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Fish: Suits

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Artist: Fish
Title: Suits
Released: 1994.05.16
Label: Dick Bros. Records
Time: 64:48
Producer(s): James Cassidy
Appears with: Marillion
Category: Pop/Rock
Rating: ******.... (6/10)
Media type: CD
Purchase date:  1994
Price in €: 16,99
Web address: www.fishheadsclub.com











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[1] Mr 1470 (D.W.Dick/F.Paterson/R.Boult) - 6:04
[2] Lady Let It Lie (D.W.Dick/D.Paton/J.Cassidy) - 6:53
[3] Emperor's Song (D.W.Dick/J.Cassidy/R.Boult)- 6:18
[4] Fortunes Of War (D.W.Dick/J.Cassidy/R.Boult) - 7:50
[5] Somebody Special (D.W.Dick/J.Cassidy/R.Boult) - 5:22
[6] No Dummy (D.W.Dick/J.Cassidy/R.Boult) - 6:16
[7] Pipeline (D.W.Dick/J.Cassidy/R.Boult) - 6:43
[8] Jumpsuit City (D.W.Dick/J.Cassidy/R.Boult) - 6:49
[9] Bandwagon (D.W.Dick/D.Paton/R.Boult/F.Paterson/M.Wilkinson) - 5:07
[10] Raw Meat (D.W.Dick/F.Paterson) - 7:17
 

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FISH (aka. Derek William Dick) - Lead vocal

DAVID PATON - Bass guitar and Backing vocals
FOSS PATERSON - Keyboards and Backing vocals
FRANK USHER - Guitars
ROBIN BOULT - Guitars
KEVIN WILKINSON - Drums & Percussion
JAMES CASSIDY - Additional keyboards
LORNA BANNON - Additional backing vocals
DANNY CAMPBELL - Additional backing vocals
KNOW ACADEMY SENIOR CHOIR - Choir on Lady Let it Lie
KEN JOHNSON - Conductor
MARK DUFF - Whistles and Flutes on tracks [4], [9]
CHARLES MCKERRON - Fiddle on tracks [5], [9]
BILL GILLES - Saxophone on tracks [4], [6]
FRASER SPIERS - Harmonica on track [8]
DAVID MURRAY - Bagpipe
GORDON WATSON - Armourer

JAMES CASSIDY - Engineer, Mixin, Arrangement
STEVE PEARCE - Assistant engineer
MARK & JULIE WILKINSON - Cover illustration from concept by Fish
ROBIN AYLING - Label Manager
 

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Cassette
UK: DDick4MC

Cassette promo
UK : No number, only Dick Bros logo.

CD
UK: DDick4CD (5 020667 200426) - First release with photo booklet + sticker "Limited edition Picture Disc and 12 page photo booklet"
EEC: DDick4CD(GAS)
Japan: PCCY-01117 (Pony Canyon)
US: RMED00134 (Renaissance Records, released 17th Sept 1996)
Tracks: As remaster, excluding Black Canal and Out Of My Life.

Remastered CD
Eur: RR 8686-2 (016861868628) (Roadrunner Records, released 28th Oct 1998)

Credits:

Charles McKerron and Mark Duff of Capercaillie appear courtesy of Survival Records
Recorded and mixed at Funny Farm Recording Studios, Haddington, nr Edinburgh
All tracks published by Fishy Music Ltd / Copyright Control
All lyrics Derek W Dick
Buttons taken from 'The Book Of Buttons' by J. Whittemore / Dorling Kindersley
Sleeve design Dream Disc
'Sound Station' digital editor supplied by Digital Audio Research and Francinstien Stereo Enhancement System
Copyright in this recording belongs exclusively to the Dick Bros Record Company, 1994
This album is dedicated to Willie, Johnnie and Robbie
Thanks to everyone who worked long and hard in the sweatshop, especially James Cassidy the undisputed 'People's Champion', Frank, Davey, Foss, Robin and Kevin (Sunshine in Leith?) for always believing the shot was possible and never leaving me behind the 8 ball. Moira and Steve for finding needles in haystacks, chalking the cues and living on the crumbs of magic cookies. Martin Stainton for looking after the buttons, Robert White for unravelling the threads, Yatta (the body double!) for the mannequins, the mirrors and the shop displays, Connie Moest for the catalogue (We all love you really Cloggie, more red wine anyone?), Jim Houston for the umbrella, Rob 'Barnet' Ayling for pointing out the Emperor's Clothes and helping me weave the new cloth, (You're hired!). Lawrence and Keith (HM) for the nightshifts and the refined wine, Mark and Julie for the colours, they never fade (but no fluorescents please!), to everyone in the Company World for the support and loyalty, the faith and commitments and for ever believing in the cunning plan. And finally to my family who as always helped me find a hold on the thread even when it seemed lost.
For other information on Fish and details of official merchandise including official bootlegs and other Dick Bros titles, please send a stamped self addressed envelope to:
COMPANY SCOTLAND : PO Box 3, Haddington, EH41 3TA
COMPANY USA : PO Box 20766, Castro Valley, CA 94546, USA
COMPANY SWEDEN : Per Hansson, Lindormsgarten 55, 50237 Boras, SWEDEN
COMPANY GERMANY : Postfach 3022, 53739 St Augustin, GERMANY
COMPANY HOLLAND : Postbus 23815.2502, GX Den Haag, HOLLAND
COMPANY FRANCE : BP 52, 92322 Chatillon Cedex, FRANCE
COMPANY ITALY : c/o R. Mario, Viale Certosa 123, 20151 Milano, ITALY
COMPANY BELGIUM : Distelsstraat 63, 1030 Brussels, BELGIUM



This album is the most "difficult" Fish-album so far to adapt to. It demands some serious listening to get to you, it should not be listened to once and then thrown in the CD-pile. Let it take the time necessary. When it does get to you, you'll find several gold nuggets hiding behind the seemingly rough surface that lures the listeners the first couple of times you listen to the album. Some of these songs even belong to the list of highlights when summarizing Fish's solocareeer so far. Then I have to be honest when it comes to Somebody special and No dummy, these songs aren't exactly what I had expected when I bought this album.. But as said, you'll find several good ones here too. The best songs on the album are the venomous and great MR 1470, Emperor's song, Fortunes of war, the fucking brilliant Pipeline and last of all, the diamond Raw Meat, an absolutely fantastic song.



Suits markierte 1994 die Wiederauferstehung des schottischen Stimmwunders. Nach seinem Ausstieg bei Marillion hatte Fish zwei gute Soloalben veröffentlicht, doch nach 1991 rückte er gerade mal noch ein Coveralbum heraus. Man merkt Suits allerdings an, dass der begnadete Texter wieder Blut geleckt hat. Die Scheibe klingt rockiger und straffer als die proggigeren Alben Vigil In A Wilderness Of Mirrors (1990) und Internal Exile (1991). Mehr als einmal lässt der Mikromeister mächtig Dampf ab und beweist, dass er mehr drauf hat, als den Progressive Rock der 70er-Jahre neu aufzukochen. Die Produktion klingt gar beachtlich modern und installiert Fish problemlos im Zirkel der Nineties-Avantgardisten. Freunde seiner frühen Scheiben oder gar seiner Marillion-Phase sollten sich davon allerdings nicht abschrecken lassen, denn bei aller Neuorientierung bleibt Fish auch weiterhin der charismatische Silbenumschmeichler, der mit einzigartigen Gesangsmelodien zur Reise in fremde Welten einlädt.

Michael Rensen, Amazon.de



Der wohlbeleibte König des Artrock hält wieder hof und lädt nur kurze Zeit nach dem "braven" Mahl seiner ehemaligen Vasallen Marillion zum Galadiner. Fish verwöhnt in ausladenden Klanggewölben mit fein zerlegten Song-Leckerbissen, die er selbst im eigenen Studio artgerecht zubereitete. Exquisit geriet das jazzig groovende "No Dummy", auch das theatralische Entrée "MR 1470" imponiert mit seinen Sound- und Rhythmusspielereien. Und der "Emperor's Song" ist ein spannendes, mustergültiges Stück zeitgenössischer Kunstrock.

