ARTS & SCIENCES

by James Cook

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Debut Solo Album from James Cook.

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released 01 December 2011
All instruments, voice, acoustic, electric and bass guitar, synths, piano, percussion and drum programming by James Cook

All songs/music written/arranged/recorded/produced by James Cook
except Face to Face and Circus of Our Lives, lyrics James Cook, music James Cook and Anne Marie Kirby
All String arrangements by Anne Marie Kirby,
Performed by The Dollhouse Strings
Drums by Tom Marsh recorded at Studio East by Simon Wangemann and Ed East
End of Summer: Chris Corner (vocals, drums, programming), Janine Gezang (vocals)
Recorded/programmed on Laptop and Logic in Berlin,
Turnwerk Studio B/C, Deep See Studios and Studio East except …
Face to Face, Circus of Our Lives and Selling Ideas recorded by James Cook/Gordon Raphael in Deep See Studios London, Studio East and Gordotronic Studios.
Executive Production by Chris Corner in Turnwerk A
Mixed by James Cook and Milan Adamik except
Face To Face and End of Summer mixed by Chris Corner
Selling Ideas, Black Market Futures mixed by Mia Becker
Circus of Our Lives mixed by James Cook and Gordon Raphael
Additional tweaks and Mastering by Milan Adamik at Masterworks
Album photos by Chris Corner
Design by Andrea Fröhner, www.andrea-froehner.de

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tags: baroque electronic guitar pop chris corner cinematic orchestra electronic gordon raphael iamx james cook nemo strings the strokes Berlin

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Track Name: THE SELF MACHINE
Standing in line in the queue for the cash machine
Success is an illusion, with an element of progress
Moving slowly to the beat of a silent drum
Scared to make a sudden movement,
Like a rabbit in a headlock

You're alone with the Self Machine,
You're alone with the Self Machine,
You're all alone and in love with the Self Machine

Sitting on a beach very chilly in the setting sun
Claustrophobic in the tundra, with an embarrassment of riches
Everybody happy, is there anybody having fun?
Trapped inside a calculator, bleeding like a radiator

You're alone with the Self Machine,
You're alone with the Self Machine,
You're all alone and in love with the Self Machine
You're alone with the Self Machine, admit it
There's something wrong with your self esteem
Track Name: GOVERNMENT KID
Hanging out with a Government Kid
Checking out the infinity clutches.
Stick around and watch him making a mess
He's a sucker for the girl in the crutches

It's so good to see you in another world
So good to see you with another girl
So good to see you in another world
So good to see you

You fell in love with a Government Kid
Patronising all the primitive masses
Took a trip to the media's edge
Forming obsessions with people in glasses

Slow it down, our frozen, black economy is crashing down
We're in flight all alone now

In spite of our own worlds, we're in flight all alone now

You've got to find some time to burn it down
You've got to burn it down right, slow it down
You've got to find some time to burn it down
You've gotta burn it down

Hanging out with a Government Kid
Track Name: WRONG EMPIRE
We're suspended, and regressing
Interlocking, interspersing with our fears
Crying water without tears
In the rollercoaster years

It's a mystery we're unlocking
Try unmasking, without knocking on on the wall
From the doorway in the hall
I can see my empire fall

We are alone, in the end
We are suspended by our friends
This is the part of me that I complete without you
You were a fool, I am a seed
I am the object of your greed
I am astounded by the crass insinuations that you make

This is the Wrong Empire

Crass beginnings, cruel anarchy
In the bedroom we are shocking ourselves cold
With the fear of growing old,
And the markets undersold

But we can reload and pretend
When aspiration starts to end
I am unblocking all the exits in the fortress of my mind
We can be small, I can believe
When the inertia starts to ease
We can alone define our own emancipation, or be free

This is the Wrong Empire, this is the Wrong Empire
We had it all, we owned it all,
But we were the Wrong Empire
Track Name: END OF SUMMER (feat. IAMX)
I was born on a criminal island
I was raised upon the chicken reserve
I was taught by the obedient minors
I soon learnt initiations hurt

Blending myself into the stench of tyrants
Wanting much more than they thought i deserved
When i was tried, they tied me to the altar
Challenging me until the rumours burnt.

