Ring The Hungry Bell

by Cultural Amnesia

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Ring The Hungry Bell comprises four tracks recorded 1982/3. They are taken from the 30-track double album of 1980s material Press My Hungry Button, now available at CA’s Bandcamp. The EP comes with PDF booklet and a video for the track ‘Hot in the house’, written for CA by John Balance. The video features mailart and other images by Balance.

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released June 5, 2016

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Cultural Amnesia UK

Part of the post-punk/industrial tape scene of the 70s and 80s, Cultural Amnesia released three cassette albums and, since the late 90s, have begun recording once again.

All digitally available music can be found here. Biographical information is at the band’s website.
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Track Name: Hot In The House
It was mere folly… I didn’t mark it
there’s more here than there seems… I don’t like it

50,000 wild flutes blow up a storm
there’s someone within us, someone amongst us
someone who knows what frightens and thrills us
there’s laughter behind you and someone is crying
wild dogs are running through dry riverbeds

Go down to the town, down to the town

Go down to the town, down to the town
where they never work all their lives
so they just lie about
lost until knives cut the skins from their backs
the butchers, the bakers, the nightmare makers
all lost till they stammer out there’s answers for life

Go down to the town, down to the town

He loves his little children, he waits in their bedrooms
merging with furniture, hiding in playthings

He comes down, he comes down
the father of fear with a family to feed
collector, reactor, collator, relater
sheds tears, he sheds skins… he is here
surrounded by wild men and ghosts and wild boys
he is wise, he is panic, he is fear

We are tense we cannot sleep
we pull wool from the backs of sheep
o hot in your houses and stained by dead horses
situations repeated like films of your past
like babies in baskets, like rats in the rushes
Bou Jeloud is searching for secrets inside

He loves little children, he waits in their bedrooms
merging with furniture, hiding in playthings
Track Name: Fingertip Testing
Is this the first time, is this the last time
give me a penny and we’ll do it again
is this the first time, is this the last time
well that colour it don’t stain

Reality’s just an index of pleasures
sing happy birthday to our new appliance
that quaint shire your innocence leaks from your eyes
and your new manifesto drips from your thighs
your heart is a plumb bob it swings as you dance
and it snaps as you flounder on somebody’s lance
your body’s my canvas your eyes the occasion
I’ll muck out your stables and then teach you persuasion

What do you say shall we go to the bedroom
shall we go to the bathroom shall we go to the church
shall we go to the kitchen shall we go to the limit
for I’ve been fingertip testing as well
for they all ring the hungry bell

The large size of relief, the sweet smell of excess
and I’ve got your handle and you’re under my press

Outshout the thunder, outstare the sun
life’s just an index of pleasures when you are young

Don’t ask my meanings they’re all obscene
the opposite sex is just a substitute for jelly and ice cream
here we go…
Get it up get it down
get it off get it on
get it in get it out
yeah in and out
till you just can’t get it no more
yeah

< chorus >

I came, I came with you in mind my dear
I came, I came and what with the drone in my ears my dear
I came, I came and what with the drone in my ears my dear

Sitting in the garden eating bread and horseradish sauce
sitting in the garden in my liberty bodice
sauce, sauce, sauce, saucy horse
sauce, sauce, saucy horse
oeuf de cheval, oeuf de cheval
saddle my baby I’ve got to go
sympathy, sympathy and what of sympathy
locks and keys and people praying
and boys and girls and horses kissing

And what with the drone in my ears