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Down In The Street Below

Press the doorbell and push the door
Climb the darkened stairwell to the second floor
She'll be waiting for you in her dressing-gown
With the drink she poured you when she heard the sound
Watch the film, eat the food she cooked
Talk of how the film ain't half as good as the book
Kiss her sleepy eyes closed and say "it's time"
To slip beneath the shadows of the bedroom blinds

 

Well it's always a pleasure and never a chore
But you just don't know whether you're doing it for the right reasons
It's cold for the season down in the street below

 

Men and women go about their business
Picking up the last few things for Christmas
Trying not to step upon the pigeons
Praying to the gods of their religions
That they might be spared a little longer
That they might become a little stronger
Down in the street below

 

Everybody's on a secret mission
Everybody's got their own ambitions
They would tell you if they thought you'd listen
They would say how lately they've been wishing
For the chance to meet a handsome stranger
Lead a life of elegance and danger
Down in the street below
Down in the street below

 

Way up high in a phallic tower
You're swimming in a tiny galaxy of stars
Knocking back mojitos at the cocktail bar
Talking 'bout burritos and conceptual art
Your armchair's round and your glass is square
The clientele's straight out of this month's Vanity Fair
Well look around the place, something's not quite right
Yours is the only face that you don't recognize

 

Well it's always a pleasure and never a chore
But you just don't know whether you're doing it for the right reasons
It's cold for the season down in the street below

The Divine Comedy - Catherine The Great

The Divine Comedy - Catherine The Great (Official Video)
Taken from the forthcoming album Foreverland released 2nd September 2016
The Divine Comedy on tour: tour dates and tickets available here - http://thedivinecomedy.com

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with
Elina Löwensohn, Neil Hannon, Céline Lesage, Frédéric Karakozian, Lauren Thwaites, Arthur Claisse, Erwan Robert-Thomasson and Raphaël Neal

Writer, director, editor: Raphaël Neal
Cinematographer: Nicolaos Zafiriou
Camera assistant: Arthur Claisse
Gaffer: Xavier Bru
Best boys (gaffer): Erwan Robert-Thomasson and Xavier Cordonnier
Steadycamer: David Patel
First assistant to director: Elvire Duvelle-Charles
Hair & Make-up: Clarisse Waquet and Marine Lebrun
Costumes: Colombe Lauriot-Prévost
Set designer: Bastien Forestier-Rischard
assisted by Olivier Hertz
Unit manager: Réjane Ruby
Assistants unit manager: Samuel Neal and Lauren Thwaites
Color-grading: Nicolaos Zafiriou
Production: Mathilde Trichet and Raphaël Neal for Strutt Films / http://struttfilms.com/en

Thanks to Pauline Jacobiak (Théâtre Amandiers-Nanterre), Jean Skarstedt (Château de Livres) and Antoine Fromental

A Lady of a Certain Age

Back in the day you had been part of the smart set
You'd holidayed with kings, dined out with starlets
From London to New York, Cap Ferrat to Capri
In perfume by Chanel and clothes by Givenchy
You sipped camparis with David and Peter
At Noel's parties by Lake Geneva
Scaling the dizzy heights of high society
Armed only with a cheque-book and a family tree

 

You chased the sun around the Cote d'Azur
Until the light of youth became obscured
And left you on your own and in the shade
An English lady of a certain age
And if a nice young man would buy you a drink
You'd say with a conspiratorial wink
"You wouldn't think that I was seventy"
And he'd say,"no, you couldn't be!"

 

You had to marry someone very very rich
So that you might be kept in the style to which
You had all of your life been accustomed to
But that the socialists had taxed away from you
You gave him children, a girl and a boy
To keep your sanity a nanny was employed
And when the time came they were sent away
Well that was simply what you did in those days

 

You chased the sun around the Cote d'Azur
Until the light of youth became obscured
And left you on your own and in the shade
An English lady of a certain age
And if a nice young man would buy you a drink
You'd say with a conspiratorial wink
"You wouldn't think that I was sixty three"
And he'd say,"no, you couldn't be!

 

Your son's in stocks and bonds and lives back in Surrey
Flies down once in a while and leaves in a hurry
Your daughter never finished her finishing school
Married a strange young man of whom you don't approve
Your husband's hollow heart gave out one Christmas Day
He left the villa to his mistress in Marseilles
And so you come here to escape your little flat
Hoping someone will fill your glass and let you chat about how

 

You chased the sun around the Cote d'Azur
Until the light of youth became obscured
And left you all alone and in the shade
An English lady of a certain age
And if a nice young man would buy you a drink
You'd say with a conspiratorial wink
"You wouldn't think that I was fifty three"
And he'd say,"no, you couldn't be!

The Divine Comedy - Tonight We Fly

Tonight we fly
Over the houses
The streets and the trees
Over the dogs down below
They'll bark at our shadows
As we float by on the breeze


Tonight we fly
Over the chimney tops
Skylights and slates -
Looking into all your lives
And wondering why
Happiness is so hard to find


Over the doctor, over the soldier
Over the farmer, over the poacher
Over the preacher, over the gambler
Over the teacher, over the rambler
Over the lawyer, over the dancer
Over the voyeur,over the builder and the destroyer,
Over the hills and far away


Tonight we fly
Over the mountains
The beach and the sea
Over the friends that we've known
And those that we now know
And those who we've yet to meet


And when we die
Oh, will we be
That disappointed
Or sad
If heaven doesn't exist
What will we have missed
This life is the best we've ever had