’m satisfied So let the Revolution begin

Now I drag these bones ‘Cross the barren land Where once a city, now an outstretched hand We can’t lose our sense of dignity While the fat-faced cats lap up the cream Another disappearing act falls up their sleeves While the shirts on our back seek refugee

So take me down to where the worlds collide And leave me here ‘til I’m satisfied ‘Cause there’ll come a day When all of us will show, we won’t be afraid Although we’re crashing, we won’t burn Let the Revolution begin

I spent twenty-seven years in this factory Now the boss man says, hey you’re not what we need The penguins in the suits they know nothing but greed It’s a solitary life when you’ve mouths to feed

So take me down to where the worlds collide And leave me here ‘till I’m satisfied Do take me down to where the worlds divide And leave me here I won’t compromise ‘Cause there’ll come a day When all of us will show, we won’t be afraid ‘Cause from these ashes we will grow So let the Revolution begin…

A flower tells a simple story
It speaks of lives forever changed
In a thousand nameless faces
And a thousand faceless names
A gift from generations lost
To those who still survive
For this flower tells a story
For the ones who gave without demand
For the years they served in a distant land
Their finest hour they gave
The sacrifice they made for us
We thank them

A flower tells of lights dimmed early
Of a star burned out too young
A story of a hero
Too often left unsung
This tale from generations lost
To those who still survive
For a flower tells a story
For the life you gave without demand
For the years you served in a distant land
Your finest hour you gave
The sacrifice you made for us
The sacrifice
I thank you for the gift to us
The greatest there can be
Your courage when you fought for liberty

For the life you gave without demand
The ones who saved this land
Your finest hour you gave the sacrifice you made for us
Your sacrifice
We thank you
Thank you
A flower tells a simple story

I’m gonna ask you to look away
I love my hands but it hurts to pray
The life I have isn’t what I’d seen
The sky’s not blue and the field’s not green

Wait for me
Wait for me
Wait for me
Wait for me
Wait for me
Wait for me

I’m gonna ask you to look away
My broken life with never stay
Try so hard and I always lack
Days are gray and the nights are black

Wait for me
Wait for me
Wait for me
Wait for me

I was listening to the first Black Flag album, Damaged, and some of the lyrics on that are so despairing and harsh. So I had that little piano riff and I wrote the lyrics around that - it's just a mournful song of quiet despair, strangely enough inspired by Black Flag. Theoretically, I feel like Henry Rollins could have written the lyrics, even though the song is quiet and pretty. There's nothing that's not mournful about the lyrics; there's no subtlety.

I recorded the album here in my studio on the lower east side (although 'studio' always seems like an overly grand word for a bunch of equipment set up in a small bedroom). In the past I've worked in large and small studios, but for this record I wanted to record everything at home by myself.

I have some friends/guests singing on the record. They're great singers, but unless you live in Fort Greene or Washington Heights you might not know about them, as they're relatively unknown (because I've found that working with friends is almost always nicer than working with rockstars).

I started working on the album about a year ago, and the creative impetus behind the record was hearing a David Lynch speech at Bafta, in the UK. David was talking about creativity, and to paraphrase, about how creativity in and of itself, and without market pressures, is fine and good.

It seems as if too often an artist's or musician's or writer's creative output is judged by how well it accommodates the marketplace, and how much market share it commands and how much money it generates. In making this record I wanted to focus on making something that I loved, without really being concerned about how it might be received by the marketplace. As a result it's a quieter and more melodic and more mournful and more personal record than some of the records I've made in the past.

It's also, for better or worse, all homemade, in that I recorded it at home with my friends and drew the artwork with a black sharpie on copy paper.

