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When the Curtain goes Bang! An Anthology

by Auto da Fé

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djirish Hi Trevor,
It's great to be able to listen to the music of Auto Da Fe again. I was a weekly regular at the gigs in the baggot inn and I often had a quick chat with you as you were setting up your gear. Thank you Trevor & Gay & the band for the amazing music and the good times. Sean ( DJ Irish ) Favorite track: Blood into Life.
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myleslally I absolutely Loved this band for years ! Saw them many times over the years and loved all the gigs from the Lark in the Park to the Harbour bar in Rush and the TV Club.
When Gay and Trevor stopped I reckon the world was still not ready for the bands infectious Riffs and Tongue in Cheek Electro/pop Rock Gems.

I'm thrilled to find this 32 track selection of their great catalogue , but there are more other Gems you might not have heard ???
I think I've a few tapes somewhere !!!
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1.
The Merchant 05:09
THE MERCHANT Lyrics Gay Woods I had come to trade my talents, I came with a bad name, I couldn’t find a galleon So my mother, she found a plane. I chose a place with connections, A town I knew from the past But the only thing wrong was the climate, I didn’t count on the north sea blast. And I didn’t count on meeting the merchant Only the middle man But the man at the top, he came to shop When he saw what I had to sell; The merchant was keen, he knew how to deal, He looked quite good looking too, He was tall and clean, he knew the scene, Taught me a thing or two. He sold me signs of survival, A trial I could not lose, It was enough, enough to keep me alive, Evidence I could use. He gave me some good reasons, It seemed like he’d been there too, He said, he said I made him feel strong, When he sampled my Celtic brew; Now if anyone else had said it, I would have laughed in his face, But it was where he placed the emphasis, His timing fell into place. He sold me signs of survival, A trial I could not lose, It was enough, enough to keep me alive, Evidence I could use.
2.
Marking Time 02:21
MARKING TIME Lyrics Gay Woods If I call you on the telephone, Call you up and you’re not at home, Could I go up to your house Go completely unannounced. If you see me on the street, No need to look so indiscreet, If you see me drink too much, It’s just my way of staying in touch. I could write someone a letter, Look at the TV for company. See the face on the blacked-out screen Looking back at me. You girls are all alike, You talk too much and cry at night, See her run to the wall, When the boys begin to brawl. Now with all this time on our hands We’re saying how many we have, But see her walk that empty road, The man in Rome say She no good She no good She no good. I could write someone a letter, Look at the TV for company. See the face on the blacked-out screen Looking back at me.
3.
The Angelus 04:34
THE ANGELUS Lyrics Gay Woods I’m learning to live without you, I’m learning to live with myself. I’m learning to live with others, I’m comparing my life to my mother’s. But I’m still waking in the night I’m waking up with stagefright, ‘Cos I’m afraid of living I’m afraid of just surviving. And there’s sometimes I think I’m psychic, Or maybe I’m only a witch, ‘Cos if the sun shone on the day I’d smell winter come the night. So I go in town, I hang around, Pretending I am cured, But my 60’s complaint is the 80’s lament, Paranoia still rules. They have me lying in bed thinking the world is dead. They have me lying in bed thinking the world is dead. Pray for us sinners. My mother she lives at my roots, Her hair was as black as coal, But now my dye is growing out I see more into her soul. My head was my misfortune I just gave away my name. But now I see their faces They let it happen just the same. I’m lying in bed thinking the world is dead. They have me lying in bed thinking the world is dead. I’m lying in bed thinking the world is dead. Dying, dying, dying, dying, dying, dying And the word was made flesh. Recorded Crossroads Studio Oss, Holland 1981 Vocals Gay Woods Keyboards Trevor Knight Drums Theo Wanders Bass Karel van Rijn Guitar Joop van Nimwegen Engineer Manuel Kooymans Produced by Trevor Knight Gay Woods Theo Wanders
4.
Auto da Fé 04:02
