In Dub

by Ski Patrol

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released May 27, 2014

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Ski Patrol London, UK

This set includes the band's first two singles, one of which is the 1980 indie-chart hit 'Agent Orange', previously unreleased mixes of their third single, their BBC Radio 1 John Peel radio session, three unreleased songs from their last studio session, and a brand new 2014 mix of 'Extinguish' by the original engineer Mark Lusardi. All music has been digitally transferred, restored and re-mastered ... more

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Track Name: Cut (Nigel Pulsford's 2014 Lingham Street Mix)
Always making the wrong move
Always trapped in the
same scheme
Distracted, creating problems
Seem to grow when
my back’s turned
Exactly where the fault lies
Has yet to be revealed
Repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat
Repeated failure, chances
Attitudes cover dances
Blaming everyone else
Don’t point that thing at me!
I was somewhere else
Imagine the scene for free
Cut, cut, cut, cut
Cut to next location
Blinded by observation
Figures unwind and replay
Expressions are so real
I could almost succeed
But I never will
Cut, cut, cut, cut
Cut down on me
Cut into my heart
Cut through the shadows
Cut like a light
Cut off my face
Cut away the surplus
Cut off relations
Cut after cut after cut…….
Track Name: Faith In Transition (March '81 Dub Version)
Shoes do the talking,
mouths do the walking
Dance with your head and
think with your feet
Dark hearts pumping
on a new off-beat
Spotlight hits,
strip music for the soul
To lose it you gotta have it,
I’m talking ‘bout control
A long way to stumble,
short distance affair
A weekend of failure stretched
into a lifetime
Towers are crashing,
families are falling
Passing thoroughfares,
deserted plazas
Faith in transition
Having lost touch,
how do you feel?
Don’t look for angles,
don’t blur the appeal
In this day and age it’s unwise
to plan ahead
A future superstition,
get yourself some fun instead
I’m talking ‘bout desperate fun,
I’m talking ‘bout desperate fun
Indifference is
the fashionable disease
I observe, I can fake it with ease
Almost clean, wet and shining
Dull gleam, almost blinding
Faith in transition
Bleed my brother, lying in a cot
Grown neighbour,
finger in the slot
Return to dust, return to dust
Signs appear and
are left unheeded
What we forget will be repeated
Lights out all over Europe
May I have the last dance?
Excuse me,
may I have the last dance?
Excuse me,
may I have the last dance?
Excuse me,
may I have the last dance?
Faith in transition
Tap dance, Morse code,
one needs a home,
the other needs a rope
Faith
Track Name: Cut (March '81 Dub Version)
Always making the wrong move
Always trapped in the
same scheme
Distracted, creating problems
Seem to grow when
my back’s turned
Exactly where the fault lies
Has yet to be revealed
Repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat
Repeated failure, chances
Attitudes cover dances
Blaming everyone else
Don’t point that thing at me!
I was somewhere else
Imagine the scene for free
Cut, cut, cut, cut
Cut to next location
Blinded by observation
Figures unwind and replay
Expressions are so real
I could almost succeed
But I never will
Cut, cut, cut, cut
Cut down on me
Cut into my heart
Cut through the shadows
Cut like a light
Cut off my face
Cut away the surplus
Cut off relations
Cut after cut after cut…….
Track Name: Extinguish (March '81 Dub Version)
Voice on the telephone
breaks the news
Lines down, channels dead
or confused
I put my fingers in the socket
My energy must be conserved
No sound, no interruption
Frozen silence is preserved
What’s happening
beyond my range?
Does everybody feel the same
as me?
Will normal service
ever be resumed?
Can we take solace
in the company?
Of deader land that blazes
through the night
The sound and comfort
of a flashing green light
Every appliance grinds to a halt
How long till they
correct the fault?
No-one to turn to now
Maybe the city
has burnt itself out
I guess I’d be the last to know
Everyone’s awaiting
information, waiting
for the late, late show
Someone said ‘let there
be darkness’, a Saturday
night breakdown
They’re running on full alertness
They’re living it up downtown
I see no light at the end
of the tunnel, no warm
breath thaws my fear
I wish someone would
call for help, even though
there’s no comfort here
I cross to the memory
of a window
Scattered, deserted bars
and stores
Grip the frame as the
truth hits me
The world outside your door
isn’t turning any more
The world outside your door
isn’t turning