The lines - "I said 'Your daddy loves you'. I said 'Your daddy loves you very much'; He just doesn't want to live with us anymore'", just takes me apart every time I hear it...
Me too , and it's very pertinent . I left my son when he was less than five years old and moved from London to the USA . I listened to this track and imagined my ex trying to explain it to my kid
@@richardumfreville6914 I hope and trust that moving didn't mean 'leaving', at least not in the sense of neglecting or abandoning. I have no reason to believe otherwise. Love and attachment endure, even across oceans.
I listened to this *a lot* when I was recovering after getting out of the hospital in December 2019. These were weird times... I was topped up on Prednisone, Paracetamol (4000 mg a day!) and various other meds. I'd go to bed at midnight, I'd fall asleep at around 1am -- only to be wide awake at three AM. So I'd go down, have a hearty breakfast to support my first meds round, and then run through a cup of coffee and sit down to listen to this music, on repeat, with one or two cats in my lap, in a semi-dormant state since getting 2 hours of sleep per day is not sustainable. So most listening was done subconsciously, and this music lends itself well to that. There is a poem read throughout the track that I can now recite by heart, so it did register. Months later, when I slept normal nights and didn't spend my mornings in this semi-dormant state anymore, I re-listened to it, to see if my appreciation was linked to my state of mind during this period... but I still like it as of this day. It is very well suited for these sleepy moods wherein your mind has ceased giving a fuck.
Understood! There is a time when you don't care anymore to be part of the society that we once were. I too was sick for the first quarter of 2022 and thought I may never walk again and with the shock most of my hair fell out, but little by little I regained my mobility and stopped the heavy painkillers and I am very grateful. However, I will never be the same again, I live on my pension now and took early retirement. I decided to live my life more simply and on my time without feeling like a slave any longer. I had been in the rat race since I first left school and it took my illness to make me realise that if you don't take stock and make a change it may be too late! I am an old soul but I too went along with things as I did not yet understand who I was and why I was here event hough I had asked myself that question since `I was at least 10! I would do it differently if I had my time over and could leave myself a letter to explain things to my future self! I am still young and healthy enough to make more changes and would like to live off grid for the rest of my days with some animals and some land to grow my own veggies and just give the light I hold to this beautiful planet to heal, she needs it and so do we. Blessings of peace, love and abundance to you!
I’m a lifelong Prefab Fan but Seriously This Album is Just A revelation and has to be Listened to with either a Decent Hifi system or even better a Good set of Headphones 🎧 on your own with no distractions to fully Appreciate what paddy has done here. I’m from the same neck of the woods as Paddy and he’s a Damned National Treasure as far as I’m concerned👍
A sudden crossroad between Gavin Bryars´ "Jesus´ blood never failed me yet " , Isao Tomita "Arabesque No. 1" , Kraftwerkś " Radioactivity" , and Laurie Anderson's "O Superman". Timeless...
I cried all the way through this. What a beautiful piece, it might as well be poetry. 23 and a Prefab Sprout fan for life since I discovered them. God bless Paddy McAloon. 🥲🥲😌💜
One of the greatest songs of all time. Completely timeless. This poetry opens every ear and manages to speak every word ever spoken. It reduces you to an endless child. It's like watching a gigantic movie.
This song came to me tonight and tomorrow it’s the third anniversary of my dad’s passing. It’s just a beautiful piece that bring tears, nostalgia and joy at the same time…
Listening to this 4 years later, reminiscing on the time that's passed. Hearing new meanings in the words as I've grown older. The beauty of this piece is that it can be interpreted in endless ways. Each listen is a new experience. It all depends on your mindset going in.
I loved Prefab Sprout in the 1980s like their song "When Love Breaks Down". I was amazed to hear this on college radio (WXYC from Univ. of North Carolina) today and struck by the tone-poem then very surprised that it was by the same Prefab Sprout. What a cool song!
I have always loved Prefab Sprout but this is really different than anything of theirs I've ever heard. Beautiful prose! and music. It brought tears to my eyes.
Well I've just played this four times in a row. Beautiful music and poetry - the hall mark of Paddy. If ever there were universal music which doesn't belong in any particular 'genre' like rock, pop, classical, etc it's this. It would be at home on BBC Radio 3 just as much as it would on BBC 6 Music.
