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Dirty Pictures
Water of Europe Water of Europe
One of 12 new English chansons and three covers on this 1999 solo album.
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Des de Moor
voice
Stanley Adler
cello
Julia Doyle
double bass
David Harrod
piano
Hamish Orr
bongos
Daniel Teper
accordion

Written in 1995 and performed live many times since, this was part of a batch of songs I conceived specifically with the album in mind, and it was always intended as the opener. The rhythm is derived from tango and bolero but the first phrase of the chorus is pinched from an Anatolian folk tune.
You've read the book, you've seen it on TV:
Dirty pictures,
Dirty stories,
Dirty movies:
Get them here for free.

What we want is happy news,
Preventing all dissenting views
From pooping the party,
A watershed deferred forever,
Family fare that's not too clever
Or too arty.
For with little children safe in bed
And Chucky banned and Freddy dead
And Reservoir Dogs long put to sleep
(A fitting fate for worrying sheep)
We still find we're in too deep.

You've seen the film, you've read the book,
Dirty pictures,
Dirty stories.
You've come back for a second look.
Dirty pictures,
Dirty stories.
Life is like a video store,
Its pillars of wisdom nothing more than
Dirty pictures,
Dirty stories,
Dirty movies
From ceiling down to floor.

Let middle classes get their kicks:
Subtitled sex in foreign flicks
Can't cause infection.
The masses, couch potatoes all,
Whose dishes sprout from every wall:
They need protection. Their children innocently grin,
Those mute repositories of sin.
Strong stimulants and Cert 18s
Can rip the plaster, tear the seams,
Then you'll really hear the screams.

You've seen the film, you've read the book,
Dirty pictures,
Dirty stories.
You've come back for a second look.
Dirty pictures,
Dirty stories.
Life is like a video store,
Its pillars of wisdom nothing more than
Dirty pictures,
Dirty stories,
Dirty movies
From ceiling down to floor.

But open the dooró
I'll show you really filthy pictures
I can't ignore:

Soldiers on desert roads left to die,
Hunched shapes in subways begging as their youth grinds by,
Pot-bellied children rooting in rubbish as food mountains rot,
The obscene, often-seen, ultimate snuff scene between have and have-not.
You may restrict the rating, ring the curtain,
Roll on the MPAA,
Shout "Why oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why?"
But they just won't go away.

You've seen the camera, it's seen you.
Dirty pictures,
Dirty stories.
You've wanked in front of mirrors too.
Dirty pictures,
Dirty stories.
You may fantasise a better day
When life was like a radio play but those
Dirty pictures,
Dirty stories.
Dirty movies
Just won't go away.

Written: Deptford, London, March 1995



 Words
Des de Moor


 Music
Des de Moor


© Copyright Des de Moor 1999

From the album Water of Europe (see left).

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My Father Said (Jacques Brel)
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