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XTC Album


Coat of Many Cupboards (2002)
2002
1.
Science Friction (CBS demo)
2.
Spinning Top (live at Eric's in Liverpool)
3.
Traffic Light Rock (live at Eric's in Liverpool)
4.
5.
Let's Have Fun (White Music outtake)
6.
Fireball XL-5/Fireball Dub (White Music outtake)
7.
Heatwave Mark 2 Deluxe (White Music outtake)
8.
This Is Pop? (single version)
9.
Are You Receiving Me? (Go 2 outtake)
10.
Things Fall to Bits (Go 2 outtake)
11.
Us Being Us (Go 2 outtake)
12.
Life Begins at the Hop (first rehearsal extract)
13.
Life Begins at the Hop (first recording, unused)
14.
Making Plans for Nigel (demo from Swindon Town Hall)
15.
16.
Sleepyheads (Drums and Wires outtake)
1.
Wanking Man
2.
Meccanic Dancing (Oh We Go!) (live at the Marconi Club in Sydney)
3.
Life Begins at the Hop (unused US single recording)
4.
Real by Reel (unused single recording)
5.
When You're Near Me I Have Difficulty (unused single recording)
6.
Helicopter (unused single recording)
7.
Towers of London (rejected single recording)
8.
Generals and Majors (rehearsal tape)
9.
10.
11.
Paper and Iron (Notes and Coins) (live at the Lyceum in London)
12.
Crowded Room (live at the Lyceum in London)
13.
Senses Working Overtime (early work tape)
14.
Snowman (live at the Hammersmith Odeon in London)
15.
Ball and Chain (unused single recording)
1.
2.
Punch and Judy (unused single recording)
3.
4.
Yacht Dance (live on )
5.
6.
7.
Wonderland (home demo)
8.
9.
10.
Wake Up (home demo)
11.
12.
Grass (home demo)
13.
Let's Make a Den (home demo)
14.
The Meeting Place (home demo)
15.
Dear God (band demo)
1.
Brainiac's Daughter (by The Dukes Of Stratosphear)
2.
Vanishing Girl (by The Dukes Of Stratosphear (revamped))
3.
Terrorism (home demo)
4.
Find the Fox (home demo)
5.
6.
The Troubles (home demo)
7.
The Mayor of Simpleton (early work tape)
8.
King for a Day (home demo)
9.
10.
11.
12.
The Disappointed (home demo)
13.
14.
Didn't Hurt a Bit (Nonsuch outtake)
15.
. . .


I look out my window at night
I see the stars and I'm filled with fright
I have a feeling someone's looking
It ain't the aliens at the foot of my bed
It's more the ale that's inside my head
I have a feeling something's cooking

Science friction burns my fingers
Electricity still lingers
Hey, put away that ray
How do you Martians say I love you

I read my comics from front to back
I'll be ready for any attack
I got a feeling someone's looking
It ain't the aliens at the foot of my bed
It's more the ale that's inside my head
I have a feeling something's cooking

Science friction burns my fingers
Electricity still lingers
Hey put away that ray
How do you Martians say I love you
(Psychedelic)

Science friction burns my fingers
Electricity still lingers
Hey, put away that ray
How do you Martians say I love you

I read my comics from front to back
I'll be ready for any attack
I have a feeling someone's
It ain't the aliens at the foot of my bed
It's more the ale that's inside my head
I've got a feeling something's

Science friction burns my fingers
Electricity still lingers
Hey put away that ray
How do you Martians say I love you

. . .


I'm like a spinning top
Going round and around
Well I don't know what's up
And I sure don't know what's down
Now watch me - I'm like a spinning top
Can't tell day from night
Well I don't know what's wrong
And I sure don't know what's right
Now watch me

It started when I heard your song of love
Pouring down like honey from above
I started to spin
I started to move
Just like a needle
That's sticking in the same old groove

I'm like a spinning top

I like it so much I'm never going to stop

. . .


I'm out and I'm driving
Got my eyes set on romance
She says I've got a brand new thingey
Want to show you this dance
I say am I learning it steady
She say Look you're doing it already

It's the traffic light rock
Stop 'n go
All of the time
It's the traffic light rock
Stop 'n go -- all of the time

I'm out by the dance hall
Best buddy by my side
He says I've got a brand new car
I want to take for a ride
I say can we take Joan and Freddie
He say no they ain't ready

. . .


There's a message up in China
That they getting in Japan
Bouncing off an ocean liner
Make em shake em in Siam
All the kids are complaining
That there's nowhere to go
All the kids are complaining
That the songs are too slow
All I'm saying is you're deaf
To the fact that there's....
Radios in motion
Atmosphere to ocean
Radios in motion
Gets you out of your red white and blues
When we move then so do you'se
There's a message in Milwaukee
That they getting in Moscow
Everybody walkie talkie
Everybody learning how
All the kids are complaining etc....

. . .

Let's Have Fun

[No lyrics]

. . .

Fireball XL-5/Fireball Dub

[No lyrics]

. . .


She likes it hot
She likes a tan
She steals my infrared
When I'm gone
Oh no can it be
We're heading for a heatwave
Her hair is bleached
Like it's been boiled
She browns herself
In a sea of olive oil
And I come around
And she's relaxing
In the conservatory
She's born to brown
She's born to rust
She's in love
With a Mark 2 deluxe
Oh no can it be
We're heading for a heatwave

. . .


In a milk bar and feeling lost
Drinking sodas as cold as frost
Someone leans in my direction
Quizzing on my juke-box selection
What do you call that noise
That you put on?

This is pop
Yeah Yeah

This is!

On a walkway and moving fast
All I get is transistor blast
Someone leans in my direction
Quizzing on my station selection
What do you call that noise
That you put on?

This is pop
Yeah yeah

This is!

We come the wrong way
We come the long way
We play the songs much too loud

This is pop
Yeah yeah

. . .


Are you receiving me?
You are deceiving me I know, see I know
When we're out walking
Your mouth ain't where it's supposed to do the talking
When we're in kissing
Your lips are missing, are they out on loan to someone else
Are you listening?
I put it in a letter, what could be better?
I put it in a note, one night I wrote
I put it in a telegram, just like the son of Sam
Babe there's something missing
Your TV's just hissing

. . .

Things Fall to Bits

[No lyrics]

. . .

Us Being Us

[No lyrics]

. . .


I have learnt there's a magical spot at the hop
Come with me to the church on the corner the hop
There's nuts and there's crisps and there's c-c-c-cola on tap
A good time had by those boys and those girls at the hop

Tell me what do you say (tell me what do you say)
Tell me what do you say
I tell you
Life begins at the hop, boys and girls

Prepare yourself for the boys in the band at the hop
The cheap guitars, they're too young for the bars at the hop
We'll jive around, make fools of ourselves 'til they stop
We're back next week with another ridiculous tie knot

Tell me what do you say (tell me what do you say)
Tell me what do you say
I tell you
Life begins at the hop, boys and girls

Tell me what do you say (tell me what do you say)
Tell me what do you say (tell me what do you say)
I tell you
Life begins at the hop, boys and girls

I have learnt there's a magical spot at the hop
Come with me to the church on the corner the hop
There's nuts and crisps and there's c-c-c-cola on tap
A good time had by those boys and those girls at the hop

Tell me what do you say (tell me what do you say)
Tell me what do you say
I tell you
Life begins at the hop, la la la la la la la
Life begins at the hop, la la la la la la la
Life begins at the hop, la la la la la la la la la la la
boys and girls

. . .