** Interpret.: 07-08 ** Klang.: 07-08
© Stereoplay

  

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"MR 1470"

Here I sit in my bones, on the bones upon the hill
Staring out at the wild, blue yonder
Digging deep, I'd found buttons in my pockets
Naked now my skin begins to crawl
I dream Suits, I see Suits

Looking back, was there ever such a moment
Immersed in mystery I was witnessing a crime
Digging deep I came across a murder
Among the roots of our spreading family tree
We learned to love, we learned to kill
We taught ourselves to rule the world
I dream Suits, I see Suits
Do you see Suits, can you dream Suits?

There I stood, face pressed against the window
I know his number, but I'll never know his name
Behind the glass buried in the sockets
A recognition, my skin begins to crawl
We learned to love, we learned to kill
We taught ourselves to rule this world
But who's the one we're frightened of
We are the sons of 1470

The geese fly chevrons cross the night sky
Heading south, the hunters lead them on
Jets trail the hems of skirts of angels
A train threads along that very floor
So here we live in our bones, on the bones beneath the soil
Staring out, mortal in the darkness
Digging deep we try to find the answers
To all the questions that hatch within our skulls
We learned to love, we learned to kill
We taught ourselves to rule this world
For who's the one we're frightened of?
We are the son of 1470
I dream of Suits. Do you dream Suits?


"Lady Let It Lie"

You should have listened to what your mother said
You should have listened to what your father told you to do
But you always did just what you always wanted to do
Now you end up here singing in a gilded cage
And for half your life you were wishing you were half your age
Lady let it lie

It's hard putting down your family roots when you're living in
A mobile home, but there's always blood even in a rolling stone
You squeezed me hard for the white collar dream
But you woke up to a tie dye lifestyle and its choking me
Lady let it lie

Chorus
All the boys want to be all the girls want to be all the boys
I don't want to be me no more
All the boys want to be all the girls in this turnaround world
I don't want to be me no more

They once said I was a rising star declaring me a bright contender
When it all worked out I was just a pretender
I could never disagree if you said you were dissatisfied
But why you got to take it out on a guy that tried

But surely there's something left, something worth fighting for
Something out of all this mess that's worth building on
Maybe we can start again, maybe give it one more try
Or do we just walk away, and maybe fade and die

Chorus
All the boys want to be all the girls want to be all the boys
I don't want to be me no more
All the boys want to be all the girls in this turnaround world
I don't want to be me no more
I don't want to be me no more
Me no more


"Emperor's Song"

What would you do if it all broke up
What would you do if the doors were shut
And the pearls are being eaten by the swine
What would you do when the worms don't turn
There's nothing left nowhere to run
And it's looking slightly bleaker every day

Do you follow your heart, do you follow the drum
Do you follow the flag, do you shoulder the gun
Do you slow march off the edge with head held high
Do you do down gently without a fight
Do you take it on the chin and beg for more
When the sword is raised and the trumpet calls
You bow down, bow down, bow down to the Emperor's song

Did you believe in the post-war dream
Do you hate dealing with machines
And one's picking up your prayer off the phone
You followed advice, you followed the work
You followed the rules, you gave it your lot
But a younger man's just taken on your job
We've all got long term contracts with the man upstairs
But who's picking up the options on our souls
When it's one life firm and the deal is up
You bow down, bow down to the Emperor's song

What do you do when its all too much
When you're out of luck and out of touch
And you can't relate to anything they say
What you do when it gets too tough
When you want to say that enough's enough
You want to walk away and just throw in the towel
Do you go with the grain, do you go with the tide
Do you go with the crowd, do you go for the ride
Do you hang on in until the bitter end
There's a bandwagon leaving but it's not for me
I've swallowed all the hooks and want no more
But when the lights are dimmed and the curtain calls
You bow down, bow down, to the Emperor's song


"Fortunes of War"

Rosebuds scattered across the lawn like the squares at Waterloo
With bayonets of thorns repelling small children in search of lost tennis balls
Imaginary cannonballs that were fired at the legs of galloping cavalry
Resting their dreams in the shade of the apple trees
Toy soldiers drunk on warm lemonade

And the children dream of glory and Fortunes of War
Safe in bed with stories of Fortunes of War, Fortunes of War

As the sun sets low on these playing fields
An army returns bearing swords and shields
Dustbin lids and raspberry canes they'll live to fight another day
For warriors medals, milk bottle tops
Battle flags fashioned from mother's old table cloths
Bright colours run in the summer rain

