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Angel Station
It's the coldest night of the year in our town.
Here at the back of the night they don't even bother to advertise.
Warm and softly brutalised by sweet saturation.
We turn our backs on the world outside for higher considerations,

Like the lies we believed because we wanted to.
And all the lies we told.
And Angel Station is still closed.

Unfair or unfortunate?
Here at the back of the night I'm not sure we still care.
You want a human interest story?
Wanna get down underneath?
Ah everytime you're picking on a human interest story,
You'll just end up losing teeth.

'Coz there are lies you believe because you wish them true
And there are lies you're told.
And Angel Station is still closed.
Angel Station is still closed.

All the lies you believed because you wanted to,
And all the lies you told.
Now Angel Station is still closed.
Angel Station is still closed.

Yeah there's chickens coming home
But the station is still closed.
Ah let it all come on home
The station's staying closed.

This station's closed.

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There's a clean, simple sound to a lot of this that Condition Blue detractors might appreciate. I'm ten years older now than when I made Bath, and right now, after all that morbid stuff, it only really feels like about three. There's rockin' shit and there's a big ballad or two and some weird little pop songs and a nice family sing-along about penguins. I hope you like it.
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Pat Says

The Butcher Says..
Paul Mulreany & I were on the tube. Angel Station was still closed for repairs, long after the date for re-opening. Angel Station's still closed... said Mulreany (as you do) and a seed was planted in my brain. Top Bobby Gillespie impression, though.
The inevitable and inglorious consequences of ill-conceived short firm triumphalist capitalism considered at some length, and with no small amount of melancholy whining, as an enormous submarine beast humming a twelve bar and taking its time about it. Sincerity quotient high, reverbs lengthy. Source: Pat Letter: 1993-08-30 1993-08-30 (Monday, 30th of August 1993 - 31 years 130 days ago)

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