the song
title : Making strange
written by : Gregory Kane and Patrick Kane; lyrics by Patrick Kane
song copyright : © 1991 Virgin Music (Publishers) Ltd

the performance
musicians
Pat Kane lead vocal
Greg Kane bass, keyboards, guitar, saxophone, percussion
Ian Morrow drum programming
Eddi Reader additional vocals
Calum Malcolm keyboards
music
key : alternating B flat major and C major chords
time-signature : 4/4
tempo : MM 156
form : v V C V C′ c C V PX
lyrics

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Making strange

shoulder my way through tight crowds
this city leaves a lot to be desired
figures a mix of tat and dowd
adding to their own funeral pyre
money-type in a vacuum suit
living a hermetic life
kicking indigents as he passes
muscle in his temple tight

making strange so I can survive
put it at arms length maybe I’ll stay alive
making strange so I can survive
put it at arms length maybe I’ll stay alive

she’s just a bicep bluebell
a tank commander of the community
beating the glass and concrete back
living like we’re all free
wired-up child with a surface mind
a flickering soul in the street
does a head flip – a morality trip
wonders why he thinks he’s beat

making strange so that I can survive
put it at arms length maybe I’ll stay alive
making strange so that I’ll live this day
never get by with the things that you might say

hey, now babe, now, now, now


ooh yeah, making strange

making strange so that I can survive
put it at arms length, hey maybe I’ll stay alive
alive, alive, alive

Mr Books with an instant line
he’s reaching out for truth that he needs
gets a love strike with an anarchy tyke
now he knows that men also bleed

you gotta make it strange {aaah and behind:}
money-type with a vacuum suit
you gotta make it strange
she’s just a bicep bluebell
you gotta make it strange
she’s just a wired-up, fired-up child {I’m just a wired-up, fired-up child partly behind:}
you gotta make it strange
Mr Books with an instant line {hup, hup, hup}
you gotta make it strange {hup, hup, hup}
money-type with a vacuum suit {mmm-nnn-aaa}
you gotta make it strange {ba-da-aah}
she’s just a bicep bluebell
Mr Books with an instant line
you gotta make it strange {he’s reaching out for truth that he needs}
she’s just a wired-up, fired-up child
you gotta make it strange
Mr Books with an instant line {hup}
you gotta make it strange
money-type in a vacuum suit {ba-da-da-da-aah}
you gotta make it strange
a bicep bluebell

making strange so that I can survive
put it at arms length maybe I’ll stay alive
making strange so that I’ll live this day
wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-oh

explanations
in the booklet this lyric is accompanied by a moderately lengthy quotation from Don DeLillo’s Libra

the recording
personnel
produced by : Gregory Philip Kane
recorded by : Calum Malcolm and others at one of the studios used for the album
mixed by : Calum Malcolm at Castlesound Studios, Pencaitland
mastered by : ? at ?
technical
track timing : 4:05
song timing : 4:01
released on
album : Stars crash down track 4