This truly is a memorable, multi-faceted piece of music. I find it moves in many directions yet moves in a smooth flow. What I also find is that new words appear the more you listen to it, like hidden rooms in a huge castle which you discover as you explore it. My only regret is not discovering it until a few years after it came out in 2003 despite being a big Prefab Sprout fan I really love this track & album. a masterpiece written by a truly talented individual. Paddy McAloon, true genius!
Lyrics, COMPLETE "....I am telling myself the story of my life, stranger than song or fiction. We start with the joyful mysteries, before the appearance of ether, trying to capture the elusive: the farm where the crippled horses heal, the woods where autumn is reversed, and the longing for bliss in the arms of some beloved from the past. I said 'Your daddy loves you'. I said 'Your daddy loves you very much'; he just doesn't want to live with us anymore'. The plane comes down behind enemy lines and you don't speak the language. A girl takes pity on you: she is Mother Theresa walking among the poor, and her eyes have attained night vision. In an orchard, drenched in blue light, she changes your bandages and soothes you. All day her voice is balm, then she lowers you into the sunset. Hers is the wing span of the quotidian angel, so her feet are sore from the walk to the well of human kindness, but she gives you a name and you grow into it. Whether a tramp of the low road or a prince, riding through Wagnerian opera, you learn some, if not all, of the language. And these are the footsteps you follow - the tracks of impossible love. 12 days in Paris, and I am awaiting for life to start. In the lobby of the Hotel Charlemagne they are hanging photographs of Rap artists and minor royalty. All cigarettes have been air-brushed from these pictures, making everyone a liar, and saving no-one from their folly. As proud as Lucifer, I do nothing to hide my kerosene dress and flint eyes - which one steady look, are able to restore to these images their carcinogenic threat. So what if this is largely bravado ? I have only 12 days in Paris and I'm awaiting for life to start. I'm setting out my stall behind a sheet of dark hair, and you, the hostage of crazed hormones, will be driven to say: 'I am the next poet laurate and she is the cherry madonna, and all of the summer is hers.' At first I don't notice you, or the colour of your hair, or your readiness to laugh. I am tying a shoelace, or finding the pavement fascinating when the comet thrills the sky. Ever the dull alchemist. I have before me all the necesary elements: it is their combination that eludes me. Forgive me ... I am sleepwalking. I am jangling along to some song of the moment, suffering it's sweetness, luxuriating in it's feeble aproximation of starlight. Meanwhile there is a real world ... trains are late, doctors are breaking bad news, but I am living in a lullaby. You might be huddled in a doorway on the make, or just getting by, but I don't see it. You are my one shot at glory. Soon I will read in your expression warmth, encouragement, assent. From an acorn of interest I will cultivate whole forests of affection. I will analyse your gestures like centuries of scholars poring over Jesus'words. Anything that doesn't fit my narrow interpretation I will carelessly discard. For I am careless ... I'm shameless ... and - ('Mayday, Mayday, watch the needle leave the dial') I am reckless, I am telling myself the story of my life. Soon, I will make you a co-conspirator: if I am dizzy I will call it rapture; if I am low I will attribute it to your absence, noting your tidal effect upon my moods. Oblivious to the opinions of neighbours I will bark at the moon like a dog. In short, I'm asking to be scalded. It is the onset of fever. Yesterday they took a census. Boasting, I said 'I live two doors down from joy.' Today, bewildered and sarcastic, I phone them and ask 'Isn't it obvious? This slum is empty.' Repeat after me: happiness is only a habit. I am listening to the face in the mirror but I don't think I believe what she's telling me. Her words are modern, but her eyes have been weeping in gardens and grottoes since the Middle Ages. This is the aftermath of fever. I cool the palms of my hands upon the bars of an imaginary iron gate. Only by an extreme act of will can I avoid becoming a character in a country song: 'Lord, you gave me nothing, then took it all away.' These are the sorrowful mysteries, and I have to pay attention. In a chamber of my heart sits an accountant. He is frowning and waving red paper at me. I go to the window for air. I catch the scent of apples, I hunger for a taste, but I can't see the orchard for the rain. There are two ways of looking at this. The first is to accept that you are gone, and to light a candle at the shrine of amnesia. (I could even cheat). In the subterranean world of anaesthetics sad white canoes are forever sailing downstream in the early hours of the morning. 'Tell the stars I'm coming, make them leave a space for me; whether bones, or dust, or ashes once among them I'll be free.' It may make a glamorous song but it's dark train of thought with too many carriages. There is, of course, another way of looking at this: Your daddy loves you; I said 'Your daddy loves you very much; he doesn't want to live with us anymore.' I am telling myself the story of my life. By day and night, fancy electronic dishes are trained on the heavens. They are listening for smudged echoes of the moment of creation. They are listening for the ghost of a chance. They may help us make sense of who we are and where we came from; and, as a compassionate side effect, teach us that nothing is ever lost. So ... I rake the sky. I listen hard. I trawl the megahertz. But the net isn't fine enough, and I miss you - a swan sailing between two continents, a ghost inmune to radar. Still, my eyes are fixed upon the place I last saw you, your signal urgent but breaking, before you became cotton in a blizzard, a plane coming down behind enemy lines...."
