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+ | ====== Paroles ====== | ||
+ | ===== Citizen Fish ===== | ||
+ | ==== Active Ingredients ==== | ||
+ | The will to respond when the chase is on | ||
+ | Sends people up trees cos when they' | ||
+ | The carbon dioxide in the air | ||
+ | Will put a sweat on the polar bears | ||
+ | The ice will melt and we'll feel the freeze | ||
+ | Of freashwater currents in the northern seas | ||
+ | Then the population expands to squeeze | ||
+ | Between frozen wasted and the overheated shade | ||
+ | |||
+ | Will it be man made | ||
+ | This recipe for disaster? | ||
+ | Have we a part to play | ||
+ | In this recipe for disaster | ||
+ | This recipe for disaster | ||
+ | |||
+ | The need to be fed cos if you're not you're dead | ||
+ | Gave us the chemical safety net | ||
+ | Now as we scan the ingredients | ||
+ | We're back in the classroom feeling dense | ||
+ | Then lists get made and facts displayed | ||
+ | That tell us what's behind the names | ||
+ | Sedation and addiction on to | ||
+ | Staying alive on processed food chains | ||
+ | |||
+ | Will it be man made | ||
+ | This recipe for disaster? | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | In this recipe for disaster? | ||
+ | This recipe for disaster | ||
+ | |||
+ | The desise to resist when nature' | ||
+ | Animal/ | ||
+ | Leads to people who won't be led | ||
+ | By the mainstreamlining intheir heads | ||
+ | Linking up to a new perspective | ||
+ | It's a chain reaction cause and effective | ||
+ | It's happening now fast not slow | ||
+ | Active ingredients go go go! | ||
+ | |||
+ | It's happening now fast not slow (x3) | ||
+ | Active ingredients go go go! | ||
+ | |||
+ | Now we're face to face | ||
+ | With a recipe for disaster | ||
+ | Have we something to say | ||
+ | In this recipe for disaster? | ||
+ | Is there a difference made | ||
+ | To this recipe for disaster? | ||
+ | Have we a part to play | ||
+ | In this recipe for disaster? | ||
+ | It depends what part you're after | ||
+ | Go go go! | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== The B.O.B. Song ==== | ||
+ | Bob goes bouncing down the road to Bremen | ||
+ | 24 hours goes to fast | ||
+ | Drinks in elbows - crowded bars | ||
+ | Mixing becks and kummerling | ||
+ | 6 a.m. and where are we? In Bremen | ||
+ | In Bremen, in Bremen | ||
+ | |||
+ | Bob goes bouncing down the road to Oakland | ||
+ | Coffee, pizza, liquor, store | ||
+ | Sits in the sun it's Califor- | ||
+ | nia get brown get down to the bay | ||
+ | All the punks come out to play in Oakland | ||
+ | In Oakland, in Oakland | ||
+ | |||
+ | Bob goes bouncing down the road to Bath | ||
+ | Goes to the heart of the west country | ||
+ | Where the grass is yellow and the cider' | ||
+ | - I reckon it's the other way round - | ||
+ | Bubbling up from the underground in Bath | ||
+ | |||
+ | Bob met a friend of a friend of yours | ||
+ | Bob got a letter and wrote some more | ||
+ | Bob saved up and got the plane | ||
+ | Now Bob's in the kitchen going insane | ||
+ | Bremen, Oakland, Bath and on | ||
+ | Cos it don't matter where you come from | ||
+ | If you think this is it you're in for a shock | ||
+ | Cos the whole fuckin' | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Oslo ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Welcome to Norway | ||
+ | |||
+ | Well shake it up and fizzle it out, call it what you will | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | But the next day you're out there and you're still stoned | ||
+ | Your only seeing policemen, you're feeling all alone | ||
+ | You need a dose of vitamins, you need some H2O | ||
+ | Concentration comes too fast and then it tends to go | ||
+ | And if you get all stoned again the whole thing just repeats | ||
+ | So pull it up and wake it up with arms and legs and feet | ||
+ | |||
+ | Then you get to be so knackered cos, you're doing this and that | ||
+ | You need to quit the madness, re-learn how to relax | ||
+ | By the time you've reached the point at which you've lost the will to rush | ||
+ | You'll be so relaxed that next day, you'll be doing twice as much! | ||
+ | So pour it down or cook it up, call it what you can | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | |||
+ | But the next day you're out there and you're still full | ||
+ | Of alcohol, cholesterol, | ||
+ | You need a pile of tablets, you need a place to sit | ||
+ | The time it takes to run around has shrunk and doesn' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Then gradually you lose the speeds | ||
+ | Of fast and slow and ideas feed | ||
+ | From work to play until the need | ||
+ | To set the gap has gone | ||
+ | |||
+ | So until then I think I'll spend | ||
+ | The week re-living the weekend | ||
+ | And vice-versa he's off again | ||
+ | Now where' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Open it up or close it down but take it when you go | ||
+ | Cos there' | ||
+ | And having a session of mental regress - yes yes | ||
+ | I think we get the point... joint?! Pint? | ||
+ | O - S - L - O | ||
+ | Good night! | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Bitter And Twisted ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | I been hating so much for far too long | ||
+ | I can't think of anything happy for a song | ||
+ | It's all been covered in critical spit | ||
+ | Dredged out and analysed bit by bit | ||
+ | |||
+ | I I I hate this society it made me learn | ||
+ | How to hate so much, now it's hard to turn | ||
+ | This attitude it produce in me | ||
+ | To something more/less B & T | ||
+ | |||
+ | Bitter and twisted | ||
+ | Waving our fists | ||
+ | And taking the piss | ||
+ | But who's the victim? | ||
+ | It's easier to hate then it is to laugh | ||
+ | Bitter and twisted | ||
+ | Couldn' | ||
+ | Could end up seeming self-inflicted | ||
+ | Or is it introspection gone too far | ||
+ | |||
+ | It's war in here cos it's war out there | ||
+ | It's easier to say 'And we don't care' | ||
+ | Third degree burns from the third world war | ||
+ | It was fought on television so we all got the score | ||
+ | |||
+ | Here's a commercial break in between | ||
+ | The commercialisation of the human being | ||
+ | Hungry eyes, and those that say | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | |||
+ | It's bitter and twisted | ||
+ | When they insist | ||
+ | It's always been like this - Impossible | ||
+ | To stop the crisis they' | ||
+ | Try to resist it | ||
+ | Maybe you missed it | ||
+ | The revolution just got pissed | ||
+ | It's a choice, relax or drive yourself insane | ||
+ | |||
+ | On the other hand it's a really nice day | ||
+ | All the insanity' | ||
+ | Good to relax not feeling much, dot, dot | ||
+ | I'm not doing enough! | ||
+ | Strength and weakness, chaos and orders | ||
+ | Happiness and hate, all messing with the borders | ||
+ | Turning my face from the outside view | ||
+ | To 'have a nice day' now I'm splitting in two | ||
+ | |||
+ | Twisted, I'm splitting in two | ||
+ | Bitter and twisted, I'm splitting in two... | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Digging A Hole ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Settle back and take a viewpoint | ||
+ | Heard before in wooden rooms | ||
+ | Hatred of authority begins with | ||
+ | Doing what you're told to do | ||
+ | When advice replaces orders | ||
+ | Hatred slowly turns to caution | ||
+ | Caution fades with interaction | ||
+ | Agreement - repetition - slogan | ||
+ | |||
+ | Waving slightly the banner cries | ||
+ | ' There' | ||
+ | Nothing left to advertise' | ||
+ | In all direction seeing signs | ||
+ | Of struggles lost to compromise | ||
+ | |||
+ | Sometimes it seems like the problem' | ||
+ | So deep that the digging' | ||
+ | Sometimes we have to find solutions | ||
+ | No more distractions | ||
+ | We're digging a hole | ||
+ | Just to make sure (x2) | ||
+ | We're digging a hole | ||
+ | Just to make sure (x2) | ||
+ | We're digging a hole | ||
+ | |||
+ | Has it got to the point where the problems are gone to the surface once dug up | ||
+ | and revealed? | ||
+ | Are they so in our face that they' | ||
+ | call ' | ||
+ | Has it got to the point where the problems are gone because they got questioned | ||
+ | and discussed? | ||
+ | Has it really all changed for the better these days? Imagine a ' | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | Acceptance is static retention | ||
+ | Of orders delivered on masse | ||
+ | We put ourselves outside the picture | ||
+ | But still sit reflecting on glass | ||
+ | So when the institutions call | ||
+ | Check your conscience before you open the door | ||
+ | Be happy knowing who you are | ||
+ | And still digging holes | ||
+ | Just to make sure (x2) | ||
+ | We know what we're talking about | ||
+ | We're still digging holes | ||
+ | Just to make sure (x2) | ||
+ | We know what we found down here | ||
+ | Still digging holes (x2) | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Sacred Cows ====</ | ||
+ | Headlines all went | ||
+ | mad cow disease sensation | ||
+ | Bseized by panic in a big meat-eating nation | ||
+ | |||
+ | They told us beef was safe then told us not to eat it | ||
+ | Got banned from exportation but not from the supermarket | ||
+ | Before someone else died | ||
+ | But the people they all cried | ||
+ | 'We need our meat and the money it makes' | ||
+ | You can't get a better bit of profit on your plate | ||
+ | |||
+ | Frightening to see how money and tradition | ||
+ | Can over-ride the facts and force a position | ||
+ | |||
+ | Now stickers in four-wheeled vehicules say | ||
+ | ' | ||
+ | 'My other car's polluting as well' | ||
+ | So much that it's fucking up the food chain, hell | ||
+ | What's that taste? It's animal waste | ||
+ | The look on your face says ' | ||
+ | It's the stink of dead flesh | ||
+ | It's the sunday best | ||
+ | And other sacred cows | ||
+ | But they' | ||
+ | Well you'd be pretty mad too | ||
+ | If what happened to cows happened to you | ||
+ | Having your children taken away | ||
+ | Forced to stand in a pen each day | ||
+ | Fed the shit from other dead things | ||
+ | Then chopped to bits... | ||
+ | |||
+ | We all suggest you go vegeterian | ||
+ | Then all these problems are all sorted out! | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Pills | ||
+ | ==== | ||
+ | I was taking all the pills to stop me feeling ill again | ||
+ | Supermarket shelves collapsing at the till again | ||
+ | Doctor couldn' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Where' | ||
+ | All went blank for a couple of pages | ||
+ | Hazy recollection of staring for ages, and ages | ||
+ | |||
+ | So I didn't know how, I didn't know when | ||
+ | An easy choice became the trend | ||
+ | Weakening the thrills, less money to spend | ||
+ | Someone had a car borrowed from a friend | ||
+ | |||
+ | Memory distortion ten years on and back again | ||
+ | Thrills a generation crash into the window pane | ||
+ | Another empty parking space | ||
+ | |||
+ | A friend of ours was here | ||
+ | We drank a lot of beer | ||
+ | Next day his Vauxhall Cavalier | ||
+ | Had gone and disappeared | ||
+ | |||
+ | Taking all the pills only went so far | ||
+ | Did tou get the thrills when you took the car? | ||
+ | Driving up the price of running out of anything | ||
+ | Caught in the distortion, distortion of escapism brutality | ||
+ | He's wasted - escapist - in his overdrawn reality | ||
+ | He's wasted (x4) | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Isolated Incidents | ||
+ | |||
+ | In the silence of next door | ||
+ | Lives a man fought in the war | ||
+ | Wary eyes through parted curtains | ||
+ | Seems Ok but can't be certain | ||
+ | |||
+ | Uneasy feeling uninformed, or | ||
+ | Out of touch it's, well, abnormal | ||
+ | Maybe chat with that chap later | ||
+ | Meanwhile need to read the paper | ||
+ | Sex and fashion, competitions | ||
+ | Popstars praising politicians | ||
+ | Amusement park for our derision | ||
+ | So assured of our position - | ||
+ | None of it to do with us | ||
+ | |||
+ | And now the turning of the page | ||
+ | Produces yet another bomb | ||
+ | Distorded children' | ||
+ | Where' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Isolated incidents | ||
+ | Everyday events | ||
+ | |||
+ | Bombs and guns in daily doses | ||
+ | Fashion-nation with psychosis | ||
+ | Public trials of private loners | ||
+ | Staring blank into the cameras | ||
+ | Feeds a need for reassurance | ||
