@ALBUM: Unfinished Picture ARTIST: Rupert Hine UNFINISHED CREDITS: Introduction & conclusion: Jeremy Stern - All tracks engineered by John Punter and Steve Nye at A.I.R. (London) except "Anvils In Five" and "Friends And Lovers" engineered by John Middleton and Steve Nye and recorded at The Church of St. Mary Magdalene, Paddington. Mixed by Steve Nye and John Middleton. - Special thanks to: Cosmo Fotherindex Martyn Ford Keith, Dave, Danny, George & Paul of the A.I.R. (London) mobile recording team. Mary Warner Irish woolly penguin Score (London) Gilbert Biberian Richard Julio Tony Edwards & Berny Anthony Stern David MacIver appears by courtesy of Lindy Robinson - This album is given an added dimension in Anthony Stern's feature film "WHEEL" (Judex Films) - Headphones for CONCORD(E) PASTICH(E) and ANVILS IN FIVE are an extreme advantage. - Front cover illustration: Bobbie Murdoch Photography: David Glew Design & Kisses: Sheila Green Layout & Spreadem: Doris Stopes P.S. Whatever you think about this album, you're wrong. @SONG: Orange Song Oh won't you ease some heaven into something I've begun It seems so long My orange song Came and gone You shiver snake the nightingale To catch the early fly Them greenly greenly flies Oh won't you sing along come on come on Stop Anachinaeva Ooshticka she leave to pick up later Mountainistic lady shaver Trim the furry limb Anachinaeva Take a silver summer day And dangle long on string There's no such thing The cynic sings Where's my wings You open up the nightingale To find the note to ring The greenly greenly ring Oh won't you ring along come on come on Stop Anachinaeva Ooshticka she breed enough for lader Sabbalithic open razor Trim the furry limb Anachinaeva Stop Anachinaeva Oosthicka the water wash you later Cockaleaky saturator Trim the furry limb Anachinaeva Droop a little sympathy The naked lady yawns It's always dawn The night you're born Safely torn You stroke a sleeping nightingale With just a lazy eye The greenly greenly eye Oh won't you jingle on come on come on Stop Anachinaeva Ooshtickayou'llunderstandmelaterfan Talisticcastulatortrimthefurrylimb Anachinaeva - Lyric: David MacIver Music: Rupert Hine & Simon Jeffes All Guitars: Simon Jeffes Bass: John Perry Drums: Micky Waller Trumpet & Soprano Trumpet: Dave Cass Trombone & Trombonioum: John Mumford Strings: The Martyn Ford Orange Ensemble Orchestration: Simon Jeffes A ritual circumcision song Anachinaeva does it with her teeth @SONG: Doubtfully Grey I'm into a thing, I said I can't give a lot I'm out of my skin, I said I can't feel. If only I could stand you know I'd say goodbye; If only I could grow We'd stay, Doubtfully grey. Galapagos dreams, I said Place me in your tree Together we crawled out of the sea, I said And we lost our tails That's a surprise she smiled almost nervously Equating apes with me Could leave me feeling grey, Doubtfully grey, Frightfully pale. I don't understand your songs, She smiled out at me. I don't understand your drinking tea, I offered hopefully. If only words could love you know, well, we'd dictionate. I watch you watching me and wait, Doubtfully grey, Greyfully doubt Fullygrey doubt, Fullydoubt grey. - Lyric: David MacIver Music: Rupert Hine Accoustic Guitar & Bellows: Rupert Hine Bass, Accoustic Guitar & Glockenspiel: Simon Jeffes Skull: John Punter Strings: The Martyn Ford Grey Ensemble Orchestration: Simon Jeffes Overheard at a cocktail party, but never said. @SONG: Don't Be Alarmed Don't be alarmed If I bark at the moon You know it's only shadow boxing The prerogative of fools And it ain't against the rules No it ain't against the rules The least you've got, you lose, oh yeah. You seem surprised But remember my friend It's the only complication That the doctor recommends. Cause it ain't against the rules They sponsor it in schools All humanity approves, oh yes. Uncomplicated The message is degree, Take four away from seven For a gentles twist of knee. As it ain't against the rules You know, commercially, it's cool So let the watching public drool. Across the nation The word is spreading fast Over somewhere, someone's bleeding Ain't it all a bleeding laugh. Oh and it ain't against the rules Any bloodgroup that you choose Before the feast they pass the noose. My last example, A child explodes to grease Won't you rub a little on your face A smiley badge for peace. Oh it ain't against the rules You future's hanging loose Catch your death, it's on the news... - Lyric: David MacIver Music: Rupert Hine Accoustic Guitar: Rupert Hine All Electric Guitars & Accoustic Guitar: Simon Jeffes Bass & Accoustic Guitar: John Perry Drums: Micky (feeling a bit better today) Waller @SONG: Where In My Life Where in my life can I feel The space to move around Another mile in time. A circle where I can truly say This is, I surely am, This is where I am. Moon yellow hair Shy Autumn days Night lady falling down Another mile we say. And