Sometimes when they fall they will pretend that their hankie is a bandage to stop the bleeding
And imagine city streets and desert storms and foreign fields
There's bullets flying, these are the Fortunes of War

I heard a wheelchair whisper across a stale, stagnant gymnasium
Trailing an ivy league jacket like a matador
Through the jitterbug steps of the night before
I followed him down to the church parade
Where he makes his peace every armistice day
I watched him fade away, melt in the autumn rain

For sometimes when they fall they can't pretend
That the hankie is a bandage that can't stop the bleeding
They're out in city streets and desert storms or foreign fields
With bullets flying, these are the Fortunes of War
While their children dream of glory and Fortunes of War
Safe in bed with stories and Fortunes of War
Of uniforms and glory, Fortunes of War, Fortunes of War


"Somebody Special"

She's got a photograph of David Bowie
In a Victorian hand made frame
Signed backstage by a roadie in his name
She's got Hemingway in her bedside table
And a pistol under a pillow beside her head
The bullets round her neck
She wants to wear suits

A cocktail waitress smokes Gauloises Blondes
She's been taking tips from tables for too long
She drinks frozen Stolichnaya
She likes powders from Peru
She don't like no one to tell her what to do

Chorus
She wants to be somebody, be somebody, be somebody, Somebody special
She wants to be somebody, be somebody, be somebody, Somebody special
She wants to wear suits

She's got a nasty reputation as a cruel dude
She likes Japanese movies, she likes Chinese food
She's got handmade patent leather shoes riding on her feet
She knows the lifestyle that she wants and she's willing to compete

Chorus

She put her mind to the classroom but outside
She learned more from giving head
She gave her innocence to someone that she once considered a close friend
She gave her hand to the quarterback on loan to the local football team
He gave his world as security, his heart as deposit on the dream
But, she wants to wear suits

Chorus

She's got a wedding ring
That's Cartier as far as you can tell
She threw it down the local wishing well
She'd lost it in the kitchen sink
Or in a desert motel room
The insurance claim just couldn't come too soon

She wants to be somebody, be somebody, be somebody, Somebody special
She wants to be somebody, be somebody, be somebody, Somebody special
She's somebody special
Do you want to be somebody special
Could you be somebody special
Somebody special


"No Dummy"

Me, I'm a nothin' double zero trying to do something
Me, I'm a screwball, tired of being put down
Tired of being shot down

I'm gonna put some ink on the white sheets
Gonna put some blood on the white sheets
Me, I'm no dummy

Me, I wear colours bright and righteous
Serve them with honour
Me, I'm a weapon, a gun for hire teaching the lesson
Gonna be the guy in the white suit
Gonna get my hands on the white suit
Cos me, I'm no dummy

Ducking and diving, thieving and lying, scrounging and sciving, surviving
Ducking and diving, thieving and lying, scrounging and sciving
Ducking and diving, me no dummy just surviving

Me, I got muscle, no qualifications needed to hustle
Me, I'm a killer ready for the role of the serial killer
Gonna get my hands on the white suit
Ready for the fitting of the white suit
Cos me I'm no dummy

Ducking and diving, thieving and lying, scrounging and sciving, surviving
Ducking and diving, thieving and lying, scrounging and sciving

Ducking and diving, me no dummy just surviving
I am just surviving look at me no dummy

I'm gonna shoot down the shopping mall gonna get me a name
When they catch me all dressed up I'm gonna blow them away
I'm gonna blow them away


"Pipeline"

Waiting in my corner, waiting on the bell
I was coming off the ropes, I was going to give them hell
Now I'm waiting

Waiting on the lyric, waiting on the song
I know the muse is coming, I'm holding on
I'm waiting
Waiting on the chances, waiting on the breaks
Waiting on an opportunity that I could take
I'm still waiting

Chorus
And all the time I wonder why
Just what or who the hell I am
Where I'm at, where I'm from
Where I'm going, where I belong
Tell me where I'm coming from
Because I'm waiting in the pipeline

Waiting on a message, waiting on a sign
I was waiting on my holy grail to shine
Waiting with the crossword, waiting on reviews
Waiting on something or someone to give me a clue
I'm still waiting

Chorus
And all the time I wonder why
Just what or who the hell I am
Where I'm at, where I'm from
Where I'm going, where I belong
Why do you keep me waiting on
Because I'm waiting in the pipeline

