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Meet Me at the Depot / Popman

by The Wind-up Birds

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Meet me at the depot We can commandeer a wagon We can hit the road to London Seek adventure without caution Meet me at the depot Early Sunday morning We’ll take off without warning While the city’s sleeping There is nothing of value here This is what the angels say I know you got tired of dreaming This is what the angels say They say meet me at the depot With your hip flask ready There’s this fire in your belly And there’s nothing on the telly Meet me at the depot We’ll leave notes on the conveyors For the gaffer and the packers Tell them not to miss us There is nothing of value here This is what the angels say I know you get tired of dreaming This is what the angels say They say meet me at the depot Promise me you’re coming I didn’t plan all this for nothing I know I’ll be left waiting Meet me at the depot We’ll leave notes on the conveyors For the gaffer and the packers We’ll tell them not to miss us Meet me at the depot With your hip flask ready There’s this fire in your belly And there’s nothing on the telly Meet me at the depot Early Sunday Morning We’ll take off without warning While the city’s sleeping Meet me at the depot We can commandeer a wagon We‘ll hit the road to London Seek adventure without caution There is nothing of value here This is what the angels say I know you get tired of dreaming This is what the angels say You were left on your own You had nowhere to go This is what the angels say You were left on your own You had nowhere to go This is what the angels say They say
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Popman 02:17
There’s something in my mind that’s making me hesitant I can see you're busy It's not important Sorry to disturb you I can tell you later What does that nod mean? Do you want me to wait Or just stay out of your sight maybe It takes a lot of effort to appear this lazy Its not my fault I’m not where I should be You don’t know me or my history I always fancied being a popman (“What?”) Like a milkman for pop Delivering the flavours that you can’t get in the shop (“Pop!”) I’m not talking about the eggman No way That was The Beatles Being surreal about delivery people I can spend all day on an hour’s work A handful of tricks I’ve religiously learnt The years slip away while I look at the clock But what have you done? You’re one to talk This was not my destiny, no I doubt they even have popmen now though A rusted van with broken windows All out of business ‘cause of Asda and Tescos I always fancied being a popman (“What?”) Like a milkman for pop Delivering the flavours that you can’t get in the shop (“Pop!”) But I never wanted to be a milkman No way Despite the family ties I can’t get excited about dairy supplies A man In a van Bringing pop To the people

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"Coming off somewhere between The Fall and Art Brut, Leeds' literary punksters The Wind-Up Birds are showing melodic promise and attitude to boot ... a thrashing celebration of laziness and pop ambition." - 4 out of 5, Danny Canning, Artrocker

"You're probably a regular person and when it comes to angry northerners you most likely take the view that Arctic Monkeys should be slapped, that Mark E Smith may have a point, but could maybe find another one and that Morrissey should just get hold of Prince Harry and get the whole Nazi thing out there. This is why The Wind Up Birds are important. They plough a very acceptable furrow in the rant as music field because they are articulate, talented and abrasive, not because they're from the ever loving north ... Cute, sharp, clever and rocking, we love them now as we loved them before and as you will love them in the future." - Unpeeled.net

"Blimey I can feel hairs standing on the back of my neck and the sinews tightening, panic stricken agit punk pop all the way from Leeds courtesy of the Wind-Up Birds who thus far have seemingly tuned heads, garnered admiring glances and won acclaim from all fortunate enough to have them veer up on their radar [...] directly channelled frenzied bored anthem brittleness" - Losingtoday.com

"these two tracks alone somehow condense all the excitement thus generated by the 80's post-punk explosion into just over 5-minutes . . . Musically, lyrically, conceptually nigh on fucking perfect, this is the kind of A-side we used to put on over and over and over again. [...] Fuckingfantastic!" - Jean Ecoule, Mudkiss.com

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released June 27, 2011

Recorded by Whiskas at House of Mook, 2011

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