Last Holiday Before Divorce - Deleted Scenes From An Unfinished Sequel

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A collection of songs in various states of completion, that could have (should have?) made up our sophomore album. As it was, it turned out to be a farewell gift to the faithful. Some of it is still brilliant, though, and Rob will still fiercely defend Art Is No Defence to anyone who dares dismiss it.

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released May 15, 2008

David Shah - Vocals
Alex Potterill - Keyboards/Programming/Vocals
Rob Britton - Guitars/Keyboards/Vocals
David Barnett - Bass/Vocals
Steve Brummell - Drums

Recorder on Kick Me by Jenni Britton
Saxophone on Not Quite Right / Not Quite Not Right by Phil Whaite

Recorded & produced by Alex Potterill in N19
except 4 & 7 recorded at Bark, engineered by Brian O'Shaughnessy
5 recorded & produced by Rob Britton in N8 & David Shah in SE3
13 recorded & produced by Richard Adderley, with additional production by Rob Britton

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Luxembourg are a British five-piece indie band, formed in London in 2001. Most often compared to artists like Pulp, The Smiths, Suede and Roxy Music, they have been described as "pop noir".

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Track Name: I'm A Phantom
pulling in at the station
leaving little trail
i’m a phantom

picked up in a real car
its presence large as life
the holiday you’re due to go on

i’ve been there and it’s all right
but not for anyone who’s travelling alone

letting down your guard
and telling me there’s nothing wrong but boredom

fork
spoon
knife

back at mine
lash the bolts across the door
throw up on the laminate floor of my life

back at mine
lash the bolts across the door
throw up on the never-quite-clean floor of my life
Track Name: Last Lap (demo)
he’s driving up and down the country
a proud man with a big…
wheel between his legs

he’s taking rubbish here, tat there
but not taking any crap off anyone

but if he closed his eyes
the lorry would keep rolling on and on
the cabin would cocoon him
it’s warm
the amber lights would stretch on and on

he’s wearing polyester blue trousers
a sewn-in seam gracing the middle of the front
trading motorway for carriageway
not imagining there could be another way

these days, his thighs…
they form a lap
as he completes another lap
he thinks that’s not right for a real man

mostly, his thighs…
they form a lap
as he completes another lap
he thinks that’s not right for a real man

his thoughts drift
his eyes close
the sounds blur
his eyes close
but the road stretches on

i think i’m in love
Track Name: Radio (demo)
well, i can’t talk about right now
but the past might be safer ground
let’s say you pick the month and i, the century
oh, but you’ll never know me

i like your big idea, antonio
but then you get done over by so and so
now you only look pretty on the radio
that’s how we sleep at night

now it’s 1937, so away you go
you’ve pointed out the problem but still on it goes
so you’re never gonna hear me on the radio
that’s how i sleep at night
i want to be kissed in a velvet summer

what a way of passing my time
re-inventing old parlour rhymes
from charades, i progressed to blind man’s bluff and blankety blank
oh, but you’ll never know me

i want to be kissed in a velvet summer
where your friends are free
one way or another

i want to be kissed in a velvet summer
where your friends are free
somewhere or other!

oh, spartacus
are you proud of us?
well, i can’t live with myself
oh, junius
are you bored of us?
that’s how we cope

i want to kiss you in a velvet summer
Track Name: Kick Me
i used to hitch-hike
i used to walk home at night
i was always flirting with strangers
laughing in the face of…

but that’s not why
that’s not why
that’s not why, why, why

you beat me
and even as you did it
i thought of how the papers would report it:
“frenzied, cold-blooded, undeserved”
and how that really didn’t capture it

you kicked me
and even as you did it
i thought of how the witness would relate it:
you’d be “outrageous”
while i’d be “courageous”
and how that really didn’t capture it

i used to speak my mind
i’d go beyond the party line
i was off message more than i was on
always off siding with the underdog
but that’s not why
not why, why, why

and how they’ll really never capture you
Track Name: Art Is No Defence (rough demo)
we’ve got dirt on you from five months and four years ago
we’ve got dirt on you from three years and six months ago

and yes, things were different then
but that doesn’t matter now

if you’re still of use to us
you’ll be rehabilitated

if you’re of no use to us
you’ll be destroyed

but it was fiction
it was art
it was fiction
it was art

you see, your lily-livered relativistic ways are out of step with the times
your pussy-footing shifting meanings will never keep us safe, no

we’ve got dirt on you from ten years and three months ago
from four years and seven weeks ago
and nothing else matters now

for what i’ve done, you’ll see me dead

we’re changing tack and we’re backdating our decision
you’re on best behaviour now
but you can’t take back what’s been said

art is no defence
we can’t afford that now
art is no defence
we don’t have that luxury now

shame on you
shame on you

i can’t say what i really want to say
i’ll keep my mouth shut
i can’t take you on
i’m not strong enough
i’m so glad i never made it into the arena
the arena
i would have been torn apart
i would have been savaged

shame on you
shame on you
all your good work undone in one moment

for what i’ve done, you’ll see me dead
but by your own hand
Track Name: Steady Pressure (demo)
it comes in the morning and sits upon my chest
waking me with reminders of the ways i’m in its debt

can’t you leave me be? can’t you spare me, please?
i just want the quietness

the sunshine cracks the blisters on the window

now it comes in the daytime
and squats upon my thighs
slowing down my movements
dragging down my mind

leave me as i am
i am the wrong one
i just want the quietness

the sun’s on my back and the dampness in my bones

now it comes in the evening
puts its hands across my mouth
applying steady pressure
filling me with doubt

these two hot hands
i cannot stand
i just want the quietness

the sun burns on as if it would without me
Track Name: Not Quite Right / Not Quite Not Right
from dickensian street lamps onto double yellow lines
the light falls
forming haloes round the puddles and the drains

look at the signs
breathe in the air
reach for the mist
listen to this:
the unknown pleasure of being unknown

i had an inkling of something else
it didn’t change my life
oh well, that doesn’t matter anymore
i’m not quite right but i’m not quite not right

days spent sitting on a hard chair in a waiting room
with no appointment
just to feel the fullness of time