Art is long, life is short and this is great art. A masterpiece. Thanks Paddy! Milder PS, the Swedish tribute band, recorded this epic and many other songs on their album 'Quoted Out Of Context' (2012).
Sono quei musicisti che non sono di qui, hanno quell'energia per trasmettere la migliore energia ... ciò che non è comune qui ... grazie per la musica così squisita che ordina i pezzi dell'anima!!!!!
Insanely gorgeous. The background music alone might feel somehow overly sentimental film-score fodder but just works incredibly well with the poem, which is pure genius. I feel incredibly inspired. Discovered this via Man Power's techno banger We Trawl The Hurts. A deep bow of gratitude for this piece of perfection
"Hers is the wing span of the quotidian angel, So her feet are sore from the walk To the well of human kindness, But she gives you a name and you grow into it." Floors me. To be not quite sure why makes it all the more moving.
I like this, i am a fan of ambient/IDM/orchestral/electronic kinda stuff. Also it is neat, i have played with my 25W illegal FM transmitter, transmitting from the top of a hill. Hitting 130,000 people i bet. I have played this video/song lol... also i do enjoy listening to shortwave radio, to see what there is. and to see/confirm where and how far it is transmitted from
Would you believe Sam Hyde said this is a song that emotionally moves him? Sometimes I have trouble knowing what is joke and truth with him, but after a listen I believe he spoke true. This was pleasant.
There is only a few tracks that have come close to reaching this track. Section 25- the process comes to mind... Life without buildings - sorrow Chris and Cosey - October love song
An aural and dreamy paradise of a journey.......just so sorry Yvonne Connors vocal just isn’t mixed/defined enough in some sections, even on the remastered version.
The lines -
"I said 'Your daddy loves you'.
I said 'Your daddy loves you very much';
He just doesn't want to live with us anymore'", just takes me apart every time I hear it...
Me too , and it's very pertinent . I left my son when he was less than five years old and moved from London to the USA . I listened to this track and imagined my ex trying to explain it to my kid
@@richardumfreville6914 I hope and trust that moving didn't mean 'leaving', at least not in the sense of neglecting or abandoning. I have no reason to believe otherwise. Love and attachment endure, even across oceans.
In the future this will be referred to as a masterpiece.
We are already in that future
I’m inclined to think of it as such already. 😎👍🏻
One of his masterpieces for sure when love breaks down and goodbye lucille #1 (johnny johnny) are two more of his masterpieces
I time traveled from the past to listen to this song.
wish the chick would be quiet so i could enjoy the piece. typical.
I listened to this *a lot* when I was recovering after getting out of the hospital in December 2019. These were weird times... I was topped up on Prednisone, Paracetamol (4000 mg a day!) and various other meds. I'd go to bed at midnight, I'd fall asleep at around 1am -- only to be wide awake at three AM. So I'd go down, have a hearty breakfast to support my first meds round, and then run through a cup of coffee and sit down to listen to this music, on repeat, with one or two cats in my lap, in a semi-dormant state since getting 2 hours of sleep per day is not sustainable. So most listening was done subconsciously, and this music lends itself well to that. There is a poem read throughout the track that I can now recite by heart, so it did register.