if you're sure we're all smiled Don't stay, Take another lemonade from the street cafe. - Lyric: David MacIver Music: Rupert Hine ARP Synthesiser: Rupert Hine @SONG: Anvils In Five A space between three transverse lines That move toward a point sublime Each in its turn each turn in time First one before then one behind We lift the bell across the chime The watcher sees with watchman eyes Each in its turn each turn in time First one before then one behind We shield the soul with faces cold To feed the young we eat the old Each in its turn each turn in time First one before then one behind The grave is waste hear people cry As peeling lips they wait to die Each in its turn each turn in time First one before then one behind The point is named where hands combine eternally doubtfully zero linger on longer than known What Pagan Jester planned our lives And laid our heads on anvils five Who civilised the fateful line Between the point where hands combine You've reached your turn You're next in line Step up my friend I am behind... - Lyric: David MacIver Music: Rupert Hine & Simon Jeffes Orchestra: The Martyn Ford Anvil Orchestra & Quartet Linger on: The Anvil Chorus Church Organ: Rupert Hine Conductor: Gilbert Biberian Orchestration: Simon Jeffes There is an anvil for each sense @SONG: Friends And Lovers And now friends and lovers, To all of you who understand, But never hear, from our silence A word for you. In a world of changes, Where he who gives is passed around, Save a smile for your own passing To lead you on. I'll try friend and lover, To let you fly your own sky. With my blessing from my silence My love for you. - Lyric: David MacIver Music: Rupert Hine Piano: Rupert Hine "From me to Rupe" and back again @SONG: Move Along And it's a hard time to find a place Just to sit down a while and cry; And it's a cold town, smiling disgrace, Won't let a man alone to die, 'cause a low voice gratin' gravel pittin' Come along and take you by surprise... Move along, you gotta git down on your way, Move along, you gotta git down on your way. Pickin' grass, looking for an omen, For a while I though I'd maybe settle down; Got a heap of logs and a belly full of hunger And a yearnin' jus' to build me a home. With a cold face, stalkin' through a nightmare Comes an echo of a place that I've bin before... Move along, you gotta git down on your way, Move along, you gotta git down on your way. Well, time after time I can sit here waiting For the level to do something in the bay; And day over night see my cold foot shuffle Outta sand shoes slipping away. Come a stiff hair bristle like a poker Pokin' fingers into something he ain't poked before... Move along, you gotta git down on your way, Move along, you gotta git down on your way. - Lyric: David MacIver Music: Rupert Hine Electric Piano & Harmonica: Rupert Hine Electric & Accoustic Guitars: Simon Jeffes Bass: John Perry Congas, Tambourine, Cabassa & Ass's Jaw: Ray Cooper @SONG: Concord(e) Pastich(e) Yes, it's been a long time, He said with a smile, Looking almost sadly To where the long grass brushed the sky; Nothing ever changes And yet nothing stays the same, Growing older Day by day. It doesn't seem so long ago Blind dog was hardly born, We used to run from here to over there... The empty voice balloon Hung down from the old man's lips, Snatching a sideways glance He pulled down the sky And wrote in cold white paint "The End" "Equity" I shouted, "Can't seem to hear you" he murmured. - Concept: David MacIver Music: Rupert Hine & Simon Jeffes All guitars: Simon Jeffes Piano & Organ: Rupert Hine Electric Piano: Steve Nye Drums: John Punter Yesno: David MacIver Strings: The Martyn Ford Spontaneous Music Ensemble Now think on: Where does the end start? Is each start, some old end? ANSWERS: a Concorde interruption b Footsteps (l. to r.) c The Sound of Mud d Mini door slam e Laughcry f Lawn Mower g "Put my wife down" h "Hello, I am a mains computer" @SONG: On The Waterline On the waterline Blue green The gasoline lies Floating like a fly in the lazy summertime Pick a pocketful of light Breathe a whileaway bar Facing somewhere Throwing out a haze Wander in a daze Take my lonely self along Maybe just a smile Are the waters wide Or the time decayed All the children cry Men talk over fences now Chasing the hour But following late Believing and warm Dealing their hands Cursing the dice by a flickering light Shielding their eyes See the door Swing open wide They see me as fear Wiping the dust from my smile Strange the perfume remains Though the incense has gone In a quiet voice Must I breathe so loud Am I young or old Or just outside In these shapeless bars Can you feel Can you feel my shame In these shapeless bars On the waterline I empty ease I empty ease On the waterline All the children cry - Lyric: David MacIver Music: Rupert Hine Piano, Electric Piano, Spinnet & Organ: Rupert Hine Congas: Ray Cooper Drums: Mike Giles