Motorcycle Landscape

(Partridge)

Jules Verne's Sketchbook cover

Recordings Art Lyrics Chords and Tablature

Recordings

1. Demo version.
   Released in November 1987 on the Jules Verne's Sketchbook cassette.

   Andy: “This jarring piece of metal sprang from a poem of the same name I wrote after a long walk by a rusting canalside. ‘There is a doll's arm floating in the scum, and it's calling you over while it's calling you a bum. . .!’ There's nothing as ugly as mankind. Another MUMMER reject.”

2. Demo version (longer edit).
   Released in September 2004 on Fuzzy Warbles Volume Five in the U.K.

   Andy: “Mummer would have been a very different album indeed if this and several other songs had risen to the top of the selection process. Beware, both cream and scum rise to the top, possibly the most metallic thing I've ever (badly) recorded. Another song that grew from a poem. Music partly based on an old Helium Kidz number ‘I'm In Love With The Hurt’.”

3. Studio version.
   Recorded during sessions for Mummer.
   Not released.

Art

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Lyrics

Modern Hanging Gardens grown from Babylon seeds. While rust pram baby batter sculptures covered in weeds. The grass on the verge has gone old pubic grey and the children in cement bag clothes won't hurt you if you pay. For there is a doll's arm floating in the scum and it's calling you over while it's calling you a bum. And it beckons you to brown. And it beckons you to brown. And it thinks it found a chance to drown another in a motorcycle landscape. The only thing that orchards bear are nails of bloody red. On the pavement frogs and contraceptives trodden dead. All that we can reap are tattered gurlie magazines. Torn out genital cigarette burn, girls not in their teens. For there is a doll's arm floating in the scum and it's calling you over while it's calling you a bum. And it beckons you to brown. And it beckons you to brown. For it thinks it found a chance to drown another in a motorcycle landscape. Gaily as we skip along through fields of needless wire. Glued up youths in high spirits throw kittens on the fire. And down molester alley, the stabbed all roll in bliss. Surely God would never send his son to a world like this? For there is a doll's arm floating in the scum and it's calling you over while it's calling you a bum. And it beckons you to brown. And it beckons you to brown. For it thinks it found a chance to drown another in a motorcycle landscape.

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