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You Blister My Paint

Steve Cooke on February 28, 2010 21:20

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    Words adapted from a poem by David Bateman (used with permission). Music by yours truly. Thanks to Jon O'Neill (badjazztrio) for playing guitar on this track.

    Recorded in 1999/2000 on a Yamaha MD8 multitrack MiniDisc recorder, using a Yamaha QS300 synth workstation, an SU10 sampler and various Behringer effects.

    There's a YouTube video of me performing it live at www.youtube.com/watch?v=m9MnKm6Usqc&feature=share&list=PL3421A8861A66BE39.

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    You can read more about the inspiration for David Bateman's poem here: www.theburgessproject.blogspot.co.uk/2006/10/you-blister-my-paint.html.

    YOU BLISTER MY PAINT

    I thought that love was like a gentle rain
    Like the sun up above shining down on the grain
    But your kind of love must be a different strain
    Let me tell you ... soft and gentle you ain't
    You blister my paint

    You drive me too hard, then you blame the machine
    You take me apart just because you're feeling mean
    I could do with some armoured plating in between
    I can tell you ... kind and cool you ain't
    You blister my paint

    Can you imagine the way that I feel
    When my surface is cracking and it's starting to peel?
    I've got some bad news that I think you should know
    You blister my paint and it's starting to show

    You got a blowtorch sun, you got an acid rain
    I can feel my skin melting away down the drain
    I want to go underground and not come up again
    Let me tell you ... loving and tender you ain't
    You blister my paint

    Words by David Bateman
    Music by Steve Cooke
    © David Bateman and Steve Cooke 1999

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