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Smiling At Grief​.​.​.​. Revisited

by Twelfth Night

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  • Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    This is the brand-new Christmas 2022 pressing on RED vinyl of 'Smiling At Grief....Revisited'. It comes with 3 collectible postcards showcasing the iconic art of Geoff Mann. The LP features the first nine tracks featured on the download tracklist. As with the WHITE version (now sold out) it includes brand-new and updated artwork with lyric sheet / Geoff art insert. The disc is housed in a black poly-liner and the LP itself in a resealable cover wrap. It looks stunning and is in itself a work of art :-)

    Includes unlimited streaming of Smiling At Grief.... Revisited via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    ships out within 3 days
    edition of 100 
    Purchasable with gift card

      £18 GBP or more 

     

  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    Features the first 16 tracks featured on the download track list presented in a jewel case with a booklet featuring all the lyrics, detailed sleeve-notes, and brand-new artwork.

    Includes unlimited streaming of Smiling At Grief.... Revisited via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    ships out within 3 days
    Purchasable with gift card

      £12 GBP or more 

     

  • This listing is for the cardboard LP mailer (and extra cardboard stiffeners) that will be used to post out the SAG - Revisited LP.
    It is ONLY for customers who have not previously paid any shipping costs. Although the mailer is only £1 the extra postage costs needed will be added when you purchase. For customers in the Europe/EU this will be £8, for those in the USA it is £18, and for the Rest of The World it is £16. If you have ordered more than one LP please buy the same number of mailers as the number of LPs. If you have also ordered CDs they will be sent together where possible.
    ships out within 10 days
    Purchasable with gift card

      £1 GBP or more 

     

  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    Purchasable with gift card

      £11 GBP  or more

     