I have learnt there's a magical spot at the hop
Come with me to the church on the corner the hop
There's nuts and there's crisps and there's c-c-c-cola on tap
A good time had by those boys and those girls at the hop

Tell me what do you say (tell me what do you say)
Tell me what do you say
I tell you
Life begins at the hop, boys and girls

Prepare yourself for the boys in the band at the hop
The cheap guitars, they're too young for the bars at the hop
We'll jive around, make fools of ourselves 'til they stop
We're back next week with another ridiculous tie knot

Tell me what do you say (tell me what do you say)
Tell me what do you say
I tell you
Life begins at the hop, boys and girls

Tell me what do you say (tell me what do you say)
Tell me what do you say (tell me what do you say)
I tell you
Life begins at the hop, boys and girls

I have learnt there's a magical spot at the hop
Come with me to the church on the corner the hop
There's nuts and crisps and there's c-c-c-cola on tap
A good time had by those boys and those girls at the hop

Tell me what do you say (tell me what do you say)
Tell me what do you say
I tell you
Life begins at the hop, la la la la la la la
Life begins at the hop, la la la la la la la
Life begins at the hop, la la la la la la la la la la la
boys and girls

. . .


We're only making plans for Nigel
We only want what's best for him
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel just needs this helping hand

And if young Nigel says he's happy
He must be happy
He must be happy
He must be happy in his work

We're only making plans for Nigel
He has this future in a British steel
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel's whole future is as good as sealed, yeah

And if young Nigel says he's happy
He must be happy
He must be happy
He must be happy in his work

Nigel is not outspoken
But he likes to speak, and he loves to be spoken to (In his work)
Nigel is happy in his work (In his work)
Nigel is happy in his work (In his work)

We're only making plans for Nigel
We only want what's best for him
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel just needs this helping hand

And if young Nigel says he's happy
He must be happy
He must be happy
He must be happy in his work

Mm, we're only making plans for Nigel
We only want what's best for him
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel just needs this helping hand

We're only making plans for Nigel
He has this future in a British steel
Steel, steel, steel, steel, steel
Yeah, yeah

We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel, Nigel, Nigel, Nigel
Nigel, Nigel, Nigel, Nigel
Nigel, Nigel, Nigel, Nigel

. . .


Happy I'm floating
Around on my feet now
You make me go dizzy
I'm weak at the knees, yes
I feel like I'm walking
Round ten feet tall
I feel like I'm walking
Round ten feet tall

Well you say I'm faking
And I say don't worry
The way that I bubble
There's something in the make, yes
I feel like I'm walking
Round ten feet tall
I feel like I'm walking
Round ten feet tall

Right, the chemistry is right
This boy has reached his height
The feeling just goes on and on and on and on
From strength to strength
I'm ten feet long

I feel like I'm walking
Round ten feet tall
I feel like I'm walking
Round ten feet tall

Right, the chemistry is right
This boy has reached his height
The feeling just goes on and on and on and on
From strength to strength
I'm ten feet long

Happy I'm floating
Around on my feet now
You make me go dizzy
I'm weak at the knees, yes
I feel like I'm walking
Round ten feet tall
I feel like I'm walking
Round ten feet tall
I feel like I'm walking
Round ten feet tall
I feel like I'm walking
Round ten feet tall...

. . .


I want a back seat
Because I'm dead beat
I'm respirating
To sounds of the engine

Gives us sleepyheads, sleepyheads
The road ahead it takes us to our beds
Sleepyheads, sleepyheads,
Our minds they race but our bodies are dead
Just like looking for footprints
Looking for footprints

The lights are twisted
Each one is misted
Two, four, and counting
Head nod in twenty

. . .

Wanking Man

[No lyrics]

. . .


Woolworth beauty
Factory beau
Arm in arm
They must go
To the church of dance with the light on low

Meccanic dancing oh we go
Can't wait until the weekend comes
I want to be with all my chums

Alcohol is an easy key
Helps you unwind
And dance with me
To a disco trot from Germany

I'm standing in front of this girl
I'm under a fluorescent light
I've had a few beers inside me
I feel like a giant tonight

. . .


I have learnt there's a magical spot at the hop
Come with me to the church on the corner the hop
There's nuts and there's crisps and there's c-c-c-cola on tap
A good time had by those boys and those girls at the hop

Tell me what do you say (tell me what do you say)
Tell me what do you say
I tell you
Life begins at the hop, boys and girls

Prepare yourself for the boys in the band at the hop
The cheap guitars, they're too young for the bars at the hop
We'll jive around, make fools of ourselves 'til they stop
We're back next week with another ridiculous tie knot

Tell me what do you say (tell me what do you say)
Tell me what do you say
I tell you
Life begins at the hop, boys and girls

Tell me what do you say (tell me what do you say)
Tell me what do you say (tell me what do you say)
I tell you
Life begins at the hop, boys and girls

I have learnt there's a magical spot at the hop
Come with me to the church on the corner the hop
There's nuts and crisps and there's c-c-c-cola on tap
A good time had by those boys and those girls at the hop

Tell me what do you say (tell me what do you say)
Tell me what do you say
I tell you
Life begins at the hop, la la la la la la la
Life begins at the hop, la la la la la la la
Life begins at the hop, la la la la la la la la la la la
boys and girls

. . .


In this secret time, invading on our privacy
Unknowing we mime, we play for the ministry
They can film you in bed
Or when you take a bath
They can tape every cry
They can tape every laugh
They can turn you around so you won't know what's

Real by reel
Busy little bees recording everything you feel
On real by reel
You're documented down like rats
They're catching up on every squeal
On real by reel by reel by
Real by reel by reel by

In this hidden time, ignorance may help you to cope
Rehearsing for crimes, and sex just in government Cinemascope
The can film you at work
Or when they let you play
They can tape what you think
They can tape what you say
They can blur your I.D. so you won't know what's

Real by reel
They're busy little bees recording everything you feel
On real by reel
You're documented down like rats
They're catching up on every squeal
On real by reel by reel by
Real by reel by reel by

Now I lay me down to sleep
Knowing that your lenses peep
Now I eat my daily bread
And into the tape spool I'll be fed

They can film you in bed
Or when you take a bath
They can tape every cry
They can tape every laugh
They can turn you around so you won't know what's

Real by reel
They're busy little bees recording everything you feel
On real by reel
You're documented down like rats
They're catching up on every squeal
On real by reel by reel by
Real by reel by reel by
Real by reel by reel by
Real by reel by reel by

. . .


When you're near me I have difficulty respirating
When you're near me I have difficulty concentrating
When you're near me I have difficulty standing upright
When you're near me I have difficulty sleeping at night

I used to stand proud like a sphinx
In a noble immovable state
Then your heart nailed me under a jinx
Now I'm feeling like a jellyfish
Just a spineless wobbly jellyfish
And it's great, great, so great

When you're near me I have difficulty respirating
When you're near me I have difficulty concentrating
When you're near me I have difficulty standing upright
When you're near me I have difficulty sleeping at night

I used to stand high like a pine
Just a piece of emotionless wood
When you put your body near mine
Now I'm feeling like a jellyfish
Just a spineless wobbly jellyfish
And it's good, good, so good

I used to be an iceman
Living in iceman town
So I'm warning all you cool cool icemen
You'd better be prepared to be melted right down
down

When you're near me I have difficulty respirating
When you're near me I have difficulty concentrating
When you're near me I have difficulty standing upright
When you're near me I have difficulty sleeping at night

When you're near me I have difficulty
When you're near me I have difficulty
When you're near me I have difficulty
When you're near me I have difficulty
When you're near me I have difficulty
When you're near me I have difficulty
When you're near me I have difficulty...

