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Sometimes It Starts Again

by Louvre Doors

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1.
Dreamer Boy 02:28
Dreamer boy Close your eyes Conjure up a snow-swelled sky Set the stage Dim the lights Ballerina swivels twice Soon your world will bloom with colour Pastel blues and lipstick reds Dance routines to lively numbers Dazzle in your head City boy Sleeping tight Air-raid sirens pierce the night Rise at dawn Surface-bound City levelled to the ground Soon your world will glow with splendour Slow-mo rollercoaster ride Cellophane and sugar paper Billow in your mind Dreamer boy Close your eyes Conjure up a snow-swelled sky
2.
Hey, you're a star a-shine And you've got me reading lines Stay in the walk-on roles And I'll still feel in control Shooting day for night You wanted to invite me onto the set I tried to make amends But you're staring down the lens Smile on the opening night But you're hogging the spotlight Do, will, and have been It's all the same for me Can you help me? I'm out of luck Can you tell me I'm making up? I fell for you and I need your touch Hey, you've been understood And you're bringing home the goods I - I've been pushed aside And I'm just here for the ride After the awards Faces turn towards my invisible self Can you help me? I'm out of luck Can you tell me I'm making up? I fell for you and I need your touch
3.
Rearrange 04:03
I might never get to glean I might never know what gleaning people means The people I know I know well But no one knows me well enough to cast a spell Don't you trick me with a kiss I don't know what love is but I know that it's not this I can't help but cover up If you can't help me then I guess I'm out of touch I contest that I won't realise you I'm upset at why I might decide to You're finding hear-shaped objects in the vestiges of everyday life But you're losing tender prospects as you stray away from the fight The push and pull, the back and forth It's all too much for you to take If only I could rearrange If I ever hold your hand And can't hold it together then I know you'll understand If you should ever want to die And I can't die a little too you'll know just why I contest that I won't realise you I'm upset at why I might decide to You're finding hear-shaped objects in the vestiges of everyday life But you're losing tender prospects as you stray away from the fight Cos I'm the one who want to love without the rest You're up in arms and I can't idolise your flesh It makes me sick, it makes me sick to think of it That I can comprehend the other side of it You're finding hear-shaped objects in the vestiges of everyday life But you're losing tender prospects as you stray away from the fight The push and pull, the back and forth It's all too much for me to take If only I could rearrange
4.
As If 03:57
Somehow we were so bored and uncool Meet me Friday at the bench by the pool We make pretend cos we're only children I need a friend I'm an only child Somehow we saw the last of the light Walking home you take my left in your right Kid ourselves that we're only freezing Tell each other that we're only cold See me and not the Other See me and not your Self Bring back the daydream quality As if that'd ever happen twice Watch the seasons wax and wane Clock hands speeding to a blur Catch the outside stay the same While my insides take a turn for the worst Somehow we were so silent and slow Averting our eyes as the traffic jam grows We make pretend that we're only passengers We make pretend that we're passing by See me and not the Other See me and not your Self Bring back the daydream quality As if that'd ever happen twice As if I'd even get it right As if I'd even want to try
5.
ilysm 04:04
Friday comes round and she's dreaming up plans Texts an old friend, says 'I'll be back in town' But he's scared to go out, he's scared to get drunk He's scared that he'll blurt out 'I love you so much' And it's hard for the mind to accept What the body rejects The back of his mind hopes she'll be ill at ease Head in her hands, wiping tears on her sleeve But she's sunshine and smiles with love in her eyes And the warmth she exudes gives him reason to fight And it's hard for the body to face What the mind won't embrace Leave me to lie with my breakthrough Don't ask me why cos I'll tell you Pretend my smile is a prelude He comes around and it's eight the next day Texts her three times asking 'what did I say?' Cos he knows he went out, he knows he got drunk And he's scared that he told her 'I love you so much' Cos it's hard for the mind to forget What the body accepts Leave me to lie with my breakthrough Don't ask me why cos I'll tell you Pretend my smile is a prelude
6.
7.
Homeward after classes, I pass the ground floor flat That always leaves it light on and blinds open so that I can see the Spielberg and Hitchcock posters which Border the to-do list that's pinned upon the fridge I wonder who is eating all their meals in there And if they're alone or have someone with whom to share A family recipe I wish that it were me Homeward after classes, I pass the ground floor flat That always leaves it light on and blinds open so that I can see her as she's sitting at the table And turning her head to look out through the window I wonder if she sees The fact that I can see Am I the spectator? The gaze that demeans I feel such displeasure Displeasure in being seen The next time I'm walking home I see the blinds drawn But the warm amber glow reveals that still the light's on I guess that she has seen The fact that I can see
8.
A lifetime side by side it seemed That it would never end but she Revealed that this coming August She was flying off to embark on a roadtrip Three letters U and S and A On the PC she always claims To research gun crime and Walmart But you can't shake the thought that there's a sweetheart Oh, sister please don't leave me here - you can't imagine how awful My sleep will get - not looking left to see your duvet rise and fall Oh, sister please don't leave me here - mum's latest catch is such a chore He blames this man - Mr Ronette - for why he's not read since Year 4 Who's got into your head? You don't need to stretch your legs Personal discovery Is nothing but a fantasy Oh, sister please don't leave me home while you're out having all your fun This town is nice but I can't deny that I want to stay up past the sun Oh, sister please take me as well - I swear I won't upset the vibe I want to know the vigour that flows from head to toe on a late night drive
9.
About April 03:37
There’s something about April and it’s wide-eyed optimism that makes me ache for people to be honest under the languor of hay-fever medicine and an early rise. Everything you’ve ever wanted to know about sweetness summed up in the lingering notes of an unrequested apology. When I was okay, it was good and every sky, whether cerulean blue or fuzzed by clouds, was more of a backdrop than an outlook. These days I don’t go on buses – I don’t go on much these days – but I’ll be the first to admit when it’s tiresome, and the last to consider something more vivacious. In my better moments I’ll chew gum, watching tall flowers waver in the cool afternoon breeze. It’s not unusual for me to sleep in too late, fresh from a mid-evening snack and a three-hour film. No joke, it’s almost unheard of to wait more than a week for a new batch to arrive Perhaps one blissful afternoon you’ll have to take a break from all the people snapping at your heels and lounge on your elbows in the park, rainbow bracelet jingle-jangling on your wrist, sharing the saddest words in the English language: mine – unlovable yours – unkissed We’ll head off home when the smell of rain fills the four o’clock air, down past the terraced houses and the creaking swings. ‘Someone’s gate was slamming in the wind last night’ – and I know you were up late with your parent’s arguing. I get back ten minutes earlier than you, and all I can think of is the colour of your t-shirt and the grass stains on your forearms In a letter, undated and unsigned, you wrote off and on in cursive: ‘I shall treasure absolutely the days you are not here, Pushing forward through the briar And the bramble And the last-minute shambles spun from old tradition and loaded words. Your conversation tires me so so quickly. I wish I’d kept a diary to capture the truths I heard In flashes at the café, Forté passages of the Passepied, Adoring lobby-comments from a Scorsese fan who used to front the box-office Monday, Tuesday, Friday But moved on to freer bosses. Maybe she too got bored, Treasured the nights the films ran late; Your time was a privilege she couldn’t afford. Well, I’m down to my last few coins And I don’t much feel like paying anymore. You’re time I can’t afford – a warning I daren’t ignore.’ today I’ll drive the Mid-West; tomorrow I’ll race my neighbour round the moat. Come summer I’ll be in bed before sunset with the duvet half-off and the grey light filtering through the curtains, but tonight I’ll engage in an off-hand chat to the soundtrack of birdsong and the fridge-freezer’s hum – there’s just something about April that lends itself to that.
10.
I'm stuck here wondering how Anything gets done People rush around To kill the setting sun I want to say a name That's intertwined with mine Untangling my shame With how I've passed the time Make it up to make it fine Spin a web of lies Whisper words into my ears So I can sleep tonight Take me in your arms And stab me in the back I'd rather I was harmed Than always feel a lack Make it up to make it fine Spin a web of lies Whisper words into my ears So I can sleep tonight
11.
We watched the silver screen and called it a task The highlight of my week You spilled takeaway tea and called it a mess The low point of your week Happen again Will it happen again? Rich Technicolor dream - we named it the best The high point of the year Some black and white ordeal - we named it the worst The absolute nadir Happen again Will it happen again? The spotlight turning now on me The limelight turning now on me The moonlight disappears behind a cloud What deserves attention? Seems you're worthy of mine You're a blockbuster affair But I'm straight-to-DVD - I'm not worth youre time I'll only sow despair Happen again Will it happen again? The spotlight turning now on me The limelight turning now on me The moonlight disappears behind a cloud Make me a sound

