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Dave Bradley - Anatolia

Inspired by a visit to the "ghost town" of Kayaköy in southwestern Turkey and the book by Louis de Bernières "Birds without Wings", which is set in a fictionalized version of the town...

Anatolia

Moving through the empty places
Confused by all the open spaces
Climb the hill to reach the chapel
The leaves are scorched within the dappled lighting on the ground

Writing now a book for those to learn
I devise a way to share the only Word
To give them clarity in everything they've heard
With faithless charity they open up and find it all absurd

Whiter than the minaret, paler than the Virgin painted on the wall
Warmer than the leatherette, paler than the virgins waiting for your call

Anatolia! Anatolia! Anatolia!

Moving through the open spaces
Confused by all the empty places
Climb the hill to reach the chapel
The leaves are scorched within the dappled lighting on the ground

Tearing up the Book for no one learns
I declare the fear to share that everybody yearns
To take their charity and throw it on the ground
With faithful clarity we hear the fighting in the desert sound

Whiter than the minaret, paler than the Virgin painted on the wall
Warmer than the leatherette, paler than the virgins waiting for your call

Anatolia! Anatolia! Anatolia!

Vocals - Dave Bradley
Produced by dB
Photo of Kayaköy ruin by dB

From the critics:

"Anatolia" has full flavour of bedoin tents and belly dancers. I feel the haunting, ancient past/imminent trouble, whilst being swept up in a trancy, night club (rave?) dance number. It would go down well on holiday nights out (anywhere hot and sandy). It's great; particularly liked the energy driven through the track and the contrast between the very low bass beat and your high notes. Smooth, exotic and entertaining."

"I thought it was going to be a folk number"