+ | Civilisation' | ||
+ | Takes a bomb to show the crack, and | ||
+ | All we see is more distraction | ||
+ | |||
+ | Headlines - violence, war and sex | ||
+ | Disintegration nothing left | ||
+ | Of civilisation - here's the news | ||
+ | It's what we get accustumed to | ||
+ | Unaware of getting used to | ||
+ | Being scared of other people | ||
+ | |||
+ | If the world is going crazy | ||
+ | Staying in could be essential (x4) | ||
+ | |||
+ | (Where' | ||
+ | Someone new moved in next door | ||
+ | Next in the line of next door neighbours | ||
+ | Maybe get to meet him later) | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Barking ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Think back to a bar surrounded by crazyness | ||
+ | Unthinking drunken punk excess | ||
+ | Lives exploding from the stress | ||
+ | Of thoughts restrained by soberness | ||
+ | Misconception misdirection | ||
+ | Shredding lifelong friend connection | ||
+ | Contorded faces barbed wire words | ||
+ | Fighting talk that goes - heard | ||
+ | |||
+ | ABC defences rise | ||
+ | From loss of all pretences - why | ||
+ | This is real as one perceives it | ||
+ | But total shit as the other sees it | ||
+ | |||
+ | Bang - two friends get seperated | ||
+ | I hate to see it generated | ||
+ | One dog barks the other runs | ||
+ | To get another bigger gun | ||
+ | |||
+ | Observers stay but know the fun | ||
+ | Has gone - you know that everyone | ||
+ | Has half an idea what went wrong | ||
+ | But being drunk the idea's gone | ||
+ | The idea's gone | ||
+ | |||
+ | The questions all get theorised | ||
+ | The answer sleeps unrealised | ||
+ | See you in the morning then | ||
+ | I hope we see those to again | ||
+ | Clinking glasses eye to eye | ||
+ | Friends like that don't compromise | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Heard It All Before | ||
+ | |||
+ | I had writer' | ||
+ | By critics of lyrics said it had to stop | ||
+ | The time to whine had gone tick-tock | ||
+ | Too much too long and over the top | ||
+ | |||
+ | Too much too soon? Too little too late? | ||
+ | It was 'the same old tunes' and they ' | ||
+ | Mere speech ballons this was never a debate | ||
+ | Why you still looking for the sell-by-date? | ||
+ | |||
+ | I'm feeling the cost of thinking | ||
+ | It's all been said before | ||
+ | Something got lost | ||
+ | You knew it already | ||
+ | Or just got bored | ||
+ | With all this social observation | ||
+ | |||
+ | Too much too soon? Too little too late? | ||
+ | Any old excuse to disengage | ||
+ | ' | ||
+ | Have you seen where this picture fits? | ||
+ | |||
+ | Into the frame of parenthood | ||
+ | Sometime when it was understood | ||
+ | That parents knew ' | ||
+ | Now I'm hearing the same from people my age | ||
+ | |||
+ | And into the frame of teachers and school | ||
+ | Who always knew more but kept to the rules | ||
+ | Teaching the same as they'd been taugh before | ||
+ | Never updating, no inner thoughts | ||
+ | |||
+ | And into the frame of governments | ||
+ | Who demonise our common sense | ||
+ | Distort our real experience | ||
+ | Democracy bows to its own pretention | ||
+ | Its in your reflection | ||
+ | |||
+ | Attention span at closing time? | ||
+ | Don't talk politics! Make it rhyme! | ||
+ | And catch the feet to dance a yard | ||
+ | But politics makes us think too hard! | ||
+ | |||
+ | The way we follow or lead or decide | ||
+ | To co-operate or just stand aside | ||
+ | The way we say 'What you doing today?' | ||
+ | Or couldn' | ||
+ | Is politics | ||
+ | What we each decide | ||
+ | Is politics | ||
+ | To be true or lies | ||
+ | Is politics | ||
+ | It's time to decide | ||
+ | Whether how we live (how we live) is our own free will (own free will) | ||
+ | Are we running our lives? Or are we standing still? | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Deep Neurotic | ||
+ | |||
+ | I love it when you get neurotic! | ||
+ | All the underside erotic thoughts | ||
+ | The nightmare spikes | ||
+ | But I'm grinning, it's exactly like | ||
+ | Mirror talking in contempt | ||
+ | Now I know no-one' | ||
+ | From releasing a hidden psychosis | ||
+ | Splits second revelations | ||
+ | |||
+ | I feel you feel I know too much | ||
+ | It seems can't do anything right | ||
+ | I know you know I feel too much | ||
+ | It seems I can't do anything right | ||
+ | |||
+ | And when the other real me | ||
+ | And when the other real you | ||
+ | Get close enough to be | ||
+ | One out of two | ||
+ | We'll back off denying as we even prove it | ||
+ | By making excuses that far from remove it | ||
+ | |||
+ | I feel you feel I know too much | ||
+ | It seems can't do anything right | ||
+ | I know you know I feel too much | ||
+ | It seems I can't do anything right | ||
+ | |||
+ | Personal shame at revealing ourselves | ||
+ | Kills off the contact we need to survive | ||
+ | If we tap at the source and say 'What the hell?' | ||
+ | We'll know who we are and we'll feel more alive | ||
+ | We'll feel more alive | ||
+ | |||
+ | That's how the theories go | ||
+ | But who's to say it's right? | ||
+ | We contradict each other | ||
+ | Then say the other' | ||
+ | We take it to extremes | ||
+ | Just to conclude it feels alright | ||
+ | When we stop talking to ourselves | ||
+ | Who do we turn to to say right! | ||
+ | (I can't do anything right) (x4) | ||
+ | |||
+ | Shut up! It's alright really! | ||
+ | It's alright really! Now it's alright really! | ||
+ | It's alright! Really! | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Not For Sale ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Why are you leaving? Something to believe in | ||
+ | Just left the building here comes nothing | ||
+ | Seen the revolution go full circle | ||
+ | And now it's so much more relaxing | ||
+ | Where are they going? Didn't they know it' | ||
+ | Hard for us to feel rejected | ||
+ | Contrast - diction number one, 'it can be done | ||
+ | Without losing our perspective' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Some will come and some will go | ||
+ | But some will stay despite temptation | ||
+ | Music bought and sold back | ||
+ | Is a shadow of its generation | ||
+ | What it meant and what it means | ||
+ | Is in our heads not on the screen | ||
+ | Communication interaction | ||
+ | Liveliness and satisfaction | ||
+ | |||
+ | This is what we get from music | ||
+ | Corporations just abuse it | ||
+ | We keep our own company | ||
+ | This culture is not for sale | ||
+ | |||
+ | Why all the complaining? | ||
+ | It comes down to hard decisions | ||
+ | But how far do you take it? Do you need to make it? | ||
+ | What's the price of your opinions? | ||
+ | |||
+ | Ideas come and ideas go | ||
+ | And some will stay to form the picture | ||
+ | In our heads or on the screens | ||
+ | Acted out or sold as culture | ||
+ | It's a lifestyle revolution | ||
+ | Just to share ideas for free | ||
+ | Your revolution will not be televised | ||
+ | Except on pay-per-view T.V. | ||
+ | |||
+ | This is what we get for asking | ||
+ | For someone else to do it for us | ||
+ | A culture full of instancy | ||
+ | This culture is not for sale | ||
+ | |||
+ | Well they outlined all the options | ||
+ | And gave us the directions | ||
+ | And told us lead don't follow anyone | ||
+ | It was hard to stop once started | ||
+ | And the promises soon departed | ||
+ | And we found out it was business and not fun | ||
+ | |||
+ | Now where' | ||
+ | The starting point' | ||
+ | Getting hard to recognised a friend | ||
+ | These men in suits and braces | ||
+ | Have no feelings on their faces | ||
+ | When they ask us to re-write that song again, no | ||
+ | |||
+ | It's not just music it's not just views | ||
+ | It's almost anything artistic | ||
+ | It's not just art that's only part of | ||
+ | Expression free from greed and profit | ||
+ | |||
+ | This culture, this culture... | ||
+ | Our culture | ||
+ | Is not for sale, not for sale... | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Breaking A Habit ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Repetition | ||
+ | That it's what I always do | ||
+ | No more life in two dimension | ||
+ | |||
+ | Habit retention | ||
+ | It's a habit | ||
+ | Got to grab it | ||
+ | And to break it up | ||
+ | Into pieces | ||
+ | |||
+ | The cycle never ends | ||
+ | Another habit | ||
+ | Repetition | ||
+ | And addiction | ||
+ | |||
+ | Routine | ||
+ | It's a habit | ||
+ | It was beautiful | ||
+ | So we grab it | ||
+ | And we broke it | ||
+ | Into little pieces | ||
+ | Speed it up and make a mess | ||
+ | Of anything, anything... | ||
+ | |||
+ | I want to throw it all away (x2) | ||
+ | Routine | ||
+ | Repetition | ||
+ | Press the button | ||
+ | Here we go again | ||
+ | |||
+ | You can't have it back again | ||
+ | No, no, no | ||
+ | |||
+ | I'm gonna throw it all away | ||
+ | I'm gonna do something today | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== T.V. Dinner | ||
+ | |||
+ | Acclimatized slowly to image distortion | ||
+ | Selling the wares and wearing so thin | ||
+ | Which is worse? To be in or out of proportion? | ||
+ | Documentality always stays in | ||
+ | |||
+ | Squarely screened and sat to face the facts | ||
+ | The content lost the meaning, cos they didn't show the cracks | ||
+ | Credits roll and take their toll on the roads that share the fields | ||
+ | Where the factory tractor plows the truth and buried what is real | ||
+ | |||
+ | Overlaid the essence with the smell of leisure time | ||
+ | Culture waste as public taste gets dulled and undefined | ||
+ | Belief in the disposable is just like being blind | ||
+ | So brighten up the packaging, put up a few more signs | ||
+ | |||
+ | Eat this fast food - Read this, buy now | ||
+ | Main course soundtrack - Discover just how | ||
+ | We win, you lose - Who? What? Where? When? | ||
+ | Only joking sit back - Then forget and start again | ||
+ | |||
+ | I've been told I've got a mind of my own (I've been told I've got a mind of my | ||
+ | own) | ||
+ | And they say you can't believe anything you're told (And they say you can' | ||
+ | believe anything you're told) | ||
+ | And I read how easy it is to make decisions | ||
+ | And I saw someone like you on the television | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Naked ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Blind people must fall in love with a sense of mind, a sense of touch | ||
+ | But when you insist on finding shadows in which to kiss | ||
+ | And down the lights to cover the sights of your nakedness | ||
+ | |||
+ | It feels so restrained | ||
+ | Are we really ashamed | ||
+ | Of what we possess? | ||
+ | It's just nakedness | ||
+ | |||
+ | Feeling too fat, feeling too thin | ||
+ | Needing some clothing to cover the skin | ||
+ | Thinking in terms of original sin | ||
+ | Not knowing where the other one's been | ||
+ | |||
+ | Afraid to discuss the difference between | ||
+ | Falling in love and physical need | ||
+ | A thousand distant painted looks | ||
+ | Staring from adverts and top-shelf books | ||
+ | Makes us afraid of what we reveal | ||
+ | How it's portrayed is not how it feels | ||
+ | |||
+ | It feels so individual | ||
+ | It feels so other-personal | ||
+ | Dresses up creates fiction | ||
+ | Under restriction | ||
+ | |||
+ | Fear of not being what the other one sees | ||
+ | Image contradicting what lies underneath | ||
+ | All the protection comes off in the end | ||
+ | Nothing left to judge you by, nothing to defend | ||
+ | |||
+ | Covered up the truth so long it seemed it wasn't there | ||
+ | Here it is so laugh aloud or tell me why you're scared | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Small Talk ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Vacancy - Room to let any dumb ideas in to this empty head | ||
+ | " | ||
+ | it's been said | ||
+ | And you'll lead the conversations that lie ahead | ||
+ | Whit the empty phrases by which you're led | ||
+ | |||
+ | Do you know what I heard the other night? | ||
+ | Guess what so - and so said to me | ||
+ | The majority of ears were only being polite | ||
+ | Couldn' | ||
+ | |||
+ | A social distance set | ||
+ | By a liking of something hard to forget | ||
+ | A need to remeber and recognise | ||
+ | And inspiration that over-rides | ||
+ | Any hesitation or compromise | ||
+ | Not relying on dubious facts in diguise | ||
+ | |||
+ | What you eargerly collect | ||
+ | And subsequently resurrect | ||