Months later, when I slept normal nights and didn't spend my mornings in this semi-dormant state anymore, I re-listened to it, to see if my appreciation was linked to my state of mind during this period... but I still like it as of this day. It is very well suited for these sleepy moods wherein your mind has ceased giving a fuck.
Incredible story, thanks for sharing
Understood! There is a time when you don't care anymore to be part of the society that we once were. I too was sick for the first quarter of 2022 and thought I may never walk again and with the shock most of my hair fell out, but little by little I regained my mobility and stopped the heavy painkillers and I am very grateful. However, I will never be the same again, I live on my pension now and took early retirement. I decided to live my life more simply and on my time without feeling like a slave any longer. I had been in the rat race since I first left school and it took my illness to make me realise that if you don't take stock and make a change it may be too late! I am an old soul but I too went along with things as I did not yet understand who I was and why I was here event hough I had asked myself that question since `I was at least 10! I would do it differently if I had my time over and could leave myself a letter to explain things to my future self! I am still young and healthy enough to make more changes and would like to live off grid for the rest of my days with some animals and some land to grow my own veggies and just give the light I hold to this beautiful planet to heal, she needs it and so do we. Blessings of peace, love and abundance to you!
wish the chick would be quiet so i could enjoy the piece. typical.
I wish the music was lower so I COULD enjoy hearing the "chick".
"Chick" my ass.
I’m a lifelong Prefab Fan but Seriously
This Album is Just A revelation and has to be Listened to with either a Decent Hifi system or even better a Good set of Headphones 🎧 on your own with no distractions to fully Appreciate what paddy has done here.
I’m from the same neck of the woods as Paddy and he’s a Damned National Treasure as far as I’m concerned👍
I’m not from the same neck of the woods as Paddy- he’s an international treasure as far as I’m concerned
wish the chick would be quiet so i could enjoy the piece. typical.
@@Hoodinator17 the Chicks voice I’m of the opinion just adds to the Ambience of the Song (and it’s Peace not Piece😜)
@@Hoodinator17Holy crap, you're completely right - this babbling sucks!
Rgds from Germany
A sudden crossroad between Gavin Bryars´ "Jesus´ blood never failed me yet " , Isao Tomita "Arabesque No. 1" , Kraftwerkś " Radioactivity" , and Laurie Anderson's "O Superman". Timeless...
Joe Frank is another good reference point.
wish the chick would be quiet so i could enjoy the piece. typical.
Christ. This makes me well up each and every time I hear it. A masterpiece.
Well said, Tom! Nice to catch you here. Scroll up for the more 'profound' stuff. Or just play this sublime piece of music again. That would work.
@@StonefieldJim4 'fraid so. Also on UA-cam, causing trouble...
wish the chick would be quiet so i could enjoy the piece. typical.
I cried all the way through this.
What a beautiful piece, it might as well be poetry.
23 and a Prefab Sprout fan for life since I discovered them.
God bless Paddy McAloon. 🥲🥲😌💜
wish the chick would be quiet so i could enjoy the piece. typical.
McAloon is a genuine genuis and up there with the finist composers and songwriters...
No doubt!! My friend, no doubt! 👍🏼👍🏼
YES ABSOLUTELY !!!!!!
So wonderfully true this guy should have got a lifetime Grammy award at least a decade ago
wish the chick would be quiet so i could enjoy the piece. typical.
I just wanted to give Paddy a hug for writing such a masterpiece
wish the chick would be quiet so i could enjoy the piece. typical.
@@Hoodinator17 the lyrics and the soothing voice are part of how this is truly a masterpiece, so I will have to say she needs to continue to talk :)
One of the greatest songs of all time. Completely timeless. This poetry opens every ear and manages to speak every word ever spoken. It reduces you to an endless child. It's like watching a gigantic movie.
An absolutely stunning song. Big ups to Charlie Bones for playing this treasure on Do! You!! I never knew that I needed this in my life.
