RIP Grant Mclellan of the Go-betweens

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Enjoy two live tracks recorded at the Cricketeer's Arms in Wellington, NZ, in 1987. These are some of my favorite Go-between songs, which I first heard in 1991 at my college radio station.

"Rare Breed" by the Go-betweens, recorded live at the Cricketeer's Arms, Wellington, NZ, 1987

"Five Words" by the Go-betweens, recorded live at the Cricketeer's Arms, Wellington, NZ, 1987

"It starts with a birthstone
And ends with a tombstone"

Lyrics:

Rare Breed

Stay calm be cool my pride
I know what's locked inside

had enough unhappiness
only makes you sad

and Rare Breed
Rare Breed
Rarer than you are

Rare breed
well I need

Stay cool be calm my heart
Many years we've been so far apart

had enough unhappiness
only makes you sad

and Rare Breed
Rare Breed
Rarer than you are

well Rare breed
well I need

someone to have
someone to hold
who will do as they're told

someone to keep
somewhere to sleep
a place I've been told

windows at night
I look inside

all the [?]
window shop

you're scared
(r-a-r-e b-r-e-e-d)
should not be
(r-a-r-e b-r-e-e-d)
so scared
(r-a-r-e b-r-e-e-d)
so damn scared
(r-a-r-e b-r-e-e-d)

you won't need a chaperone
a good excuse to go home
it's had enough unhappiness
kiss and kick
and goodbye

and Rare Breed
Rare Breed
Rarer than you are

Rare breed
well I need

someone to have
someone to hold
who will do as they're told

someone to keep
a place to sleep
a voice I've been told

Rare Breed
Rare Breed
Rarer than you are

Rare breed
well I need...


Five Words

It starts with a birthstone
And ends with a tombstone
Cathedrals in london,
Cathedrals in rome, all stone.

And I just say (what do you say?)
And I just say (what do you say?)
Bury them dont keep em.
And I just know (what do you know?)
And I just know (what do you know?)
Bury them dont keep em.

Praise to the vision
That pays for the angel.
Coins in communion
Ring like a halo.

Lay me down
On my knees
By my bed
At night.

Lay me down
On my knees
By my bed
At night.

Hail to the generals
But hell to the public.
Bows for the bishop
And bones for believers.

Chorus

Rap, rap, rap on the lid.
Rap, rap, rap on the lid.
Bury them dont keep em etc.

(courtesy of mefi)