Auto da Fé Lyrics Gay Woods Hey somebody give us something, Hey somebody give us something, Don’t make us cop out, Don’t make us blot out, Hey somebody give us some. We’re down and out, we’re down and outs, We have energy to sell, energy to kill, No money, no money to buy disco So we walk, walk, walk till we drop down dead. We are night hawkers, street walkers- Laugh little girl your teenage scream- She looks so queer but she sees your leer, But don’t forget, don’t forget, Don’t forget your line leads to here- Right here babies. Hey somebody give us something, Hey somebody give us something, Don’t make us cop out, Don’t make us blot out, Hey somebody give us some. Listen listen to the newsbroadcasts, Get off, get off to the Radio Beat, They are testing, testing, cheating, cheating Day and night it’s the new witch-hunt. Trouble and struggle, toil and strife, I see it as part of this wonderful new life, Dawn to dawn, I’m still going wrong, But I’m holding on, I’m holding on, I’m holding on, still hanging on.…….. It’s like an auto da fé, It’s like an auto da fé, It’s like an auto da fé, It is an auto da fé- This is your auto da fé- It’s just an auto da fé- I won’t do what they say- I can’t do what they say……… It’s the sweet eighties way- It’s the sweet eighties way……
5.
Lot 3 02:36
LITTLE LOT 3 Lyrics Gay Woods Walk in the night and it’s like a mock spring, Hear all the bands fighting to sing, Walk in the night by the park light In the black territory. See old sadness sidle away, A dark willow got nothing to say, It’s there again but its bare again, In the black territory. I was watching all the leaves falling down, Some went crisp, some to slime, I was busy doing nothing at the time, In the black territory. And I get the full feeling of a memory, A heartbreak, a memory, a heartbreak. Yes I get the full feeling of a memory, A heartbreak, a memory, a heartbreak. So you take your life and you live it, You take your life and don’t kill it…. What am I bid for little lot 3, What am I bid for little lot 3??? I look at the black leather boys Plus the ones in the coduroys, I could swear on that skin like a queen on a knight In the black territory. I always go mad in the month of March, When the birds go hop, hop for the starch, Love comes to roost, I get the boost In the black territory. And I get the full feeling of a memory, A heartbreak, a memory, a heartbreak. Yes I get the full feeling of a memory, A heartbreak, a memory, a heartbreak. So you take your life and you live it, You take your life and don’t kill it…. What am I bid for little lot 3, What am I bid for little lot 3???
6.
GOOD LOOKS (AREN’T EVERYTHING) Lyrics Gay Woods Good looks aren’t everything, You gotta have something, something on your mind. You can dress to kill, You can dress to live, But only good looks, good looks, Will get you where you wanna go- where do you wanna go? You have to know a man in the right place Be there when it’s at the right pace, Count on people you knew in your past Talk now while the going is fast. No appointments can be made rush, rush, Someone special might call from the trade, Stay at home with the telephone, telephone, Stay at home or go out alone. CHORUS Catch the post expresso, expresso Watch the moon take its course, Live on faith instead of hope, See it stay a little longer. Spare time for cats and dogs, Sweet little girls calling at your door, The mornings are mine- Here! Take this evening, hold on to your nights, Hold on to your nights. Careful with your memory, Keep your personality, Careful with your memory, Keep your personality- Which one to wear tonight, Who shall I be tonight? A voice on wire, a voice on a microphone… So you pin your heart on a tightrope, Hold your head up in the air, Dice with Original Sin, Hope a baby won’t begin. Shrug off the friendly critics, The disappointed few, Suspicious tones you find in your letters, Reminders of a place you once called Home, You once called Home. CHORUS
7.
SONG FOR LADY LAZARUS Lyrics Gay Woods When I walked in the valley of the shadow of death I couldn’t taste no sweetness, No water to drink at the fount of life, No soul to feel its music. We are like sheep, we are going astray, No angel around to guide us, Each one a world that has no end, With so many new beginnings. You ask me where that girl has gone Like sweet innocence, at the water line. He asks me where that time has gone, It’s gone to new motherhood on the river bed, river bed. When I awoke I looked to the east, It was just like a new creation. I didn’t need that sun going down- It felt like a revelation. You ask me where that girl has gone Like sweet innocence, at the water line. He asks me where that time has gone, It’s gone to new motherhood on the riverbed, riverbed.
8.