The videos from the album 'Wait For Me' have all been done by friends of mine who were given complete creative control. The video for the song 'Wait For Me' was done by my friend Jessica Dimmock (click here to watch it). I gave her $5,000 and complete creative control to do whatever she wanted to do, and I think it's an amazing and honest short film. I'm now having a competition to win $5,000 (plus $1,000 each to 2 finalists) to make a video for 'Wait For Me'. Thanks, moby

Here we go from town to town
Set them up I'll knock em down
Another drink another round we go
I don't know which road to take
Holding on for heaven’s sake
Looking for the words to say to you
And I feel the push and pull
Taste the flesh and lose your soul
I think that I'll just let go to you

You gotta lean into the fall
Lean into the fall oh oh

Oh I like the way she looks
Hope she cleans and hope she cooks
Take her home a second look
No need
Is this sex or is it love 
Hoping you don’t call my bluff 
Either way you’re something that I need 
And I feel so justified laying next to you tonight 
Hear the sound? It's calling out to me 

No, I can't find you
No, I don't want to
No, I can't fight you
No, I don't want to
No, I can’t find you

Everything you say everything you do
All the things you own, all the things you knew
Everyone you love, everyone you hate
All will be erased and replaced

Everything you take, everything you gave
All the things you found, and all the things you made
Everyone you lost, and saved
Nothing will remain, cradle or grave

Every precious child, and every mother’s kiss
All who went before, and all who follow this
Every moment shared, hour of the day
No record will remain, all will fade away

Every dream you had and every battle won
All the hopes and fears, bombs and guns
Theories and lies, planet and sun
All is erased, another is begun

There will be no song when the final voice is gone
There will be no song when the final voice is gone
There will be no song when the final voice is gone

Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.

Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she's gone.
 
{CHORUS}
Lucy in the sky with diamonds,
Lucy in the sky with diamonds,
Lucy in the sky with diamonds,
Ah... Ah...

Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain,
Where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies.
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers,
That grow so incredibly high.

Newspaper taxis appear on the shore,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds,
And you're gone.

{CHORUS}

Picture yourself on a train in a station,
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties.
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile,
The girl with kaleidoscope eyes.

So Nudie Slims aren't killing babies yet?
Then shoot it up and lose your self control!
Get over it, and smash that mirror,
throw it out the window now.
Fuck your leopard skin eyes and look,
leave reality on the floor,
you know the party welcomes you,
Come in the music started here.
 
Turn it up till the beat gets louder
Swell the tone until you feel the drop
Girls! Boys! Dance harder! Faster!
Noise, noise! Throw your Nikes out the door.
 
Don't you know you're nothing now?
You're just a smaller version of the real thing.
Fuck your scene, the insipid fares,
Eat your cigarettes, no one cares!
Trashy glamour, thrown down the stairs,
paint your bedroom a neon sky
On your knees,
Your skin is a disease!
 
Turn it up till the owners freak out
fucking party till your ears bleed
Girls! Boys! Dance harder! Faster!
Don't wait, throw the models out the door.
 
Rip it up, mess it up, fuck it up NOISE NOISE
Cut it up, line it up, snort it up NOISE NOISE
Rip it up, mess it up, fuck it up NOISE NOISE
gag her up, choke him up, smash them up NOISE NOISE
 
Turn it up, till the fuckers pass out,
they can't party till night is day
Girls! Boys! Dance harder! Faster!
Don't wait, throw the models out the door.
 
Turn it up till the beat gets louder
Swell the tone until you feel the drop
Girls! Boys! Dance harder! Faster!
Don't wait, throw the models out the door.

Nikee is a song we wrote after seeing the impact of a rare strain of neurovirus on one of the trees in my backyard that has an ant colony living inside it. Obviously, the ants need to harvest the leaves of the tree to survive and to build small ant mansions for the ant bosses of the colony. Since the turn of the century, ant monarchies have been increasing replaced with ant oligarchies and it is these oligarchs that require lavish mansions to deal with the stress of coordinating between five hundred-thousand and one million ants per day. The neurovirus attacked the core of the tree and the tree stopped producing leaves which made the ant bosses so stressed they started eating the workers of the colony. Understandably, the workers did not appreciate this and rose against their oppressors in the first ever socialist ant revolution.

