https://youtu.be/0bM0wVjU2-k


https://consequenceofsound.net/2019/...an-dies-at-56/




R.I.P.

Two-tone legend “Ranking” Roger Charlery passed away on Tuesday. The English Beat (known in their England home simply as The Beat) and General Public frontman was 56.

The announcement of Charlery’s death was announced via The Beat’s ******** page. “‘He fought & fought & fought, Roger was a fighter,'” reads the post. “Sadly Roger past away a few hours ago peacefully at his home surrounded by family. Roger’s family would like to thank everyone for their constant support during this tough time.”
In 1978, at the age of 15, Charlery co-founded The Beat as the lead vocalist and main toaster (the Jamaican dancehall style of talk-singing over a rhythm). The band recorded three albums before their breakup in 1983, helping define two-tone on albums like I Just Can’t Stop It and Special Beat Services with hits including “Mirror in the Bathroom”, “Can’t Get Used to Losing You”, and “Save It for Later”.

Another suburban family morning.
Grandmother screaming at the wall.

We have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies
We can't hear anything at all.
Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration,
But we know all her suicides are fake.

Daddy only stares into the distance
There's only so much more that he can take.
Many miles away something crawls from the slime
At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake.

Another industrial ugly morning
The factory belches filth into the sky.
He walks unhindered through the picket lines today,
He doesn't think to wonder why.
The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street,
But all he ever thinks to do is watch.
And every single meeting with his so-called superior
Is a humiliating kick in the crotch.
Many miles away something crawls to the surface
Of a dark Scottish loch.

Another working day has ended.
Only the rush hour hell to face.
Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes.
Contestants in a suicidal race.
Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance,
He knows that something somewhere has to break.
He sees the family home now looming in his headlights,
The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache.
Many miles away there's a shadow on the door
Of a cottage on the shore
Of a dark Scottish lake
Many miles away

I haven't heard this for awhile...

Kim Wilde - Kids in America (1981)

so many highschool party driving home ghosts

and ditto

The Lady Wore Black [Queensrÿche - Live in Tokyo 1984/08/05]

Never knew they were white