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The Singing's Getting Better

by Roy Moller & Sporting Hero

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1.
All The World 03:05
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You found me like a broken tractor Rusting on a farm or maybe an actor Resting in a bar-room with no lines to perform And if all the world’s a stage you’re putting me on Everything you say sounds scripted But the truth’s here in its way, it’s just encrypted With a clue through your eyes and a code inside your cough And if all the world’s a bus it’s putting me off At your stop, I can’t let this drop You’re obsessing me Don’t know about you but it’s getting to me Bm Em Refrigerator’s clicking into motion Hums to you its mantra of devotion You flicked a switch for me I itched to have turned on And if all the world’s a stage where’s the audience gone? Won't you tell me, won't you tell me? Won't you tell me, won't you tell me?
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Losin' The Will To Give 02:46
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If it's true for you I never knew your world is blue... Baby’s in a bad mood Like the song by Michael Shelley Oooh oooh oooh oooh I don’t mean to be rude But I’d rather watch the telly Oooh oooh oooh oooh I know I’ve been up to my limit And at the limit I should begin again Pour the water flowing through the sieve Losing the will to give I hate this moaning and bitching Losing the will to give If you want to stir it, join a soup kitchen Losing the will to give I know I’ve been up to my limit And at the limit you can begin again Know I oughta but this way you live I’m losing the will to give Night time is a void, it’s a battle to fill it Time is on your side but you kill it Yeah, you’re the limit And at the limit you should begin again Pour the water flowing through the sieve Losing the will to give I know I've been up to my limit And at the limit I should begin again Pour the water flowing through the sieve Losing the will to give Thought that we agreed You got to tell me what you need Losing the will to give....
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Golden Grey 02:02
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Oldest buildings left in town They witness every up and down All ventured and begun Filtered through watery sun Chorus: I wish I could stay (in this city) of Golden Grey (In this city) I couldn’t give it away last night Now so much has come to light Oldest buses in the fleet They pick up speed when we meet Rubble growing everywhere Head fill, treadmill, I don’t care (Chorus) Oldest plane still flying free Under clouds cast on the sea Over our heads – take a look Illuminate my open book (Chorus) x2
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Mis-Spent Youth 02:48
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I can't tell the facts from truth What I had was mis-spent youth All those nights inside myself Nights that I denied myself Add up to a mis-spent youth Let a lot of time go by That was then but now I try Never having any fun Catching up's an endless run When you've done a mis-spent youth Tell the truth – mis-spent youth Tell the truth – mis-spent youth You can waste a fortune Having wild times Wasting in your bedroom That's the real crime Might as well be down the mines So you save and invest A bullet in your chest fired by Cupid at you The girl you like built her own motorbike Jump back to the end of the queue Wooh wooh wooh... You can waste a fortune Having wild times Wasting in your bedroom That's the real crime Might as well be in the pines I can't tell the facts from truth What I had was mis-spent youth All those nights inside myself Nights that I denied myself Add up to a mis-spent youth Tell the truth – mis-spent Youth Tell the truth....
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Beneath The Tarmac 02:52
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Watch a dim headlamp, today drives up the ramp In tomorrow’s van, did the best it can With the midnight damp, with the midnight damp You think the world revolves around you That women all dissolve around you Let all in all resolve around you, round you All around you… A weary era in her eyes Steel windows, city outskirt skies Through days of seven second sun Seven second sun… Beneath the tarmac lie the cobblestones Beneath the cobbles lies the beach Beneath our squabbles and our sighs and moans And all above it we can reach out We can reach out yea
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If I Was Like You 03:20
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Of all the things you ever wanted Of all the things you said I’d be I’m a man and walking upright It’s something else you want to see Ooh, if I changed my point of view Ooh, and I learned to be like you Would you miss me if I was like you? You say I lack sophistication The world of art has never been my thing I write songs for a living I don’t sell them but it doesn’t matter anyway Ooh, if I changed my point of view Ooh, and I tried to be like you Would you miss me if I was like you? Lady Godiva never charged for a penny Lady Godiva on the streets of Coventry Naked on a horse of gold Everything I touch turns to silver Ooh, if I changed my point of view Ooh, and I tried to be like you Would you miss me if I was like you? I never wanted to be me Because there’s always something better that I see And I’m afraid that it’s not you, my friend Ooh, if I changed my point of view Ooh, and I tried to be like you Would you miss me if I was like you? Ooh, if I changed my point of view Ooh, and I tried to be like you Would you miss me if I was like you? Would you miss me if I was like you? Would you miss me if I was like you? Would you miss me if I was like you?
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Close Enough For Jazz 04:14