WHEN THE CURTAIN GOES BANG! Lyrics Gay Woods I can’t express what’s affecting me, I can’t write down my reasoning powers, I can’t describe my disabilities, I can’t explain what I feel for you, What I feel for you, you, you. I want to be a mother, I don’t want any other, Our love goes deep, so deep, so deep. I love you in blue and that includes the socks, They tinkle off the sky in your eye, I love when you look like black on white, You’re an optical illusion, you’re optical art, Optical art, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. See how I love thee, See how I want to make three, See how I love thee. See how I want to make three…… I condemn the manipulation of innocents, I condemn those who can’t hold their kids. I adore mothers and Domesticated animals. I missed my mother when she wasn’t in her place, I didn’t understand money, I didn’t understand isolation- I saw mine through a sun-lit room, Through the face in profile, The shadow of the clock. When the curtain goes bang that’s it- I close down, When the curtain goes bang that’s it- I close down- Outside turns to jelly, Inside to dark dots. This is an analyst’s dream- This is my own deaf mute scene. This is an analyst’s dream- This is my own deaf mute scream. See how I love thee, See how I want to make three, See how I love thee. See how I want to make three……123 –you, me , plus one
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NOVEMBER NOVEMBER Lyrics Gay Woods November, November, Preparation, creation, Help us, help us, Hear the new born cries, The scorpion was showing her low cut dress She revealed two sides to her sulky face, Her leaves hung like orange peels Stripped from her limbs, O create for us a being, bright as moon sheen. November, November, Preparation, creation, Help us, help us, Hear the new born cry, They’ll take down the details, They’ll toss about the entrails, We listen for the car wheels, We listen for the voice trails, Silence comes when the radio goes- I don’t need that proof- See the bright eyed babies call, call to the wind, See the bright eyed babies call, call to the wind. November, November, Preparation, creation, Help us, help us, Hear the new born cry, You can hear those new born cries I can hear those unborn cries I can hear those helpless cries.
10.
BAD EXPERIENCE Lyrics Gay Woods LIES LIES LIES…. It still haunts me It still lives within, That bad time, that bad experience, I wish I could find someone somewhere To wash that time. They were bad people with sweetened faces, Looked at honesty like crime, Who could believe such straight expression Could hide such crooked smiles. They were hard workers, Worked on confidence- No time to lose on love; Chain on their door, lights blazed through the night, Who were they frightened for? It still haunts me It still lives within, That bad time, that bad experience, I wish I could find someone somewhere To wash that time. They lived in hope of a heaven when they died, Here they created a hell, My blood ran cold while their television noise Drowned the lies, lies, lies, lies… I pray their spirits will leave me alone Leave me an empty space, When I lie down……
11.
Man of Mine 03:57
MAN OF MINE Lyrics Gay Woods O I am so in love with you man of mine, O I am so in love with you man of mine. Don’t let this heart turn to stone When you see me say I’ll never have a child of my own, Man of mine, man of mine. This love is so heavy, Why do I feel so light, This love is heavenly, It grows deepest on the night, Deepest on the night. O I am so in love with you man of mine, O I am so in love with you man of mine. Can we survive without this wedding thing We both know we wouldn’t wear that little gold ring. Man of mine, man of mine. This love is so heavy, Why do I feel so light, This love is heavenly, It grows deepest on the night, Deepest on the night.
12.
Lyrics Cooke and Greenaway
13.
ALL IS YELLOW, (HOT, HOT, HOT!) Lyrics Gay Woods Evening sun burned the backs of my legs, All is yellow hot, hot, hot. I thought this must be bliss, Could I always feel like this? Beaches crowded, breasts are bare, Overnight sand still in my hair. Sunburn turning golden brown, Nothing to do in this seaside town. Run to the sun, Run to the sea, Run to the sun, Run to the one, the one you love…. Sun overlaps like a big fried egg Ice cream man has an ice cream leg It’s the summer season of peekaboo Lets all do what tourists do Run to the sun, Run to the sea, Run to the sun, Run to the one, the one you love…. Evening sun burned the backs of my legs, All is yellow hot, hot, hot. I thought this must be bliss, I hope I always feel like this! Holy Moses! Free heat from up above!
14.
THERE THEY STOOD Lyrics Gay Woods There they stood, romance on the rocks, She sang so sweetly to the flocks, Regardless of climate, come rain or come shine, He was asking be mine all mine. His hands tried to reach her Mind didn’t matter In the pitter-patter of a heartbeat, Smiling down at his gloomy face, She drew an empty line in the space. There they sat, romance on the rocks, She still looked good in her forties frocks, Day and night, every solitary hour He could not lose all that passionate power. His hands tried to reach her Mind didn’t matter In the pitter-patter of a heartbeat, Smiling down at his gloomy face, She drew an empty line in the space.
15.