+ | From aquaintances and T.V. set | ||
+ | Falls on distant ears | ||
+ | But when you tell it like it is | ||
+ | From your own ideas and what they give | ||
+ | We're all involved in the way you live | ||
+ | And the distance dissappears | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Time Control | ||
+ | |||
+ | Well, I don't know who invented the clock | ||
+ | But it began a process that will never stop | ||
+ | At the age of six or seven or so | ||
+ | It was a decoration that went tick-tock | ||
+ | Then by ten they invented the watch | ||
+ | Portable guidance till the hands fell off | ||
+ | And a few years later it was luminous hands | ||
+ | Then digital figures to help you understand | ||
+ | |||
+ | Conditioned by punctuality | ||
+ | Knew when to be there, but not where to be | ||
+ | |||
+ | We thought we could control the time | ||
+ | By always knowing what it was | ||
+ | Now every action has a certain speed | ||
+ | As we let time control us | ||
+ | |||
+ | Every technological step | ||
+ | Is faster than the one before | ||
+ | Watching the neighbours and the fashion shows | ||
+ | To see if we need to know more | ||
+ | |||
+ | Desparate to be one step ahead | ||
+ | Loving to be followed, but still needing to be led | ||
+ | |||
+ | So keep up the pace and keep in line | ||
+ | You're either in the race or you're left behind | ||
+ | You may feel part of society but the truth is more sublime | ||
+ | I said "Stop! Take a look around you" | ||
+ | But you never had the time (x3) | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Dividing Lines ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | So busy picking holes in our skin | ||
+ | That stretches tight to keep us all in | ||
+ | |||
+ | When what we thought were eternal friends | ||
+ | Have dissappeared from the scene | ||
+ | Or changed their habits to fit themselves | ||
+ | We begin to see what it means | ||
+ | To be choosing something outside the rules | ||
+ | That no one sets, but we follow | ||
+ | Demanding leaders and food for thought | ||
+ | And it's getting harder to swallow | ||
+ | |||
+ | Meanwhile the police and the tax demands | ||
+ | Are coming in harder than ever | ||
+ | We're raising our fists, but we're not joining hands | ||
+ | For fear of being seen together | ||
+ | With people in the same mentality | ||
+ | But differently aligned | ||
+ | We got straight-edge, | ||
+ | Too many dividing lines | ||
+ | |||
+ | Individual personal choices | ||
+ | Set examples, but don't create laws | ||
+ | We are not all the same as each other | ||
+ | But the difference it ain't much at all | ||
+ | So do what you like, but let me do the same | ||
+ | And maybe we'll do it together one day! | ||
+ | Do what you like, but let me do the same | ||
+ | And maybe we'll do it together one day! | ||
+ | One day, one day | ||
+ | We'll do it one day soon! | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Media Men ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | With detailed precision | ||
+ | Nothing omitted | ||
+ | Made the incision | ||
+ | Cut to what fitted | ||
+ | None of the trends | ||
+ | |||
+ | None of the friends of the packaging crew | ||
+ | Who seels of the image of who buys who | ||
+ | None of it fits | ||
+ | On the shelf it sits | ||
+ | What the rest of us have | ||
+ | Is being sold with a laugh | ||
+ | By the media men | ||
+ | In some hope for a trend | ||
+ | |||
+ | And when their ends meet | ||
+ | The next pose on a street | ||
+ | Will be the new complete set of rules | ||
+ | Sold by liars and bought by fools | ||
+ | |||
+ | When the clothe gets thin | ||
+ | The shoes begin | ||
+ | To show your feet | ||
+ | How far can you walk? | ||
+ | To the billboard talk | ||
+ | At the side of the street? | ||
+ | |||
+ | When the radio times | ||
+ | Set the rate of decline | ||
+ | To a bastardised beat | ||
+ | Does your sun still shine | ||
+ | On the neon signs | ||
+ | At the side of the side | ||
+ | Of the side of the side | ||
+ | Of the street? | ||
+ | |||
+ | Make the incision | ||
+ | It's an easy decision | ||
+ | Rejecting the gods of consumer religion | ||
+ | Fashion and popstars | ||
+ | Setting the trends | ||
+ | |||
+ | Pulling the strings are the media men | ||
+ | Pulling the strings, pulling the strings | ||
+ | Are the media men | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Bag Lady ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | I just ate and I heard the change rattle in your tin | ||
+ | I point my eyes on distant blurred horizon me for charity | ||
+ | |||
+ | Or coffee make the day go faster - faster | ||
+ | Forty days, forty nights, forty currency exchanges | ||
+ | |||
+ | This is my corner, said the Bag Lady | ||
+ | This is my bed, said the Bag Lady | ||
+ | This is my wardrobe | ||
+ | This is my larder | ||
+ | This is my blood donor card | ||
+ | |||
+ | And you can keep all your opinions | ||
+ | As long as you let me keep mine | ||
+ | |||
+ | Some of us want some justice | ||
+ | Some of us want some dignity | ||
+ | Me I want to be left alone | ||
+ | From people pretending they want to be me | ||
+ | |||
+ | This is my can, said the Bag Lady | ||
+ | This is my hand, said the Bag Lady | ||
+ | This is my living, | ||
+ | So what are you (x2) | ||
+ | So what are you giving? | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== First Impressions | ||
+ | |||
+ | Closed off he took her by the hand and coughed | ||
+ | To cover an understanding loss | ||
+ | Perhaps this stake could be put across | ||
+ | Without saying whether it was good or not | ||
+ | Decided? Hardly! Couldn' | ||
+ | Played up to a crowd like Jonathan Ross | ||
+ | Or some such personality deceit | ||
+ | But left the situation with something more complete | ||
+ | |||
+ | That scared the hell for its obvious showing | ||
+ | Of a well inside full of deeper knowing | ||
+ | That said "That was all worng" | ||
+ | Reversed the role from weak to strong | ||
+ | Decided to whom he really belonged | ||
+ | And later felt the pain it caused | ||
+ | Like a victory without the war | ||
+ | Incomplete and nothing more | ||
+ | |||
+ | That selfish - what did he do it for? | ||
+ | What did he do it for? | ||
+ | |||
+ | Taking time out to stay aloof | ||
+ | Had made the problem twice as bad | ||
+ | With a hatred of the actual truth | ||
+ | He cut the little bond they had | ||
+ | |||
+ | Don't take anyone for granted | ||
+ | Every first impression slained | ||
+ | Next one came as a surprise | ||
+ | And opened up some guilty eyes | ||
+ | Take a sip from each other' | ||
+ | Then find a common one to fill | ||
+ | And if it tasted good fill it up | ||
+ | And if it dosen' | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Wet Cement ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | We went up to the buliding site | ||
+ | Saw the bricks and the concrete piles | ||
+ | And watched them all working | ||
+ | Building muscles and no-one smiled | ||
+ | We stood around and watched them | ||
+ | Staring back in complete contempt | ||
+ | I'm building a building | ||
+ | Signed his name in the wet cement | ||
+ | |||
+ | We walked throught the cemetary | ||
+ | Social tombstones in black and grey | ||
+ | Someone had a bunch of flowers | ||
+ | Talking sentiments felt O.K. | ||
+ | We stood in the shadows | ||
+ | Feeling it was that time of day | ||
+ | When everything gloomy | ||
+ | Hits the light as it fades away | ||
+ | |||
+ | We came to conclusions | ||
+ | Knew that life was a paradox | ||
+ | So many illusions | ||
+ | Kept alive til the old ones dropped | ||
+ | Demolishing lifestyles | ||
+ | Building up all the tower blocks | ||
+ | If life is so sacred | ||
+ | Why spend it all in a man-made box? | ||
+ | |||
+ | We stared at the empty shells | ||
+ | Passed a smile and then cried alot | ||
+ | While all this was passing by | ||
+ | No one stopped to see what they' | ||
+ | They took it for granted | ||
+ | Used the space for a parking lot | ||
+ | We'll kick off the real world | ||
+ | Allocating the beauty spots | ||
+ | Industrial death camps | ||
+ | Man made something and then forgot | ||
+ | Knew what it should look like | ||
+ | Trod on nature and said "Well, why not?" | ||
+ | |||
+ | But you cannot replace it | ||
+ | Just take a photo and watch it rot | ||
+ | And bury the feeling | ||
+ | Til no-one knows what it really meant | ||
+ | Got caught in a landslide | ||
+ | And left a name in the wet cement | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Circular Vision ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Please don't let me see | ||
+ | So many problems and disharmony | ||
+ | Without knowing the reason | ||
+ | Without knowing the facts | ||
+ | And knowing that knowing can be hard to desire | ||
+ | When the opposite says " | ||
+ | |||
+ | Please don't let me see | ||
+ | So much peace and harmony | ||
+ | That I forget to use my eyes | ||
+ | Be aware of any shadows behind the light | ||
+ | Circular vision and the need to know | ||
+ | One says lets go everywhere, the other one sets the sights | ||
+ | |||
+ | Please don't let me view | ||
+ | Through so many windows I can't see through | ||
+ | Every depth has a surface tension | ||
+ | Spreading the ripples in all directions | ||
+ | Making waves can be saying goodbye | ||
+ | But it's also saying here's the reason why | ||
+ | |||
+ | Please don't let me see what I've seen before | ||
+ | Without noticing the range of change | ||
+ | Please don't let me see without looking | ||
+ | For nothing will ever be strange | ||
+ | Please don't let me see the viewpoint | ||
+ | Without knowing what the background is | ||
+ | Please don't let me see the framework | ||
+ | Til I've seen if the picture fits | ||
+ | |||
+ | We woke up, didn't feel like sleeping | ||
+ | We spoke up, didn't feel like keeping | ||
+ | The silence that hold us apart so much | ||
+ | As we struggle to find the human touch | ||
+ | And a natural urge of discovery | ||
+ | Checking out what we weren' | ||
+ | Looking around the reality factory | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Social Insecurity ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Growling as I smile and stare from the other side of the street | ||
+ | Is it the speed I'm walking at or the shoes upon my feet? | ||
+ | I couldn' | ||
+ | And if you'd rather hang about I won't get in your way | ||
+ | |||
+ | If the words you backhand to your friend were meant for me to hear | ||
+ | I'll show you a better way to spend your breath over a beer | ||
+ | Or a coffee. Come on mutant-head! Let's drop the social games | ||
+ | Call it a bluff, call it enough, quit calling each other names | ||
+ | |||
+ | There' | ||
+ | Some like to be remembered by the reaction they can get | ||
+ | Others need security in a certain social set | ||
+ | But both are too aware of what they still yet have to get | ||
+ | |||
+ | Is no one ever satisfied with being what they are? | ||
+ | If you show me all your barbed wire, I'll only show you scars | ||
+ | |||
+ | But tell me where you got it from and what it costs in friends | ||
+ | And I'll start to get a picture of a person not a trend | ||
+ | Ignorance and affinity to outside influence | ||
+ | Rejects the inner feeling at anyone' | ||
+ | |||
+ | What provoked attack was the nature of defence | ||
+ | The weak are strong in knowing that such strength is all pretence | ||
+ | |||
+ | So while you're staring at me I'll be grinning back at you | ||
+ | At various intensities, | ||
+ | That what each other represents is an image we've been fed7 | ||
+ | If I'm a fucking waste of space than you're a mutant head | ||
+ | So let's discuss these attitudes and find some common ground | ||
+ | Just doing that is ground enough to exorcise the sound | ||
+ | Of insults, sights of malice, inbred scorn and ignorance | ||
+ | Once beyond the posing we can find the relevance | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Invisible People ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Invisible people with invisible hands | ||
+ | Holding very obvious collection cans | ||
+ | Anonymous people with anonymous jobs | ||
+ | Hurry past for fear of being late for the bus | ||
+ | |||
+ | Both will say it's not the way I intended to be | ||
+ | Knowing that the other guy has all he could need | ||
+ | The homeless have got all the time and all of it to share | ||
+ | The workers have got all the cash and none of it to spare | ||
+ | |||