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Leaves that were green Still hang round the scene With the yellow and gold On the trees Seasons are harmonizing in turn Meet up, exchanging their keys Recall the parliament From its long recess My budget’s capped, My suitcase strapped Put on your winter dress Chorus: Seasons kissing, people pass This is close enough for jazz People kissing, seasons pass - This is close enough for jazz The river is rich With floodlit ships At night and the days Have a chill in the air We might not be tuned To the voyage of the moon But there is a stage we can share Recall the parliamen From its long recess My budget’s capped My suitcase strapped Put on your winter dress (Chorus) Middle: I’m not a sentimental guy Ain’t been that way since the good old days The good old days Recall the parliament from its long recess My budget’s capped, my suitcase strapped Take off your winter dress (Chorus) Outro: Close enough for jazz
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I Remember Dreams 04:09
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Quantity has a quality, they say, all of its own Countless lonely nights are calling me, claiming me for their own The storm it squalls outside my door like some spoiled child I get very introspective when the night gets wild Chorus: I remember dreams brought into the light I remember dreams do long it seems the dreams become my life In a field of phantoms and shadows Each lonely night the same Pendulum swings through the line of time Play the try to get to sleep game The lonely night wind hollers its snowbound country hymn But its beauty must be taller than the thoughts I got caught up in (Chorus)
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I Love You More Than I Hate Him 02:08
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Do I love you more than I hate him These words from my mouth verbatim He better heed my ultimatum Keep away from you Did the devil just create him Then your kisses animate him Disappointments I must state them That he stays with you Down the hall sleep ain’t sweet, ain’t there at all Thinking ‘bout him lying next to you Every time you come on my telephone line I’m hoping that you’ll tell me that you’re through – you never do I love you more than I can tell, my Juliet, my Jezebel I wish he slept in some jail cell, I hope he satisfies Your sweet lust, though I don’t trust Your judgement, then again I must Sweep up the dreams that turn to dust And swat away the flies Down the hall sleep ain’t sweet, ain’t there at all Thinking ‘bout him lying next to you Every time you come on my telephone line I’m hoping that you’ll tell me that you’re through – you never do
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Pop Music Bores 04:02
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Winston Churchill – he himself is never known to have loved Elvis Play a song for Desmond Tutu he might tap a Beatle boot to He might like to Twist & Shout it – I don’t know, somehow I doubt it Chorus: Pop music bores, pop music bores, pop music bores better people than me Pop music bores, pop music bores, pop music bores better people than me Out of Africa to Asia, we all know Mother Teresa When she hear E.L.O. Now, she say “Hey I gotta go now” (Slow down) She was saintly, superhuman (Hold on) Didn’t dig Sweet Talkin’ Woman cos... (Chorus)
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The Singing's Getting Better 03:03
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She got a V-neck sweater but she wears it like a curse The singing’s getting better but the songs are getting worse She came up with the chorus but she can’t lay claim to the verse Who ever wrote it nobody’s gonna reimburse They say she got a lot of soul but no control of her purse She’ll drag you out of bed when it’s time for your medicine nurse Everything her manager said’s in a manner so terse Because the singing’s getting better but the songs are so much worse Me, I’m just a hack cutting tracks in a factory line She is just a hick, not a lick of sense in her mind As the lights are glaring, paparazzi say she got style The phones she’s wearing make her look like a Nazi on trial Sitting in the studio, - oh, how we need to rehearse Because the singing’s getting better but the songs are getting worse Me, I’m just a hack cutting tracks in a factory line And she is just a hick, not a lick of sense in her mind Maybe one day the roles will be reversed The songs getting better but the singing getting worse She’ll win a Novello but bellow fit to burst Till then the singing’s getting better but the songs ain’t as good as her first l.p.
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Love Is The Easy Way Out 03:00
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Buy low , sell high, things that I tell you Comin' at you day and night Goodbye, hello, I heaven and hell you Somethin' 'bout it don't seem right And it's all the same so I'm not surprised you doubt That love is the easy way, love is the easy way Love is the easy way, love is your easy way out Hey there my sister, my sisters and brothers I could tell you day and night Love's gettin' wasted, wasted on lovers Somethin' 'bout it don't seem right Give it to the sick, give it to the old and the poor Love's not the easy way, love's not the easy way Love's not the easy way, love's not the easy way out Middle: Youth is wasted on the young Up the ladder to the second rung I think about you day and night The lyrics are wrong but the song is somehow right (Repeat verse 1) Easy way out...
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You Got My Backing 02:50
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New day, OK, so you're packing If you wanna go you got my backing Two guitars, bass and drums Synthesizer when the evening comes for you If you're packing you've got my backing You, so you're packing, you've got my backing I’m a slideshow presentation Of a cubist installation Eyes to the left, nose to the right That’s the way the band will play all night for you If you're packing you've got my backing, you... So you're packing, you've got my backing. The band looks quite a picture Gathered round the big bass drum Could become a permanent fixture For one night stands to come

about

Remastered version of Mecca Holding Co CD MECCA7.


