XTC Album

Yes, it's true

I want that apple, just like William Tell,
No more floor gazing, no more head down the well.
I'm feeling extrovert.
I should be shaking the stars instead of hugging the dirt.

I swear!

I'm really burning, fit to boil up the sea,
Human volcano at a zillion degrees.
I'm feeling extrovert.
Instead of quiet and shy I'm really dying to fly.

I feel like someone else,
Yes I do, yes I do, yes I do.
I feel like someone else,
I feel new, not so blue.
I feel,
Extrovert.

No hidden message, nothing political,
You needn't listen, I just wanted to show,
I'm feeling extrovert.
I am the lion who's roaring not the mouse that gets hurt.

I feel like someone else,
Yes I do, yes I do, yes I do.
I feel like someone else,
I feel new, not so blue.
I feel.
My trumpet plays for you,
I'm gonna blow it now.

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

From pools of xylophone clear
From caves of memory
I saw the children at heart
That we once used to be
Borne on foaming seahorse herd
Compose with trumpeting shell
From lines across their hands
A song as new as new moon
As old as all the sands
Shrank to stagnant from Atlantic wild
Lost that child 'til mermaid
Smiled

Summoned by drum rolling surf
As laughing fish compel
The young boy woken in me
By clanging diving bell
Breakers pillow fight the shore
She wriggles free in the tide
I'm locked in adult land
Back in the mirror she slides
Waving with comb in hand
I was lucky to remain beguiled
Grown to child since mermaid
Smiled

There's too many cooks in the kitchen
There's too many minds on the job
There's too many cooks in the kitchen
Everybody wants a piece of the action
Cooking the books and getting their fractions wrong

What we need is law and order
Everybody knows
Can't have chiefs without the injuns
Stepping on their toes

There's too many cooks in the kitchen
There's too many daps in the pie
There's too many cooks in the kitchen
Everybody needs a place in the rat race
Playing games of power, it's only a cat chase

Too many too many too many etc.
Too many cooks in the kitchen

It's in the order of their hedgerows
It's in the way their curtains open and close
It's in the look they give you down their nose
All part of decency's jigsaw I suppose

Heard the neighbour slam his car door
Don't he realise this is respectable street
What d'you think he bought that car for
'Cause he realise this is respectable street

Now they talk about abortion
In cosmopolitan proportions to their daughters
As they speak of contraception
And immaculate receptions on their portable
Sony entertainment centres.

Heard the neighbour slam his car door
Don't he realise this is respectable street
What d'you think he bought that car for
'Cause he realise this is respectable street

Now she speaks about diseases
And which sex position pleases best her old man
Avon lady fills the creases
When she manages to squeeze in past the caravans
That never move from their front gardens.

Heard the neighbour slam his car door
Don't he realise this is respectable street
What d'you think he bought that car for
'Cause he realise this is respectable street

It's in the order of their hedgerows
It's in the way their curtains open and close
It's in the look they give you down their nose
All part of decency's jigsaw I suppose

Sunday church and they look fetching
Saturday night saw him retching over our fence
Bang the wall for me to turn down
I can see them with their stern frown
As they dispense the kind of look that says
They're perfect.

Heard the neighbour slam his car door
Don't he realise this is respectable street
What d'you think he bought that car for
'Cause
He realise this is respectable street
He realise this is respectable street
He realise this is respectable street

I want a back seat,
Because I'm dead beat,
I'm respirating,
Two (souls / soles) of the (ape here)

Gives us sleepyheads, sleepyheads,
The road ahead it takes us to our bed,
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,
To far and counting,
Head nod in twenty.

Gives us sleepyheads, sleepyheads,
The road ahead it takes us to our bed,
Sleepyheads, sleepyheads,
Our minds they race but our bodies are dead.

[No lyrics]

Heaven is paved with broken glass,
Since your hammer struck my heart,
This world, a hell of trees and grass.
All is wrong like north gone south,
There's a bad taste in my mouth.

Everything was stars,
'Til you had a notion to leave,
Beauty marks turned to scars,
Bet you had a laugh up your sleeve.

Congratulations love, love, love, love.
You made a fool of me and physics.

Heaven is paved with broken glass,
Since your hammer struck my heart,
This world, a hell of trees and grass.
All is wrong like north gone south,
There's a bad taste in my mouth.