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

your dad’s a northern butcher
and your skin’s like polished plaster
but i just have the haloes round the puddles and drains

go ahead with your travel plans
and formulating opinions
it couldn’t happen in a town like this
that’s not quite right but it’s not quite not right
not quite right but it’s not quite not right
not quite right but it’s not quite not right
Track Name: Broadstairs (rough mix)
pack book and water into a bag
there is a sandy beach
out of season but still warm
beside a town whose population
has an average age of seventy-four

and he wants the sun to shine
to dry up the memory from his mind
but when the sun it deigns to shine
he feels no better

the locals will not give you bother
just nervous, cautious little smiles
the weather’s always been capricious
as is my mind
as is my mind

so he wants the hail to fall
smashing the image of it all
but when the hail begins to fall
he feels no better

so he wants the sun to shine
drying the memory from his mind
but when the sun it deigns to shine
he feels no better

you say the best is yet to come
but that cannot work forever

you say the best is yet to come
but that cannot go on working forever

you say the best is yet to come
but that only works for so long
so long
Track Name: Crowd Scene (demo)
there’s a job to do
don’t think too much just act

there’s a time to fill
don’t think too much just do what must be done

you’ll hear
the grass cutters
the mouth shutters
the time flutters
the mad mutters

there’s a life to live
don’t think too much just act

there’s a mouth to fill
don’t think so much just do what you need to do

you’ll hear
the crowd scream
the weak scheme
the wet dream
the world seem

i choose to say this life’s enough
but i decide this every day
every day
and how i wish the skies would make their minds up
Track Name: The Beast In The Jungle (demo)
well, the first time we met you were twenty-five and i was twenty
and heroic acts were really not your scene
you didn’t rescue a bag grabbed from me in naples
there wasn’t a time when you saved me out at sea

but you said: i’ll be overwhelmed by something rare and strange

vanity can make memory a very good one
so i still recall the predicament you shared
you took me into your confidence and i’ve been stuck there ever since
you were afraid so i stayed and sat and stared

as you said: i’ll be overwhelmed by something rare and strange

the beast in the jungle may or may not get you
but the fear of it almost certainly will do
and if the fear of the beast in the jungle doesn’t get you
regret will
regret will
regret will

as you say: i’ll be overwhelmed by something rare and strange

it could be quite profound
or something quite mundane
an act of violence or an act of love

i kept your counsel well
but nothing happened
still you occupied the best years of my life

i helped you to pass for a human being
i helped you to pass like any other
i helped you to pass

we’ve spent our days
in idle ways
in waiting for your fear to come to pass

now i’m growing ill
and it will be cruel
not to live to see your worst fear come to pass
Track Name: When You Went Away (demo)
early morning
standing at the source
you on the south side
me on the north

a handshake
we’re away
eastbound all the way
the river gets wider so quickly

echoes of the pitches that made way for the westway to stay

cars gaining height
but no take-offs
(not tonight)
keep the windows small
keep the engine noise at bay

it feels like when you went away
you were piled up in the fast lane
you were pulled in by the slipstream
because you strayed

east of SE10
proper maritime
i shout to your shore
you shout back out of time

every blind container
punted down the river
floated on ahead of us (for now)

step into the tunnel
i’ll meet you in the middle
as the water presses down

a stairwell without piss
who could ask for more than this?
i’m sure i saw someone reach dry land then just turn around

it feels like when you went away
you were piled up in the fast lane
you were pulled in by the slipstream
you were dragged in by the current
to be washed up on the shoreline
because you strayed

as night falls we reach the dam
i had hoped to identify a definite point at which river becomes mouth
mouth becomes sea
but it’s too dark now

instead i take my clothes off
tie them into a rope
lower myself down the slimy concrete face and go with the flow
Track Name: London Is Blue (demo)
the darkened park’s surely unengaged
its paths lit by magritte

houses too red; greenery too green
nobody wants this beat

the view across the ex-docks
underneath the city airport flight path
as seen from the lifting bridge
but your black box recorder says
the bridge won’t lift again

why did you go?
i’m lying low
when that’s the worst place i could be

you had to go
i’m lying low
letting the swell wash over me

we used to play in the water
lapping round the slip roads,
the spires and the office blocks
knowing our home was dry
albeit overstocked
but now it’s always empty

on shooter’s hill
they do their best
but they’re overwhelmed
resources overstretched

come home tonight
without you london is blue

i’m letting the water wash all over me
Track Name: How I Love You (demo)
are you the best that’s on offer?
will our passion turn to sufferance?

do you have a juicy income,
barn conversion and good pension?

will you run off with my brother?
will you run off with my mother?

trust you as far as i’d throw you, should i?
do i even know you?

how i love you
and i always will do
i don’t have a doubt
i’ll stay with you
from now until my hair falls out and yours is blue
this love is real and true

are we even in the same league?
are you sleeping with your colleague?

i’ve seen the way she looks at you
grass much greener; skies more blue

will you clean the bathroom weekly?
rub my tired shoulders meekly?

will you help with the recycling?
to our ideals, will you cling?