+ | Invisible people with invisible feet | ||
+ | Taxi cab potential knowing every street | ||
+ | Anonymous people with anonymous cars | ||
+ | Rolling up the windows as they drive on past | ||
+ | |||
+ | If these were all your relatives then which one would you feed? | ||
+ | Would the power you get from money disappear if it was free? | ||
+ | Isn't it therefore obvious that in this society | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Invisible people from invisible homes | ||
+ | Lost the job, their rent went up out on their own | ||
+ | Anonymous people with anonymous lives | ||
+ | Reliant on superiors to keep them alive | ||
+ | |||
+ | Cos when it comes right down to it the structure is the same | ||
+ | Control requires acceptance that you have to play the game | ||
+ | The power of money trickles down decreasing as it goes | ||
+ | And out there in the rain it would be used on food and clothes | ||
+ | |||
+ | But social guilt the barrier to giving what is gained | ||
+ | To those who have less of it, cuts the last link in the chain | ||
+ | Invisibility comes from being constantly in view | ||
+ | Ignorance is the passive stance of saying it can't be true - it can't be true | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | Reality shapes itself around perceptions of the self | ||
+ | Until we really need it we refuse to offer help | ||
+ | The state that creates homelessness thrives on this attitude | ||
+ | Until we smash these limitations and take a wider view | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Flinch ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | It's a fine line with drops on either side | ||
+ | Instant reactions: being undecided | ||
+ | Would lose a balance unrecognised | ||
+ | Don't leave me alone! Don't touch me! | ||
+ | |||
+ | Could just as love those he despised | ||
+ | Or vice-versa - a social supply | ||
+ | Of any extreme you could need to arrive | ||
+ | Of points unchartred part through fear | ||
+ | Don't touch me! | ||
+ | Part through reliance on getting this near | ||
+ | Don't leave me alone! | ||
+ | |||
+ | Having regular good times - good times - usually late - usually late | ||
+ | Passing through the uncertain state | ||
+ | Through the flinch reactive zone | ||
+ | Where no-one stands completly alone | ||
+ | Where togetherness tenses | ||
+ | Just like talking over fences (x2) | ||
+ | |||
+ | Ignoring the barrier but keeping it there | ||
+ | In case the candle starts to flare | ||
+ | Too brightly for the eye to see | ||
+ | So much at once - O.K. hold it there | ||
+ | Don't leave me alone! Don't touch me! (x3) | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Supermarket Song ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | In the shops and supermarket chains | ||
+ | The checkouts play that song again | ||
+ | The notes ring in, ring out the change | ||
+ | Laughing all the way to the stock exchange | ||
+ | |||
+ | The music keeps us happy as we choose | ||
+ | The products that we can't afford to use | ||
+ | The tokens on the packets, the percentages that drop | ||
+ | The ringing and the singing from the ceiling never stops | ||
+ | |||
+ | Buy the product and be free! | ||
+ | Live a life of luxury! | ||
+ | And it says so on T.V. | ||
+ | Every quarter of an hour | ||
+ | |||
+ | Consuming all the facts | ||
+ | Makes you feel you can relax | ||
+ | Comes neatly wrapped in packs | ||
+ | With ingredients on the back | ||
+ | So when you're sick from plastic snacks | ||
+ | You'll know precisely why | ||
+ | |||
+ | While you uphold the megastores | ||
+ | By paying what you can't afford | ||
+ | The man who runs the shop next door | ||
+ | Remembers how it was before | ||
+ | When personality meant something | ||
+ | And costumers would laugh with him | ||
+ | They'd smile or nod as they came in | ||
+ | And adverts didn't mean a thing | ||
+ | |||
+ | But now the supermarket chains | ||
+ | Are around your neck and purse | ||
+ | They sell the products to the strain | ||
+ | Of some long-forgotten dirge | ||
+ | Just loud enough to wash away | ||
+ | The headaches of outside | ||
+ | Another shopping paradise | ||
+ | Where god is on your side | ||
+ | |||
+ | They channel mediocrity | ||
+ | As life's essential quality | ||
+ | You're buying two to get one free | ||
+ | It's some thing that you'll never need | ||
+ | But greed and curiosity | ||
+ | Make you consume and let them feed | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Break Into A Run ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Why life appears to be a series of ups and downs? I'll never know | ||
+ | And I've a feeling that if I find out then everything will turn to stone | ||
+ | The lifeless boring routine block of all things neither good nor bad | ||
+ | To break that rock and destabilise is risky but I'll take that chance | ||
+ | I'll take that chance, I'll take it | ||
+ | |||
+ | Just to know that every up and down must balance out somehow | ||
+ | And there' | ||
+ | And here's a major chord to lift the minors up and dance around | ||
+ | And if the song seems far to long then tune in to another sound | ||
+ | Another sound, like this one | ||
+ | |||
+ | Of course the opposite is true the rain must sometimes hide the sun | ||
+ | And you can't escape the feeling that there' | ||
+ | But it's better to go crazy and just break into a run | ||
+ | Than to grow old always being told how everything should be done | ||
+ | |||
+ | So take the path of most resistance and feel good when you arrive | ||
+ | The other one is straight downhill and never asks you ' | ||
+ | Experience the reap and sow, feel the strenghts of high and low | ||
+ | Who can dictate how far to go? There are no limits set. But let's go! | ||
+ | Oh let's go! Let's go! | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Rainbows | ||
+ | |||
+ | The last time was forgotten in remembrance of the first | ||
+ | We carried on in ignorance not knowing it was worse | ||
+ | And all the sinking standards were related to the past | ||
+ | So when the end came up again we really had a blast! | ||
+ | |||
+ | We counting on his memory | ||
+ | And not counting too fast | ||
+ | Cos everything' | ||
+ | So I guess it's gonna last! | ||
+ | It's gonna last! (x2) | ||
+ | |||
+ | It's easier to minimalise the present point of view | ||
+ | Cos memories desensitise the bad things we go through | ||
+ | But when all that was happening we remembered just the same | ||
+ | So presently we come to see that for rainbows you need rain | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Possession | ||
+ | |||
+ | How much do you want? How much do you need? | ||
+ | How wide is the gap between possession and greed? | ||
+ | |||
+ | Anyone in particular thinks in terms of how much more he needs to earn | ||
+ | To afford the dubious luxury of being able to boast that he could do it free | ||
+ | But it all takes a very long time indeed to reach the achievements set | ||
+ | By the time he possesses all the things that he wants he'll have forgotten what | ||
+ | he set out to get | ||
+ | |||
+ | How much is enough? Do you need a bit more? | ||
+ | How wide is the gap between now and before? | ||
+ | |||
+ | There' | ||
+ | And the empty satisfaction that possession gives | ||
+ | |||
+ | Storing it all for a sense of success when he's got time to look back if there | ||
+ | is any time left | ||
+ | Cos it all takes a very long time indeed to amass all the needs to be met | ||
+ | Unless you consider that all that you really need | ||
+ | Is something to eat | ||
+ | Is something to breathe | ||
+ | Something to there when you leane | ||
+ | Is something to drink | ||
+ | Is something to say | ||
+ | Something that says "I went this way" | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Small Scale Wars ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Everything we do on a personal scale | ||
+ | Taking ' | ||
+ | Is the basis for everything wrong in this world | ||
+ | And of course everything are right as well | ||
+ | But the list of wrongs that offend the soul | ||
+ | Like the chance of being killed before we get old | ||
+ | Is far far longer than the list of right, yeah | ||
+ | |||
+ | Falling in love won't stop the war (x3) | ||
+ | But hating other people might start some more | ||
+ | |||
+ | You blame the politicians | ||
+ | For making all the wrong decisions | ||
+ | Which are just the same as ours | ||
+ | But we haven' | ||
+ | That enforced domination | ||
+ | So we take out our frustration | ||
+ | On the weaker opposition | ||
+ | Reinforce our egotism | ||
+ | In our smale scale wars | ||
+ | On the disco floors | ||
+ | Against the man next door | ||
+ | |||
+ | Falling in love won't stop the war (x3) | ||
+ | But hating other people might start some more | ||
+ | |||
+ | You can blame the politicians - Small scale wars | ||
+ | You blame the television - Small scale wars | ||
+ | You can blame your education - Small scale wars | ||
+ | Cost of living and inflation - Small scale wars | ||
+ | |||
+ | But the basis for everything wrong in this world | ||
+ | Is the way that people behave | ||
+ | When you scorn the system but fight each other | ||
+ | You're behaving exactly the same | ||
+ | If you thought a bit more before starting the war | ||
+ | Then maybe the structure would change | ||
+ | Change! Sooner or later | ||
+ | |||
+ | Falling in love won't stop the war (x3) | ||
+ | But hating other people might start some more | ||
+ | Falling in love won't stop the war (x2) | ||
+ | But hating other people might start some more | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Home Economics | ||
+ | |||
+ | Granny is starting to look pretty costly | ||
+ | At anywhere up to £500 a year | ||
+ | So even though she is capable, happy and lovely | ||
+ | Its out of the house cos it won't be so dear | ||
+ | |||
+ | And into the poll-tax-free state-run environment | ||
+ | Waiting for death in a small cosy room | ||
+ | We can visit her then and she'll make lots of friends | ||
+ | They' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Charlie is eighteen there' | ||
+ | Forget all that learning and get a job fast | ||
+ | And a flat of your own cos the money' | ||
+ | The family unit's a thing of the past | ||
+ | |||
+ | Well then my darling you'd better start working | ||
+ | Cos husbands are meant to pay tax for their wives | ||
+ | You could be an inspector or a poll tax collector | ||
+ | The only job open are the ones we despise | ||
+ | |||
+ | And the baby is due, maybe we should consider | ||
+ | Abortion, adoption or changing our name | ||
+ | Cos for each extra head there' | ||
+ | And the poll tax eats more than we've managed to save | ||
+ | |||
+ | By the year 1999 all these old friends of mine | ||
+ | Will be in prison or gone far away | ||
+ | For the tax's evasion, unable to pay them | ||
+ | Or just for the wanting of somewhere to stay | ||
+ | Of somewhere to stay (x2) | ||
+ | |||
+ | With Thatcher replacing the tiles on our roof | ||
+ | With demands for more money than we've ever got | ||
+ | We'll look back and wish we'd known more and resisted | ||
+ | The poll tax | ||
+ | Student loans | ||
+ | More cuts in benefits | ||
+ | All got together (x2) | ||
+ | All got together and said fuck the lot of it! | ||
+ | Fuck the lot of it! | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Paint ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | I heard the notes all fade away | ||
+ | Leaving memorial stones | ||
+ | Yesterday' | ||
+ | Until they decompose | ||
+ | A picture paints a thousand words | ||
+ | With nothing much to say | ||
+ | What last night seemed had to be heard | ||
+ | Is left unsaid today | ||
+ | |||
+ | So when you said you understood | ||
+ | I couldn' | ||
+ | I was looking at an empty beach | ||
+ | As you saw all the grains of sand | ||
+ | I was counting views from windows | ||
+ | When you looked in from outside | ||
+ | The light was blurred and distant | ||
+ | And several cities wide | ||
+ | |||
+ | So I turn up the volume | ||
+ | To hear the notes so dim | ||
+ | You said you couldn' | ||
+ | So I asked you to come in | ||
+ | Then you held up a mirror | ||
+ | And I saw my face congeal | ||
+ | I was thin and getting thinner | ||
+ | And I dreamt for real | ||
+ | ==== | ||
+ | Talk Is Cheap ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Talk is cheap and its easy to shout | ||
+ | If we spent all our time working things out | ||
+ | Would it change anything? | ||
