Yeah, why not, it's the least I can do! First though, I was kind of hoping to keep this website 'secret' until the album was finished, but I suppose it doesn't really matter anyway, I was just being silly, but anyway, I've set up
http://www.thepriceoffreedom.co.uk where I've put up my lyrics and an overview of the story of each song - ie. which bit of the story each song represents, rather than an overview of the entire story. So that should help you jog your memory a bit. When the thing's finished I plan to make the site look a bit more snazzy with some artwork and I'll put the whole album up there for free downloading fun times. Incidentally, the person who's credited for the non-existent artwork on the 'personnel' section will change, as he's not doing it anymore (obviously!).
Anyway, here are a couple of choice quotes to conjure up some imagery for you!
- From the first chapter:"Down in the street little eddies of wind were whirling dust and torn paper into spirals, and though the sun was shining and the sky a harsh blue, there seemed to be no colour in anything, except the posters that were plastered everywhere. The black moustachio'd face gazed down from every commanding corner..."
"A kilometre away from the Ministry of Truth, his [Winston's] place of work, towered vast and white above the grimy landscape."
"The Ministry of Truth was startingly different from any other object in sight. It was an enormous pyramidal structure of glittering white concrete, soaring up, terrace after terrace, three hundred metres in the air... picked out on its white face in elegant lettering, the three slogans of the Party: WAR IS PEACE, FREEDOM IS SLAVERY, IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH."
- About the Golden Country:"Suddenly he was standing on short springy turf, on a summer evening when the slanting rays of the sun gilded the ground...... It was an old, rabbit-bitten pasture, with a foot-track wandering across it and a molehill here and there. In the ragged hedge on the opposite side of the field the boughs of the elm trees were swaying very faintly in the breeze, their leaves just stirring in dense masses like women's hair. Somewhere near at hand, though out of sight, there was a clear, slow-moving stream where dace were swimming in the pools under the willow trees."
Well, I can't believe I was bothered to just type all that out, but I hope that helps!