Luxtv – Poppy Fields (Live)

By Stu Rook on May 16th, 2011 | Filed under Videos

Poppy Fields  (Live) Video

“Through the dancing poppies stole,
A breeze most softly lulling to my soul” – John Keats

These gig videos were recorded entirely live,  shot at a small venue in London, where we went on after Coldplay and Blur*. Yes, look impressed, because it is impressive. They were captured on 7  cameras  and edited by (http://www.karlwatson.net)

*it was 10/15 years after – but it still counts.

You can download a free mp3 of this live performance below.

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Lux-Lisbon-Poppy-Fields-Live.mp3

Thanking you muchly for listening and downloadings – the file is fully tagged and has the artwork built in so you can load it up in itunes and it’ll look like all your proper music. We hope you find it full of enjoyfuls. The real pleasure in all this is how great it is to let people hear what we’ve been working on – we aren’t asking for any money for our downloads – but it would be very kind if you could send the song or this link to a few friends (http://www.facebook.com/luxlisbonmusic).

This is a version of our song Poppy Fields, recorded totally live, mixed and produced by our super-talented axeman Chris How Kin Sang. Poppy Fields is an older song of ours but probably one of our best.  It is broadly speaking a song of yearning – broadly speaking, though  not yet entirely, set in wartime – for whatever reason alot of WW2 imagery seems apropos when the ol’ song writing comes around.

Placing almost anything in the context of a war makes it all that more poignant, and it can’t hurt to remind ourselves of just how fortunate we are that everything we do is free of such suffocation.

The point of this song I guess is that anyone expressing the sentiments of the lyric in peacetime – might well have the same strength of feeling as the hypothetical flanders field soldier, but it is humbling how much less strife we have to go through to act upon those feelings.  There is nothing like considering that your predecessors have managed to cross decimated, shrapnel ridden bogs in order to make themselves heard to put ones own temporary bout of coyness into perspective.

None of this makes any sense unless you read the lyric that is below. And not even then, because its fluffy bedwetting rubbish :)

POPPY FIELDS

Oh we haven’t come so very far at all my baby
I’ve sunk this gorgeous bomb into my tiny, dirty skull before
But this time baby i’m gonna spit it out,
Just like the words are poison in my mouth

So let me catch my breath
Just let me catch my breath

Oh you are so beautiful my love
Oh you are just so beautiful my love

I’ve got to tell you just how lovely you are
Cos If I don’t I’ll fall and maybe the cuts will scar

Oh you are so beautiful my love
Oh you are just so beautiful my love
That I wanna run, run, run through poppy fields chewed up
by bombs just to be with you

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