. . .


Oh heli, Oh heli
I'm crouching here with a telescope in hand
Looking out across our lego land
I really think it's about time that she came down
She a laughing giggly whirlybird
She got to be obscene to be obheard
I really think its about time that she came down

And I object to all the air male that she pick up
the air male that she pick up
the air male that she pick up

When she's up there twirling round
Just like a helicopter - copter
She's landing on the town
It's about time that I stopped her - stopped her
When she's up there twirling round
Just like a helicopter - copter
Oh heli - Oh heli

Now she's away from convent she's gone wild
Grown from a nice young lady to a child
I really think its about time that she came down
She a laughing giggly whirlybird
She got to be obscene to be obheard
I really think it's about time that she came down

And I object to all the air male that she pick up
the air male that she pick up
the air male that she pick up

When she's up there twirling round
Just like a helicopter - copter
She's landing on the town
It's about time that I stopped her - stopped her
When she's up there twirling round
Just like a helicopter - copter
Oh heli - Oh heli

When she's up there twirling round
Just like a helicopter - copter
She's landing on the town
It's about time that I stopped her - stopped her
When she's up there twirling round
Just like a helicopter - copter
Oh heli - Oh heli - Oh heli

When she's up there twirling round
Like a helicopter - copter
She's landing on the town, Look out, town
It's about time that I stopped her - stopped her
When she's up there floating round, round, round, round...
Oh heli - Oh heli

. . .


Towers of London
When they had built you
Did you watch over the men who fell
Towers of London
When they had built you
Victoria's gem found in somebody's hell

Pavements of gold leading to the underground
Grenadier Guardsmen walking pretty ladies around
Fog is the sweat of the never never navvies who pound
Spikes in the rails to their very own heaven

Towers of London
When they had built you
Did you watch over the men who fell
Towers of London
When they had built you
Victoria's gem found in somebody's hell

Bridges of muscles spanning so long and high
Merchants from Stepney walking pretty ladies by
Rain is the tears of the never never navvies who cry
For the bridge that doesn't go
In the direction of Dublin

Towers of London
When they had built you
Did you watch over the men who fell
Towers of London
When they had built you
Victoria's gem found in somebody's hell

And I've seen it in a painting
And I've seen it in engraving
And I've seen it in their faces
Clear as children's chalk lines on the paving

And I've seen it in a painting
And I've seen it in engraving
And I've seen it in their faces
Clear as children's chalk lines on the paving

Towers of London
When they had built you
Did you watch over the men who fell
Towers of London
When they had built you
Victoria's gem found in somebody's hell

Towers of London, Towers of London
Towers of London, Towers of London

La La Londinium, La La Londinium
La La Londinium, La La Londinium
La La Londinium...

. . .


Generals and majors, uh-huh
They're never too far
From battlefields so glorious
Out in a world of their own
They'll never come down
'Til once again victorious
Woah, generals and majors always
Seem so unhappy 'less they got a war
Generals and majors, uh-huh
Like never before
Are tired of being actionless

Calling generals and majors
Generals and majors everywhere
Calling generals and majors
Your World War III is drawing near

Generals and majors, uh-huh
They're never too far
Away from men who made the grade
Out in a world of their own
They'll never come down
Until the battle's lost or made
Woah, generals and majors always
Seem so unhappy 'less they got a war
Generals and majors, uh-huh
Like never before
Are tired of being in the shade

Calling generals and majors
Generals and majors everywhere
Calling generals and majors
Hey, your World War III is drawing near
World War III

Generals and majors, uh-huh
They're never too far
From battlefields so glorious
Out in a world of their own
They'll never come down
'Til once again victorious
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Generals and majors
Generals and majors
Generals and majors

. . .


There is no language in our lungs
To tell the world just how we feel
No bridge of thought
No mental link
No letting out just what you think

There is no language in our lungs, lungs, lungs, lungs

There is no muscle in our tongues
To tell the world what's in our hearts
No no no no no we're leaving nothing behind
Just chiselled stones
No chance to speak before we're bones

There is no muscle in our tongues, tongues, tongues, tongues

I thought I had the whole world in my mouth
I thought I could say what I wanted to say
For a second that thought became a sword in my hand
I could slay any problem that would stand in my way

I felt just like a crusader
Lionheart, a Holy Land invader
But nobody can say what they really mean to say and
The impotency of speech came up and hit me that day and
I would have made this instrumental
But the words got in the way

There is no language in our...

There is no language in our lungs
To tell the world what's in our hearts
No no no no no we're leaving nothing behind
Just chiselled stones
No chance to speak before we're bones

There is no language in our
Lungs
Lungs
Lungs

. . .


Hey, Rock, Rock!
Hey, Rock, Rock!
Hey, Rock, Rock!
Hey, Rock, Rock!

I'm enlisting, overseas aid
need assisting, help with a maid
get the expert, on mademoiselles
he could diffuse, any bombshell

If I could only be tough like him
then I could win
my own, small, battle of the sexes

Sgt. Rock is going to help me
make the girl mine
keep her stood in line
Sgt. Rock is going to help me
make the girl mine
keep her stood in line
make the girl mine, wave the victory sign

I'm invading, territories
Girls are foreign, and strange to me
get the expert, at kissing and stuff
he stays easy, when things get rough

Sometimes relationships don't go as planned
some girls, can make themselves so cold
a no-mans land.

If I could only be tough like him
then I could win
my own, small, battle of the sexes

Sgt. Rock is going to help me
make the girl mine
keep her stood in line
Sgt. Rock is going to help me
make the girl mine
keep her stood in line
make the girl mine, wave the victory sign

Hey, Rock, Rock!
Hey, Rock, Rock!
Hey, Rock, Rock!
Hey!

. . .


Paper, iron, won't buy Eden
working for paper and for iron
work for the right to keep my tie on
working for paper and for iron
work for the unicorn and lion

I pray the kids aren't starving
no chicken for the Sunday carving
I'll stay for one more farthing

I take home my notes and coins every week
I'm told I'm worth much more
but the Church says turn the other cheek
the other cheek
paper, iron, won't buy Eden.

I know the family needs me
can't moan, the factory feeds me
won't bite the hand that bleeds me

I take home my notes and coins every week
I'll inherit the earth I'm told
but the Church says to remain this meek
remain this meek
I'm still a proud man.
Won't show anybody else my wage
a blend in the crowd man
is this anybody's golden age
is this anybody's golden age
is this anybody's golden age
or am I dreaming of a golden cage

La la lo it's paper
la la lo it's iron
la la lo just paper
la la lo just iron

. . .


Across a crowded room
I first set eyes on you
My vision was impaired
Obstructed out of view

By those - faces in a crowded room
them - bodies in a crowded room
their - breathing in a crowded room
and their - pushing me out
down the fire escape

In the crowded room I won't touch too much
I felt the punch of a punch
The language was enough
To send me running etc.

. . .


