Black Poppies

From October 25th 2024 album 'Strawberry Hotel'. This is principal members Rick Smith and Karl Hyde's eleventh studio since 1988's 'Underneath The Radar'. In the late 1970s, Karl Hyde and Rick Smith formed a band in Cardiff called the Screen Gemz, which was influenced by Kraftwerk and reggae.[2][3] They were joined by bassist Alfie Thomas, drummer Bryn Burrows, and keyboardist John Warwicker in forming Freur. The band signed to CBS Records and released Doot-Doot (1983). Freur disbanded in 1986 after CBS withheld the UK release of their followup album, Get Us out of Here.[4] In 1987, Hyde, Smith, Thomas, Burrows and bassist Baz Allen formed Underworld, named after the 1985 horror film Underworld, which was scored by Freur.[5] Underworld signed to Sire Records and released the album Underneath the Radar in 1988. Following the departure of Burrows, they released another album, Change the Weather, in 1989.

[Time] Clickity clack I miss the sound of that It woke me from my sleep I had to find where it was at I stumbled outside through the stripped sycamore trees The leaves all retreated from the January freeze Dancer in the dark I saw the fog of my breath I saw a flash in the park as a coyote wept I walked towards the spark to a cottonwood tree I saw an Olympia it saw a darkness in me Fermented dreams, it saw the rot inside of me It told the shadows I'm glad you brought him to me The metal was cold like a Glock to my head That happened in 03 by now I thought I’d be dead I took the machine home, my mind started to roam The wind started to moan like a Wayne Shorter poem It said phantom navigator I will take you to Atlantis On a saxophone write this night dreamer anthem The machine kept clacking spilling its metallic history It said its great grandfather was Francesco from Italy It spoke of Pellegrino and a Brit named Henry Mill Chris Sholes, Glidden, and Soule, it had stories to tell It helped out the blind, it let people speak In 1874 I got my keys, you call it QWERTY But knowledge is class war they made the imperial brand Then came mass war, they made royal for the material man Used in world war 2 we bombed Hiroshima, Nagasaki too They used the Corona 3, typing destruction with me When hitler needed help, IBM had the remedy Holocaust helpers made the Selectric in the 70s Crying ink it said you humans made a mistake Using computers but showing no love to Ada Lovelace Its ribbon ran dry it had rubber scarred feet I put my ear to its spool and heard a heartbeat I changed its ribbon and said thanks for the knowledge you've given It said there's a soft typewriter tapping the lives we’re living 1984 was written on a Remington The bell tolled for Hemingway he was gone with the setting sun Popping black beauties, Jack wrote on a scroll Orpheus Emerged from his underwood though Baldwin wrote another country with an SM7 Gonzo typed his last letter and took a cannon to heaven Kaczynski used a Montgomery Ward standard Plath pounded on a Hermes, searching for the answers Leonard Cohen drowned his in the Aegean sea It sunk like a beautiful loser as it rusted in peace Thank you for finding me in the park your light was strong Creation has the courage to say you might belong I swear at night machines come alive, I might be wrong But last night I watched the Olympia type this song