Let me take you for a walk
Around the corner, we can have a talk
Inside the sauna, try and not get caught in Sin City

Then we go and eat some cake
And watch the animals sit and vibrating
To the music going bad to great in Sin City

Ohohoho I wanna feel it
Ohohoh let me receive it
Ohohoho baby I need it now

Dancing with the leather boys
They take a moment to go out and enjoy
The naughty pleasure no time to be coy in Sin City

Ooh that's more then I needed
Ohoho you better believe it
Ohoho don't wanna leave it now

Show me what have you got in your pocket
Can I have a little bit and swap it
For a cheeky midnight kiss in Sin City

I'm out of control
My body and soul
Is spinning around
I don't wanna drown

Each day and each night
We pray for the light
When will it end?
I need a friend

Let me take you back to bed
I wanna hit you till the night is dead
End it with a little head in Sin City

Winkipop is an instrumental, but here is a great story about where the name Winkipop came from, by Paul 'Chicken' Dwyer.

Surfing in Australia and in general has such a short history when compared to many other sports. For the vast majority of our surf breaks,the very people that named them or the people they’ve been named after are still alive, and I believe it’s very important to get these stories out there before it’s too late to hear them first hand.

Lucky for me I have the honour of knowing a man who surfed Winkipop in the very early 60’s, with a group of mates from Melbourne and Torquay who stood on the beach one day wondering what they should call this place.

His name is Roger Falahey,currently 66 years young who used to drive down from Melbourne most weekends to surf a great wave called Bells Beach. A few of the names he threw around that used to trek through the Bells family property to get to the beach were Brian Trist (Tristy, a plumber from Melbourne),Brian Poynton and a local Peter Troy whose dad owned the local newsagency, and who Roger believes was one of the first few blokes to do a surf safari around the globe.

Roger tells- quote “one weekend Tristy drove down from Melbourne and brought with him some plumbers piping and timber. They then dug in some steps and erected a small handrail to get better access from the small grassy ledge on the right side of the creek at Bells. Those original steps lasted for about 10 years”.

They back then had another problem, there wasn’t a toilet so they had to do their business in the creek and used to call it Shit Creek. On another day they brought down enough timber and corrugated iron, dug a hole and erected a dunny on the small grassy patch where you now head up to the Bells cliff. Roger says but by Sunday someone had ripped it down. He doesn’t know why but maybe for firewood.

I asked him if they used to surf Winki then and he said why? we had Bells. Occasionally we’d paddled over to the next right now Centreside or even around to Southside.

Roger said Tristy had a couple of body building mates from Melbourne that would come down to Torquay for weekends and camp with him. One of Tristys older mates was a guy called Bill Keenan. Roger explained how Tristy and Bill Keenan used to always use a certain code word while joking around. Bill used to party with some serious party girls in Melbourne and one particular lady, who apparently couldn’t get enough,if you know what I mean, used to always say to Bill come on “let’s go have a Winkipop”. Sex in her words. The name was born.

Roger Falahey remembers one day at Bells, he reckons about eight of them thought they would check out this wave they could see to the left of Bells. After paddling around the point now known as the button and surfing, a few of them were standing on the beach wondering what they should call this place. History has it Tristy looked to the ground and saw two crabs linked end to end and said to his mates “ look, they’re having a winkipop.”

I asked Roger, after this day did you surf Winki much? To his reply “yeah,too right we did”.