1.
it seems that paradise has been well locked and barred to all the issues of Adam it seems that children must pay for their parents crimes until they wish they never had them the clouds are fabric balls the earth machinery to gather power from the stars each of us has a gateway through which infinity calls to touch each victim through their scars we are walking through a kingdom that is found out here somewhere East of Eden East of Eden East of Eden East of Eden East of Eden
2.
the abstracted shapes of the people's thoughts different shops and pubs all the cheap facades it is all this city it is all this city wind shaken trees half crumbling parks the enquiring eyes fingers parting lace it is all this city it is all this city long straggling queues of the out of work a baby sucking sweets dribbling down his quilt it is all this city it is all this city all this city
3.
everything you say to me appears to be an ancient quote taken from a printed problem column, words gone up in smoke all the time remembering a meaningless and worn routine a movement into emptiness just slowly running out of steam the honeymoon is over didn't your magazine just tell you? an album full of pictures really is no place to go and live replacing all the present time with nothing left that's new to give why does what is past enslave us, why should we let it go on? I cannot carry on pretending something's right when it is wrong the honeymoon is over didn't your magazine just tell you? didn't your magazine just tell you? whatever it is that we are saying we must always prove you're right if I can't agree with you, you argue on into the night always down to words it falls, where is the room we need to breathe? if it's not enough to be together, one of us must leave the honeymoon is over didn't your magazine just tell you? the honeymoon is over didn't you read it in your magazine? didn't you read it in your magazine?
4.
welcome, welcome first today to see the creepshow come see the exhibits but do not touch they cannot bear touch here in the creepshow please, do not hang back it's hard enough to show people around the creepshow first, here on the rack strapped a child's virgin mind we see the careful white-coats affix their machine's veins to the pulsing neck side checking dials they monitor reaction she must love her daddy's banker she must love her daddy's banker for her part in the creepshow Amanda, so sad Amanda, but let's brush over sadness give her the pills and diagnose madness Cyril Has-Or-Might-Have-Been must fill his lust they let him bayonet robots as his morning constitutional to state his rage unless he feels his age we can't have that! sometimes he'll watch a war film on the moron machine in the corner of his cell lost in time, lost in Mind Cyril writhes like smoke his bigot's eyes are slashed skin their expression none the nicer for being blank Amanda, still sad Amanda, still mad any more for any more! now it's up to you use your free will, you decide yes you, you, you decide whether or not you will return for if you come again you'd better bring your ball and chain unguided embittered attraction of the creepshow
5.
Instrumental
6.
motive hidden - eye made of wood nothing is evil - nothing is good always precision - each thing in place shapeless and splintered - awkward no grace puppets marching, strictly in time movement predestined, tugs on the line pride in their engines - thought on the wane caring unheard of - against the grain puppets marching, hear the wind whine gusting and howling, tugs on the line puppets marching, told to feel fine scared to be thrown back, tugs on the line puppets marching, faulty design strain overloading, fractures the line puppets marching puppets marching puppets marching puppets die
7.
raise one leg dream of death obliterate your sex holding breath this is a memory this is a trance it is the middle of a broken last chance it isn't movement it isn't free it is a moment deep in you and me dance... dance... dance... dance... dance... dance dancing in a midday, apparently frozen stance caught up in a nihilistic dance, dance, dance a single eye stares from a face with all the emptiness of limitless space without action without motion entombed in the oil of one man's emotion never casual more than a glance where the truth for a change has been paid in advance dance... dance... dance... dance... dance... dance dancing in a midday, apparently frozen stance caught up in a nihilistic dance, dance, dance dance... dance... dance... dance... dance... dance dancing in a midday, apparently frozen stance caught up in a nihilistic dance, dance, dance and the window being open shows the sky far away but the balustrade keeps us locked in to make us dance all day
8.
you know how it is when you're out walking split seconds behind reality catch impressions of the people talking and you think "it's all about me" missing things of interest 'cos you're not feeling try not to see the friends who wave and they just think all your thoughts must be reeling so they leave you well alone well I'm not going to go along with it this time because I know that it makes no sense at all we just end up with fruitless discussions soul searching with no point at all always bothered by the repercussions tense waiting for a fall still the words remain the same sad meanings of what is yours and what is mine they just get tired and we start off dreaming 'til we're running out of time well I'm not going to go along with it this time because I know that it makes no sense at all
9.
Instrumental
10.
motive hidden - eye made of wood nothing is evil - nothing is good always precision - each thing in place shapeless and splintered - awkward no grace puppets marching, strictly in time movement predestined, tugs on the line pride in their engines - thought on the wane caring unheard of - against the grain puppets marching, hear the wind whine gusting and howling, tugs on the line puppets marching, told to feel fine scared to be thrown back, tugs on the line puppets marching, faulty design strain overloading, fractures the line puppets marching puppets marching puppets marching puppets die
11.
everything you say to me appears to be an ancient quote taken from a printed problem column, words gone up in smoke all the time remembering a meaningless and worn routine a movement into emptiness just slowly running out of steam the honeymoon is over didn't your magazine just tell you? an album full of pictures really is no place to go and live replacing all the present time with nothing left that's new to give why does what is past enslave us, why should we let it go on? I cannot carry on pretending something's right when it is wrong the honeymoon is over didn't your magazine just tell you? didn't your magazine just tell you? whatever it is that we are saying we must always prove you're right if I can't agree with you, you argue on into the night always down to words it falls, where is the room we need to breathe? if it's not enough to be together, one of us must leave the honeymoon is over didn't your magazine just tell you? the honeymoon is over didn't you read it in your magazine? didn't you read it in your magazine?
