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Antiqua Firmin Didot Ludwig & Mayer 1927–29
From the ca mid 1950s L&M “Schriften” specimen, red plastic wire-bound.
V2 and another V Set arrive into Cowan P2 with a Newcastle to Sydney interurban service. The train had been routed onto the down main to overtake a freight train encountering difficulties on the slippery track of Cowan Bank.
Into the line
I see it fine
Into the line
Our hearts entwine
Remember when
Your time again
Standing in the light
Always sitting in the line
Newer on a side
Always wanting to be right
Standing in the light
I never wanted to be right
Now I'm attracted to be light
And blinded by the sight
Dead ahead in the night
Burning in the light
And knowing that it's right
Driving in the night - Dead ahead in the light...
Into the light...
Into the light
I see it fight
Into the light
A new horizon
Bleached into white
Kept out of sight
Pushing out the light...
Written by: Sioux, McGeoch, Severin, and Budgie
Performed by: Siouxsie and the Banshees
A neat paper products mill in the erm 'interesting' town of Leslie, the place is well protected by 'Heavy Breathing in the Valley*' and once in we spent half the time dodging workers stripping the remaining assets of the paper mill, ready to be shipped abroad most likely.
Film shots to follow!
*Heavy Breathing in the valley was fromt the night before, Speed & Myself arrived late one winters evening, looking for somewhere to bed down for the night, thoguht it worthwwhile checking the papermill out, so we sauntered down the workers path to be greeted with a large camera following us, the tannoy crackled into life (theres a tannoy attached to every camera in the place).
At almost concert loud'ness surely waking most of the village of leslie....
"Your on private property, yes you two, your on private property, can you please leave, yes, the other wya, turn around, back up that path please"
the tannoy crackled back off.
as we turned we just laughed that our complelty obvious approach of walking into a site had not worked (though it often does!).
The tannoy crackled back online, but there was no voice, only the sound of the operator breathing.
the breathing became louder, and deeper, and more frequent, and more excited...
it both hit us at the same time just what it sounded like, a lone security guard, suddenly awoken by two young fellas patrolling HIS site, it must hav ebeen exciting for him.
the breathing was so loud on the tannoys MOST of th village could surely hear, we were both in Hysterics, I mean so bad we could hardly walk up the muddy track without falling in it. Thank you Mr Sec Unit, you made our day :D
We slept overnight in a smaler abandoned mill then set out early in the morning via a slgihtly less obvious route, and had relative sucess :P