° People Who Died
° Work Not Play
° Differing Touch
° It's Too Late
° Wicked Gravity
° I Want the Angel
° City Drops Into the Night
° Dry Dreams
° Jealous Twin
° Plain Division
° Voices ° Lorraine
° (No More) Luxuries
° I Write Your Name
° Love Crimes
° Catholic Boy
° Day and Night
The liner notes include a statement by Carroll plus an extended
essay by Lenny Kaye. Carroll writes:
This rock 'n' roll period '79-'85, it was a dream time. Like some major aboriginal
walkabout, I was moving on some music memory, just following the song-lines. Instead of
underground water holes beneath me, revealed by thermal changes of body and soul, I found
riffs and lyrics. A great band pulled up in a VW Bus and I hopped in.
It was a high that nobody could put a whack on. It took two or three years before we
even relized we were fucking entertainers.
Obviously, this dream walk was notall cake walk, for myself or the band. Silent points
of disintegration will not be touched on here. Who cares, and who has a clue anyway . . .
the past comes up on you too fast for answers; only the music's recorded.
And everyone who played in the band burned to put it out, in the studio and on the
I can't capsulize the songs, music-wise . . . lyric-wise. Actually, I suppose I could,
but I beg to be spared the task. Besides, I coudn't do it any better than anyone else in
possession of this package. I've always tried to make the lyrics (as with poems) just
imagery abstract or evocative enough for anyone's take on them to be totally correct.
Since they were written in a five-year fugue-state, there's no time limit.