He just played it again and here I am!
What's 'Do! You!!'? I'm intrigued.
@@StonefieldJim4 it's a radio show!
Lord u give me nothing and u took it all away
A classic line
I picture a sunny afternoon on a quiet stretch of flowing river to listen with like minded friends.... thanks paddy 🖐️
Sublime. I have never loved anyone's music like Paddy's.
This song came to me tonight and tomorrow it’s the third anniversary of my dad’s passing. It’s just a beautiful piece that bring tears, nostalgia and joy at the same time…
Listening to this 4 years later, reminiscing on the time that's passed. Hearing new meanings in the words as I've grown older. The beauty of this piece is that it can be interpreted in endless ways. Each listen is a new experience. It all depends on your mindset going in.
Sort of Sylvian - Sakamoto groove.
I love this. Congrats!
I loved Prefab Sprout in the 1980s like their song "When Love Breaks Down". I was amazed to hear this on college radio (WXYC from Univ. of North Carolina) today and struck by the tone-poem then very surprised that it was by the same Prefab Sprout. What a cool song!
I have always loved Prefab Sprout but this is really different than anything of theirs I've ever heard. Beautiful prose! and music. It brought tears to my eyes.
is it that different? I hear paddy all over this.... its got sleigh bells for christs sake! lol :P
Well I've just played this four times in a row. Beautiful music and poetry - the hall mark of Paddy. If ever there were universal music which doesn't belong in any particular 'genre' like rock, pop, classical, etc it's this. It would be at home on BBC Radio 3 just as much as it would on BBC 6 Music.
This truly is a memorable, multi-faceted piece of music. I find it moves in many directions yet moves in a smooth flow. What I also find is that new words appear the more you listen to it, like hidden rooms in a huge castle which you discover as you explore it.
My only regret is not discovering it until a few years after it came out in 2003 despite being a big Prefab Sprout fan
I really love this track & album. a masterpiece written by a truly talented individual. Paddy McAloon, true genius!
Lyrics, COMPLETE "....I am telling myself the story of my life,
stranger than song or fiction.
We start with the joyful mysteries,
before the appearance of ether,
trying to capture the elusive:
the farm where the crippled horses heal,
the woods where autumn is reversed,
and the longing for bliss in the arms
of some beloved from the past.
I said 'Your daddy loves you'.
I said 'Your daddy loves you very much';
he just doesn't want to live with us anymore'.
The plane comes down behind enemy lines
and you don't speak the language.
A girl takes pity on you:
she is Mother Theresa walking among the poor,
and her eyes have attained night vision.
In an orchard, drenched in blue light,
she changes your bandages and soothes you.
All day her voice is balm,
then she lowers you into the sunset.
Hers is the wing span of the quotidian angel,
so her feet are sore from the walk
to the well of human kindness,
but she gives you a name and you grow into it.
Whether a tramp of the low road or a prince,
riding through Wagnerian opera,
you learn some, if not all, of the language.
And these are the footsteps you follow
- the tracks of impossible love.
12 days in Paris,
and I am awaiting for life to start.
In the lobby of the Hotel Charlemagne
they are hanging photographs
of Rap artists and minor royalty.
All cigarettes have been air-brushed from these pictures,
making everyone a liar,
and saving no-one from their folly.
As proud as Lucifer, I do nothing to hide
my kerosene dress and flint eyes
- which one steady look, are able to restore
to these images their carcinogenic threat.
So what if this is largely bravado ?
I have only 12 days in Paris
and I'm awaiting for life to start.
I'm setting out my stall behind a sheet of dark hair,
and you, the hostage of crazed hormones,
will be driven to say:
'I am the next poet laurate
and she is the cherry madonna,
and all of the summer is hers.'
At first I don't notice you,
or the colour of your hair,
or your readiness to laugh.
I am tying a shoelace,
or finding the pavement fascinating
when the comet thrills the sky.
Ever the dull alchemist.
I have before me all the necesary elements:
it is their combination that eludes me.
Forgive me ... I am sleepwalking.
I am jangling along to some song of the moment,
suffering it's sweetness,
luxuriating in it's feeble aproximation of starlight.