Everything was gold,
'Til you thought you were above me,
Soldier turns to rogue,
Pretty turns to pretty ugly.

Congratulations love, love, love, love,
You made a fool of me and physics.

And I'm feeling cheated,
And I'm feeling used,
And what's even worse is,
You just look amused.

Heaven is paved with broken glass,
Since your hammer struck my heart,
This world, a hell of trees and grass.
Since your hammer struck my heart.

Heaven is paved with broken glass.

Gone are the days,
When hate filled my heart,
I feel now I am a happy man,
I laugh now at values that I had.

All through my youth,
I was shouting and no one would hear.
Blind to the ways,
Of the people who now I hold dear.
It's loud and clear.

The world is full of angry young men,
Chip on the shoulder,
An ideal in their head.
The world is full of angry young men,
Who think life owes them something,
But you only get out what goes in.

There was a time,
When I fought the worldm
I see now,
It was just an actors stage.
I see clear,
The colours through the haze.

As time goes on,
Your opinion will change like the weather.
Things that you said,
Now seem small,
They just don't seem to matter,
I learned for the better.

The world is full of angry young men,
Chip on the shoulder,
And an ideal in their head.
The world is full of angry young men,
Who think life owes them something,
But you only get out what goes in.

There was a time I was lost in the dark,
I ran a race I didn't know where to start.
Now I've changed my ways,
Seeing better days,
I'm turning my world upside down.

The world is full of angry young men,
Chip on the shoulder,
And an ideal in their head.
The world is full of angry young men,
Who think life owes them something,
But you only get out what goes in.

Angry young men,
What you put in is what you get out.

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

Thanks for Christmas,
Thank you for the love and happiness that's snowing down,
All around.

Thanks for Christmas,
Thank you for the winter friendliness that's snowing down,
All around the world.

It's nearer,
Children's eyes shine clearer now,
As they decorate the trees,
All across the seven seas.

It's nearer,
Yule log fires burn clearer now,
In the winter's frosty air,
Sing with us and we can share our...

Thanks for Christmas,
Thank you for the love and happiness that's snowing down,
All around.

Thanks for Christmas,
Thank you for the winter friendliness that's snowing down,
All around the world.

It's dawning,
Santa's reindeer yawning now,
All their festive work is done,
Filling houses up with fun.

It's dawning,
Here is Christmas morning now,
Greatest day of all the year,
Listen out and you will hear our...

Thanks for Christmas,
Thank you for the love and happiness that's snowing down,
All around.

Thanks for Christmas,
Thank you for the winter friendliness that's snowing down,
All around the world.

It's such a shame it's only one day every year,
Three hundred and sixty-four days full of doubts and fear
You've been saving your love up,
Let it out,
'Cause Christmas is here.

Thanks for Christmas,
Thank you for the love and happiness that's snowing down,
All around.

Thanks for Christmas,
Thank you for the winter friendliness that's snowing down,
All around the world.

I shout this,
You shout that,
The clouds are coming over looking awful black.
It's all hot air.

You say go,
I say stay,
Clear blue sky goes Sheffield grey.
It's all hot air.

I've grown immune to your claws,
Pussycat, I know...

All your threats are tissue tigers,
Crawling across the table to me.
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Ripping 'em up is easy for me now.

I shout this,
You shout that,
An eye for heart and a tit for a tat.
You easy tear.

Think your stripes,
Are yellow and black,
I can only see the yellow one down your back,
You easy tear.

I've grown immune to your claws,
Pussycat, I know...

All your threats are tissue tigers,
Crawling across the table to me.
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Ripping 'em up is easy for me now.

We argue all life long,
You'd swear that black was wrong,
Throw tantrums like Queen Kong,
I've trapped you in my song.

All your threats are tissue tigers,
Crawling across the table to me.
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Ripping 'em up is easy for me now.

Oh, I need protection

Nothing is safe and,
Nothing is truly sacred,
If you want to stay alive,
Keep your body from the undertakers.

Sing out!

Oh, I need protection.

Have you ever had a threat?
Have you ever had (call / cold) (pause to make) stare?
You can see it on TV,
From the pleasing safety of your armchair.

Sing out!

Oh, I need protection.

