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A song about isolation and pain. The kid is educated at home but isolated from society. It hurts. Words by Andrew Richardson. Music by me. Backing vocals and vocal effects by Andrew.
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An eclectic collection of songs taking in most styles of music from acoustic folk to jazz, heavy rock and orchestral ballads.
TUT started in the early 1990s playing a punk folk hybrid. A politically aware band we wrote all our own material and had a good deal of critical (if not financial!) success with our first 3 CDs - "Cillataped", "The Last Fish Supper" and "Where the Skeletons Dance" - with an appearance at Glastonbury the high spot. One thing which was a constant was the need to entertain. No-one wants to be slapped round the face with a wet fish polemic so we made sure we always communicated with the audience (mind you at some gigs we could have gone round and had individual conversations although I was always disappointed the one man never brought his dog). The band lost Grahame Hobbs (singer) and Mark Knight (fiddle) in 2001 and with me the only original band member left the last CD "From another Plaice" was a real departure from the previous "in yer face" style - Much more acoustic and darker both musically and lyrically. TUT2 folded in 2003 and since then I've been writing and recording with various people and in our "virtual" band The Phobias with Richard Marris. Mostly cheerful stuff like murder and corruption. I've also been working once again with TUT's old singer Graeme Hobbs on a series of contemporary rock operas and contributing songs to a campaign to keep a London housing estate from being bulldozed by the council and replaced by luxury flats
Song Info
Genre
Alternative • Other Alternative
Charts
Peak #124
Peak in subgenre #24
Author
Richardson/Langford
Rights
Richardson/Langford
Uploaded
May 11, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 4:15
Lyrics
Homeschool Lonely soul in a crowded city Soft boiled heart grown hard on pity longs for freedom from his misfit's isolation Homeschool Ritolin boy of a prozac mother never was given the chance to discover How to get along with the other boys on the street And the reasons made sense Bullying and fear his parents religous stance but homeschool is dying to join the dance Homeschool Grades give the message he's loaded with knowledge But soon as he's ready he'll skip out of college Gotta to hit the streets To fill the holes inside Homeschool A twitch in his eye or a cautious stammer you can almost hear the clamour for attention and connection with the world he's separated from
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