The Heat of Molten Diamonds

by Kevin Hewick

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released December 24, 2013

Kevin Hewick: guitars (acoustic/electric/lap steel/bass) & vocals
Mark 'Flash' Haynes: drums (1, 3, 6)
Adam Ellis: drums/shakers/tambourine (2), djembe (6)

Recorded, mixed & mastered by Adam Ellis
January-October 2013 at Deadline Studios, Leicester, England

Music & lyrics by Kevin Hewick (c) 2013

Graphic design and CD tray photography by Jim Tetlow
Front cover photography by Kevin Hewick

Pink Box Records
PINK 026

www.pinkboxrecords.com
www.kevinhewick.co.uk

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Kevin Hewick Leicester, UK

Kevin Hewick (born 4 February 1957, Leicester) is an English singer-songwriter who was an early member of the Factory Records roster. Today he is known for his recordings on Pink Box Records, an independent label based in Leicester, and his recent work with Venetian collective Unfolk. ... more

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Track Name: Americanta
On the cactus trail the sun can kill without pity
But there's a slower way to die
Try living in one horse city

Outside the run down rodeo
The young would be hero
Tries to outdraw the shadows

He thinks he can catch a bullet in his hands
He thinks he can outspit the rattler in the sand

But can he get out of Americanta

Prairie rose holds a burning cross to the moon
Sets fire to the livewire undertaker
And the cold dead saloon

She is courted by the brave
Cowboys, indians and slaves
But if you tied her to the railroad she wouldn't want to be saved

She impatiently tosses a dime
Where it lands will help her make up her mind

How to get out of Americanta

You better get your sweet ass out of Americanta

You better get your sweet sweet ass out of Americanta

At the Lone Star Hotel the midnight lovers lay down
They shoot it out
On the saddest brass beds in town

And the dreams they give leave to roam
Chase coyotes out in the unknown
Across echo canyon to the twilight zone

Whether pleasure cry or jailhouse moan
Each sings their song of home sour home

In the wasteland heartlands of Americanta

You better get your sweet asses out of Americanta

You better get your sweet sweet asses out of Americanta

Americanta the movie
The last gunslinger gets his last man
Americanta the movie
The last gunslinger dies by his own hand
Americanta

Popcorniana

Cocacolaramalama

American

American't

American

American't can't can't can't cant'...
Track Name: A Young Man's Dream of Revolution
He slept beneath the flag
Of the homeland that he never had

And dreamt a young man's dream of revolution

He was brave at the barricades
He was the firebrand who seized the day

It was a young man's dream of revolution

In the taverns the opinions flowed
As freely as the ale and the wine

Young men's dreams of revolution

His was the loudest voice of all
So unafraid to speak his mind

About a young man's dream of revolution

Did you see the vision through his eyes?
Did you see the radiance in his mind?

The young man's dream of revolution

He stood before the crowd and cried
The choice is fight or die

For a young man's dream of revolution

Now he sleeps beneath the flag
Of the homeland that he never had

And dreams a young man's dream of revolution

He was brave at the barricades
He was the firebrand who led the way

To a young man's dream of revolution
Track Name: Another Jerusalem
I call on the spirit of William
We need another Jerusalem
Another one better than this one
This one is undone
This one is all done

Upon being informed of our nation's decline
The government frontbenchers all laughed

Until the balaclava boys came bursting in
To give them an early bloodbath

Now there's no politicians
To politicise
No authority
To authoritorise

You must self help yourself to help yourself
To the things that you once used to buy

The price is very right
At £0.00p

The hand in the till thrill
Is adrenalin intense

Take it from the system
You've learned to resent

Take it from the twisters
Who've always been bent

But make yourself scarce
On Uneasy Street at the very first sign of the dusk

Because that's when shadowy Sheeranesque figures
All come out to busk

Strumming on the bricks
That they'd love to throw
Through supermarket windows

Light up that rag
Lift up that bottle
And throw throw throw...

It's Crystal Night revisited
At Asset Stripped UK Limited

Insecurity guards desert their posts
They can't hold back the tide of scarf faced ghosts

Holding up the bricks
That they love to throw
Through supermarket windows

Light up that rag
Lift up that bottle
And throw throw throw...

