The whole 15-track show from Geoff's farewell gigs at The Marquee, London - November 1983. Remastered and lovingly compiled, and presented with a lavish 24-page full colour booklet with brand new artwork, sleeve-notes and photos. This is the brand-new 2021 version, repressed in June with new cover and disc artwork.
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This version was recorded a few days before the Marquee shows at Heads in Watford. It takes the place of the Marquee versions as it is a better recording.
The Collector
Almost a lost epic, this song was first played on 7 June 1983 at the Tramshed in Woolwich, London and played at most gigs through to Geoff's farewell gigs in November 1983 recorded for the 'Live and let Live' album. The band said in 1984... "whilst admiring Geoff's original lyrics, we could perhaps one day re-do it as part of a concept album with both Geoff and Andy being involved..." The Collector was finally recorded by the Live and Let Live line-up for “Collector’s Item” in 1988.
Andy Waller
The magnum opus of the TN canon, the epitome of what they did best.
Clive Mitten
One man's battle against greed, lust, and other such wonderful things.
Jane Mann
It's virtually autobiographical: look carefully at the words of that one: it's the story of Geoff's life and conversion.
Andy Revell
I think The Collector was the most mature, coherent and original of our ‘epics’.
Jerry van Kooten
This is my favourite TN track. It has so many good moments, making me forget everything around me every time I hear it.
Jurriaan Hage
The Collector continues to be for me, the hallmark of Twelfth Night. There is so much about this track that is good, that it is hard for me to describe. From the bombastic opening, followed by pounding drums and high pitched guitar, Geoff Mann crawls into the skin of someone whose life is filled with collecting (hmm, that does sound familiar). The 19 minutes that this track takes up fly by while you enjoy all word games that Mann plays in between bringing over his main message: better to work on your soul than on collecting material goods. This summary does however fail to convey the extent of the message, so read it yourself. My favourite line then, "The trouble with life in ivory towers / The seconds stretch until they fit the skins of hours".
Simon Pitfield
Nineteen plus minutes of prog at its best give us Geoff's take on the parable of the rich man. It's a typical glorious TN construction, with one of Rev's best solos in the middle.
lyrics
Kingdom come, come kingdom go
That you may carve upon my grave stone
When confined in a six walled box
I will no longer hear the clocks
Indifferently ticking in cold deserted mansion halls
Kingdom come, come kingdom go
Mementos relics crated cargo
A million things all left behind
Relationships with humankind
Conducted as if I was buying slaves at auction
Holding court at gross parties
Where punch drunk sycophants
Came slobbering, to suck my cocktails
I escaped up the stairs to my collection
In my collection, facets of ego
Gradually eclipsing mass
Between the nursery and now
Struggling for meaning
Walking earth insensible
Flowerings of childhood turned to stringy vegetable
Titians, tits and grand Goyas
Glower through the high stone traceries
Oily smears bequeathed by thirsty souls
Studied throughout my long daze
Scumbled paint in priceless fossils
Many a sad sullen pieta
Christ eternal held away from me
Behind a brown and ancient glaze
Troubled at night by...
Flashbacks...
Flashbacks! Flashbacks! Flashbacks! Flashbacks
Whaaa... Mummy
I don't want to train on my potty and I don't want to share my toys with the other children
‘cos they’re so nasty…
... Child that I was then when was I last young?
When did comic wood bricks become trading in con-tricks?
When did innocence shudder and die?
Adolescent I planned to take total command
Draped vision's guilt edge on the bars of my play-pen
Hoped to arrest the swift passage of time
As though by some chance I could recreate Eden…
Apple pie? Lovely!
So hope became a statue, my words became a gun
In the hit parade of self interest, I remained at number one
I was Mozart's old piano, with a special gold inlay
I was always a lover of music, but I never did learn to play
Thought I'd be saved by my collection, to begin with
Thought I'd be saved by my collection
Would you believe it? But then
Nanny? Nanny Conscience?
Is that you standing at the end of my bed, Nanny?
My, you’ve been in cold storage for a long time, my dear
You’re looking out of condition, you could do with some exercise
I mean look at your skin, my god, the wrinkles!
Nanny! Nan-nanny! Had her made into a table lamp for me because
Because I need some light to shine but artificially
From her prim portals...
Nanny! Nan-nanny! Don't you think you’d better start being nice to me, Nanny?
I mean one day soon I'm going to grow up big and strong
And an old bag like you won’t get a job in my kingdom
Nobody’s going to make me wash behind my ears, or eat my greens
Or share my toys with the other children…
I drank myself as dry as a desert
Still in the end there was nothing left to call my own
The freedom from pain with which I toyed
Became a doorway to a void
The only values left were relative to power
The trouble with life in ivory towers
The seconds stretch until they wear the skins of hours
Faithless mates who come and go
They run away like melted snow
A temple to ego never constitutes a home
And though it seems sad, this jangling junk we are amassed
A passing pageant passing fast, there must be something
Something that can
Last more than the sense of life as just a short and pointless overture to death
Fear debilitating fear and death run round in circles
Turn!
Kingdom come, come kingdom go
Collecting clouds before the Son light
On pain of death our presents pass
Secreting habit over insight
Human soul is fertilised
Human span its wombing season
Ward of conscience fragile child
Aborted by unfettered reason
Candle, both ends burning
Collecting trash, collecting gold
Vampiric ego drains and clutches
When cross examined by the truth
It carves the cross up into crutches
Sharpened at both ends, some friend...
Freedom's king is donkey borne
A cross, the bleeding palms on main-street
Collecting nothing but the scorn
Of those who cannot bear their eyes to meet
Except in artificial light
Who needs to star in such a cast?
I leave collecting to the past
To one last party, I asked them all and one
And when it was over I found that all but one had gone
Did Jesus have a grave stone upon which to carve his name?
We all are what we live, a truth that will never change
You cannot collect worthwhile living
For it is a crop that grows, from a seed of giving
Diaries, drugs, a glittering crystal ball
Cathedrals, palaces, sweet sugar you can keep them all;
Heaven, heaven is not for sale
Heaven is not for sale
credits
from Live And Let Live - 2021,
released November 5, 1983
Geoff Mann: vocals, percussion, Andy Revell: guitar, Clive Mitten: bass, bass pedals, keyboards, voice, Rick Battersby: keyboards, Brian Devoil: drums, percussion
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