FOR RICH PEOPLE Lyrics Gay Woods We finish the jobs, collect the pay Make every effort to please. We are straight till we die not too much colour Can’t see we’re on our knees- One buys lovely clothes, One buys perfect taste, But we’re only part in the lonely rich man’s waste. We live in lines, the architect’s plan We keep his toytown clean, Shacks and suburban plastic sacks Complete the happiness dream, One buys beautiful shoes, One buys something new each week, But we’re only part in the lonely rich man’s waste. But we want more, we want more, We want more and more and more. But we want more, we want more, We want more and more and more. We want your money rich man, rich man, We want your money rich man, rich man, We want a big house like yours, We want a big house like yours. We drink our sherry not Tio Pepe, We nibble on lines of lust, Our kids fill our lives till they learn to despise us While we rot to dust, One buys a lovely gun, One buys H E R O I N……….
16.
Frankie 03:52
FRANKIE Lyrics Gay Woods In a world inhabited by midgets and dwarfs, Frankie walked invisibly through veils. He didn’t obey current fashions, He was frightened of being the same He could never be contented for long He would exclaim “This whole world stinks This world stinks” Frankie was a stereo-NON-stereotype Frankie was a stereo-NON-stereotype. Frankie grew up hysterically He had no friends, (no sisters), He died and came back to life twice, A white mountain of love grew in his breast, He craved for someone to take it from him. He would cry: “No more doggie jump thro’ the hoop, No more doggie” Frankie became as noble as a saint He started living off his emotions Extremes sold well, The bits in between weren’t good sellers So one day, Frankie chose the month of May It was a good time to rue the day He cried and cried, “Its over, it’s all over” Frankie was a stereo-NON-stereotype Frankie was a stereo-NON-stereotype.
17.
CELLOPHANE RAIN Lyrics Gay Woods Cellophane rain, cellophane rain Forests slants, forest slants, Rays of filtered sun Nobody goes in the real light Only through closed, shut eyes. Dream away, dream away, Tireless mileage, This town, your town, but never my town. Cellophane sleep, cellophane sleep European gift, European gift, Threaded mountain range, None of us know what the truth is So many doors stay closed. Dream away, dream away, Tireless mileage, This town, your town, but never my town. Never, never, WHERE IS MY TOWN?
18.
BRING ME A BOUQUET Lyrics Gay Woods Bring me a bouquet, pink with no red, Sweet little kisses that go to my head, Say you forgive me you won’t forget me I’m the one who makes the best of you. ‘Cos I’m a funny girl, I’m a hopeless girl, I used to be such a popular girl, Now I’m a helpless girl, should be a carefree girl, But I’m back to where I started. At the back of my mind, Between the good and the bad, I have a dreadful dream, We’ll be torn apart. At the back of my mind, Between the good and the bad, I have a dreadful dream, We’ll be torn apart. So don’t turn away when I aim to please, Don’t show you’ve no sensitivity, Just force yourself to fall into my arms, Look at it as gravity. ‘Cos I’m a funny girl, I’m a hopeless girl, I used to be such a popular girl, Now I’m a helpless girl, should be a carefree girl, But I’m back to where I started. At the back of my mind, Between the good and the bad, I have a dreadful dream, We’ll be torn apart…. Sha la la la la So popular Bring me a bouquet.
19.
ROUND THE TWIST Lyrics Gay Woods Baby, you’re going round the twist, You’re acting very strange. Baby you’re going round the bend, I think you’re going mad. I don’t know what you’re saying, I can’t understand a word. Don’t tell me now you’re praying, That’s just another scourge. Why don’t you just buy a red guitar And plug the damn thing in. Get over your frustration In a burnt sienna din. I don’t know what you’re saying, I can’t understand a word. Don’t tell me now you’re praying, That’s just another scourge. You look a wreck, you look a mess, You look a fright, you’re all mixed up. You look a wreck, you look a mess, You look a fright, you’re all mixed up. You are all mixed up. Baby, you’re going round the twist, You’re acting very strange. Baby you’re going round the bend, I think you’re going mad. I don’t know what you’re saying, I can’t understand a word. Don’t tell me now you’re praying, That’s just another scourge. You look a wreck, you look a mess, You look a fright, you’re all mixed up. You look a wreck, you look a mess You look a fright, you’re all mixed up. You are all mixed up.
20.
