Versions Of A Life (Recordings 1979​-​81)

by Ski Patrol

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released April 15, 2014

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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: Everything is Temporary
Everybody looks the same,
everybody sounds the same
Turn up the bass and listen,
turn up the bass and listen
How do you measure pain? The
things we do to hurt each other
Might as well talk to myself,
everybody wants
to be somebody
Turn up the bass and listen,
turn up the bass and listen
Everything is temporary,
so there’s no need to worry
Build yourself an ideal home,
a shelter from the cold
Always keep the illusion
intact, invisible,
a perfect match
Turn up the bass and listen,
turn up the bass and listen
Everything is temporary,
so there’s no need to worry
Throw away yesterday’s
dream, nobody
wants used items
You could be gone in a second,
the blink of a tired eye
Turn up the bass and listen,
turn up the bass and listen
Everything is temporary,
so there’s no need to worry
You shouldn’t worry,
you shouldn’t worry
Turn up the bass,
turn up the bass
Give me some bass,
give me some bass
Roll off the reproduction line,
a new model bright and clean
The years will eat you away,
wind you down to the death
Turn up the bass and listen,
turn up the bass and listen
Everything is temporary,
so there’s no need to worry
You shouldn’t worry, you
shouldn’t worry about a thing,
You shouldn’t worry
about a thing
Nobody listens to anything,
nobody listens to anything
You never listen at all at all,
you never listen do you?
you never listen do you?
Track Name: Silent Scream
I was trapped by circumstance,
I was fingered by random chance
I admit I witnessed it all,
can’t confess to total recall
Now they want to re-arrange,
and every road I tread looks
strange, strange
Doors are shut and the lights
don’t work, I only laughed,
my hands are clean
No key now fits the lock,
I die a little with every knock
Punishment befits the crime,
can’t it wait till another time?
I remember when I heard,
eyes dilate and teeth are bared
I’ve used up all my last
reserves, everybody gets (so
they tell me) what he deserves
Punishment befits the crime,
can’t it wait till another time?
Can’t it wait? Can’t it wait?
Can’t it wait? Can’t it wait?
Did she bleed? I never saw it,
leather shone when she wore it
Skin flashed white in the
darkness, after it all,
I wasn’t impressed
Now they want to re-arrange,
and every road I tread looks
strange, strange
So strange, except the same,
so strange, except the same
So strange, except the same,
so strange, so strange
Heads down….
Track Name: Agent Orange
Agent orange, I’m on fire
I’ll be tall like a soldier
I will burn for the camera
Gasp of horror in an armchair
Across the world in a moment
There’s no time for sentiment
Cue expression, outraged
Declamation, upstaged
Agent orange, I’m on fire
No-one knows, it’s like magic
Ask me why, it’s a living
Count of heads, it’s so easy
Napalm dawn, I’ll be busy
It’s a game, we’re all children
It’s a game, we’re all children
Agent orange, I’m on fire
Track Name: Driving
Press my forehead
against the glass
Evaporated breath that chills me
Lights blur and fade,
I can almost touch them
I can almost touch them
I feel high on fear
I could live with danger
I could live forever
Will you be my driver?
I can almost touch them
Someone falls down,
but we don’t slow down
Past the lonely people, past the
frightened people
I can almost touch them
Ricochet off a satellite
Ricochet off a traffic light
Bulletin off a satellite
Driving through the city at night
Driving through the city at night
At night
Track Name: Cut (Alternate 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: Faith In Transition (Alternate 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: Extinguish (April '81 Vocal Mix)
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
Track Name: A Version Of A Life
Turn off the light,
there’s no-one there
It’s just your friends,
they’ve come to stare
Ask your friends what they
need, they need to
drain and bleed
That’s what friends are for,
that’s what friends are for
We meet on an empty street,
eyes flicker recognition,
don’t meet
If I was you I’d rather not
I’ll pass to go, you are full stop
You pick up a rumour,
malignant vocal tumour
Pass the poison round
Live it up and live it down
Pass the poison round
Live it up and live it down
A cloud bursts over the river,
the bills still need paying
Don’t look to me for tears,
I’ve cried myself dry
I’ve cried myself dry,
I’ve cried myself dry
A version of a life is what you
live you know
If you lose any more face,
you’ll disappear without a trace
Without a trace
A version of a life is what you
live you know
Someone gave me the whisper, a
shiver ran through the industry
Every word sticks in my throat,
like a needle, herring-bone coat
I’ve been around,
I’ve been around,
I’ve been around and round
and round and round
and round and round
Around and round
It’s time to wind down now
It’s time to wind down…..
Track Name: Concrete Eternal
5.30 and the shrine is closed
Confession cancelled
indefinitely
A cross to bear,
a shoulder aches
A baby cries and
heads are turned
There is no limit, steps are cold
A walk-through dream,
a sleeping scream
Black breath from an iron lung
A metal soundtrack switched
to play
A green and grey combination
There is no background,
no depth at all
A flapping poster, a silent scar
Stage set for a slow death
A tight smile,
the ghost of a grin
Bulletin from a distant star
The drones we speak,
the code oblique
Who can recode,
who can rebuild?
Christ it must be cold out there
A dirty night, a life indoors
Ignoble profile,
a modern outlook
Rushed prayer to casual
heaven
Concrete Eternal
Track Name: Extinguish (BBC Session)
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
Track Name: Cut (BBC Session)
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: Where The Buffalo Roam (BBC Session)
Pregnant mother
filled with dread
Absent lover caught it
in the head
A telegram on a welcome mat
Solitary coat, unfamiliar hat
Boots by the fire,
shining as new
Brown smokestacks
obscure the view
Ghosts looking for a
permanent home
Wander forever where
the buffalo roam
New skin doesn’t fit too well
Soundless mouths
just can’t tell
Got to be strong,
children’s eyes aglow
Slow motion shot down
the hero’s last show
Lives on forever,
in another land
With interference
on every band
Script requires that
he dies alone
Posted to where
the buffalo roam
Hush children,
your father is sleeping
You’re much too young
for professional weeping
Go and pick some flowers
from the garden or park
Make sure that you’re home
before it gets dark
Halls of marble,
priest’s peppermint breath
An air of dignity,
that’s all that’s left
A transformation with
powder and comb
Sunday’s best where
the buffalo roam
A mad parade of
sound and colour
Strange company
awaits another
Foot falls on a polished stair
Breath catches
an expectant air
Dreams of leaving
a paradise lost
Thoughts of getting by
spare us the cost
Smell of wax and
shining chrome
Driver’s arrived where
the buffalo roam
Where the buffalo roam
Track Name: Extinguish (Mark Lusardi's 2014 Restoration Mix)
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