Hitting the town even harder than it's ever been hit before
Because there is no law at all
No there is no law

In the sink estate concrete forest
Robin Hoodie is blowing his horn

Him and his not so merry men
Will make the rich wish they'd never been born

Hitting the town even harder than it's ever been hit before
Because there is no law at all
No there is no law

The smell of smoldering banknotes
The heat of molten diamonds

As the normally placid cattle
Turn psychotically violent

They trample Farmer Giles to death
Then moove on to whoever's next

Ermentrude has had a change of mood
Her peaceful meadows are all ablaze

No cowboy can stop the mad stampede
The hooves of vengeance are coming this way

They trample all the farmers to death
And then moove on to whoever's next

Am I next?
Are you next?
Try to send a text
Warn whoever's next
Send a warning text

But there's no signal
No service
No coverage
No hope

No TV
No radio
No internet
No joke

Should we grab the kids
Should we grab the pets

Before the heavy metal crows
Come to tear up our nest

Should we flee, babies, you and me
Run from the young guns of anarchy

Shall we grab what few possessions we can
And load up this abandoned ice cream van

Shall we make our great escape
Should we be the ones that get away

But the paradise where
The bread could be equally shared

The paradise where
Nobody has to be scared

Where the ruins
Could all rise up repaired

Is under our feet
Is everywhere

If we can find the heart to build a new Jerusalem

This desecrated ground on which we stand
Could be a new promised land

In this the hour of our nation's collapse
Many a nerve may totally snap

So either put on your Guy Fawkes mask
Or run for the pills and don't come back

But some will stay to try to
Build another Jerusalem

Enlightened minds and creative hands
Will build a new promised land

I call on the spirit of William
We need another Jerusalem
Another one, better than this one
This one is undone
This one is all done
Track Name: Elegy for Jackie Leven
Where are you big man?
Where have you gone?
We miss your dirty stories
We miss your sacred songs

But the last time I ever hugged you
There seemed far less of you to hold
The one thing left of the giant you were
Was your wild gypsy soul

In exile from the kingdom of Fife
Always on the wanderer's road
On constant psychotic overdrive
More than human for every show

The last time I ever hugged you
There seemed far less of you to hold
The one thing left of the giant you were
Was your crazy acid soul

Stomping your foot on a board
And plucking and pulling on the strings
Of Doc Watson's battered old Gallagher
As your voice gave your poems their wings

The last time I ever hugged you
There seemed far less of you to hold
The one thing left of the giant you were
Was your eternal warrior soul

Are you deep in some secret forest
With a hundred grieving men
Or in some lonely dressing room
With triple vodkas for your friends

The last time I ever hugged you
There seemed far less of you to hold
The one thing left of the giant you were
Was your beautiful shining soul

Play it again for Sir Larry
Jamming good with Nick and Tony
The first round of drinks are on Scots John
And we'll all be joining you before too long

The last time I ever hugged you
There seemed far less of you to hold
The one thing left of the giant you were
Was your Celtic hard man soul

Where are you big man?
Where have your gone?
We miss your dirty stories
We miss your sacred songs
Track Name: Almost Unseen
The gentle friend I met on the long, long road
Seemed to be going where I also longed to go

No words or desires were spoken or expressed
Through miles as companions we quietly progressed

Onward
Without
Rest...

On we walked through green
Through nature's shifting themes

Almost unseen

Two figures on a screen
Projections of our dreams

Almost unseen


Hearts that never quite arrive
Still they try, still they try

Horizon pouring into each eye
Shall we fly? Shall we fly?

Sun and moon machines
Shine beams on where we've been

Almost unseen

Could we be redeemed
By what this journey means

Almost unseen

It takes a fearless step or two
To get to where you're really going to

It takes a fearless step or three
To get to where you really ought to be
Track Name: Seeking a Religious Experience
If you're seeking a religious experience
One that you can have in a flash
Love is a religious experience
About the best one you can ever have

We've all seen self righteous frowning condemnation
But God doesn't seem to mind if we laugh
Life's not for frowning condemnation
We weren't put on this earth to live like that

Yet when you see the values that are valued
Love seems such a controversial act
It liberates us with its truth and beauty
No wonder there are those that hold it back

But there's no containing that great rebel spirit
There's no way to contain a dream so vast
It's speaking now to anyone who listens
Bidding all to do its joyous task

It's as simple as a snowflake or a teardrop
Yet its ideas are so difficult to grasp
It's more complicated than any computer
Yet to feel its easy flow is all it asks

Feel it with your lover and your children
Feel it in whatever light it's cast
Feel it in the crowd, in the city
Feel it on a solitary path

Not to give of it is selfish and so wasteful
It's not the kind of treasure you amass
It's the kind you give away with sweet abandon
And that's the only way to get it back

But some say that it's shameful, that it's sinful
To be human, to be happy, to be free
In their shrivelled hearts they call it sinful
To live the way that loving ought to be

We've all heard of hellfire condemnation
But God doesn't seem to mind if we laugh
Life is not for hellfire condemnation
We weren't put on this earth to live like that

So if you're seeking a religious experience
One that you can have in a flash
Love is a religious experience
About the best one you can ever have