Figured the best way to start would be to attach the Stone Roses song we take our name from. The Roses were the soundtrack of Madchester's summer of '89, the summer many see as the starting point of ecstasy and electronic music's (read: rave's) injection into the modern popular culture mainstream. No-one captured the wooziness, the glorious disorientation, the inherent fuck-you spirit of the times as decisively. (Song Titles: I am the Resurrection ; I wanna be adored)
They would only release one album of consequence (1989), as a contractual war between the suits of some record companies delayed their follow up to 1994, by which time Brit Pop was the scene and the Roses, 5 years removed, seen as no longer of it. Nevertheless, The Stone Roses (1989) continues to be an album the Q magazine readers (Brit music nerds) vote as one of the 10 greatest albums of all time.
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| The Jackson Pollock-inspired album artwork that would become their staple |
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| The first time I saw Ian Brown, I was struck by how "Oasis" his look was. Thing is - this is 4 years before them. |
She Bangs the Drums - Lyrics
I can feel the earth begin to move
I hear my needle hit the groove
And spiral through another day
I hear my song begin to say
Kiss me where the sun don't shine
The past was yours
But the future's mine
You're all out of time
I don't feel too steady on my feet
I feel hollow I feel weak
Passion fruit and holy bread
Fill my guts and ease my head
Through the early morning sun
I can see her here she comes
She bangs the drums
Have you seen her have you heard
The way she plays there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass
She'll be the first she'll be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel
Have you seen her have you heard
The way she plays there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass
She'll be the first she'll be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel
Have you seen her have you heard
The way she plays there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass
She'll be the first she'll be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel
I hear my needle hit the groove
And spiral through another day
I hear my song begin to say
Kiss me where the sun don't shine
The past was yours
But the future's mine
You're all out of time
I don't feel too steady on my feet
I feel hollow I feel weak
Passion fruit and holy bread
Fill my guts and ease my head
Through the early morning sun
I can see her here she comes
She bangs the drums
Have you seen her have you heard
The way she plays there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass
She'll be the first she'll be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel
Have you seen her have you heard
The way she plays there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass
She'll be the first she'll be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel
Have you seen her have you heard
The way she plays there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass
She'll be the first she'll be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel
-Marlon
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