When it slap you in the face,
Will you take (down) (far / Barth) to consi?der
What will you do,
when he says to you, "Stand, deliver"?

Will you take to your heels,
And fight to brazen your features?
Yeah, it won't go away,
With just one click of your fingers.

Sing out!

Oh, I need protection
Protection

My heart is taken it's not lost in space
And I don't want to see your mooney mooney face
I say why on earth do you revolve around me
Aren't you aware of the gravity
Don't need another satellite

I'm happy standing on my feet of clay
I have no wish to swim your milky milky way
I say why on earth do you send your letters 'round here
Only to gum up the atmosphere
Don't need another satellite

So circling we'll orbit another year
Two worlds that won't collide
So circling we'll orbit another year
Moon still tries to steal the tide away

Don't need another satellite
Don't need another satellite

Abort your mission let's just say you tried
Before you glimpse I have a darker darker side
I say why in Heaven's name do you come on these trips
Only to freeze in a total eclipse
Don't need another satellite

So circling we'll orbit another year
Two worlds that won't collide
So circling we'll orbit another year
Moon still tries to steal the tide away
Don't need another satellite
Don't need another satellite

Strange tales,
Scribbled on a uniform
Strange tails,
Scribbled down in cuneiform.

It had been written,
You had to get in.
You know a cat'll play,
You used to be a big mouse.

Strange tales, strange tails.

Strange tales,
Scribbled on the shelter walls.
Strange tails,
Scribbled as the idol falls.

It had been written,
You had to get in.
You know a cat'll play,
You used to be a big mouse.

Strange tales, strange tails

Officer Blue,
Really love the things you do,
Even when I was just eight years.

Officer Blue,
Is it true what they say?
That when you work you're still at play.

Oh Officer Blue,
I really love the things you do.
It's magical,
People in a human zoo.

Officer Blue,
Cast a shadow on the wall,
But by torchlight even mice look tall.

Officer Blue,
In a blaze of uniform,
And your stripes and badges to conform.

Officer Blue,
Really love the things you do,
Even when I was just eight years old.

Officer Blue,
Is it true what they say?
That when you work you're still at play.

Snipping, snipping, snipping goes the scissor man
Putting end to evil doers games
Snipping, snipping, snipping goes the scissor man
Maybe you are in his book of names
Maybe you are in his book of names

So be kind and helpful to your mother
Just think twice before you try to steal
When he cuts with sticky silver snippers
You may find the wounds will never heal

All self made bad boys
If you refuse to believe he exist
You won't be frightened when you find out
You're on his list
You're on his list
You're on his list

So be good and never poison people
Just think twice before the deed is done
When you wake up guilty in the morning
You may find important pieces gone

Man acting like a farmer,
And he's treating the woman like a poor cow.
He got to treat you better from now.
But man is just a baby,
And he's needing your milk of kindness I vow,
To drink as much as you will allow.

All the way through history,
Man machine, no mystery.
All the way through history,
Girl have the brain to act just like the weaker sex.

Down in the cockpit,
Man need the woman to pull him right out of it.
Down in the cockpit,
Man need the woman to pull him right out of it.

Queen wants the castle back from the rascal
Queen wants the castle
Now!

The girl tribe are growing up,
And filling the world full with a new soul,
To get so far they paid a high toll.
Try not to make,
The same mistakes,
As man has made or you'll fall in that hole,
And you will see us changing our role.

Oh! Look what is this creature down in that hole?
Some say they were called men.

Pulsing pulsing,
There's a beat in his arm still.
Pulsing pulsing,
Like the throb of an anthill.
Pulsing pulsing,
No death in the rain.
I've been washing my hands,
In the stuff I wash my brains.

I'm pulsing.
You're pulsing.
Who's pulsing?.
What's pulsing?.

Pulsing pulsing,
There's a lump in his throat still.
Pulsing pulsing,
At the site of a crash throw.
Pulsing pulsing,
No push in the vein.
I've been washing my hands,
In the stuff I wash my brains.

Have you got Miss Fortune?
She's the daughter of rich parents,
All she does is cry.
One four-letter word is all she wants,
but you can't buy love,
So there's no supply.

Will you take young Master Charge?
The boy who's living well,
beyond his father's means.
See his mother kill herself with work,
To keep her dandy,
In the latest jeans.
(Happy families.)