"British producer/sixties era genius Joe Meek guided us on this one. If he hadn’t killed his landlady and then himself, he would have given us more magic like 'Telstar'. In the 60’s space was the future: the optimistic, great white hope: the escape from the Cold War and nuclear annihilation. 50 years on we have the threat of climate annihilation, by Mother Nature herself but yes there’s hope, even if Copenhagen was a bust. You can’t ignore a good tune. We did this one live last year and it went down well, and they didn’t throw anything at us much." Jim Moginie

I don't want to let go I've held all the hands I need to hold It seems all that I feel I shared with you in this room was real

This is just a bad dream Unrecognised in tears Don't tell me what I don't see I don't need to look through your fears

You carve an endless road I've got to find you 'fore the moment goes You take me down so slow I should not be living in this house alone You carve an endless road

Just land into my hands With all the love you're holding back I gave all of my days You walk the path I helped you pave

You leave me in a past scene With your old cross I bear Lift me through the old streets Let them see us walking there

You carve an endless road I've got to find you 'fore the moment goes You take me down so slow I should not be living in this house alone You carve an endless road You carve an endless road

This is just a bad dream Unrecognised in tears Don't tell me what I don't see I don't need to look through your fears

You carve an endless road

We are very open to seeing how a director interprets 'Endless Road' and the imagery it may evoke. The lyric is broad in its subject, the verses are in some ways claustrophobic and insular, with the reader expressing he’s stuck in a 'bad dream' and at some kind of turning point. There are many possibilities for the video, I think we'd like to lean away from live performance for a change, and give the song the chance to be represented creatively with an idea and images from someone’s imagination. We are generally not into too literal an interpretation so as to be too obvious but to prioritise visually interesting and creative ideas that feel new, ambitious and as creative as possible. Also happy for the visuals to have no direct relationship with the lyric but fit the mood of the music.

our love was lost
but now we've found it
our love was lost
and hope was gone

our love was lost
but now we've found it
and if you flash your heart
I won't deny it
I promise

I promise

your walls are up
too cold to touch it
your walls are up
too high to climb

I know it's hard
but I can still hear it beating
so if you flash your heart
I won't mistreat it
I promise

I promise

our love was lost
in the rubble are all the things
that you've, you've been dreaming of
keep me in mind
when you're ready
I am here
to take you every time

oh our love was lost
lost, lost, lost, lost....
our love was lost
but now its found

The track began life during a late night session when James and his brother Aidan were working on various remix projects. The resulting “happy accident” is Heavy Drug an UNKLE club mix with a DFA records influence.

Heavy Drug was later reworked during the initial recording sessions for the new UNKLE album, due for release in February 2010. The revised version uses more traditional and organic live elements and is set to feature on the new album.

From the dirty guitar sounds which form Heavy Drug’s foundation, to the gradual layering that brings it to its ethereal conclusion the track has elements of the album version whilst remaining distinct.

James Lavelle’s UNKLE track Heavy Drug (Surrender Sounds Mix) was released on Aug 17 as a digital download.

So contemplate this
Standing statue, the words will run through
A burning red rose, everyone knows
You’re turning blacker, my head turns
But you’re a slave on the run and that don’t look fun, all that fun

Chorus
And I yell at her
And I’m begging her
Just compelling her
Cos’ her magic got lost for desert
And everything’s not fantasy
It’s no phalacy
Cos’ it’s so tragic we’re almost the worst

I’m here I’m missing
Ok you’re hissing
The bitter music
Helped me diffuse it
We’re falling deeper
Daytime sleeper
You’re trading your spark
To play in the dark
Pharmaceutical run
There’s just so much fun
Now just come on home

Chorus
And I yell at her
And I’m begging her
Just compelling her
Cos’ her magic got lost for desert
And everything’s not for fantasy
And it’s no phalacy
Cos’ it’s so tragic we’re almost the worst

Life has crazy cause for sadness
How can you trust all her madness?
Through the walls, try stop this
Stop the cause, don’t watch this
It’s a game.

Chorus
And I yell at her
And I’m begging her
Just compelling her
Cos’ her magic got lost for desert
And everything’s not for fantasy
And it’s no phalacy
Cos’ it’s so tragic we’re almost the worst
(x2)