Hey, hey, the clouds are whey
There's straw for the donkeys
And the innocents can all sleep safely
All sleep safely

My, my, sun is pie
There's fodder for the cannons
And the guilty ones can all sleep safely
All sleep safely

And all the world is football-shaped
It's just for me to kick in space
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste
And I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in
I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference 'tween a lemon and a lime
Pain and pleasure, and the church bells softly chime

Hey, hey, night fights day
There's food for the thinkers
And the innocents can all live slowly
All live slowly

My, my, the sky will cry
Jewels for the thirsty
And the guilty ones can all die slowly
All die slowly

And all the world is biscuit-shaped
It's just for me to feed my face
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste
And I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in
I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference 'tween a lemon and a lime
Pain and pleasure, and the church bells softly chime

And birds might fall from black skies (Whoo-whoo)
And bullies might give you black eyes (Whoo-whoo)
And buses might skid on black ice (Whoo-whoo)
But to me they're very, very beautiful (England's glory)
Beautiful (A striking beauty)

And all the world is football-shaped
It's just for me to kick in space
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste
And I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in
I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to tell the difference 'tween the goods and crimes
Dirt and treasure
And there's one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in
I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference 'tween a lemon and a lime
Pain and pleasure, and the church bells softly chime

. . .


Ah

Dumaladipa amadui amadui
Dumaladipa amadui amadui

It isn't even winter and I'm freezing, freezing
This sort of feeling isn't pleasing
And what I want to know, man
(Why, oh, why)
Does she treat me like a snowman?
Ah

It isn't even winter and I'm freezing, freezing
This sort of feeling isn't pleasing
And what I want to know, man
(Why, oh, why)
Does she treat me like a snowman?
Ah

She's been building me
Up quite steadily
Seems like I've been here years and years and years and years
I wait patiently
Froze in history
All ice water is tears and tears and tears and tears

She treats me far too frosty
This hanging on has cost me dear
Oh

Dumaladipa amadui amadui
Dumaladipa amadui amadui

It isn't even winter and I'm shivering, shivering
Waiting for the love that's not delivering
And what I want to know, man
(Why, oh, why)
Does she treat me like a snowman?
Ah

It isn't even winter and I'm shivering, shivering
Waiting for the love that's not delivering
And what I want to know, man
(Why, oh, why)
Does she treat me like a snowman?
Ah

She's been building me
Up quite steadily
Seems like I've been here years and years and years and years
I wait patiently
Froze in history
All ice water is tears and tears and tears and tears
She treats me far too frosty
This hanging on has cost me
It seems you would say I was too soft-hearted
If you made a dunce cap I'd don it
People will always be tempted to wipe their feet
On anything with 'welcome' written on it

It isn't even winter and I'm freezing, freezing
This sort of feeling isn't pleasing
And what I want to know, man
(Why, oh, why)
Does she treat me like a snowman?
Ah

It isn't even winter and I'm shivering, shivering
Waiting for the love that's not delivering
And what I want to know, man
(Why, oh, why)
Does she treat me like a snowman?
Ah

(Why, oh, why) does she treat me, does she treat me?
(Why, oh, why) does she treat me, does she treat me?
(Why, oh, why) does she treat me like a snowman?
(Why, oh, why) just like a snowman

Ah

. . .


Save us from the ball and chain
Save us from the ball and chain
Save us from the ball and chain, oh, yeah
The diggers and the towering cranes

Save us from the ball and chain
Save us from the ball and chain
Save us from the ball and chain, oh, yeah
The diggers and the towering cranes

The diggers and the towering cranes

Save us from the ball and chain
Save us from the ball and chain
Save us from the ball and chain, oh, yeah
The diggers and the towering cranes

Don't want demolition
Don't want your compensation
It's not just bricks and mortar
We are lambs to slaughter

Save us from the ball and chain
Save us from the ball and chain
Save us from the ball and chain, oh, yeah
The diggers and the towering cranes

The diggers and the towering cranes

Must we live in fear
From those who shed no tears?
Our one and only shelter
Your games, your Helter Skelter

Motorways and office blocks
They're standing on the spot where stood a home
They're crushing all the memories of people
Who have since turned to stone
Who turned to stone
They turned to stone

Save us from the ball and chain
Save us from the ball and chain
Save us from the ball and chain, oh, yeah
The diggers and the towering cranes

Save us from the ball and chain
Save us from the ball and chain
Save us from the ball and chain, oh, yeah
The diggers and the towering cranes

The diggers and the towering cranes
The diggers and the towering

. . .


("hey, Gregs, pick up the old Les Paul")

Let me tell ya baby
what to do

I'll come round your house
[spunk/spoke/smoke?] in your hair
'cause I'm a moron
and I don't care

Take it down a while

("Enter Terry Chambers on the [little/bloody?] drum kit, 'ere 'ere [terrificult]. Go bloody boil, Terry. Here he goes Ladies and Gentlemen - this is something you don't see very often, this is Terry Chambers from [unintelligible...] on bloody boil.")

I'm going to tell ya about my operation ladies and gentlemen now
I was admitted
into the hospital
yes
and I was admitted to the hospital by an ambulance
with a siren on the top
the siren was going (guitar imitation of siren)
all the way to [the] hospital

(indistinct shouting in background)

You're going to have to turn the drums up now for the bass player
you're going to have to turn the drums up real loud
turn up the drums for the bass player
cause he can't hear to get into this

Take it down a while

("Ahem, ahem")
To resume the story ladies and gentlemen
I was on my way to hospital
and I was in a ambulance
and the driver in the ambulance
turned round to me and he said
(quizzical guitar riff)
yes he turned round to me and he said
(repeat)
he said, "Son, I haven't worked on the, on the Red Cross
just to take people like you with shaving brushes stuff up, stuck up your
rectum to the hospital"
(guitar riff)
"yeah I said stuck up your rectum"
(riff)
"you got a shaving brush" (riff) "shaving brush" (riff)
"you got a shaving brush stuck right up your rectum"
(riff)
"and I, and I didn't join the Red Cross" (riff)
"to take people like you to hospital"
But he said (laughs), he said, he said "I kind of like your face"
(riff) "and I'm going to take you to" (riff)
"I'm going to take you to the Colostomy Ward, I'm going to take you to
Colostomy Ward, in Princess Margaret's Hospital"
yeah, it was opened in 1967, ladies and gentlemen

Yeah, we can see Princess Margaret opening this here hospital
okay Princess, open that fucking hospital baby

Okay Princess, let's take it down a while
yeah, huh, yeah

There was Princess Margaret opening a hospital there folks (giggles)
Well in any case, this hospital was opened
back in 1960-something-or-other, by Princess Marguerite
and she's really sweet you know (giggles), she really [sucks cock]
Princess Margaret [going down] on a whole damn band
yeah

Any case I was traveling in this ambulance, you know
the one what was going (guitar-siren)
all the way to the hospital, folks, yeah
and I, you know I'd been up to some real extra-marital relationships
with, you know, equipment, like uh, the shaving brush (riff)
(giggles) the shaving brush (riff)
well this was my [outing?]
and I was, I was laid out on the bed
and my brand-new wife
that's the one with the long curly hair,
she said to me "Babe I'm going to give you a real experience
with this here shaving brush" (riff)
and she took it and she stuck it in
(riff) and I... well I liked it but it was only in
having to go to Princess (riff) Margaret's (riff) hospital
baby, baby, baby
Princess Margaret's hospital opened in 1968

(someone else shouts "One, two, three, four!")

Well for all you folks out there the record playing and [...] saga
I [got ?]
I was admitted to the Outpatients Department
and I was well and truly impaled
I said impaled
and they took me to a private booth
yeah a private booth
and a nurse came up to me
and she saw the shaving brush stickin' out
and she leaned over for some -
and she leaned right over a piece of me -
tongs, she leaned over for some tongs
and she took them tongs to the shaving brush
and pulled it out, right out
of me
I said she pulled that shaving brush right out
of me

[Crank it up]

. . .