Meanwhile there is a real world ...
trains are late, doctors are breaking bad news,
but I am living in a lullaby.
You might be huddled in a doorway on the make,
or just getting by, but I don't see it.
You are my one shot at glory.
Soon I will read in your expression
warmth, encouragement, assent.
From an acorn of interest
I will cultivate whole forests of affection.
I will analyse your gestures
like centuries of scholars
poring over Jesus'words.
Anything that doesn't fit my narrow interpretation
I will carelessly discard.
For I am careless ... I'm shameless ... and -
('Mayday, Mayday, watch the needle leave the dial')
I am reckless,
I am telling myself the story of my life.
Soon, I will make you a co-conspirator:
if I am dizzy I will call it rapture;
if I am low I will attribute it to your absence,
noting your tidal effect upon my moods.
Oblivious to the opinions of neighbours
I will bark at the moon like a dog.
In short, I'm asking to be scalded.
It is the onset of fever.
Yesterday they took a census.
Boasting, I said 'I live two doors down from joy.'
Today, bewildered and sarcastic, I phone them and ask
'Isn't it obvious? This slum is empty.'
Repeat after me: happiness is only a habit.
I am listening to the face in the mirror
but I don't think I believe what she's telling me.
Her words are modern, but her eyes have been weeping
in gardens and grottoes since the Middle Ages.
This is the aftermath of fever.
I cool the palms of my hands upon the bars
of an imaginary iron gate.
Only by an extreme act of will can I avoid
becoming a character in a country song:
'Lord, you gave me nothing, then took it all away.'
These are the sorrowful mysteries,
and I have to pay attention.
In a chamber of my heart sits an accountant.
He is frowning and waving red paper at me.
I go to the window for air.
I catch the scent of apples,
I hunger for a taste,
but I can't see the orchard for the rain.
There are two ways of looking at this.
The first is to accept that you are gone,
and to light a candle at the shrine of amnesia.
(I could even cheat).
In the subterranean world of anaesthetics
sad white canoes are forever sailing downstream
in the early hours of the morning.
'Tell the stars I'm coming,
make them leave a space for me;
whether bones, or dust,
or ashes once among them I'll be free.'
It may make a glamorous song
but it's dark train of thought
with too many carriages.
There is, of course,
another way of looking at this:
Your daddy loves you; I said
'Your daddy loves you very much;
he doesn't want to live with us anymore.'
I am telling myself the story of my life.
By day and night, fancy electronic dishes
are trained on the heavens.
They are listening for smudged echoes
of the moment of creation.
They are listening for the ghost of a chance.
They may help us make sense of who we are
and where we came from;
and, as a compassionate side effect,
teach us that nothing is ever lost.
So ... I rake the sky.
I listen hard.
I trawl the megahertz.
But the net isn't fine enough,
and I miss you
- a swan sailing between two continents,
a ghost inmune to radar.
Still, my eyes are fixed upon
the place I last saw you,
your signal urgent but breaking,
before you became cotton in a blizzard,
a plane coming down behind enemy lines...."
Now that’s Simply Awesomeness in Words🙏
Merci pour la traduction.. magique.🤩☀️🌜😉
wish the chick would be quiet so i could enjoy the piece. typical.
Beautiful, just Beautiful! Never gave it much attention before now...and I LOVE Prefab Sprout!!
Superb, thanks to Hannah Peel for playing this on BBC Radio 3's wonderful "Night Tracks"
Got a message that Paddy released a new album - WOW !!! He´s totally underestimated in the music scene !!!
Art is long, life is short and this is great art. A masterpiece. Thanks Paddy!
Milder PS, the Swedish tribute band, recorded this epic and many other songs on their album 'Quoted Out Of Context' (2012).
Sono quei musicisti che non sono di qui, hanno quell'energia per trasmettere la migliore energia ... ciò che non è comune qui ... grazie per la musica così squisita che ordina i pezzi dell'anima!!!!!
One of the best pieces of music I've ever heard. Oh my godd INCREDIBLE!!! SO emotionally moving, what a masterpiece
Reminds me why i like stuff like the Sprouts and Joni Mitchell. Got that mood.
Not expecting this, amazing.
