Love Comes Again

by Kate Dimbleby and Friends

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about

Love Comes Again was recorded in transition – literally. I started it as a 39-year-old Londoner aged 39 and finished it as a 40-year-old Bristolian.

I wanted to do a stock take. I've spent the past 20 years singing live - with fleeting recording collaborations which rarely captured the range of material I like to perform.

I needed to record some of that music with the band I love.

And so you'll find a little-known Simon and Garfunkel track alongside a Mahalia Jackson spiritual. Kirsty MacColl and Divine Comedy are nestled in alongside Cab Calloway, with some originals to keep things fresh.

It's an eclectic mix and, in making it, I had to consider things like "Do I try and get a record company interested (if they still exist) to do a wider release?", "Do I make it more marketable for radio?"

I realised quite quickly that I really don't make music or shows for money. Sometimes they make money, quite often they break even and sometimes they lose money.

Without anyone listening, I would definitely stop. So thank you for all your support over the years, coming to gigs, talking to us afterwards and buying our CDs.

If you want to keep listening, please let me know that you've enjoyed this album. If we've never met before, I hope this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship...

credits

released 06 June 2014

THE BAND
Naadia Sheriff – acoustic piano, keyboard, accordion, vocals, all-round consultant!
Jonty Fisher – bass, ukelele, vocals
Sophie Alloway – drums, percussion, groove

THE FRIENDS
Cantabile/The London Quartet - vocals on "Everybody Eats When They Come To My House"
Malcolm Edmonstone - organ on "I'm Gonna Live the Life"
Jay Fisher - vocals and guitar on "Run it Down"

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Track Name: Escape
I was tired of my fella, we'd been together too long
Like a worn-out recording, of a favorite song
So while he lay there sleeping, I read the paper in bed
And in the personals column, there was this letter I read

"If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain
If you're not into yoga, if you have half-a-brain
If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape
I'm the love that you've looked for, write to me, and escape"

I didn't think about my fella, I know that sounds kind of mean
But me and my old fella, had fallen into the same old dull routine
So I wrote to the paper, took out a personal ad
And though I'm nobody's poet, I thought it wasn't half-bad

"Yes, I like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain
I'm not much into health food, I am into champagne
I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon, and cut through all this red tape
At a bar called O'Malley's, where we'll plan our escape"

So I waited with high hopes, then he walked in the place
I knew her smile in an instant, I knew the curve of her face
It was my own lovely fella, and she said, "Oh, it's you"
And we laughed for a moment, and I said, "I never knew"

"That you liked Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain
And the feel of the ocean, and the taste of champagne
If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape
You're the lady that I've looked for, come with me, and escape"

"If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain
And the feel of the ocean, and the taste of champagne
If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape
You're the love that I've looked for, come with me, and escape"
Track Name: Songs of Love
Pale, pubescent beasts roam through the streets
And coffee-shops
Their prey gather in herds in stiff knee-length skirts and white ankle-socks
But while they search for a mate my type hibernate
In bedrooms above
Composing their songs of love

Young, uniform minds in uniform lines
And uniform ties
Run round with trousers on fire and signs of desire they cannot disguise
While I try to find words as light as the birds
That circle above
To put in my songs of love

Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice
So sing while you have time
Let the song shine down from above
And fill you with songs of love

Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice
So let's sing while we still can
While the song hangs high up above
Wonderful songs of love
Beautiful songs of love
Track Name: England 2 Colombia 0
Oh you shouldn't have kissed me and got me so excited
And when you asked me out I really was delighted
So we went to a pub in Belsize Park
And we cheered on England as the sky grew dark

Oh you shouldn't have kissed me cause you started a fire
But then I found out that you're a serial liar

You lied about your status
You lied about your life
You never mentioned your three children
And the fact you have a wife
Now it's England 2 Colombia 0
And I know just how those Colombians feel

If you hadn't passed out while I was talking to your friend
It could have really ended badly cause you very nearly had me
If he hadn't taken pity on my heart full of desire
I might never have found out you're a serial liar

You lied about your status
You lied about your life
You forgot you have three children
You forgot you have a wife
Now it's England 2 Colombia 0
And I know just how those Colombians feel

It is not in my nature to ever pick the winning team
Sometimes I think I'm happy then I remember it's a dream
Now it isn't in my nature to ever pick a winner
I always pick a bastard who would have me for his dinner

I can never possess the object of my desire
Cause he's bound to turn out to be a serial liar
OK I didn't mention my kids, I thought I'd wait a bit
But I am free and single and he's a lying git

Cause he lied about his status
He lied about his life
He forgot he had three children
He forgot he had a wife
And it's England 2 Colombia 0
I know just how those Colombians feel

So I got into a taxi and sobbed all the way home
Called my friend up in Sao Paulo and cried down the phone
I played some tragic music and I lay down to die
But later I woke and I hadn't stopped crying

You should never have kissed me, you tasted of deceit
Your perfume was Adultery but I'm not a piece of meat
So I'll be the one that you couldn't acquire
I found out in time you're a serial liar

You lied about your status
You lied about your life
And I pity your three children
And I pity your poor wife
Now you can go to Hell
I'm going to Brazil
Still it's England 2 Colombia 0
Track Name: O Come All Ye Faithful
O come all ye faithful
Here is our cause:
All dreams are one dream,
All wars civil wars.

Lovers have never found
Agony strange;
We who hate change survive
Only through change.
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Those who are sure of love
Do not complain.
For sure of love is sure
Love comes again.
Track Name: Everybody Eats When They Come To My House
Have a banana, Hannah
Try the salami, Tommy
Get with the gravy, Davy
Everybody eats when they come to my house.

Try a tomato, Plato
Here's cachiattori, Dory
Taste the baloney, Tony
Everybody eats when they come to my house.

I've fixed your favorite dishes
Hopin' this good food fills ya
Work my hands to the bone in the kitchen alone
You better eat if it kills ya.

Well it won't get much harder, Naadia
Wash it down with Piemonte, Jonty
Let's bake a loafy, Sophie
Everybody eats when they come to my house.

Naaida
JOnty
Sophie
Nicholas
Macolm
Jay

Do you like spotted dick, Nick?
Come out and play, Jay
No, shake it like talcum, Malcolm
Everybody eats when they come to my house.

Pass the fazoula, Tallulah
Oh, do have a bagel, Fagel
Crepe Suzette, London Quartet
Everybody eats when they come to my house.

All of my friends are welcome
Don't make me coax you, moax you
Eat the tables, the chairs, the napkins, who cares?
You gotta eat if it chokes ya.

Hey, this is a party, Marty
Well, you get the cherry, Jerry
Oh don't be so picky, Nicky
Cause everybody eats when they come to my house.

PIzza, Pasta, Spaghetti, Doughballs, Tiramisu, Peroni, Pinot Grigio, Piano solo

Everybody eats when they come to my house.
....COME TO MY HOUSE.