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TO THOSE WONDERFUL PEOPLE OUT THERE IN THE DARK...

A collection of songs for the dreamers, the romantics, and the nostalgia-stricken, featuring down-tuned acoustic guitars, double-tracked vocals, analogue toy keyboards, harpsichords borrowed from the lighter side of yé-yé. Soundtrack your afternoon walks or your bus rides home. Inspired by confessional singer-songwriters and Nouvelle Vague maestros Georges Delerue and Michel Legrand. But, above all, indebted to the exquisite kindness and hope underlying the films of Agnès Varda and Jacques Demy.

"Le souvenir du bonheur, c'est peut-être encore le bonheur"

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released April 1, 2022

All music, lyrics, instruments by Rory Gibb except:
Hannah Koegler - backing vocals on 1
Haris Zaimovic - violins on 1
Solomon Plotch - drumkit on 2, 3, 7, 8
Lizzie Winfrey - cello on 3
Hannah Cheek - clarinet on 4
Bleuenn Gacel - spoken word on 6
11 contains a sample from Beethoven's Symphony No. 7 Op. 92 (René Liebowitz/Royal Philharmonic Orchestra)

Recorded and mixed by Rory, with the exception of drum tracks recorded by Oliver Frank
Mastered by Reuben Burgess
Artwork by Rosie Landon

Other thank yous - for provision of instruments, advice, encouragement, recording space etc - to: Liliana (glocks and shakers), Julie (uke), Luke and Sachairi (basses), Katie (field recording assistance)

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