+ | Words are cheap and anyone can sing | ||
+ | So let's sing a song about all the wrongs | ||
+ | Complaining and straining | ||
+ | This is where it belongs | ||
+ | Or so some one said | ||
+ | It must' | ||
+ | But while I was reading | ||
+ | The ethics lay bleeding | ||
+ | |||
+ | Stab the back of the hand that feeds you | ||
+ | We fall apart in the 'basic human nature' | ||
+ | It's the heart of the gig that bleeds | ||
+ | From the endless soul self-abuse | ||
+ | Tied to the bar in the hope of reviews | ||
+ | From the obvious to the obtuse | ||
+ | The critics who sound so profound | ||
+ | About the mythical 'new underground' | ||
+ | |||
+ | But talk is cheap | ||
+ | The words of wisdom put you to sleep | ||
+ | And you don't even read the cuttings you keep | ||
+ | Just following trends | ||
+ | The trail never ends | ||
+ | When all the solutions are just round the bend | ||
+ | You're upholding ideas that you'd never defend | ||
+ | In the endless search you cannot comprehend | ||
+ | That there' | ||
+ | In worshipping trivial | ||
+ | Ego material | ||
+ | Cos music sells papers | ||
+ | Who sell you the feeling | ||
+ | As if it was missing | ||
+ | |||
+ | Yeah really, talk is cheap | ||
+ | Til you put it in print | ||
+ | Sing as you read | ||
+ | The words all fit | ||
+ | Now we're learning the words | ||
+ | Obscure or absurd | ||
+ | It makes no difference | ||
+ | It never gets heard | ||
+ | No it never gets ' | ||
+ | But you really want to win | ||
+ | When there' | ||
+ | You say 'look at me!' | ||
+ | And it works! Yes it works! | ||
+ | Cos talk is cheap | ||
+ | But shouting is free! | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Face Off ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Lots of them | ||
+ | You know there' | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | Everyday changes my mind like the seasons | ||
+ | I'm asking for answers | ||
+ | I'm looking in mirrors | ||
+ | Ripples in rivers | ||
+ | Face just drifting away, away | ||
+ | |||
+ | Where' | ||
+ | Yes and no are neither good enough | ||
+ | Gimme some of that, gimme some of that, gimme some of that, spontaneity stuff | ||
+ | |||
+ | Blink before you think too hard | ||
+ | Saw your smile in a passing car | ||
+ | |||
+ | Borrowed your pen | ||
+ | I wanna write like you do again and again and again and again | ||
+ | Riots in the uniform of peace | ||
+ | Coupla big ones up your sleeve | ||
+ | |||
+ | Ten to nine and it's shut down the factory | ||
+ | Pull up the floorboards and build a bonfire | ||
+ | Having a party in your head | ||
+ | Sniff this greezer! And go to bed! | ||
+ | |||
+ | Turned off the light | ||
+ | Stayed up all night | ||
+ | Blown to bits! | ||
+ | Shrivelled up opened out and exploded | ||
+ | Where he usually sits | ||
+ | |||
+ | Go to it youth | ||
+ | Discover the truth | ||
+ | Don't bottle it up | ||
+ | Cos it's 99% proof | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Youth ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | No no it's not how old you are | ||
+ | Not the blushing brides and the propped up bar | ||
+ | After the bells have rung | ||
+ | And the next perspective has begun | ||
+ | |||
+ | Not the corner of some foreign field | ||
+ | Not the name engraved on stainless steel | ||
+ | Not the thank you note for inventing the wheel | ||
+ | But an innocence dressed in knowing too much | ||
+ | Never scared to theorise but half scared to touch | ||
+ | But rejecting the world that made it such | ||
+ | |||
+ | Oh to be as youthful as I am | ||
+ | Oh to be as manic as you are | ||
+ | Oh to be as worried in our happiness | ||
+ | But never will we be so near | ||
+ | Yet look so far | ||
+ | Be so near | ||
+ | Yet look so far (x2) | ||
+ | |||
+ | Beyond the social attitudes | ||
+ | That narrow the path and distort the view | ||
+ | Complacency defies energy | ||
+ | And the other way round | ||
+ | |||
+ | We grow as fast as time is slow (x3) | ||
+ | Enough to keep our head to the ground | ||
+ | For youthfulness is a louder sound | ||
+ | Than age - that turning of the page - can make | ||
+ | A forced resemblance of getting old | ||
+ | Left the majority feeling cold | ||
+ | Forgot that energy never gets old | ||
+ | We grow with what we'll always know | ||
+ | And feel the sense of experience | ||
+ | Experience - Youth, youth (x2) | ||
+ | Experience - Youth | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Flesh And Blood ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | If animals are animals | ||
+ | And animals have brains | ||
+ | We are no more than cannibals | ||
+ | Who refuse to feel the pain | ||
+ | |||
+ | The meat you eat is wrapped up neat | ||
+ | You didn't see it bleed... | ||
+ | And what you kill does not fulfil | ||
+ | Your dietary needs | ||
+ | |||
+ | Take a look from this direction | ||
+ | And save yourself the indigestion | ||
+ | Our guts are geared to vegatation | ||
+ | And it's healthier as well | ||
+ | |||
+ | Open your eyes and face the facts | ||
+ | Meat cost a lot, it gives you heart attacks | ||
+ | A now lot of people think (wrongly) vegetation lacks | ||
+ | In vitamin B12... vitamin B12... | ||
+ | If you really think that's gonna make you ill | ||
+ | Then buy a bottle of vitamin pills! | ||
+ | |||
+ | You could be more healthy | ||
+ | Maybe it doesn' | ||
+ | But can your conscience bear the strain | ||
+ | Of all the pain that makes your food? | ||
+ | |||
+ | You could feed a lot of needy people | ||
+ | With the grain they feed to cows | ||
+ | But can you comprehend these end results | ||
+ | Or can you not allow | ||
+ | Yourself to break the old tradition? | ||
+ | False conception of nutrition | ||
+ | |||
+ | Well they all eat meat on the television | ||
+ | Except those little starving children | ||
+ | Would you ever eat the meat | ||
+ | From another humain being? | ||
+ | Flesh and blood | ||
+ | Is animal | ||
+ | Is you and me | ||
+ | Animal is suffering | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Get Off The Phone ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Someone phoned and said " | ||
+ | And for about, well hum, I dunno | ||
+ | A few split seconds I thought "Oh no" | ||
+ | "I know that voice" | ||
+ | "Uh yes?" Who could it be? | ||
+ | |||
+ | Of course it turned out | ||
+ | There was no room for doubt | ||
+ | It was you all along | ||
+ | It's just that your voice | ||
+ | Was coverded in noise | ||
+ | That didn't belong | ||
+ | |||
+ | You said " | ||
+ | I got something to say. | ||
+ | The police came around | ||
+ | About ten minutes ago | ||
+ | They got my address book | ||
+ | And you aught to know, | ||
+ | They we're asking weird questions | ||
+ | About what I believe | ||
+ | And reading my fanzines | ||
+ | And your record sleeves." | ||
+ | |||
+ | I said "Get off the phone | ||
+ | I don't think we're alone, | ||
+ | I keep hearing these noises | ||
+ | They' | ||
+ | They' | ||
+ | And now they' | ||
+ | They' | ||
+ | If they get enough time. | ||
+ | If you've done nothing wrong | ||
+ | They' | ||
+ | They' | ||
+ | Cos you went out of line. | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | Unless it's forward or back | ||
+ | And you can't speak your mind | ||
+ | Cos your phone' | ||
+ | But we know all these things | ||
+ | So we have to react. | ||
+ | They' | ||
+ | It's blatent attack, | ||
+ | They take all our freedom | ||
+ | And give nothing back. | ||
+ | They take all our freedom | ||
+ | ???" | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Experiment Earth ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | A zillion miles into the space | ||
+ | Is a very very very big telescopic lens | ||
+ | Someone labelled ' | ||
+ | Checking out experimental women and men | ||
+ | |||
+ | Several million years ago | ||
+ | They planted human beings on a planet called earth | ||
+ | And Sent a few biologists to make sure we would grow | ||
+ | Who ended up in Spielberg films, or crucified, or worse | ||
+ | |||
+ | Lost and lost of time went past | ||
+ | Til what we know as ' | ||
+ | Technology ran the human race | ||
+ | The humans finished last | ||
+ | They were spending less on medicine and more and more on bombs | ||
+ | |||
+ | The layers in the atmosphere were open wide | ||
+ | And no-one out in outer space liked what they saw inside | ||
+ | Animals in slavery where forests used to be | ||
+ | Starving people eating hamburgers and catching hearth disease | ||
+ | |||
+ | What to do with the toxic waste? | ||
+ | The ocean floor is filling up and those drums rust away | ||
+ | "We could try dumping all this rubbish in outer space" | ||
+ | But the aliens were listening to everything we say | ||
+ | |||
+ | A zillion miles into outer space | ||
+ | Is a very very very big telescopic lens | ||
+ | And when an alien experiment starts messing up the place | ||
+ | It is left to self-destruction, | ||
+ | Clear the mess! | ||
+ | Start again! | ||
+ | Experiment earth (x2) | ||
+ | Clear the mess! | ||
+ | Start again! | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== How To Write Ultimate Protest Songs ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | You have to use your imagination | ||
+ | To get across the situation | ||
+ | You can simplify or overstate | ||
+ | To make it easier to relate | ||
+ | You can go right over the top | ||
+ | With a list of things you want to stop | ||
+ | Or you can concentrate on just one wrong | ||
+ | And make it easier to sing along | ||
+ | |||
+ | But if you say "I don't like this" | ||
+ | (Or that or the other in a big long list) | ||
+ | Then people write you off as a pessimist | ||
+ | Providing no alternatives | ||
+ | Or if you decide to simplify | ||
+ | And use four-letter words and spit in the sky | ||
+ | Then they' | ||
+ | To understand the reasons why | ||
+ | |||
+ | So perhaps the only way to make clear | ||
+ | The views you'd like everyone to hear | ||
+ | Is by taking a piece of everyday life | ||
+ | And looking at it closer in a different light | ||
+ | Let's take an example - the way we eat | ||
+ | Sat at the table and it's all so neat | ||
+ | Now you can understand that cos that's 'how it's done' | ||
+ | And it's probably happened to everyone | ||
+ | |||
+ | Having caught the attention you now decide | ||
+ | How far to push your thoughts outside | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | The hunger of the old man whose cash ran out | ||
+ | The money made by corporations | ||
+ | Selling bombs not food to starving nations | ||
+ | You see there' | ||
+ | Depending how far you wanna stretch imaginations | ||
+ | |||
+ | Insert a little optimism now and then | ||
+ | Before complaining becomes a trend | ||
+ | Repetition defeats the point in the end | ||
+ | It numbs imagination til it can't comprehend | ||
+ | So walk the line between humour and gloom | ||
+ | Amongst the debris there' | ||
+ | To keep your mentality going strong | ||
+ | And create some ultimate protest songs | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Charity ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | As the Charity Department at the Treasury | ||
+ | Dispenses licenses so you can do one too | ||
+ | The etheopians are running out of weaponry | ||
+ | So their leaders stock it up instead of food | ||
+ | And charity begins at home | ||
+ | So get out on the streets | ||
+ | And help the refugees | ||
+ | |||
+ | And the manager of E.M.I. technology | ||
+ | Seems reluctant to discuss his business deals | ||
+ | Cos the weapon sales are paying for his meals | ||
+ | He'll go to withering heights | ||
+ | To keep it out of sight | ||
+ | |||
+ | Profit! Weaponry doesn' | ||
+ | It's a hit! McCartney' | ||
+ | guns | ||
+ | |||
+ | Wembley Stadium forever on the video | ||
+ | And a million spent to raise that sixty more | ||
+ | Nothing ever quite as big as this before | ||
+ | And it broke our hearts | ||
+ | As it topped the charts | ||
+ | |||
+ | But when the overkill exploited the reality | ||
+ | We forgot the facts and revelled in the noise | ||
+ | We didn't see that while we had the voice | ||
+ | Companies and laws were pulling vocal chords | ||
+ | |||
+ | If the western world was less obsessed with proprety | ||
+ | And the need to keep it safe with threats of war | ||
+ | Then the third world wouldn' | ||
+ | That we're supplying at a cost they can't afford | ||
+ | So we buy up all their crops and grain | ||
+ | And sell it back again | ||
