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"Dance of the Mummers" is a song about the eternal battle between individual desire and wider social expectations, set to an imagined parade of mummers as they navigate the streets of Teesside during an infamous storm in 1968.
lyrics
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’68, summertime, July, papier mache magpie.
Seven miles of ashen smog and brume blotting out the sky.
A cascade of hail and sheets of rain bringing down the dark.
The iconoclasts shod in bast shoes, they hoot and squawk and bark.
Midnight at midday.
Hessian sackcloth covered face.
Empty playground and the only sound is thunderous drumfire.
Praying parish folk swept from the streets into a new born mire.
The question posed, how is it this is what comes of the true devout?
Knocking at your door, the question asked, are you coming out?
Midnight at midday.
Scattered coins in an ashtray.
Take a sip from the cup, take a look directly up.
They are in your kitchen.
Revel in the night, rest in the day.
We don’t need the light to stage our play.
What looks like a storm is just a bad thought clouded in your mind.
Take a step of the dance and soon enough you will be fine.
What feels like a flood is so called good beliefs that chill your skin.
Let us in to entertain you and the gaiety begin.
Midnight at midday.
These are games that we play.
I was once a proud and sullen child, fearful of the gales,
That blew half the Tees up from the valley and down on our shales.
Now I am a horse, now I am a kiln, now I am a queen.
Now I am the Tees, now I am the great unseen.
Midnight at midday.
Burn it all, burn it all away.
Take a sip from the cup, take a look directly up.
They are your sisters.
Revel in the night, rest in the day.
We don’t need the light to stage our play.
We don’t need a drum to beat out our tune.
We don’t need to work to make a fortune.
Michael, you are a man.
Michael, you more than a man.
Michael, you are a man.
Michael, you are more of a man than I will ever be.
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credits
from
Dance of the Mummers,
released June 3, 2020
Music and words by Platitude Queen.
Mixed by J. S. Gordon.
Mastered by Matthew Deamer at Glide Studio in Leeds
www.glidestudio.co.uk
Artwork by J. S. Gordon
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