If the carpet that I'm sitting on could fly
If the ring that's on my finger was a sorcerer's charm
If the cloak that I'm wearing could hide me away
I could wait for forever and a day
If the lady that I'm waiting on isn't mine
Then the castles that I'm building are on shifting sands
If the dream that I'm chasing isn't true
Then the light at the end of the tunnel is just a wrecker's fire

Waiting in the pipeline, waiting on the silence
Waiting on the sound, waiting in the backstage
Waiting on the crowd, waiting
Waiting on the critic, waiting on the gong
Waiting on the DJ to play my song
Play my song, I'm waiting

And all the time I wonder why
Just what or who the hell I am
Where I'm at, where I'm from
Where I'm going, where I belong
Tell me where I'm coming from
Because I'm waiting in the pipeline

Waiting in the pipeline, waiting in the pipeline waiting waiting


"Jumpsuit City"

All the way from Bucharest your skin crawled on the way to Hollywood
Through a whole in the wall
You saw the free world trading in bones

There's a guardian angel at the window
Staring at the corner
She's nowhere to go
She's in the free world trading her bones

Chorus
But if your mother didn't like it she don't need to know
As long as your sending the money home
What happened to the body of the child she bore
Answers on a postcard from Jumpsuit City

Sprayed by a moonbeam through the Linden leaves
Cast in a shadow in anonymity
He found the free world and sucked on their bones
Performing for animals he's dressed to thrill
High on a pedestal see the surgeon's skill
He lets the free world feast on his bones

Chorus
Behind the curtains there's a sanctuary
For the businessman and the refugee
This is the free world and they trade with their bones
A dead flower from a buttonhole
Lies in the gutter with a million souls
It's the free world, and they're only trading in bones

Chorus


"Bandwagon"

Bandwagon, it's coming into town
To turn your life around
And take you to the places that you once
Could only dream of
They'll be standing right there before your eyes
And the heroes that you worship
They'll be riding with you, up there by their side

On the bandwagon, it's rolling into town
Gathering the crowds to show them all the places that they once
Could only dream of and put them right before their very eyes
In the stories that they're selling for some pennies and a little of our time
Well, well do I hear you say, I'm only dreaming
That I'm staring out the window letting all my life just pass me by
In my defence, listen to me I have never ever stopped believing
That there's a better world out there waiting
And that all I have to do is hitch a ride on the Bandwagon

It's coming to my door
I've been on it before
And it took me to the places that I once
Could only dream of they were standing
Right there before my eyes
And I can tell you the stories for
Some pennies and a little of your time

Bandwagon its coming into town
To turn your life around
And take you to the places that you once
Could only dream of
They'll be standing there before your eyes
And the heroes that you worship
They'll be riding with you, up there by their side
On the bandwagon
Here it comes


"Raw Meat"

Raw meat for the balcony
Another mugging in tin pan alley
Another heart of attack takes the centre stage
You might think I'm getting cynical
But after these years I can still pass the physical
still got my corner, still got my edge

And the waitress takes an order for another round
As I try to blend my way into the crowd
The hunter of the autograph he wants my name
And I just can't find the strength to turn him down

Raw meat for the balcony don't get me wrong
I don't need your sympathy, just lend me a needle and spare me a dime
Just a tear in the public eye
From laughing or crying it don't mean that much to me
Some sort of reaction is all that I need
The cognac goes down better in the hotel room,
When you're staring at the writing on the wall
Condemned by the critics who want to tear me down
When it's just another lyric going for a song

We're low on life on the highway in search of coin
Picking up the pennies from the road
Guided by direction in the wake of stars
We were driven by a dream that's broken down
But the bandwagon's parked up in another town
We hope tomorrow its heading out our way
To get us out the tunnel where we've paid our dues
With friends we buried there beyond the lights

Raw meat for the balcony
Is that all I am, is that all I'm going to be?
Raw meat for the balcony,
Nobody's fool but mine, is that my destiny?

But if that bandwagon takes off for another town
And the suits that buy the wine don't like my song
Though I'm playing to empty tables
Till the curtain falls
I'll always find the strength to carry on
I'll always have the strength to carry on
I'm Raw Meat!

 -for Andy Field

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