GOOD FOR NOTHING Lyrics Gay Woods Today I’m good for nothing I miss him I feel this adventure is incomplete. I’m so concerned about being just myself again, O to have him, O to have him, test my strength. O to have him, O to have him, test my strength. But now I’m just surmising, I miss him, I can understand to react this way. I’m so afraid of never being loved again. O to have him, O to have him, all to myself. O to have him, O to have him, all to myself. Wish I could read (Wish I could read) Wish I could read your mind (Wish I could read your mind) Wish I could speak -Wish I could speak your thoughts. Wish I could speak your thoughts. Tonight I love you only, I miss you, Hope we will exist just like before, I’m so afraid of what the future years can do, O to have them, O to have them over again. O to have them, O to have them over again. Wish I could read (Wish I could read) Wish I could read your mind (Wish I could read your mind) Wish I could speak -Wish I could speak your thoughts. Wish I could speak your thoughts. ‘Cos I’m good for nothing…..
21.
BLOOD INTO LIFE Lyrics Gay Woods On wings of birds, on feet of words, He was born alone, he was born alone. His nights flew by like black insects, It was meant that way, it was meant that way. On a windswept skyline with scars on her face, She also was born alone, she was born alone. Deep freeze ice whispered her name, They fell, they fell, they fell…. Its water into blood, Blood into life, Its water into blood, Blood into life, So sleep my pretty one, My angel of the night, There is no Shady Deal- All is at peace, beneath the moon In this cosy, darkened room. Lines on a mirror, there’s a crisis at night, They teach the rite, they teach the rite. Creased and lined, to have and to hold, It’s young for old, young for old. Its water into blood, Blood into life, Its water into blood, Blood into life, So sleep my pretty one, My angel of the night, There is no shady deal-Look! All is at peace, beneath the moon In this cosy, darkened room. Nobody is watching you, nobody is watching you…. Everyone is watching you, everyone is watching you…. There are no devils inside, No devils inside, no devils, no devils…..
22.
Friday 02:34
FRIDAY Lyrics Gay Woods I go down on Friday And watch back-dated videos Of success stories from top of the pops, I go inside, paint my face- Darken in the shadows round my eyes, Then I go on stage, Make my song-dreams come true, That’s Friday, every Friday.
23.
Wrong Number 02:44
WRONG NUMBER Lyrics Gay Woods While you’re far away The telephone drops dead. The only time it comes to life Is when a man calls me called Ted. I tell him to get off the line Can’t he see he’s wasting time But he keeps it up, up and up Until I say- WRONG NUMBER, WRONG NUMBER! Home is home is a catacomb Nobody comes to call. No letters, cards or even bills Nothing, no nothing at all. I wonder if the kiss of life Would bring this ‘phone to speak tonight When I pick it up, up and up I have to say- WRONG NUMBER, WRONG NUMBER! I always pick and chose The friends I want to keep or lose. I use my number like a P.I.N. It’s between me and the wall. My private life is a private shell Could this ‘phone be ringing from hell (‘cos) when I pick it up, up and up I have to say- WRONG NUMBER, WRONG NUMBER!
24.
Lyrics Cooke and Greenaway c and p Dick James Music
25.
Credo Credo 04:37
CREDO CREDO Lyrics Gay Woods When they lost the seed it was the end, The bad rulers brought shame to the land. We coloured our blonde hair pink To hide the stink from the overthrown. Telephone calls were silenced By a chord of E minor A strange sensation Came on him when they put the glass To his lips, to his lips. The green dog came forth Spoke to us from a TV screen Intense programming- Promises made for the rest of the century, the century. CREDO CREDO CREDO CREDO CREDO CREDO CREDO CREDO CREDO CREDO CREDO CREDO CREDO CREDO CREDO CREDO Then the towns were struck with fear, A crime wave became a crime war, Revolution took to the streets We’d burn the meat from the foreign masters. Tenement halls were tumbled By a new style of plan A black desolation Struck the sign of the security man, security man. From this dream flowed a river Sweat from the sun, the son-of-progress Our European cousins All plugged in To a media heaven, a media heaven. CREDO CREDO CREDO CREDO CREDO CREDO CREDO CREDO CREDO CREDO CREDO CREDO CREDO CREDO CREDO CREDO
26.
MAN OF MINE Lyrics Gay Woods O I am so in love with you man of mine, O I am so in love with you man of mine. Don’t let this heart turn to stone When you see me say I’ll never have a child of my own, Man of mine, man of mine. This love is so heavy, Why do I feel so light, This love is heavenly, It grows deepest on the night, Deepest on the night. O I am so in love with you man of mine, O I am so in love with you man of mine. Can we survive without this wedding thing We both know we wouldn’t wear that little gold ring. Man of mine, man of mine. This love is so heavy, Why do I feel so light, This love is heavenly, It grows deepest on the night, Deepest on the night.
27.