+ | When there ain't no rain | ||
+ | And have a big campaign | ||
+ | Using famous names | ||
+ | And as the penny drops | ||
+ | Into the Oxfam box | ||
+ | Take off the V.A.T. | ||
+ | Then call it charity | ||
+ | |||
+ | And the public think the government is wonderful | ||
+ | For promoting our assistance to the poor | ||
+ | But their profits are a whole lot more | ||
+ | They create the need to feed the refugees | ||
+ | And delegate the guilty feeling to the public eye | ||
+ | Via pictures of starvation on T.V. | ||
+ | And get the public conscience back out on the streets | ||
+ | With the empty tins | ||
+ | And little flags on pins | ||
+ | Lets call it charity (x2) | ||
+ | Make it pay! | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Habit ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | I wake up every morning and think, " | ||
+ | I That takes this repetition and throws it all away" | ||
+ | I stumble to the toilet then the kitchen for some food | ||
+ | I cannot do without it but it's what I always do | ||
+ | |||
+ | Here's the next door neighbour discarding his T.V. | ||
+ | No more life in two dimensions | ||
+ | Less then two weeks later his face is like a screen | ||
+ | And now he's got a bigger one - Habit retention | ||
+ | |||
+ | It's a habit | ||
+ | Well I had it | ||
+ | And then I lost it | ||
+ | And now I want it back again | ||
+ | |||
+ | Manning the machinery and dreaming of the day | ||
+ | He'll get to see some scenery and have a holiday | ||
+ | And now he's won the lottery, he'll never work again | ||
+ | Unless of course they ask him back, the cycle never ends | ||
+ | |||
+ | It's a habit | ||
+ | Well I had it | ||
+ | And then I lost it | ||
+ | And now I want it back again | ||
+ | |||
+ | There' | ||
+ | Always rushing to get back there | ||
+ | Home is where the car is parked and then it's off again | ||
+ | The fear of immobility? But you're just sat there! | ||
+ | |||
+ | I want to throw it all away (x4) | ||
+ | And now I want it back again | ||
+ | Now he wants it back again | ||
+ | You can't have it back again, no no no | ||
+ | |||
+ | Habit is invisible until it falls apart | ||
+ | Left clutching for security and groping in the dark | ||
+ | What do we relying on so much that we get bored | ||
+ | With having it, but losing it will make us need it more? | ||
+ | I'm gonna throw it all away | ||
+ | I'm gonna do something today | ||
+ | Something that I haven' | ||
+ | Could be almost anything | ||
+ | I don't want to make a habit of it | ||
+ | |||
+ | It's a habit | ||
+ | Well I had it | ||
+ | And then I lost it | ||
+ | And now I want it back again | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Phone In Sick | ||
+ | ==== | ||
+ | Queuing up for jobs that we don't want & demean us | ||
+ | Wanna be a shop assistant? Lavatory cleaner? | ||
+ | Spent a bomb on uniforms to justify low wages | ||
+ | Qualify by turning up and having smiley faces | ||
+ | By the way your appearance isn't what we call supportive | ||
+ | Put your image up for sale, the corporation bought it | ||
+ | Just do what we tell you to and keep the job forever | ||
+ | At least until we sack you cos computers do it better | ||
+ | |||
+ | Woke up with a job one day and didn't wanna work no more | ||
+ | Get a life before it's too late | ||
+ | Phone in sick of it all (x2) | ||
+ | |||
+ | When the only thing that jobs entail is endless repetion | ||
+ | Stacking up & pulling down & making no decisions | ||
+ | It's time to re-evaluate your actual position | ||
+ | How fast does an opportunity become a prison? | ||
+ | All our creativity is waiting to be used | ||
+ | If it's not what you're working with, find better things to do | ||
+ | Work & play should be combined together, make it fun! | ||
+ | Don't waste your life regretting it, it's, it's the only one | ||
+ | Yeah! Yeah! | ||
+ | |||
+ | Woke up with a job one day and didn't wanna work no more | ||
+ | Get a life before it's too late | ||
+ | Phone in sick of it all | ||
+ | Phone in sick of it | ||
+ | |||
+ | I didn't go to work today | ||
+ | I don't think I'll go in tomorrow | ||
+ | No way! | ||
+ | |||
+ | Phone in | ||
+ | Sick of it all - Sick of it all | ||
+ | (x3) | ||
+ | Phone in sick of it | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Overheard ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Pubtime: men sat around the table | ||
+ | Talking about, but equally unable | ||
+ | To talk to women: hard to relate | ||
+ | When all linked up to potential mates | ||
+ | Male style - owzitgoin? - great! - | ||
+ | Delinquency... the more pissed you seem | ||
+ | The better the realtion, the easier the dream | ||
+ | |||
+ | For about half an hour and then | ||
+ | Closing time, drifting off again | ||
+ | With the lights & the mind gone dim | ||
+ | Overheard? It wasn't me | ||
+ | You overheard, no it couldn' | ||
+ | Overheard? It wasn't me, it was him! It was him! It was him! | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== It wasn't me, it was him! ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Excusing the fundamental abuse of women | ||
+ | Seen as weaker by tradition | ||
+ | And the overuse of stereotypes - Both women & men | ||
+ | It was like this before | ||
+ | So it happens again | ||
+ | It used to happen next door | ||
+ | But it's so "us & them" these days... | ||
+ | What could I say? | ||
+ | |||
+ | Not daring to argue, playing the game | ||
+ | Trying to laugh but feeling ashamed | ||
+ | When I did, I think you felt the same | ||
+ | Sat round the table keeping the lid | ||
+ | Down tight, unable to look into their eyes | ||
+ | And say " | ||
+ | |||
+ | Cos you make a quick exit or you get a fight | ||
+ | We're so afraid of not making friends | ||
+ | With what we laughingly call "our fellow men" | ||
+ | That we excuse our silence and waste our minds | ||
+ | By saying nothing that betrays the lie | ||
+ | And explodes the myth | ||
+ | That women get on with it and men get pissed | ||
+ | Women get on with it and men get pissed | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== I Had To Guess ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | I had to guess | ||
+ | Whether happiness | ||
+ | Was having more | ||
+ | Or needing less | ||
+ | I couldn' | ||
+ | Then I got depressed | ||
+ | |||
+ | Then I had to guess | ||
+ | Whether being depressed | ||
+ | Was needing more | ||
+ | Or having less | ||
+ | I couldn' | ||
+ | So I gave it a rest | ||
+ | |||
+ | Then I had to guess | ||
+ | Whether giving it a rest | ||
+ | Was making it worse | ||
+ | Or keeping it best | ||
+ | I couldn' | ||
+ | So I got undressed | ||
+ | Put my head on the pillow | ||
+ | And thought "What a mess" | ||
+ | |||
+ | We could go on forever | ||
+ | Searching like this | ||
+ | For answers to questions | ||
+ | That do not exist | ||
+ | |||
+ | When I woke in the morning | ||
+ | There was something amiss | ||
+ | What state was I in | ||
+ | Before writing all this? | ||
+ | I was happy! That's it! | ||
+ | Before I started to guess | ||
+ | About the levels of feeling | ||
+ | That run through my head | ||
+ | |||
+ | It's best to just do things | ||
+ | And see how it goes | ||
+ | For no-one can tell you | ||
+ | What nobody knows | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Over The Fence ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Can't stop this constant nod | ||
+ | Just met two peas from the nextdoor pod | ||
+ | Seems like making a brand new friend | ||
+ | But all this shaking never ends | ||
+ | |||
+ | Invitations to join in things | ||
+ | I haven' | ||
+ | Photos from places I still haven' | ||
+ | Postponing & phoning faces unseen | ||
+ | |||
+ | Slightly nervous... | ||
+ | Thinking backwards... | ||
+ | Up & over it! | ||
+ | |||
+ | Someone else's experience | ||
+ | Someone else is over the fence | ||
+ | No more blank comparison sketch | ||
+ | No more false impressions left | ||
+ | |||
+ | Had to go... | ||
+ | Things to do, you know how it is... | ||
+ | It went from this to further over and back again | ||
+ | Always make it back again | ||
+ | Further over and back again | ||
+ | Always make it back again | ||
+ | (x2) | ||
+ | |||
+ | Back again | ||
+ | Didn't you & me met in somewhere before - Back again | ||
+ | Haven' | ||
+ | Haven' | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Revolution ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | When 'the people' | ||
+ | Is the stuff of science fiction | ||
+ | Then the sense of evolution is deranged | ||
+ | Into thinking your solution | ||
+ | Is the easy contradiction | ||
+ | To the way you had the problem re-arranged | ||
+ | Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! | ||
+ | |||
+ | No! No! No! No! No! - I don't think so! (x2) | ||
+ | No! No! No! No! No! | ||
+ | |||
+ | It's obvious to me | ||
+ | But can't you blinkered visionaries | ||
+ | All comprehend how unrealistic it must be? | ||
+ | To alter all the problems | ||
+ | Til the facts are all forgotten | ||
+ | And solutions blowout on the morning breeze | ||
+ | Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! | ||
+ | |||
+ | No! No! No! No! No! - I don't think so! (x2) | ||
+ | No! No! No! No! No! - Where' | ||
+ | No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! | ||
+ | |||
+ | When will you come to realise | ||
+ | The more you tend to theorise | ||
+ | The actuality of life recedes? | ||
+ | And the daily devastation | ||
+ | - Maybe daily revelation - | ||
+ | Is forgotten in the future you conceive | ||
+ | |||
+ | So any people' | ||
+ | Is not down to your conclusions | ||
+ | Concerning how we change to suit your needs | ||
+ | For if everyone is what they are | ||
+ | Change can only go as far | ||
+ | As people want to change their destiny | ||
+ | |||
+ | No! No! No! No! No! | ||
+ | No! No! No! No! No! - I don't think so! (x2) | ||
+ | No! No! No! No! No! - Where' | ||
+ | No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Out Of Control ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | I used to smile at the camera | ||
+ | But now it,s on every corner | ||
+ | And everyone is staring | ||
+ | Ignorant or tired or caring | ||
+ | Or just completely used to feeling | ||
+ | Watched all the time | ||
+ | Or holding back a sense of freedom | ||
+ | That comes out late at night | ||
+ | |||
+ | It's out of control | ||
+ | |||
+ | Orwell' | ||
+ | Ended up a near prediction | ||
+ | Smug the rebel' | ||
+ | 'We saw it before it saw us' | ||
+ | Flick the page to a few years later | ||
+ | The novelty is out of date - a | ||
+ | Problem redefined has gone | ||
+ | Now we're told it's what we wanted | ||
+ | |||
+ | It's out of control (x3) | ||
+ | |||
+ | Now everyone' | ||
+ | And everyone' | ||
+ | Here's a random factor | ||
+ | Someone took away the screen | ||
+ | E-motion pictures in 3-D | ||
+ | Beyond control the human being | ||
+ | Is freer than the one projected | ||
+ | |||
+ | Being watched to keep control | ||
+ | Of ' | ||
+ | Another such is ' | ||
+ | Follow where the message takes us | ||
+ | Either down the path to silence | ||
+ | Where no-one says more than they' | ||
+ | Or to the realisation | ||
+ | Our containment needs permission | ||
+ | |||
+ | Our acceptance paves the way | ||
+ | That makes it worse when we get old | ||
+ | Grandad had so much to say | ||
+ | But all his anger had gone cold | ||
+ | |||
+ | Tried & tested, failed suppressed | ||
+ | Then new technology invested | ||
+ | Here's the future human being | ||
+ | Silent, nervous, dead or screaming | ||
+ | |||
+ | No! It's out of control! | ||
+ | No! No! It's out of control! (x7) | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Picture This (The Invention Of Television) ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Well they said it couldn' | ||
+ | But they always had it in mind | ||
+ | A picture machine! Like a radio | ||
+ | But a three-dimensional kind | ||
+ | Seeing what words could only say | ||
+ | Extending the views so far away | ||
+ | So much to see, so much to show | ||
+ | Let's see how far this thing can go | ||
+ | |||
+ | What's on T.V.? (x4) | ||
+ | |||
+ | Well they said it shouldn' | ||
+ | But they always had it in mind | ||
+ | Charging a fee for the quality | ||
+ | And a bigger one to advertise | ||
+ | Too many viewpoints go unheard | ||
+ | When money talks so undisturbed | ||
+ | Here's the market - Fill the blanks | ||
+ | For exploitation we say thanks | ||
+ | |||