Gather 'round!

Punch and Judy,
Did it truly,
And were married in a haste,
In love, maybe,
Using the baby,
as a kind of romance paste,
She's grown fatter,
Her hair cut shorter,
Looks much older than nineteen,
He's a drinker,
Not a thinker,
Baby spoiled his could-have-been.

This must be make-believe,
This must be make-believe,
This must be make-believe,
'Cause who do we know, dear, who acts like that?

Punch and Judy.

Punch and Judy,
In a semi,
On a brand new council plot,
Sunday lunchtime,
Beer-for-Punch time,
While his dinner's far from hot,
She grows tired,
Cab is hired,
She goes round to see her friend,
He comes back late,
Fool is irate,
We will see his temper bend.

This must be make-believe,
This must be make-believe,
This must be make-believe,
'Cause who do we know, dear, who acts like that?

Punch and Judy,
In a quandary,
She's walked out, and he is mad.
Now he's grown up,
Can't smash home up,
Retribution must be had.
Punch and Judy,
Had a baby,
Who brought them to married bliss.
Mr Punch,,
Has drunken hunch,
That he must punish kid for this

This must be make-believe,
This must be make-believe,
This must be make-believe,
'Cause who do we know, dear, who acts like that?

Punch and Judy

. . .


I am the fly on the wall
My prying eyes are looking through your bottom drawer
I just came flying through your door
You didn't notice that your number had been called

I see the mother beating the babe
I see the money, the pennies you save
Stored on computers from birth to the grave

I'm telling you, fly on the wall
See, see, see, seeing it all

I am the fly upon the wall
You're in the index of the files that stand so tall
Although your health is rather poor
We have a place for those who cannot find a cure

I know your income, your daily crust
I know your pleasures, your passion, your lust
I know when you're living, and I know when you're dust

I tell you, fly on the wall
See, see, see, seeing it all

One is born and one will die, it's all understood
The bit that's in the middle doesn't count, no, no, no, don't count

I am the fly on the wall
My prying eyes are looking through your bottom drawer
I just came flying through your door
You didn't notice that your number had been called

I see the mother beating the babe
I see the money, the pennies you save
Stored on computers from birth to the grave

I'm telling you, fly on the wall
See, see, see, seeing it all
I'm telling you, fly on the wall
See, see, see, seeing it all, woo
Fly on the wall
See, see, see, seeing it all
Fly on the wall
See, see, see, seeing it all
Fly on the wall
See, see, see, seeing it all

. . .


We, we will dance like tiny boats with cotton sails upon the tops of the seas
That would pull us down to the depths and crush us flat if given half a chance
No need to look back to pictures of lost, when all was rust
We, we will skim across the surface of the mud as if we're spinning pebbles
Oh, in our yacht dance
Oh, in our yacht dance

We, we will dance like tiny boats with cotton sails upon the tops of the seas
Made of people stained with scorn who never see the light of real love
No need to look back through diaries of lost now turned to dust
We, we will skate across the surface of the storm as if we're wheeling sea birds
Oh, in our yacht dance
Oh, in our yacht dance

And how they'll be jealous of both of us
In our yacht dance

We, we will dance like tiny boats with cotton sails upon, upon the tops of the sea
Made of people stained with scorn who never see the light of real love
Oh, in our yacht dance
Oh, in our yacht dance

. . .


There may be no golden fleece
But human riches I'll release

Oh, my head is spinning like the world and it's filled with beasts I've seen
Let me put my bag down, and I'll tell you it all right from the start
Like the scarlet woman who would pick on the boys she thought were green
And the two-faced man who made a hobby of breaking his wife's heart

Seems the more I travel
From the foam to gravel
As the nets unravel
All exotic fish I find

Like Jason and the Argonauts
There may be no golden fleece, but human riches I'll release
Like Jason and the Argonauts
There may be no golden fleece, but human riches I'll release

I was in a land where men force women to hide their facial features
And here in the west it's just the same but they're using make-up veils
I've seen acts of every shade of terrible crime from man-like creatures
And I've had the breath of liars blowing me off course in my sails

Seems the more I travel
From the foam to gravel
As the nets unravel
All exotic fish I find

Like Jason and the Argonauts
There may be no golden fleece, but human riches I'll release
Like Jason and the Argonauts
There may be no golden fleece, but human riches I'll release

I have watched the manimals go by
Buying shoes, buying sweets, buying knives
I have watched the manimals and cried
Buying time, buying ends to other people's lives

There may be no golden fleece, but human riches I'll release
There may be no golden fleece, but human riches I'll release
There may be no golden fleece, but human riches I'll release
There may be no golden fleece, but human riches I'll release

I have watched the manimals go by
Buying shoes, buying sweets, buying knives
I have watched the manimals and cried
Buying time, buying ends to other people's lives

Like Jason and the Argonauts
There may be no golden fleece, but human riches I'll release
Like Jason and the Argonauts
There may be no golden fleece, but human riches I'll release
Like Jason and the Argonauts
There may be no golden fleece, but human riches I'll release
Like Jason and the Argonauts
There may be no golden fleece, but human riches I'll release
Like Jason and the Argonauts
There may be no golden fleece, but human riches I'll release
Like Jason and the Argonauts
There may be no golden fleece, but human riches I'll release

There may be no golden fleece, but human riches I'll release
There may be no golden fleece, but human riches I'll release
Like Jason and the Argonauts
There may be no golden fleece, but human riches I'll release

. . .


High climbs the summer sun
High stands the corn
And tonight when my work is done
We will borrow your father's carriage
We will drink and prepare for marriage
Soon, my darling, soon, my darling

Shilling for the fellow who brings the sheep in
Shilling for the fellow who milks the herd
Shilling for the fellow with a wife for keeping
How can we feed love on a farmboy's wages?

Deep under winter snow
Deep lay the lambs
And tonight by the full moon's glow
Flask of wine on my feather bedding
We will drink and prepare for wedding
Soon, my darling, soon, my darling

Shilling for the fellow who brings the sheep in
Shilling for the fellow who milks the herd
Shilling for the fellow with a wife for keeping
How can we feed love on a farmboy's wages?

People think that I'm no good
At painting pictures or carving wood
Be a rich man if I could
But the only job I do well is here on the farm
On the farm
And it's breaking my back

We will borrow your father's carriage
We will drink and prepare for marriage
Soon, my darling, soon, my darling

Shilling for the fellow who brings the sheep in
Shilling for the fellow who milks the herd
Shilling for the fellow with a wife for keeping
How can we feed

Shilling for the fellow who brings the sheep in
Shilling for the fellow who milks the herd
Shilling for the fellow with a wife for keeping
How can we feed love on a farmboy's, love on a farmboy's, love on a farmboy's wages?

. . .


Can't you see
Love and affection
When it's put
In your direction
Wrapped in your mysterious wonderland
No fast car
Can make you grow up
Gentlemen
You think you've sewn up
Locked in your wonderful wonderland
No dark horse like me can cramp all of your style
Too plain and simple I am for your file

One day you will break out of your spell
And some day you will want me for your own
And I'll say welcome to reality

All this talk
Of late-night parties
Flirting with the lower gentry
Lost in your magical wonderland
Out of depth
Out of class
Phase of your life
Will come to pass
Caught in this tragical wonderland
All of the riches that shine will turn sour
Each moment you slip you will bring near the hour

One day you will break out of your spell
And some day you will want me for your own
And I'll say welcome to reality

Wrapped in your mysterious wonderland

Caught in your superficial
Nonexistant
Fairy-story
Wonderland

. . .