I love this, Paddy is a genius !
Insanely gorgeous. The background music alone might feel somehow overly sentimental film-score fodder but just works incredibly well with the poem, which is pure genius. I feel incredibly inspired. Discovered this via Man Power's techno banger We Trawl The Hurts. A deep bow of gratitude for this piece of perfection
Why do I feel like I'm watching a movie of a dream I had?
"Hers is the wing span of the quotidian angel,
So her feet are sore from the walk
To the well of human kindness,
But she gives you a name and you grow into it."
Floors me. To be not quite sure why makes it all the more moving.
You're the king of Megahertz...completely. Awesome masterpiece!
Oh my God, what a Masterpiece ❤🎵🎼🎶 Thank you very much Paddy 🙏
L'ho ascoltata tutta in una fredda domenica mattina e devo dire molto piacevole. Sempre bravi e sperimentali, grandi Prefab 👍🏻
Absolutely brilliant. It's similar to St Eteinne's Teenage Winter....... Both pure magic.
Absolutely amazing sheer genius
I agree with all the great comments.
Didn't know there was a new album by paddy.
My bad.
genius
Kings of rock n roll from Langston down to Memphis.
What a masterpiece. Never disapointed.
wish the chick would be quiet so i could enjoy the piece. typical.
Juste bon et encore meilleur... très belle orchestre symphonique.. merci
J'aime énormément 💓🙏💓🙏🙌🦋🦋
So beautiful
I like this, i am a fan of ambient/IDM/orchestral/electronic kinda stuff. Also it is neat, i have played with my 25W illegal FM transmitter, transmitting from the top of a hill. Hitting 130,000 people i bet. I have played this video/song lol... also i do enjoy listening to shortwave radio, to see what there is. and to see/confirm where and how far it is transmitted from
Thank you Sam
thanks sam. this is really great.
best human song ever?
Maybe even surpasses any squid's or octopus'
Yes.
@@princeanime squid have some slammers tbf, those warp tracks slap
Absolutely brilliant. I love this.
Changed me.
Wonderfully melancholic
Would you believe Sam Hyde said this is a song that emotionally moves him? Sometimes I have trouble knowing what is joke and truth with him, but after a listen I believe he spoke true. This was pleasant.
lmfao when did he say this ?
Love this music.
Love the bit prior to the narration
Where she says at first i dont notice you
INCREDIBLE BEAUTIFUL
Poor beauty. No. Pure beauty that is....
There is only a few tracks that have come close to reaching this track.
Section 25- the process comes to mind...
Life without buildings - sorrow
Chris and Cosey - October love song
Absolutamente divino. Muito obrigado.
I listened to this from beginning to end....
I'm sensing that Mark Hollis is listening to this...
For moments I feel it's Caroline Polachek speaking, specially in the last parts. This piece is HYPNOTIZING to say the least
Stratosferica!!!!
An aural and dreamy paradise of a journey.......just so sorry Yvonne Connors vocal just isn’t mixed/defined enough in some sections, even on the remastered version.
omg, what a beauty
Thank you.
where can i find more music like this? i’m in awe.
You can’t. That’s what makes it so beautiful.
Exquisite
Thank you John Kelly, Thank you T, away at sea, adrift, what's next?
Sublime.
Whose here from room 401- 30th September 2021??
Me
Sadly
Great track! :)
An instant "share" button beauty X
love
I like this music.
Possibly one of the saddest songs ever written.
Not sure why it needed to be re-badged as a Prefab Sprout album? It's like Paul Mccartney re-releasing "Tug of War" as a Wings album
That bit about the daddy not wanting to live with them….
I know I am not sad, but I don't know why I'm crying
16:25 on - get's to me every time...
Sam Hyde spoke about this song years ago. Such a beautiful masterpiece.
Inefable.
7 lost souls
I think paddy mcaloon might like meredith monk, even though her music is nothing like his . Atlas is a good one part 1 choosing companions
So this isn't Laurie Anderson?
MDE never dies
He can’t keep getting away with it!!!
it died nearly 5 years ago
Anyone else think ‘tomita’ ?
nice robbing paddy of royalties .. while yo selling adverts . 😮