+ | What's on T.V.? - Fuck you! (x2) | ||
+ | What's on T.V.? (x2) | ||
+ | |||
+ | Well they said it couldn' | ||
+ | But they plugged into our minds | ||
+ | A one-way delivery feeding tube | ||
+ | Of reality simplified | ||
+ | Now our thoughts are in mass production | ||
+ | Our nerves de-densitized | ||
+ | This apex of invention | ||
+ | Has replaced our ears & eyes | ||
+ | |||
+ | Well I'd rather sing songs about nature | ||
+ | Being happy or having fun | ||
+ | But I asked at the desk when I got here | ||
+ | And they said it couldn' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Too much T.V.! (x4) | ||
+ | |||
+ | More at ease with songs against T.V. | ||
+ | That's something we all know about | ||
+ | And we'd rather get off on the hatred | ||
+ | Than imagine the living without | ||
+ | I been watching too much telly | ||
+ | Almost turned my brain to jelly | ||
+ | Now I'm playing my cassettes | ||
+ | Get back to the music before you forget! | ||
+ | Before you forget! (x4) | ||
+ | |||
+ | Turn it off! | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Internal Release ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Sat round a table, "What do you do?" | ||
+ | I put my neuroses on public view | ||
+ | Everyone sat round something to say | ||
+ | But contracting it all into "Have a nice day?" | ||
+ | Oh! - When I said "Well no not really" | ||
+ | Oh! - Aiming to let go of a lonely feeling | ||
+ | |||
+ | I sensed a tension unexpected | ||
+ | Normal question got redirected | ||
+ | Didn't it? You know I was taught | ||
+ | That's what friends are really for | ||
+ | |||
+ | This is a cry for communication | ||
+ | This is a sample of alienation | ||
+ | |||
+ | So I looked up from starting what may never ends | ||
+ | To see you looking for another friend | ||
+ | Are all your acquaintances so happy inside | ||
+ | Simplistic answers are the only replies | ||
+ | You get? And so it goes on | ||
+ | If everyone' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Needing to know that surrounded by plastic | ||
+ | Transient values & rapid-fire thrills | ||
+ | Internal release need not be so drastic | ||
+ | Create perceptions that none of us feel, fell, none of us feel | ||
+ | |||
+ | This is a cry for communication | ||
+ | This is a sample of alienation | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Autographs ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | After the gig and keen to share | ||
+ | The end result of feeling aware | ||
+ | But it's autographs that you want me to sign | ||
+ | I write my name but it's not even mine... | ||
+ | |||
+ | It's yours, hang it up on your wall | ||
+ | I hope you get over it, do a bit more | ||
+ | Cos playing the game is the game itself | ||
+ | Where all you get told is all you can tell | ||
+ | |||
+ | Labels define, and their opposition | ||
+ | Defines as well, puts you in a position | ||
+ | Label it ' | ||
+ | A token cog in the music machine | ||
+ | |||
+ | It's always easier to follow the leader | ||
+ | Lowest common denominator | ||
+ | All dressed up as a motivator | ||
+ | Fuck the system? Yeah, see you later! See you later! | ||
+ | |||
+ | Fuck the system! Time four | ||
+ | Seems like we heard it all before | ||
+ | Several years back we all got a clue | ||
+ | Resistance fed what we said we'd do | ||
+ | |||
+ | Now several years on it's like it all belongs | ||
+ | To the history books - well that's how it looks | ||
+ | The regeneration of the blank generation | ||
+ | Forgetfulness, | ||
+ | |||
+ | It's always easier to follow the leader | ||
+ | Lowest common denominator | ||
+ | All dressed up as a motivator | ||
+ | Fuck the system? Yeah, see you later! Yeah, see you later! | ||
+ | |||
+ | A regeneration of the blank generation (x3) | ||
+ | Regeneration of the blank generation | ||
+ | |||
+ | Rebellion into fashion | ||
+ | And fashion creates names | ||
+ | To be signed on bits of paper | ||
+ | It's all part of the game | ||
+ | A continuance of the process | ||
+ | All you want is autographs | ||
+ | Where has all the meaning gone? | ||
+ | Why do I have to ask? | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Back To Zero | ||
+ | ==== | ||
+ | Had a friend he would spend all his time going mad | ||
+ | You never heard more absurd, his new versions of 'crazy horses' | ||
+ | Finger to the head, everybody said he was cracked | ||
+ | And he was out there, but somehow he always came back | ||
+ | Back to zero | ||
+ | Then he got put away up to the hospital | ||
+ | Back to zero | ||
+ | They let him out - Now he's got nothing to say | ||
+ | |||
+ | The lesson learnt was to never return to that place | ||
+ | Creating fear with control of your character on prescription | ||
+ | Now he smiles like his files are being held to his face | ||
+ | If he did resist a bit it wouldn' | ||
+ | Back to zero | ||
+ | He plays it safe but feels deranged | ||
+ | Back to zero | ||
+ | Just waiting for the call - We're taking all you know away | ||
+ | |||
+ | They call you mad, feed you drugs, say you're cured and you're free | ||
+ | To keep in line with the threat they can do as they please | ||
+ | Scapegoats for the rest of us until we sus it's all you & me | ||
+ | In and out of institutions, | ||
+ | Lies they sell you | ||
+ | Make you doubt your sanity | ||
+ | But when they tell you | ||
+ | You must come back where you've just been | ||
+ | You'll have no chance to tell them | ||
+ | "No! I'm O.K. now!" | ||
+ | Back to zero | ||
+ | |||
+ | "No! I'm O.K. now!" | ||
+ | Back to zero (x3) | ||
+ | (x2) | ||
+ | "No! I'm O.K. now!" | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Choice Of Viewing ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Your poison is my antidote | ||
+ | What keeps you down keeps me afloat | ||
+ | Perceiving, as you believe in it | ||
+ | That media shapes were never meant to fit | ||
+ | The holes you create to fit them in | ||
+ | But you adjust and the fiction wins, again | ||
+ | |||
+ | The pictures from the T.V. screen | ||
+ | Contain a lot more then what it really seems | ||
+ | But to be there seeing it all for real | ||
+ | Is it too much to contemplate? | ||
+ | |||
+ | Cast the image, it is all, until it disappears | ||
+ | To be instantly replaced | ||
+ | |||
+ | What do we do with the information? | ||
+ | Who selects your choice of viewing? | ||
+ | Why don't we lose the hesitation | ||
+ | That keeps us looking instead of doing? | ||
+ | |||
+ | The first thing to do and now not later | ||
+ | Quit the position of mere spectator | ||
+ | Be your own motivator | ||
+ | Look to the inside, be the creator | ||
+ | Now not later! | ||
+ | |||
+ | Not for others to blindly follow | ||
+ | - See how the influence works - | ||
+ | But to give you a space that isn't so hollow | ||
+ | Where no-one but you has the words | ||
+ | And the pictures to fit what you're saying | ||
+ | From what only you have thought out | ||
+ | When the media form your opinion | ||
+ | You forget what real life's about | ||
+ | |||
+ | What do we do with the information? | ||
+ | Who selects your choice of viewing? | ||
+ | Why don't we lose the hesitation | ||
+ | That keeps us looking instead of doing? | ||
+ | |||
+ | It's your life, what are you doing? (x3) | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Lose The Instructions | ||
+ | |||
+ | Get mad as loud as possible! | ||
+ | Lose the instructions, | ||
+ | Everyone does it when they' | ||
+ | Nobody hears so no image gets blown | ||
+ | Every intention scared of the critic | ||
+ | It's never enough being called ' | ||
+ | Sometimes anger starts to invade | ||
+ | The outside image we're given to play | ||
+ | |||
+ | Sometimes thoughts can't replace intuition | ||
+ | Taking too long reaching no decision | ||
+ | Are you creating or folding under? | ||
+ | I heard you scream, it sounded like thunder | ||
+ | But hollowed out amidst the fashion | ||
+ | All the scorn without the passion | ||
+ | Here's the original, here's the reaction | ||
+ | All laid out - Smug satisfaction | ||
+ | |||
+ | No! It's all pre-arranged | ||
+ | Someone did it once so we do it again | ||
+ | Routine monotony kills us all | ||
+ | So lets get unpredictable! | ||
+ | |||
+ | Yah! | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Somewhere To Go ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | I hear the sound of bells & sirens | ||
+ | Wired alarmed & face to face | ||
+ | Intruded in exclusion zone | ||
+ | Looking for a sleeping place | ||
+ | Locks & clocks & iron bars | ||
+ | Barking dogs, securicars | ||
+ | Electric lights & concrete grass | ||
+ | Getting scared to even ask | ||
+ | |||
+ | Somewhere to go - Without being arrested | ||
+ | Somewhere to go - Without being scared | ||
+ | Somewhere to go - Without being questioned | ||
+ | Somewhere to go - Where somebody cares | ||
+ | |||
+ | Put on screen to serve the public | ||
+ | Here's the problem now drop the subject | ||
+ | Asked some questions unrequested | ||
+ | Next day quietly arrested | ||
+ | A token trials to stop the rumours | ||
+ | Hordes of desperate non-consumers | ||
+ | In a rush to beat the systematic | ||
+ | Silencing of their existence | ||
+ | |||
+ | Somewhere to go - Without being arrested | ||
+ | Somewhere to go - Without being scared | ||
+ | Somewhere to go - Without being questioned | ||
+ | Somewhere to go - Where somebody cares | ||
+ | |||
+ | And they bought in all their cameras | ||
+ | And they made a film about us | ||
+ | About my friends and all their problems | ||
+ | And now we're on the television | ||
+ | |||
+ | They made a documentary | ||
+ | Showed it late night on T.V. | ||
+ | Raising audience figures | ||
+ | For the regular advertisers | ||
+ | The public conscience shivered | ||
+ | Then turned the T.V. over | ||
+ | This is homelessness delivered | ||
+ | Too close to home | ||
+ | |||
+ | Somewhere to go - Without being arrested | ||
+ | Somewhere to go - Without being scared | ||
+ | Somewhere to go - Without being questioned | ||
+ | Somewhere to go - Where somebody cares | ||
+ | Somewhere to go - Somewhere to go (x4) | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Shrink The Distance ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | If we're gonna say O.K. | ||
+ | To submission at the border | ||
+ | Who if anyone will say | ||
+ | "I don't believe in law & order"? | ||
+ | All the thoughts of alienation | ||
+ | Feeling guilt through association | ||
+ | Appearance altered fit the plan | ||
+ | Making it as easy as we can | ||
+ | |||
+ | All you got is regulation | ||
+ | All I got is inspiration | ||
+ | All I get is your resistance | ||
+ | I just wanna shrink the distance | ||
+ | |||
+ | Welcome? Hardly - Face the flag | ||
+ | Total strangers rape my bag | ||
+ | I had no room to pack the bomb | ||
+ | Where do you think I'm coming from? | ||
+ | Oh! Travel broadens the mind | ||
+ | And here's the threat to human kind | ||
+ | If you go so far you leave behind | ||
+ | All the notions in your mind | ||
+ | |||
+ | All you got is regulation | ||
+ | All I got is inspiration | ||
+ | All I get is your resistance | ||
+ | I just wanna shrink the distance | ||
+ | |||
+ | Freedom comes in losing stability | ||
+ | So-called ' | ||
+ | To cope with unknown situations | ||
+ | Soon destroys the notion of nations | ||
+ | |||
+ | But I just want to see the planet before I die | ||
+ | How can it be so hard to cross this borderline | ||
+ | Between what's yours - between what's yours - and what is mine? | ||
+ | I just want to see the planet | ||
+ | Before I die | ||
+ | |||
+ | Seperate lands it's all possession | ||
+ | Guarded with some warped obsession | ||
+ | Of control - You wanna come in? | ||
+ | It all depends on where you've been | ||
+ | I'm sick of doing what I'm told | ||
+ | Stay at home, grow up, feel old | ||
+ | Feeling young is not quite knowing | ||
+ | - Until you've gone - Just where you're going | ||
+ | |||
+ | All you got is regulation | ||
+ | All I got is inspiration | ||
+ | All I get is your resistance | ||
+ | I just wanna shrink the distance | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Will Swap ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | If I want a bargain, I avoid the high street shops | ||
+ | I check the local papers to see who needs what I've got | ||
+ | And who has what I can't afford when I can't afford a lot | ||
+ | Someone else in this position, O.K. let's do a swap! | ||
+ | |||
+ | Will swap. What have you got? | ||