O ladybird
I have heard you wish to walk me through your garden
I crave your pardon if I woke you with my thinking
Ladybird

O ladybird
I have heard you wish to walk me through your meadow
You'll spread no wings to fly in fright if I'm beside you
Ladybird

All through the winter time
When wood was warm and splintered
Time seemed longer than a goods train
Now that spring is back again I'll ask your name
Your name

O ladybird
I have heard you wish to walk across my pillow
No weeping willow was ever as beautiful, sad as you are
Ladybird

And as you're walking past
I'm laying on the grass and making chains of thought
To snare you with my wit
But bit by bit you fade to gone
Gone

All through the iron season
Love was hanged and treason became
Something of a parlour game
Now sun is back in power I'll ask your name
Your name

O ladybird
I have heard you have to run to tend your children
No flood can drown nor fire blacken purest longing
For ladybird
Ladybird

. . .


Do something for me, boys
If I should die at sea, boys
Write a little note, boys
Set it off afloat, saying

Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Village and city girls by the quayside
Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Watching and waiting by the sea

Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Quiet or witty girls by the quayside
Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Watching and waiting there for me

I think about your pale arms waving
When I see the caps upon the green
And the rocking roller-coaster ocean
Think about you every night when I'm fathoms asleep
And in my dreams
We are rocking in a similar motion

Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Village and city girls by the quayside
Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Watching and waiting by the sea

Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Quiet or witty girls by the quayside
Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Watching and waiting there for me

I think about the salt sea rolling
Down in pearly tears upon your cheeks
Just like the day the harbour pulled away
I think about your warm white sheets unfolding
The more I have to drink
The more that I can think to say

Do something for me, boys
If I should die at sea, boys
Hey, write a little note, boys
And set it off afloat, saying

Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Village and city girls by the quayside
Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Watching and waiting by the sea

Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Quiet or witty girls by the quayside
Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Watching and waiting there for me

Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Village and city girls by the quayside
Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Watching and waiting by the sea

Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Quiet or witty girls by the quayside
Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Watching and waiting there for me

Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Village and city girls by the quayside
Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Watching and waiting by the sea

. . .


You put your cleanest dirty shirt on
Then you stagger down to meet the dawn
You take a ride upon a bus, it's just a fuss
You know it keeps you born
You get to know a morning face
You get to join the human race
You get to know the world
Has passed you by

Who cares? You might be dead
Who cares? You stayed in bed
Who cares? You wrote the note
Who cares? You might have spoke

Wake up!

You take a snack to fill the gap
And then you're ready for another shift
Your attention was diverted
By the girl who smiled and made the lift
The radio is blaring out
It's in one ear and then it's out
You didn't notice that the record's over

Who cares? You might be dead
Who cares? You stayed in bed
Who cares? You wrote the note
Who cares? You might have spoke

Wake up!

In the road a crowd had gathered
And a man was close to dead
The blood is running down the gutter
While you're yawning, nothing's said
His body's wriggling like an eel
They got no sense, no touch, no feel
Somebody better go and get a blanket

Who cares? You might be dead
Who cares? You stayed in bed
Who cares? You wrote the note
Who cares? You might have spoke

Who cares?

. . .


Smalltown, snoring under blankets
Woken by the clank
It's just the milkman's dawn round
Smalltown, hiding undercovers
The lodgers and the lovers
Are asleep 'round Smalltown

Shiney grey black snake of bikes
He slithers
Bearing up the men and boys
To work
We're standing in poplar lines
Making alarm clocks that'll wake our wives up
Don't ask us, we haven't the time
We're racing the hooter that'll signal life's up

Smalltown, crouching in the valley
Woken by the Sally Army
Sunday marchround
Smalltown, coughing in the toilet
Who on earth would spoil it
Would they pull down Smalltown?

If it's all the same to you
Mrs Progress
Think I'll drink my Oxo up
And get away
It's not that you're repulsive to see
In your brand new catalogue nylon nightie
You're too fast for little old me
Next you'll be telling me it's 1990

I have lived here for a thousand years or maybe more
And I've sheltered all the children who have fought the wars
And as payment they make love in me
In squeaky beds
In bicycle sheds
Inside of their heads
As singles and weds
As Tories and Reds
And that's how I'm fed
And that's how I'm fed

Smalltown, snoring under blankets
Woken by the clank
It's just the milkman's dawn round
Smalltown, hiding undercovers
The lodgers and the lovers
Are asleep 'round Smalltown

Smalltown, crouching in the valley
Woken by the Sally Army
Sunday marchround
Smalltown, coughing in the toilet
Now who on earth would spoil it
Will you pull down Smalltown

Smalltown
Smalltown

. . .


Laying on the grass, my heart, it flares like fire
The way you slap my face just fills me with desire
You play hard to get
'Cause you're teacher's pet
But when the boats have gone
We'll take a tumble, excuse for a fumble

Shocked me, too, the things we used to do on grass
If you fancy, we can buy an ice cream cone
Your mate has gone, she didn't want to be alone
I will pounce on you
Just us and the cuckoos
You are helpless now
Over and over, we flatten the clover

Shocked me, too, the things we used to do on grass
It would shock you, too, the things we used to do on grass
Grass
On grass
Things we did on grass

. . .


Let's make a den
What shall we use?
Make it out of hay
Who will be leader?
In it we can play at both being mothers and fathers until we have
Children of our own.

Let's make a den
What shall we use?
Make it out of wood
Who will be leader?
Wouldn't it be good if we could fight off rival gangs and take total
Possession of the hill
For the rest of our days?

Isn't that what we can all look forward to when we grow up?
Isn't that what we can all look forward to?
Behind the door, women and men
Love and war inside of our den.

Let's make a den
What shall we use?
Make it out of bricks
Who will be leader?
In it how the sticks and stones will fly but my oh my won't we have
Fun when later on we patch it up?

Let's make a den
What shall we use?
Make it from cement
Who will be leader?
In it we can pent up all of our fears but give presents each christmas
Like there was nothing ever wrong
For the rest of our days.

Isn't that what we can all look forward to when we grow up?
Isn't that what we can all look forward to?
Behind the door, women and men
Love and war inside of their den.

Well you can wear your brand new nurse's outfit,
And I can wear my brand new cowboy suit.
Everything unchanging
Just furniture arranging

Let's make a den
What shall we use?
Make it underground
Who will be leader?
Protect us from the flash and sound of the big stick they drop just
To stop us from cuddling and hanging on
For the rest of our days.

. . .


Meet you in the secret place
Scuffling in the dirt I wait
Whistle will blow, whistle will blow,
Share a joke the laugh's on me
But when I get you on your own we'll see
Someone might hear, someone might hear
You're a working girl now
You've got money of your own
Hmmm The meeting place
Hmmm The meeting place
Strolling under grimey skies
Machines that make you kiss in time
Smoke on your breath, smoke on your breath
Chimney never looked so good
Never looked the way it should
From lying in the bracken wood
Coat on the ground, coat on the ground
Take a walk down the lane
We'll be late back again
Hmmm The meeting place
Hmmm The meeting place

. . .