BAD EXPERIENCE Lyrics Gay Woods LIES LIES LIES…. It still haunts me It still lives within, That bad time, that bad experience, I wish I could find someone somewhere To wash that time. They were bad people with sweetened faces, Looked at honesty like crime, Who could believe such straight expression Could hide such crooked smiles. They were hard workers, Worked on confidence- No time to lose on love; Chain on their door, lights blazed through the night, Who were they frightened for? It still haunts me It still lives within, That bad time, that bad experience, I wish I could find someone somewhere To wash that time. They lived in hope of a heaven when they died, Here they created a hell, My blood ran cold while their television noise Drowned the lies, lies, lies, lies… I pray their spirits will leave me alone Leave me an empty space, When I lie down……
28.
ALL IS YELLOW, (HOT, HOT, HOT!) Lyrics Gay Woods Evening sun burned the backs of my legs, All is yellow hot, hot, hot. I thought this must be bliss, Could I always feel like this? Beaches crowded, breasts are bare, Overnight sand still in my hair. Sunburn turning golden brown, Nothing to do in this seaside town. Run to the sun, Run to the sea, Run to the sun, Run to the one, the one you love…. Sun overlaps like a big fried egg Ice cream man has an ice cream leg It’s the summer season of peekaboo Lets all do what tourists do Run to the sun, Run to the sea, Run to the sun, Run to the one, the one you love…. Evening sun burned the backs of my legs, All is yellow hot, hot, hot. I thought this must be bliss, I hope I always feel like this! Holy Moses! Free heat from up above!
29.
Friendship 04:29
FRIENDSHIP Lyrics Gay Woods My old friends have no old friends Have no friends of old new friends So lets be friends That’s what friends are full of Friendship. Don’t go talking behind my back- Don’t go talking behind my back- Don’t go talking behind my back- When I’m not there- to defend myself- When I’m not there- to defend myself No oh no No oh no. It’s backbite It’s backbite It’s a backbite It’s a backbite Its like a backstab, like a backstab. My old friends- they have no old friends. Let’s be friends let’s be friends.
30.
THE SYSTEM STRIKES BACK Lyrics Gay Woods If you go it alone, want to be left alone, If you’re stayin alive by using your brain, Don’t see me as a cynic or we won’t see it, We’ve just come a little further for big brother. The system strikes back, The system strikes back, The system strikes back, The system strikes back. If you move in the shadow of a singular cell, If you break a little rule or a ritual, Someone will come and find you no matter where you are, ‘cos you need a name and number for big brother. The system strikes back, The system strikes back, The system strikes back, The system strikes back. I don’t wanna do no daily pose, Hangin’ around in someone else’s clothes, I don’t wanna do no daily pose, I want to do what’s mine, want to do what’s mine mine, I want to do what’s mine, want to do what’s mine mine, Is it truth, is it sham, is it not worth a damn? Is it man’s ingratitude to man/woman? I don’t care anymore, it’s my turn to learn, But I still keep my eyes on the eyes of big sister! The system strikes back, The system strikes back, The system strikes back, The system strikes back. I don’t wanna do no daily pose, Hangin’ around in factory clothes, I don’t wanna do no daily pose, I want to do what’s mine, want to do what’s mine mine, I want to do what’s mine, want to do what’s mine mine, They can keep their factories, They can keep their churches, They can keep their offices etc etc. SYSTEM STRIKES! SYSTEM STRIKES! SYSTEM STRIKES! SYSTEM STRIKES!
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SENSITIVE EYES Lyrics Gay Woods You know you have sensitive eyes, Now isn’t it fun to criticize, You’ve got a dark smudge on your cheek, Now what have you been up to this week? I’m living with the privileged class, I listen to classics listen to Crass, Listen to the rich man’s son, Ah would it be fun to get at the money, money? Look across the river, See what became of the north side city, They say they used to keep in touch Now they don’t go out that much. Father at the factory, That wasn’t good enough for me, Singing party clichés, Looking at others fall to pieces. If you look for expression, Look for a way to spit it out, If you look for somewhere to go, You can get outside of the way they made you. Father at the factory, That wasn’t good enough for me, Singing party clichés, Looking at others fall to pieces. Daddy at the factory, That wasn’t good enough for me, Mummy at the factory, That wasn’t good enough for me, Singing party clichés, Looking at others fall to pieces. Pieces, pieces, pieces.
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Traitor 03:03
TRAITOR Lyrics Gay Woods You traitor to our love babe, You sold out to the other side. Left me standing in the cold You traitor to our love babe. How could I have known you Were playing with the love. Listening for the heartbeat Synthesised warnings. Could this be treason? Did you tell about our secrets? Did you tell about our secrets? O tell me please- are you guilty?

