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Dark, urban tale of surburban alienation and the search for 2 for 1 offers at the Co-Op. Big guitars and accordion.
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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
Charts
Peak #94
Peak in subgenre #17
Author
Dick Langford
Rights
TUTsongs Ltd
Uploaded
September 22, 2005
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MP3 5.3 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
Friday night. The estates empty their contents into town and their contents empty themselves onto the pavement. It's a life of sorts.
Lyrics
The Sound of Sirens Words & Music Dick Langford - © TUTsongs Ltd. The sound of sirens in the night, the blue lights after dark It only seems like yesterday we were playing in the park Half of shandy with me Dad, the pub on the estate Knowing in a few years I'd be in there with my mates Alcopops to lager makes an easier transition Than spitting out the bitter from a cold can in the kitchen 2 weeks in Ibiza, it's a drinking mans ambition and throwing up on Friday, it's a sort of a tradition A stepdad selling dodgy stuff, an alcoholic mother Social worker says I musn't beat my little brother I am just a step away from being someone other Than the guy who's got a cardboard box and uses it for cover Gave up on my school and stuff because I knew it all I don't need a book to tell me how to start a brawl or setting up distractions when we're thieving in the mall or how to use a spray can when I decorate a wall All me mates they think I'm cool, been done for GBH Nicked a car and then I hit some geezer in the face Then I got two coppers when they tried to raid my place and now of course the f***ing lot are really on my case Being cool ain't gonna put the money in the bank Working's just for weaklings and I wouldn't give a w**k There's ways and means and means and ways a dozen dodgy deals to put the lager down my neck and pay for Indian meals
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RoyAllenHunt
Feb 12, 2008
DickL: Is that stuff from your own history? Confession time, it resembles my own. I like this song. P.S. I sang with a group called the Sirens in the mid-70's. Roy-Al