From the recording TIMESCAPE
06 REAL WORLD (4:11)
For people old enough to remember vinyl, track 6 of Timescape represents the start of the virtual Side B of the album. Real World's lyrics are a stab at a nameless acquaintance of the writer who tested their friendship to the limit. It is "Grow Up!" set to music. Using an African percussion troup of overdubbed bongos and household sounds, Real World weaves a simple melody and harmonic line into a huge counterpoint of voices towards the end. Once again, the cyber trumpetting of renowned Bristol trumpeter Pete Judge is downloaded into the midst of the musical chaos that builds towards the track's completion.
Lyrics
Welcome, welcome to the real world
It could be said
That having Black Hand roots
Makes friendships hard to keep
Send round the boys, why don’t you
To learn us a lesson for failing your impassable friendship test
But you have progressed into the real world
Domain of kids and wives
How do those lesser folk take your crusades?
You have progressed into the real world
What meaning have those lives?
Must they simply tiptoe in your shade?
What price a friend?
Very little when you drag them down with you
But backs might turn
Just how many times can the same bruised ego be caressed?
But you have progressed into the real world
Domain of kids and wives
How do those lesser folk take your crusades?
You have progressed into the real world
What meaning have those lives?
Must they simply tiptoe in your shade?
You name it…
The planet and the weather, the culture
The government
You name it…
You blame unfaithful partners, accountants
Great Uncle Joe
You name it…
You blame rubbish in the pop charts, or Dubya
Let’s flog him now!
You name it…
You blame something in the water, the T.V.
Anything but you
You name it – you blame it
Welcome to the real world