Dear God, hope you got the letter, and
I pray you can make it better down here
I don't mean a big reduction in the price of beer
But all the people that you made in your image
See them starving on their feet
'Cause they don't get enough to eat from God
I can't believe in you

Dear God, sorry to disturb you, but
I feel that I should be heard loud and clear
We all need a big reduction in amount of tears
And all the people that you made in your image
See them fighting in the street
'Cause they can't make opinions meet about God
I can't believe in you

Did you make disease, and the diamond blue?
Did you make mankind after we made you?
And the devil too

Dear God, don't know if you noticed, but
Your name is on a lot of quotes in this book
Us crazy humans wrote it, you should take a look
And all the people that you made in your image
Still believing that junk is true
Well I know it ain't and so do you, dear God
I can't believe in
I don't believe in

I won't believe in heaven and hell
No saints, no sinners, no devil as well
No pearly gates, no thorny crown
You're always letting us humans down
The wars you bring, the babes you drown
Those lost at sea and never found
And it's the same the whole world 'round
The hurt I see helps to compound
The Father, Son and Holy Ghost
Is just somebody's unholy hoax
And if you're up there you'll perceive
That my heart's here upon my sleeve
If there's one thing I don't believe in

It's you
Dear God

. . .


Brainiacs Daughter
Made me a suit of bricks and mortar
And a matching stove pipe hat, oh yes
Brainiacs Daughter
Took me on a sleigh ride underwater
And I'm crazy for girls like that
Oh yes Sir, yes Sir
Three bags full Sir
All across the land the bells ring out
It's night, sun shines bright
So I reach to hold her frozen hand in flight
As we alight in the bottle city of Kandor
Brainiacs Daughter
Talks like a Daily Planet Reporter
Sitting cross legged there on the mat, oh yes
Brainiacs Daughter
Swallowed the pocket watch I bought her
And I'm crazy for girls like that
Oh yes Sir, Yes Sir
All fall down Sir
And I love the lights that blink on and off
All around her head
And I love the clothes that she tries on and off
Landing on the bed
Yes Sir, Yes Sir
Three bags full Sir

. . .


Someone's knocking in the distance
But I'm deaf and blind
She's not expected home this evening
So I leave the world behind
For the vanishing girl
The vanishing girl
Yes she'd give you a twirl
But she vanishes from my world
So burn my letters and you'd better leave
Just one pint a day
The whole street's talking about my
White shirts looking so grey
People gossip on the doorstep
Think they know the score


She's giving him the runaround
The man from number four
Has a vanishing girl
A vanishing girl
Yes she'd give you a twirl
But she vanishes from my world
Yes the paint is peeling and my
Garden is overgrown
I got no enthusiasm to even answer the phone
When she's here it makes up for the time she's
Not and it's all forgotten
But when she goes I'm putting on the pose for
The vanishing girl

. . .


Terrorism
You're writing your diary in innocents' blood
You're vain and you're ugly, you're no robin hood
You don't steal from the rich to help the poor
You just take life from both and what is more
You break your bread and drink
But post-confession you'll still stink of
Terrorism

Terrorism
But you're sikh, jew, muslim and christian, you say
Now which religion will you wear today?
And in whose Bible do you find your cause


That says bomb children in department stores?
I hope your God is pleased
To see all creation on their knees for
Terrorism

Terrorism
Angel of death with black woolen mask
Freedom they bring you is a long wooden cask
They never doubt that right is on their side
When right is rifle-shaped where can you hide?
Don't want daughter sweet
To be target practice in the high street
Terrorism

. . .


The hunt is on to find the fox
Cross patchwork fields and spiny copse
Much to and froing
White horses showing
Their pearly teeth

He lead them up into a wood
Where he escape
I guess he should
You know he's a late starter
But he's much smarter
Than the rest

He lead them up a garden path
Such craftiness
You got to laugh
They got a clue, man
He's almost human
Fox on the loose

You must see him showing if you run boy run boy
You must see him showing so be ready with your gun
You never see the going if you take the wrong side
You never see the going in the early morning sun

The hunt is on to find the fox
To find the fox

. . .


Season cycle moving round and round
Pushing life up from a cold dead ground
It's growing green
It's growing green, well
Darling don't you ever stop to wonder
About the clouds about the hail and thunder
'Bout the baby and its umbilical
Who's pushing the pedals on the season cycle?

Summer chased by Autumn
Autumn chased by Winter
season cycle go from death to life
Winter chased by Springtime
bring a harvest or a man his wife
Springtime's turning
it's growing green
It's growing green, well
Darling, don't you ever sit and ponder
darling did you ever think
About the building of the hills a yonder
all this life stuff's closely linked
Where we're going in this verdant spiral
Who's pushing the pedals on the season cycle?
Round and round and round and round

I really get confused on who would make all this
is there a God in Heaven
Everybody says join our religion get to Heaven
I say no thanks why bless my soul
I'm already there!

Autumn is Royal
As Spring is clown
But to repaint Summer
They're closing Winter down

Darling don't you ever stop to wonder
darling did you ever think
About the clouds about the hail and thunder
all this life stuff's closely linked
About the baby and its umbilical
Who's pushing the pedals on the season cycle?
Season cycle
Darling, don't you ever sit and ponder
darling did you ever think
About the building of the hills a yonder
all this life stuff's closely linked
Where we're going in the verdant spiral
Who's pushing the pedals on the season cycle?

. . .


Well hush my children don't you cry
The troubles will soon all be over
The tears that swell in every eye
Will fall to the ground and bring clover

The soldiers are only teenage boys
The same as in durban or dover
So rein aside all your warring toys
The troubles will soon all be over


Well hush my children go to sleep
The troubles will soon all be over
Their bombs will form a rusting heap
For flowers and fern to grow over

Their leaders are only drunk with fear
They wouldn't do this be they sober
And when they drink our friendship clear
The troubles will soon all be over

. . .


Never been near a university,
Never took a paper or a learned degree,
And some of your friends think that's stupid of me,
But it's nothing that I care about.

Well I don't know how to tell the weight of the sun,
And of mathematics well I want none,
And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
But I know one thing,
And that's I love you.
When their logic grows cold and all thinking gets done,
You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton.

I can't have been there when brains were handed round
(please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton),
Or get past the cover of your books profound,
(please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton),
And some of your friends thinks it's really unsound,
That you're ever seen talking to me.

Well I don't know how to write a big hit song,
And all crossword puzzles well I just shun,
And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
But I know one thing,
And that's I love you.

I'm not proud of the fact that I never learned much,
Just feel I should say,
what you get is all real,
I can't put on an act,
It takes brains to do that anyway. (And anyway...)

And I can't unravel riddles, problems and puns,
How the home computer has me on the run,
And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
But I know one thing,
And that's I love you (I love you).

If depth of feeling is a currency,
(please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton),
Then I'm the man who grew the money tree,
(no Chain of Office and no hope of getting one).
Some of your friends are too brainy to see,
That they're paupers and that's how they'll stay.

Well I don't know how many pounds make up a ton,
Of all the Nobel prizes that I've never won,
And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
But I know one thing,
And that's I love you.

When all logic grows cold and all thinking gets done,
You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton.
You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton.
You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor.
(Please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton.)

. . .


Everyone's creeping up to the money god
Putting tongues where they didn't ought to be
On stepping stones of human hearts and souls
Into the land of "nothing for free"

Well the way that we're living
Is all take and no giving
There's nothing to believe in
The loudest mouth will hail the new-found way
To be king for a day

Everyone's licking up to the new King Pin
Trying to get way up with a smile
Sing for your supper boy and jump to a finger click
Ain't my way of living in style

'Cause the ladder gets longer
And ambition gets stronger
I can't satisfy the hunger
That bad old moon has got you in its sway
To be king for a day
(King for a day)

You're only here once so you got to get it right
(No time to fuss and fight)
'Cause life don't mean much if measured out with someone else's plight
(In time you'll see the light)

'Cause the way that we're living
Is all take and no giving
There's not much to believe in
The loudest mouth will hail the new found way
To be king for a day

. . .