So what went wrong at the end of the summer?
Man we were lost it was the end of the line
What went wrong at the end of the summer
Then we were loaded on the thrill of the ride

Taking their time to run you through the mill
Knowing your way around the dollar bill
Questioning answers in unusual ways
Making your way, and then the world's your oyster

But what went wrong at the end of the summer?
Man we were lost it was the end of the line
What went wrong at the end of the summer
Then we were loaded on the thrill of the ride

And the world is so full of laughter
It's as though were not on fire
Even though we're lower than the angels
We can still catch our soul on fire
Track Name: SELLING IDEAS
Stand too close to the bubbles
Getting splashed when they burst in the sky
Dreaming of a life less troubled,
But that dream is a pipe dream
The rain pisses down at twilight
Muddy rain in a drain, in a hole in the ground
But I'm not gonna wallow
Cos I've got this hole that I've got to get out

And I mean it, that I feel it, and I really want to face it
That I need you, my friends, to catch me when i fall

We're selling ideas to alleviate our fears
We're throwing it all away

We want to settle down, cos we're too old to get around

And I mean it, that I feel it, and I really want to face it
That I need you, my friends, to catch me when i fall

We're selling ideas to illuminate our fears
We're throwing it all away

We're selling ideas to eliminate out peers
We're throwing it all away

We're selling ideas, we're shedding our tears
We're throwing ideas away
Track Name: ARTS & SCIENCES
Arts and sciences, love and politics
They connect to me, know your enemy ...
I was a child of the eighties,
that’s how I started creating
With real pop stars and better tv shows
That’s how my nostalgia remembers
When I was a teenager in the nineties
The Englishmen rediscovered their guitars
They reinvented London in the sixties
I arrived at the arse end of Britpop...
Arts and Sciences, they connect to me
Love and Politics, know your enemies
They surrender to everything that’s hateful
They surrender to everything thats painful
They surrender to everything (don’t surrender)
I didn’t have a computer
My mobile phone was a Nokia
We started using technology for music
Into another millennia
With our new friends we could reimpose electro
We had to fix the broken manifesto
We celebrated our scene within the system
No one in London was listening...
Now I am living in Berlin
Another decade looming in
But in the fortress of solitude and exile
We’re doing better than ever ...
Arts and sciences, they connect to me
Love and Politics, it gives me energy
Oh Arts and Sciences,
my Love of Politics
Don’t surrender to anyone
Just surrender to everyone
Don’t surrender to anyone
Never surrender.
Track Name: BLACK MARKET FUTURES
Make your manifesto a blind ode to joy
Tear down the blankets, your time was wasted
Bleed another life force, all words are stupid
No other methods are so crass, tired and tasteless
Waking on a Sunday, living out of suitcases
Black Market Futures
Make it on Tuesday, otherwise it’s useless
For Black Market Futures
Tear down the records and burn down the bookcase
Grandfather’s clockwork is failed, worn and faceless,
“Ding dong” the bells ring
The chimes of the charmless
The burdens of the future will be forever timeless
Waking on a Sunday, living out of suitcases
Black Market Futures
Make it on Tuesday, otherwise it’s useless
For Black Market Futures
The burnt out starlight and broke imaginations of
Black Market Futures
Hollow out the lamplight and wear that tie right
It’s Black Market Futures
We are starting over again.
This is our revolution
We know it can happen again
Welcome to Black Market Futures
Track Name: SEDIMENT IN WINE
I am not sure of your virtue
As I am forced into a corner
And you can walk the earth in my shoes
I will not conspire against you
But if you chose to infiltrate me
Then I will bleed just like the others
And you can sentence me, the victim,
I will not conspire against you
Like sediment in wine
You will sink to the bottom in the end
As we march on into China
With our epiphanies all around us
We are the satellite kings of England
With the Queens of Arizona
And when our time to rule is over
Then we will disappear into the darkness
Like sediment in wine
You will sink to the bottom in the end
Does our history count for nothing
Or is it history that we’re scared of ...?
Track Name: FACE TO FACE
I hear the cars roll past my bed
Calm waves of engines soothing my head
They sometimes sing a lullaby
Those guardian angels that are trapped inside
There’s no comfort in well meant sympathy
The situation remains ...
There is no room for being sentimental
March of time is never ceasing
And all that’s left for us to come to terms with
Is the fact that we’re still face to face
Everything changes except this room
The walls are silent, as a witness, mute
Track Name: CIRCUS OF OUR LIVES
Should I wait for the time when you promise the earth?
We cross our hearts and hope to die
Chase no mistakes, they’re lost on the way
You’ve made your statements and I’ve sealed my fate
It’s not something I should know
Know how to fake when sorrow shows
We won’t be here tommorrow
So take my hand and lead the blind
In the circus of our lives
Should I wait for the change?
It’s a matter of time
Reach further on, our future’s made
Pause through the storm it’s over again
Slowly the rumours of conscience will fade
But it’s not something I should know
Know how to fake when sorrow shows
We won’t be here tommorrow
So take my hand and lead the blind
In the circus of our lives
I wish I knew what I know now
But every thought reminds me how
This oversight of appetite is gone
In the circus of our lives
All fantasies dissolve away,
In every girl I see your face
In every town, in every place, you’re there
In the circus of our lives