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A double album anthology of 32 studio recordings by Irish band Auto da Fé

Auto da Fé: When the Curtain goes Bang An Anthology

If 1977 and the advent of Punk heralded the summer of discontent, then the 1980's was the era of discontent.   Political and social norms were completely overthrown. Fashions veered from Gothic to shoulder pad, walls came down, and cold war enmities defrosted while miners went on strike and poll tax drew anger and campaigners for CND, H-Block, political amendments, feminism, SPUC and animal rights marched and lobbied to register discontent. Much social struggle existed with  a determination to change the status quo as the sole weapon to which to ensure survival. This climate of rebellion and social upset expressed itself through art and music. Music was a primary key of expression and the sounds of struggle zoned from punk to reggae, new wave, electro pop and electronica. The rebellious spirit could be heard and the sounds of struggle and discontent resonated proudly.

In Ireland, change was in the air and the emergence of Auto da Fé was part of the sound of change. They caught the vibe of a changing country, changing people and changing attitudes making the first bold tentative yet important steps to an enlightened society. The presence of Auto da Fé helped make those steps bigger, louder, bolder and easier to comprehend.  While they were described as a theatrical, keyboard dominated New Wave band and in Gay Woods’ words “a progressive rock band for the eighties” there was more to Auto da Fé than just music alone -they were messengers of the zeitgeist.

Translated from the Portuguese, Auto da Fé means “Act of Faith” and refers to the ritual burning of heretics at the stake by the Spanish Inquisition. The name aptly described the feeling of heretical musical outsiders that Gay and Trevor felt at the time. The band’s arrival was a social phenomenon as well as a musical one – in that they mirrored the new spirit of self-liberation and personal freedom through music. Liberation was the order of the day and expression was the code – with music as the means of expression. For Gay Woods- reinvention was the means by which such liberation and expression was made possible. Gay’s journey of self-discovery, self-doubt and existentialism filtered itself through songs and lyrics that resembled a scrapbook of repelled emotions unleashed at last. They resonated for their melodic strength as much as their anarchic power.

Auto da Fé was an important part of Gay’s musical journey from folk singer in Steeleye Span and as part of a singer/songwriter duo with ex-husband Terry Woods,  to a fully-fledged lead vocalist in a theatrical New Wave band complete with a redefined image and appearance in a continuing journey of personal growth as a woman -her views, thoughts and ideas expressed in their fullest notion and channeled through Auto da Fé’s music. Gay Woods’ arrival as a solo artist and a woman witnessed an Irish equivalent of Patti Smith, Debbie Harry, Souxie Sioux and later Cyndi Lauper and Madonna – here was a woman expressing herself with forthright honesty.

While Gay was for many the focal point of Auto da Fé, the band was a joint effort with partner/musician/composer Trevor Knight- himself an accomplished musician from a jazz/rock background, playing with progressive fusion acts Metropolis and Naïma among others. They wrote the material together and their partnership and collaboration created a body of work that was at once challenging, bold, provocative, melodic and attractive.

Formed in Holland in 1979/80, musically, the initial jazz/rock/funk influences mixed and were gradually subsumed into the later electronic based 80s sounds of synthesizers and programmed percussion, creating an antidote to the guitar dominated bands of the time. The cast of Dutch, Irish, Greek and British musicians that sailed with Gay and Trevor in the adventure that was Auto da Fé between 1980 and 1990 contributed hugely to the music they produced both live and in the studio.

Auto da Fé began life in the town of Nijmegen in Holland, with Gay joining Trevor who had hooked up with some established local musicians after moving there a few years earlier. These local bands gradually morphed into the first version of Auto da Fé, building up a strong live following in Holland, recording a number of demos (featuring songs like those included here such as The Merchant and The Angelus, securing live radio sessions in Hilversum, and playing the most prestigious gigs like The Paradiso in Amsterdam. After attempting 2 rather poorly attended and underpaid tours of Ireland with the Dutch band, Gay and Trevor decided to relocate to Ireland in 1981. Low-key gigs with new members Robbie Brennan (Stepaside) and Mark Megaray (The Radiators) followed – the decision having been made to lose the guitarist after he couldn’t make a gig and it worked fine! - and work as a 4-piece keyboard-led band in gigs like The Magnet Bar, The Baggott Inn in Dublin, and The Showboat in Waterford. They began to attract attention and slowly build an Irish audience. By chance whilst recording a demo in Windmill Lane Studios they met Thin Lizzy’s Philip Lynott who had recently embarked on a solo career using a more synthesiser/ electronic based sound. Robbie and Philip had played together in Skid Row many years before and Philip knew Gay from The Woods Band days in London- so an old union was re-ignited. Philip readily agreed to produce the first record November November, which subsequently received considerable airplay in the UK as well as Ireland and then he produced and funded Bad Experience and Man of Mine- also playing and singing on these tracks. A live show at The Venue in London with Philip playing bass, and a Live In Concert for the BBC Radio followed, later released as “Songs for Echo”. His last production for the band was “Something’s gotten hold of my Heart recorded in Midge Ure’s studio with Midge playing guitar. He asked Trevor and Robbie to join his solo band for a tour of Ireland in 1982 with Auto da Fé as support act. The airplay, videos and high profile helped make the band a major player on the scene.
Auto da Fé were a sensation on the live circuit in Ireland in the early 80s - a compulsive live band that in Gay's words -'it was my idea about this band that it should be just live, to play, get paid and go home”. Their live show was a spectacle, a colourful anarchic celebration–a living breathing pulsating being that pushed the  envelope at all times  and dared indifference. Gay’s colourfully provocative appearance was a 360-degree turnaround from her folkie roots. To witness her throwing bags of cut up coloured paper around the stage, belting out strident anthems of love, lust, anti-commercialism, and tirades against the repressive society, Catholic Church, moralist ethos of the period and general discontent was a formidable sight. Trevor Knight hunched over his keyboards, a daunting figure, behind his array of synthesisers, pianos and electronic percussion, formed a visual foil and complimented the unique musical symmetry Auto Da Fé possessed. Throughout their history a wide range of musicians joined them on stage with rhythm sections including Theo Wanders and Karel van Rijn, the much missed Mark Megaray and Robbie Brennan, Philip Lynott, Garvan Gallagher, Willie de Mange, David Connolly, TJM Tutty and Earl Gill Jr, Stephen Knight, Eddie Lee and Tom Jamieson, Howard Wilson and Wal Coughlan and guitarists Wout Pennings, Joop van Nimwegen, Fin Corrigan, John Stokes, Dick Farrelly, Adam Siatras, Ronnie Stone and Jimi Slevin and wind players Dave McHale and Keith Donald, locked into rock solid rhythmic groves united in the twin synchronicity of a familial unit.