That Roy Moller can still be described as Scotland’s best kept secret is a mystery to me. His abilities are obvious and this, his third LP, is yet another cracker from one of Scotland’s most original contemporary songwriters. 'The Singing’s Getting Better' is a more acoustic and country-tinged affair than Moller’s previous albums, but he seems completely at home with any genre. This album is a superb addition to Moller’s already impressive canon. Musically and lyrically he is clearly at the top of his game. I hope that this will be the album that brings Moller’s work to the wider audience that it deserves. Andy Cassidy, Pennyblackmusic, April 2012.


This is a cracker of an album, highlighted by Moller's ability to both write great songs songs and perform them in a way that connects with the listener. Hints of rock, country, folk, rockabilly and even psychedelia are all evident over the 36-minute running time. Moller has once again delivered an album of real quality and one that improves with every listen. This is definitely a record worth checking out. Rik Wolters, The Sound Project, April 2012



The third album from Roy is a must for anyone who likes sitting on a sun lounger listening to real, stirring music rather than repetitive beats. It starts with the harmonica drenched All The World which features Thrum vocalist Monica Queen.The 60s hippy-esque Golden Grey could be a lost Monkees track. But it’s not all chirpiness, the piano-led Beneath The Tarmac finger wags to an ego-maniac “you think the world revolves around you” to a prowling, dissatisfied beat. This is a beautiful, well crafted album that soars ever higher with joy at every play. Rick Fulton, Daily Record April 27th, 2012


A collection of pleasing songs that range from sunny to sombre.There’s a great range of songs here that take what he learned in crafting well-orchestrated numbers, and injects more of himself into it. It’s not silly little love songs, it’s something a lot more personal… Great songs, and smart arrangements. Matthew Slater, Ravechild, July 2012

This is an album where songwriting comes first and the actual delivery is irrelevant – the fact that it all comes together is a bonus. Pop Music Bores’s title belies the subject matter and it sounds like Moller and pals are having a rare old time. He’s not afraid to call on pals to help out – the Monica Queen duet is particularly lovely – though you suspect that they’re as happy to be here as he is to have them. Whether it’s acoustic tunes like If I Was Like You, or the title track, it’s largely enormous fun – the latter a barroom singalong that requires no outside help, but is all the better for it. “The singing’s getting better but the songs are getting worse he declares – well, he’s right on one count. Bernhard Bessing, isthismusic, June 26th 2012

A wry humour pervades the lyrics and, indeed escapes into the production with Monica Queen’s Suzi Jane Hokum style contribution to All The World standing right amongst the chef’s selection of seasonal vegetables. The laconic charm of title track The Singing’s Getting Better is similarly hard to deny. Maturity shines through the songs of The Singing’s Getting Better … You won’t be leaving anything on your plate after listening to this one. Bluesbunny, June 2012


Hints of 1950s picking, Ray Davies at his 60s best and a country-mood Jagger and Richards gel with modern folk to capture a free-wheeling spirit…as if Glasgow and Muswell Hill had relocated just east of Memphis… a fabulous alternative to saccharine pop, pompous rock and bland soul for the most world-weary Earth dweller. A wonderful album. Keith Ames, The Musician, Summer 2012

credits

released May 1, 2012

Moller (1,4,7,8,9) Moller/Jackson/Hero (2) Moller/Hero (3, 5)
The Company (10,11,12) The Company, arr. Hero (6)

Roy Moller vocals, guitar, keyboards
Sporting Hero drums (3, 6) vocals, guitar, harmonica, keyboards, bass, ukelele, percussion, kazoo
with... Monica Queen vocals (1, 6, 8)
Ian Stoddart drums (2, 4, 7, 8, 9)
Heather Wellcoat - violin (5, 11, 12)
Janis Fyfe Murray cello (5)
Produced by Sporting Hero and Roy Moller
Engineered by Sporting Hero

Additional engineering by Johnny Smillie and Danny Mitchell.


Recorded 2009-2011
Artwork by Jane Turpentine

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