Happy families is a kid's game.
Happy families is your main aim.
It starts out with a dealing in the middle of the night,
And ends up with a full house if you play your cards out right.
Mum says Dad is cheating,
You should see the grown-ups fight,
For...

Happy families,
The game that's sure to please.

Have you got young Master Race?
The bigot son who, like his dad,
is fueled with fear.
Not so much a son more of a stormtrooper,
To burn the books,
When Dad's not here.

Happy families is a kid's game.
Happy families is your main aim.
You start out with your first cub and you think that life's a song.
You'll end up with a wolfpack if you lay your cards out wrong.
Dad says Mom is cheating,
You can see the children long,
For...

Happy families,
The game that's sure to please.

Have you got Miss Carriage?,
She's the girl who wants a baby,
That she cannot find.
Strange, the ones who want to win the race are,
usually the ones,
Who fall behind.

Countdown,
Countdown to Christmas,
Countdown to Christmas party time.

We're so happy,
We want you to be happy too.
We're so happy,
And we want to share the secrets of happiness with you.

Grab a woman beneath the mistletoe,
Kiss her lips and make her glow.
No more fighting, no more fuss,
Ah, it's Christmas!

Countdown,
Countdown to Christmas,
Countdown to Christmas party time.

We're so happy,
We want you to be happy too.
We're so happy,
And we want to share the secrets of happiness with you.

Eat and drink and dance some more,
Invite the whole street through your door.
Sing out loud, don't swear or cuss
Ah, it's Christmas!

Countdown,
Countdown to Christmas,
Countdown to Christmas party time.

Countdown,
Countdown to Christmas,
Countdown to Christmas party time.

We're so happy,
We want you to be happy too.
We're so happy,
And we want to share the secrets of happiness with you.

Countdown.
10 days.
Countdown to Christmas.
9 days.
Countdown.
8 days.
Countdown to Christmas.
7 days.
Countdown.
6 days.
Countdown to Christmas.
5 days.
Countdown.
4 days.
Countdown to Christmas.
3 days.
Countdown.
2 days.
Countdown to Christmas.
1 day.
Ah, it's Christmas!

When your love's flown out the window,
And the pain comes through the door.
Once again you've missed the boat,
And you're stranded on the shore.
And you find out that what you had,
Was never yours at all,
Friends and lovers that you knew so well,
Will never take your calls.

So,
You blame the weather,
oh-oh,
Blame the weather,
oh-oh,
Blame the weather,
oh-oh
Can't you see you're in your prime?
You're turning creases into lines.

If you play the game
You've got to be prepared to take a knock,
You get put down so many times,
But you keep on getting up.
So put your tears away,
And don't forget to worry is a crime,
Nothing bears thinking about too much,
You'll be old before your time.

So,
You blame the weather,
oh-oh,
Blame the weather,
oh-oh,
Blame the weather,
oh-oh
Can't you see you're in your prime?
You're turning creases into lines.

The pool of tears you left to drown in,
The helping hands that never came,
The years you lost out to another,
All up in flames

So,
You blame the weather,
oh-oh,
Blame the weather,
oh-oh,
Blame the weather,
oh-oh
Can't you see you're in your prime?
You're turning creases into lines.

Living in a rabbit tunnel,
Keep the doggie in her kennel,
Mustn't let her see the world.

Oh, no!
Don't treat her like that.
Oh, no!
Don't treat her like that.

Living under Mum and Daddy,
Carry hope just like a caddie,
Mustn't let them see you're killed.

Shout it clear for all to hear,
You won't shoot this bird down.
Shout it clear for all to hear,
We're going to take this town.

Turn a deaf ear to the orders,
Keep them as your perfect daughters,
Mustn't let them know their minds.

Turning on to only music,
Breaking from their childhood attic,
Mustn't let them open the blinds.

It's time she stopped being your ornament,
It's time she put that in the past for permanent.
You can't hold her if she wants to roam around,
You can't hold her dream and keep it gagged and bound.

We're going,
We're going to,
We're going to take,
We're going to take this,
We're going to take this,

So, let's briefly summarize what we know, shall we?

The '50s

The '60s

The '70s

And finally, the '80s

Thank you, and good night