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Our eyes are red / Our brains are dead

Written by: 25 January 2018 No Comment

It was 1983, my school certificate year… I cbought my first ever import record from a store in Timaru where we lived, not a good record store like you’d find in a city… a shitty one that for some crazy reason had this one record.

It was a great listen and allowed me to finally hear so many artists I’d only read and dreamt about…  on it was this particular song


Two swans in front of his eyes
Colored balls in front of his eyes
It’s number one for his Kelly’s eye
Treble-six right over his eye
A big shot’s voice in his ears
Worlds of silence in his ears
All the numbers account for years
Checks the cards through eyes of tears
Bingo-Master’s Breakout!
All he sees is the back of chairs
In the mirror, a lack of hairs
A lighted room, checks fill out
Here the players all shout
Bingo-Master’s Breakout!
A glass of lager in his hand
Silver microphone in his hand Wasting time in numbers and rhymes
(One hand drug and faces bright)
Bingo-Master’s Breakout!
Came the time he flipped his lid
Came the time he flipped his lid
Holiday in Spain fell through
Players put it down to
Bingo-Master’s Breakout
A hall full of cards left unfilled
He ended his life with wine and pills
There’s a grave somewhere only partly filled
A sign in graveyard on a hill reads
Bingo-Master’s Breakout


This started  thirty plus year long love affair with the Mark E Smith and his band The Fall.

I am greatly saddened to hear of Mark’s passing today, another musical hero gone.







A number of musical greats have passed it seems in the past couple of years and this will only continue as we’re at a point where modern contemporary music and its makers have reached an age…. I am however not into posting about all my heroes gone as often times its a personal thing and thus doesn’t need airing publicly, or if so more subtle ways of expressing respects is called for.

Mark E Smith is different, for he was much more than an amazing talent, he was a character… a cantankerous, pig headed, stubborn and insightful genius. A true punk… a modern day poet… a person for all his faults remained true to himself.

I guess to give it some personal context… he was my David Bowie

Mark E Smith I salute you and thank you so much for the music that will always be with me.





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