Auto da Fé was 'organised chaos' in musical terms. a passionate, triumphant animal that invoked reaction, consternation, indifference and love sometimes all at once. Its captive audience followed relentlessly the cosmic dancers in tow and the relationship between band and audience was familial and tribal. Ireland had seen nothing like Auto da Fé before and they had heard nothing like them either. They captured their excitement in the cold confines of the studios producing at once perfect 80s new wave electro-pop radio songs, which were memorable and also possessed lyrical and thoughtful soundbites. The singles November November, Bad Experience, Man of Mine and All is Yellow (Hot, Hot, Hot!) together with live appearances at the Reading Festival UK, The TV Club Dublin, spots on RTE's Non Stop Pop, left scorch marks on the memory. In 1982 Gay Woods was voted Number 1 Female singer in the Hot Press poll. The “B” sides of the singles offered examples of the subversive, complex, intellectual, anarchic world of Auto da Fé. For Rich People, Lot 3, Auto Da Fe, Frankie and Cellophane Rain were barbed and barbing and they caught the knife edged energy and white-knuckle exhilaration of their live show-itself a roller coaster ride or exhilarating emotionality and cascading rhythms.  

Visually and aurally they captured a sense of despair, release, hope and liberation that spoke for an audience in 80s Ireland. Their phenomenon was social as much as it was musical. In 1986 Gay and Trevor temporarily retired Auto da Fé to re-emerge as Operacket- a project which Mark Prendergast in Irish Rock -Roots, Personalities, Directions (O’Brien Press 1987) describes as “the flamboyant aspects of Auto da Fé were dispensed with for a more serious presentation which featured Gay’s voice against a backdrop of cut up sounds, African rhythms and minimalist keyboard techniques”. Some of this work became part of the recordings released as “Gazette” in 1989 again under the Auto da Fé moniker. This followed an appearance at “Self Aid”. A revitalised band with guitarist the late Fin Corrigan, drummer Tom Jamieson and a variety of bass players played many venues around Ireland in the final years of the 80s.

This Auto da Fé Anthology is a selection of studio recordings from 1980-1992. With tracks from the first demos in Holland to early recordings of songs that permeated the live show, to the various singles, album tracks, radio show sessions to Friendship - their final recording in 1992. These tracks encapsulate the unique, cathartic sound and experience that was Auto da Fé – a band that captured the liberal spirit of the 80s wind of change.

John O’Regan 2018

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released October 10, 2020

Mastered by Daire Winston at Beechpark Studios
Compilation producer Trevor Knight
Artwork/Design Jen Emery Jamieson from initial idea by Trevor Knight and Stephen Knight.
Auto da Fé logo by Anto Mazer.
Photograph of Gay by Kevin Dunne
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Trevor Knight Dublin, Ireland

Trevor Knight is a composer who specializes in multi-disciplinary and collaborative work.

Keyboard player in 1970’s with Irish bands Naima and Metropolis. In 1980 in Holland, he formed Auto da Fé with singer Gay Woods recording three albums and toured Ireland/ UK extensively.
He has recorded and performed with artists such as Paul Brady, Philip Lynott, Mary Coughlan, Roger Doyle and Donovan.
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