I'm floating over strange land,
It's a soulless, sequined, showbiz moon.
I'm floating over strange land,
And then stranger still, there's no balloon.
But I'm getting higher,
Wafted up by fame's fickle fire 'til the...

Chalkhills and children,
Anchor my feet.
Chalkhills and children,
Bringing me back to earth,
Eternally and ever Ermine Street.
(Even I never know where I go when my eyes are closed.)

I'm skating over thin ice,
Upon blunted blades of metal soft.
I'm skating over thin ice,
While some nonesuch net holds me aloft.
But I'm getting higher,
Lifted up on lucks' circus wire 'til the...

Chalkhills and children,
Anchor my feet.
Chalkhills and children,
Bringing me back to earth,
Eternally and ever Ermine Street.

Even I never know where I go when my eyes are closed.
Even I never spied that the scenes were posed.
Even I never knew this is what I'd be.
Even eyes never mean that you're sure to see.

Still I'm getting higher,
Rolling up on three empty tyres, 'til the...

Chalkhills and children,
Anchor my feet.
Chalkhills and children,
Bringing me back to earth,
Eternally and ever Ermine Street.

I'm soaring over hushed crowds,
The reluctant cannonball it seems.
I'm soaring over hushed crowds,
I'm propelled up here by long dead dreams.

Still I'm getting higher,
Icarus regrets and retires puzzled.

Chalkhills and children,
Anchor my feet.
Chalkhills and children,
Oddly complete.
(Even I never know where I go when my eyes are all closed.)

Here I go again.

. . .


Let's begin

Peter Pumpkinhead came to town
Spreading wisdom and cash around
Fed the starving and housed the poor
Showed the Vatican what gold's for

But he made too many enemies
Of the people who would keep us on our knees
Hooray for Peter Pumpkin
Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead?
Oh my!

Peter Pumpkinhead pulled them all
Emptied churches and shopping malls
Where he spoke, it would raise the roof
Peter Pumpkinhead told the truth

But he made too many enemies
Of the people who would keep us on our knees
Hooray for Peter Pumpkin
Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead?
Oh my!

Peter Pumpkinhead put to shame
Governments who would slur his name
Plots and sex scandals failed outright
Peter merely said any kind of love is all right

But he made too many enemies
Of the people who would keep us on our knees
Hooray for Peter Pumpkin
Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead?

Peter Pumpkinhead was too good
Had him nailed to a chunk of wood
He died grinning on live TV
Hanging there he looked a lot like you and an awful lot like me

But he made too many enemies
Of the people who would keep us on our knees
Hooray for Peter Pumpkin
Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead?

Ah, hooray for Peter Pumpkin (hooray)
Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkin
Hooray for Peter Pumpkinhead
Oh my oh my, oh
Don't it make you want to cry, oh?

. . .


Climb up here beside me
We can ride and find a friend unfound
Put your foot upon the laughing gas
And drive your grin around
Omnibus, take all of us
All of us, take Omnibus
Ain't nothing in the world like a white skinned girl
Make your Union Jack and make your flag unfurl
You can't say you've ridden
'Till you've given up your heart and seat
Man that lady clippie rip your ticket
Make your trip complete
Omnibus, take all of us
All of us, take Omnibus
Ain't nothing in the world like a black skinned girl
Make your shakespeare hard and make your oyster pearl
Don't let horses pass you by
Take a run and leap on
Pull the blinkers from your eyes
Before big bus has gone
We'll be stopping off
In every shop until you find that mate
Don't waste time, go on and taste them all
Why don't you fill your plate?
Omnibus, take all of us
All of us, take Omnibus
There's nothing in the world like a gold skinned girl
To make your bonsai weep and make your bamboo curl
Omnibus, take all of us
All of us, take Omnibus
Omnibus, take all of us
All of us, take Omnibus
Ain't nothing in the world like a green skinned girl
But that don't mean to say you can't look

. . .


The disappointed
All shuffle round in circles
Their placards look the same
With a picture and a name
Of the ones who broke their hearts

The disappointed
All congregate at my house
Their voices sob with grief
That they want to be chief
Of the tribe with broken hearts

Once, I had no sympathy
For those destroyed and thrown away by love
Seems your ring upon my finger
Signifies that I've become the spokesman of...

The disappointed
Will bear me on their shoulders
To a secret shadow land
Where a sombre marching band
Plays a tune for broken hearts

And day grows darker now
Everywhere, everywhere

The disappointed
Are coming in their millions
They're spilling from the bus
At a monument to us
Made of bits of broken heart

Once, I had no sympathy
For those destroyed and thrown away by love
Seems your ring upon my finger
Signifies that I've become the spokesman of...

The disappointed
Are growing every second
They blot the sun to black
At the bottom of the pack
I'm the king of broken hearts

The disappointed
(10x)

. . .


Bungalow
Bungalow
By the sea

Bungalow
In the sea air
Climbing rose
Time to spare

Luxury accommodation traps the sun
So we're working every hour that God made
So we can fly away
Saving it all up for you

Bungalow

Bungalow
Silver shore line
In the gorse
You can be mine

Standing prime position for the town
Working for this vision through our lives
So we can fly away
Saving it all up for you

Bungalow
Bungalow
You wait and see

. . .


Just a casual thing
Not really worth a mention
Didn't hurt a bit
Didn't hurt a bit

But if you didn't mind
Can we change the subject now?
Didn't hurt a bit
Really didn't hurt a bit

And after all, I'm a man of the world
People come to me 'cause I know the score

And if you see the gang
Say I'm a free man
Be sure to tell 'em
It didn't hurt a bit

Just a bit of fun
Didn't alter a thing
Didn't hurt a bit
That's an end to it

In another week
I won't remember the name
But it's all the same
Didn't hurt a bit

My appearance isn't what you surmise
It's just a piece of grit that got in my eye

Whatever you do
Whatever you know
Well I'll put up straight
It didn't hurt a bit

Lots of rumours flying 'round
Plans to decieve
It's my word against hers
Who are you going to believe?

Just a casual thing
Not really worth a mention
Didn't hurt a bit
Didn't hurt a bit

But if you didn't mind
Can we change the subject now?
Didn't hurt a bit
That's an end to it

And after all, I'm a man of the world
People come to me 'cause I know the score

And if you see the king
Say I'm a free man
But be sure to tell me it didn't hurt a bit

Whatever you do
Whatever you say
Be sure to tell me it didn't hurt a bit

Noooooo!
Noooooo!
Yeaaaaah!

. . .


Books are burning
In the main square, and I saw there
The first eating the text
Books are burning
In the still air
And you know where they burn books
People are next
I believe the printed word should be forgiven
Doesn't matter what it said
Wisdom hotline from the dead back to the living
Key to the larder for your heart and head
Books are burning
In our own town, watch us turn 'round
And cast our glances elsewhere
Books are burning
In the playground
Smell of burnt book is not unlike human hair
I believe the printed word is more than sacred
Beyond the gauge of good or bad
The human right to let your soul fly free and naked
Above the violence of the fearful and sad
The church of matches
Anoints in ignorance with gasoline
The church of matches
Grows fat by breathing in the smoke of dreams
It's quite obscene
Books are burning
More each day now, and I pray now
You boys will tire of these games
Books are burning
I hope somehow, this will allow
A phoenix up from the flames

. . .


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