12.
welcome, welcome first today to see the creepshow come see the exhibits but do not touch they cannot bear touch here in the creepshow please, do not hang back it's hard enough to show people around the creepshow first, here on the rack strapped a child's virgin mind we see the careful white-coats affix their machine's veins to the pulsing neck side checking dials they monitor reaction she must love her daddy's banker she must love her daddy's banker for her part in the creepshow Amanda, so sad Amanda, but let's brush over sadness give her the pills and diagnose madness Cyril Has-Or-Might-Have-Been must fill his lust they let him bayonet robots as his morning constitutional to state his rage unless he feels his age we can't have that! sometimes he'll watch a war film on the moron machine in the corner of his cell lost in time, lost in Mind Cyril writhes like smoke his bigot's eyes are slashed skin their expression none the nicer for being blank Amanda, still sad Amanda, still mad any more for any more! now it's up to you use your free will, you decide yes you, you, you decide whether or not you will return for if you come again you'd better bring your ball and chain unguided embittered attraction of the creepshow
13.
motive hidden - eye made of wood nothing is evil - nothing is good always precision - each thing in place shapeless and splintered - awkward no grace puppets marching, strictly in time movement predestined, tugs on the line pride in their engines - thought on the wane caring unheard of - against the grain puppets marching, hear the wind whine gusting and howling, tugs on the line puppets marching, told to feel fine scared to be thrown back, tugs on the line puppets marching, faulty design strain overloading, fractures the line puppets marching puppets marching puppets marching puppets die
14.
raise one leg dream of death obliterate your sex holding breath this is a memory this is a trance it is the middle of a broken last chance it isn't movement it isn't free it is a moment deep in you and me dance... dance... dance... dance... dance... dance dancing in a midday, apparently frozen stance caught up in a nihilistic dance, dance, dance a single eye stares from a face with all the emptiness of limitless space without action without motion entombed in the oil of one man's emotion never casual more than a glance where the truth for a change has been paid in advance dance... dance... dance... dance... dance... dance dancing in a midday, apparently frozen stance caught up in a nihilistic dance, dance, dance dance... dance... dance... dance... dance... dance dancing in a midday, apparently frozen stance caught up in a nihilistic dance, dance, dance and the window being open shows the sky far away but the balustrade keeps us locked in to make us dance all day
15.
you know how it is when you're out walking split seconds behind reality catch impressions of the people talking and you think "it's all about me" missing things of interest 'cos you're not feeling try not to see the friends who wave and they just think all your thoughts must be reeling so they leave you well alone well I'm not going to go along with it this time because I know that it makes no sense at all we just end up with fruitless discussions soul searching with no point at all always bothered by the repercussions tense waiting for a fall still the words remain the same sad meanings of what is yours and what is mine they just get tired and we start off dreaming 'til we're running out of time well I'm not going to go along with it this time because I know that it makes no sense at all
16.
it seems that paradise has been well locked and barred to all the issues of Adam it seems that children must pay for their parents crimes until they wish they never had them the clouds are fabric balls the earth machinery to gather power from the stars each of us has a gateway through which infinity calls to touch each victim through their scars we are walking through a kingdom that is found out here somewhere East of Eden East of Eden East of Eden East of Eden East of Eden
17.
Instrumental
18.
Instrumental
19.
Instrumental
20.
motive hidden - eye made of wood nothing is evil - nothing is good always precision - each thing in place shapeless and splintered - awkward no grace puppets marching, strictly in time movement predestined, tugs on the line pride in their engines - thought on the wane caring unheard of - against the grain puppets marching, hear the wind whine gusting and howling, tugs on the line puppets marching, told to feel fine scared to be thrown back, tugs on the line puppets marching, faulty design strain overloading, fractures the line puppets marching puppets marching puppets marching puppets die
21.
welcome, welcome first today to see the creepshow come see the exhibits but do not touch they cannot bear touch here in the creepshow please, do not hang back it's hard enough to show people around the creepshow first, here on the rack strapped a child's virgin mind we see the careful white-coats affix their machine's veins to the pulsing neck side checking dials they monitor reaction she must love her daddy's banker she must love her daddy's banker for her part in the creepshow Amanda, so sad Amanda, but let's brush over sadness give her the pills and diagnose madness Cyril Has-Or-Might-Have-Been must fill his lust they let him bayonet robots as his morning constitutional to state his rage unless he feels his age we can't have that! sometimes he'll watch a war film on the moron machine in the corner of his cell lost in time, lost in Mind Cyril writhes like smoke his bigot's eyes are slashed skin their expression none the nicer for being blank Amanda, still sad Amanda, still mad any more for any more! now it's up to you use your free will, you decide yes you, you, you decide whether or not you will return for if you come again you'd better bring your ball and chain unguided embittered attraction of the creepshow
22.
you know how it is when you're out walking split seconds behind reality catch impressions of the people talking and you think "it's all about me" missing things of interest 'cos you're not feeling try not to see the friends who wave and they just think all your thoughts must be reeling so they leave you well alone well I'm not going to go along with it this time because I know that it makes no sense at all we just end up with fruitless discussions soul searching with no point at all always bothered by the repercussions tense waiting for a fall still the words remain the same sad meanings of what is yours and what is mine they just get tired and we start off dreaming 'til we're running out of time well I'm not going to go along with it this time because I know that it makes no sense at all

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released March 25, 2022

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Twelfth Night are an English progressive rock band of the 1980s, reformed between 2007 and 2012 and again in 2014.

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