Elbow han publicado el videoclip oficial del nuevo single ‘Fly Boy Blue Lunette’. La canción es el primer tema extraído de su sexto álbum de estudio que se titulará ‘The Take Off And Landing Of Everything’ y que ha sido programado para llegar a las tiendas a partir del 30 de marzo de 2014.
El nuevo disco de Elbow, que pudo llamarse ‘Carry Her, Carry Me’, ha sido grabado en los estudios Real World de Peter Gabriel, cerca de Bath, y que en pasado hospedaron artistas del calibre de Jay Z, Muse, Take That, New Order y Placebo.
Estas son algunas de las canciones que serán incluidas en el tracklist de ‘The Take Off And Landing Of Everything’: “New York Morning”, “Charge”, “The Blanket Of Night”, “This Blue World”, “My Sad Captains” y “Colour Fields”.
Elbow está preparando ocho conciertos en el Reino Unido que servirán para promocionar el nuevo álbum, antes de la gira oficial en toda Europa.
A continuación, la letra de ‘Fly Boy Blue Lunette’:
It’s a lethal ballet
Air traffic congestion
I’m having a baby
Second thoughts, scotch, dinner
And someone’s dancing on the box
A former MP
And no one was watching
My oldest friends are a serious habit
Fly boy blue, so bring your faces home,
To my sweet trampoline
And acres of crash site love
Someone’s dancing on the box
A former MP
And no one was watching
My oldest friends are a serious habit
Fly boy blue, so bring your faces home
To my sweet trampoline
And acres of crash site love
Presidential delays
Suppose I’m just lucky
I’m having a shin dig
Me, Red Bob and the ivory host
And someone’s shouting on the box
A chinless prefect gone Godzilla
My newest friends have forgotten my name
But so have I, so far so good and home
You and me trampoline and oceans of crash site love
What can be said of the cigarette smokes
A prop for a joke or a mark on the clock
If I stopped would the bus ever come
Would the dawn ever kiss me, forgiven me, knowing what’s done
Would the drivel make scribble make sense and then song
Would the woodbines divide like the northern man’s thumbs
Perverse as it may sound I sometimes believe
The tip to my lips just reminds me to breathe
What can be said of the whiskey and wine
Random abandon or ballast for joy
That was scuppered with trust, little more than a boy
And besides I’m in excellent company
I’m reaching the age when decisions are made
On life and living and I’m sure last ditch
That’ll I’ll ask for more time
But mother forgive me
I’ll still want a double of good Irish whiskey and a bundle of smokes in my grave
But there isn’t words yet for the comfort I get
From the gentle lunette at the top of the nape of the neck that I wake to
And where are the words for the leap in my chest
When mischief appears either side of the scar on your nose
Made by a rose thorn, so you claim
By a rose thorn