+ | Ain't got no money - Don't own it, can't loan it | ||
+ | Ain't got no credit - Won't get it, yeah, forget it | ||
+ | Will swap this poverty for all the things I need | ||
+ | |||
+ | Things you've never seen before are left outside to rot | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | Surplus raw materials are shelves & building blocks | ||
+ | If you don't want it, someone will, why not do a swap? | ||
+ | |||
+ | Will swap. What have you got? | ||
+ | Ain't got no money - Don't own it, can't loan it | ||
+ | Ain't got no credit - Won't get it, yeah, forget it | ||
+ | Will swap this property for all I really need | ||
+ | |||
+ | Will swap. Homelessness for squats | ||
+ | Hunger for surplus tons of food | ||
+ | Anger for a reason, so few have got so much | ||
+ | With so many hopelessly demanding | ||
+ | "Will do anything" | ||
+ | |||
+ | So here's the barter syster on the pages at the back | ||
+ | Will swap commercial interest for a rummage in your sack | ||
+ | Will swap your c.c.t.v. for an unrecorded chat | ||
+ | We'll swap a few priorities and watch the wall street crash | ||
+ | |||
+ | Will swap. What have you got? | ||
+ | Ain't got no money - Don't own it, can't loan it | ||
+ | Ain't got no credit - Won't get it, yeah, forget it | ||
+ | Will swap this poverty for all I really need | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== P.C. Musical Chairs ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Everyone gets a seat, no-one gets left out | ||
+ | The desire to equalise is starting to numb us out | ||
+ | Blunting individuals looking far too wide | ||
+ | Beyond the need to understand that every single mind | ||
+ | Must know its own reflection, not one that's been supplied | ||
+ | With over-regulation we've nothing to decide | ||
+ | Nothing to decide | ||
+ | |||
+ | Without the risk of failure we've nothing to achieve | ||
+ | But when failure is the basis on which a brand new moral theme | ||
+ | Is set from past conceptions of an old morality | ||
+ | How far does doctrination make it seem like a repeat? | ||
+ | |||
+ | Invisible consensus | ||
+ | Value added facts | ||
+ | Standars shift without warning | ||
+ | Something started to crack | ||
+ | |||
+ | Hear it on the radio, see it on the screen | ||
+ | Read it in a paper, they tell me what it means | ||
+ | In terms of having heard it somewhere else before | ||
+ | But the media self-appointed, | ||
+ | |||
+ | To give us more illusions and this one, like disease | ||
+ | Has spread so well we find it hard to disbelieve | ||
+ | |||
+ | Political correctness? | ||
+ | After years of media politics the first one is no fun | ||
+ | ' | ||
+ | So don't tell me it's natural or previously in our minds | ||
+ | |||
+ | Anyone with a conscience | ||
+ | Knows what is right or wrong | ||
+ | They' | ||
+ | A reason to belong (x3) | ||
+ | A reason | ||
+ | |||
+ | P.C. is just a label not a statement of I.D. | ||
+ | Not a passport to be someone of some higher quality | ||
+ | When something says it for us and repeats it enough times | ||
+ | We believe we hear a chorus of other people' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Then we all become self-conscious | ||
+ | And lose the basic need | ||
+ | Of expressing our opinions | ||
+ | It's the root of being free | ||
+ | |||
+ | It's only by discussion of a difference that it's known | ||
+ | Learning by discerning who we meet and where we go | ||
+ | No-one sets morality; what you are is all your own! | ||
+ | P.C. obscures reality, what you reap is what you sow! | ||
+ | |||
+ | What you reap | ||
+ | Is what you sow! | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Next Big Thing ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Tremendous! Fab! The critics cried | ||
+ | As unpopular culture was opened wide | ||
+ | To show the world what wasn't hidden | ||
+ | But up til then had been forbidden | ||
+ | With more open eyes than open minds | ||
+ | The critics searched intent to find | ||
+ | The latest act on the borderline | ||
+ | Between being coarse & showing fine | ||
+ | An image brought to public view | ||
+ | That spurned the many to proclaim the few | ||
+ | Processed such that any threat | ||
+ | Was shown to be simple to forget | ||
+ | |||
+ | And for that falsehood, | ||
+ | To be seen to relishing what they'd mocked | ||
+ | Safe now the threat was public domain | ||
+ | All the old rebellion shown to be safe | ||
+ | Radical chic for the strong gone weak | ||
+ | Handed on a plate what they were too scared to seek | ||
+ | |||
+ | Dressed in non-conformity, | ||
+ | That seemed to promise freedom... but they couldn' | ||
+ | |||
+ | That through the hands of media | ||
+ | And all the ways they' | ||
+ | The content becomes less not more | ||
+ | Getting the result without knowing the score | ||
+ | Music has been raped & shed | ||
+ | Of all its power by the images fed | ||
+ | Beguiled by smiles presumed to be scorns | ||
+ | They bought the product and the cult was formed | ||
+ | |||
+ | Original music is always born | ||
+ | But the way its produced can make it look deformed | ||
+ | Pity for the rebel who faught so strong | ||
+ | To be put in the position where he didn't belong | ||
+ | But hoped beyond the vision he'd always had | ||
+ | That some kind of good could emerge from the bad | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Can't Be Bothered ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Queuing up for leaflets, 'How to get ahead' | ||
+ | Well, one man grumbles next to me " | ||
+ | But no-one tells me what I need, so it doesn' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Outside someone sweeps the road, I ask "Is it good pay?" | ||
+ | "Throw that leaflet in the bin and ask some other day. | ||
+ | I do my job to make ends meets, | ||
+ | Reasons they don't bother me." | ||
+ | |||
+ | In the line up by the sign that says 'Wait here until it comes' | ||
+ | Everyone' | ||
+ | The fare has just gone up again so the weather doesn' | ||
+ | |||
+ | The bus is late again. The driver smiles, he knows | ||
+ | The people who complain at him will thank him when they go | ||
+ | "Well, I get paid and they pay me, | ||
+ | So it doesn' | ||
+ | |||
+ | A kid walks down the pavement kicking stones & cans | ||
+ | His mother slaps him harder to make him understand | ||
+ | That "You can try to impress your friends | ||
+ | But it doesn' | ||
+ | |||
+ | And his friends are laughing loudly but they' | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | So they hang around in groups of ten pretending nothing bother them | ||
+ | |||
+ | A man slumped in the corner was talking A to Z | ||
+ | Where he'd been and what he'd done and why all his friends were dead | ||
+ | "I know I drink too much", said he | ||
+ | "But now it doesn' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Nothing bothered anyone as I wondered "Who am I | ||
+ | To be the only person who ever wonders why?" | ||
+ | And someone said I was in the way | ||
+ | "Does it bother you?", "No it's O.K." | ||
+ | "Does it really bother you?" | ||
+ | "No it's O.K." | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== 2000 And One ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Selling by numbers, hi-tech illusion | ||
+ | Look to a future and keep it clean | ||
+ | 2000 and one, ends of the century | ||
+ | Figuring out the advertising scheme | ||
+ | For toilet machinery, paper dispensers, kitchen appliances, razor blades, serial | ||
+ | comics without the humour | ||
+ | Buy now pay later, pre-arranged | ||
+ | |||
+ | 2000 years since whatever the panic was all about | ||
+ | Turn on the T.V., see the devout | ||
+ | Asking for money so they can help you out | ||
+ | |||
+ | It's almost as if we can stand & watch | ||
+ | Til the magic number lets us off somehow | ||
+ | |||
+ | We imagine a new beginning | ||
+ | Getting fat after all the thinning | ||
+ | Losing so much then suddenly winning | ||
+ | Meanwhile obscuring the chaos we live in | ||
+ | |||
+ | Fast rate technology | ||
+ | Plastic diversions | ||
+ | Wiping our conscience | ||
+ | On numerical versions | ||
+ | Of a future concieved | ||
+ | Too easily believed | ||
+ | Via numb repetition in a culture of ease | ||
+ | And convenience trash, we're so easy to please | ||
+ | Is nobody asking for more than this? | ||
+ | Don't wait too long, it won't always exist | ||
+ | |||
+ | 2000 and one (x3) | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Panic In The Supermarket ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | She got a basket | ||
+ | She gotta fill it | ||
+ | Picking up a can of beans | ||
+ | Imagining herself in a movie scene | ||
+ | A random fluctuation | ||
+ | Background music hesitation | ||
+ | Tape chewed up! It's panic station | ||
+ | Consumerist disintegration | ||
+ | |||
+ | "I won't buy this! | ||
+ | Cos I don't need it | ||
+ | I won't buy this! | ||
+ | I can't afford it | ||
+ | I can't stay in | ||
+ | But where' | ||
+ | Wide awake, it's automatic, panic in the supermarket | ||
+ | |||
+ | She got a ticket | ||
+ | But she can't use it | ||
+ | Offer ends in twenty minutes | ||
+ | No I.D. & needs to prove it | ||
+ | Cheque-out full of cheque card carriers | ||
+ | Barges through the human barrier | ||
+ | "Let me through, I'm in a hurry!" | ||
+ | Story detectives in a flurry | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | She hasn't bought it | ||
+ | Don't let her shout! | ||
+ | Just keep her quiet" | ||
+ | What happens now? | ||
+ | The price is riot | ||
+ | Someone pulls an automatic, panic in the supermarket | ||
+ | |||
+ | She got a bullet | ||
+ | With no name on it | ||
+ | It was generic | ||
+ | It hit her wallet | ||
+ | Got compensation | ||
+ | A month of credit | ||
+ | Someone fixed the tape machine to keep the shoppers in a dream | ||
+ | No-one recalled the shooting thing til they put it in a magazine | ||
+ | |||
+ | "You must buy this! | ||
+ | You won't believe it! | ||
+ | You can't resist! | ||
+ | Is how they feed it | ||
+ | Just one more thing | ||
+ | Top up your basket" | ||
+ | Impulse buy on automatic, Panic in the supermarket | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== " | ||
+ | |||
+ | In a state of mutual desperation | ||
+ | We declare our level of alienation | ||
+ | Any silent crowded situation | ||
+ | It felt so full of concentration | ||
+ | Never looking in that direction | ||
+ | Sat on the end of a private section of wood | ||
+ | The waiting room conversation | ||
+ | Still waiting to break the speculation | ||
+ | |||
+ | And the same thing' | ||
+ | People taking their solitude out of the rain | ||
+ | And into their houses to the same refrain | ||
+ | "Have a nice day dear?" " | ||
+ | |||
+ | Cos the dream of anything ever changing | ||
+ | Remains a nightmare of really stating what you feel | ||
+ | So you can carry on waiting for someone else to say they understand | ||
+ | But it will always go as someone else has planned | ||
+ | The capitulating silence gives them the upper hand | ||
+ | |||
+ | There' | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | And in this mass of silence there' | ||
+ | Would love to burst out laughing cos they' | ||
+ | But only if they knew for sure they' | ||
+ | Cos so often the reaction is as if you'd fired a gun | ||
+ | The shattering of silence | ||
+ | Is so often seen as violence | ||
+ | Just goes to show that fear of altered circumstance is rife | ||
+ | A fear imposed by those who say that rituals in life | ||
+ | Are needed to sustain the draining off of inspiration | ||
+ | So no-one ever dare complain about their situation | ||
+ | |||
+ | Imagine what the change could be | ||
+ | If what was thought so constantly was said | ||
+ | Not kept | ||
+ | Locked up | ||
+ | In all of our heads | ||
+ | Too many people thinking | ||
+ | " | ||
+ | "What if no-one else agrees?" | ||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | A nod & half a glance contain | ||
+ | The contents of a superbrain | ||
+ | For all we know or he could be insane | ||
+ | It's hard to tell cos he looks the same | ||
+ | And anyway, he didn't say his name | ||
+ | Not that anyone dared to ask | ||
+ | |||
+ | And all of us playing the waiting game | ||
+ | In a state of mutual desperation | ||
+ | No use saying "Oh! I can't complain." | ||
+ | You want to change the situation | ||
+ | Imagine what the change could be | ||
+ | If what was thought so constantly was said | ||
+ | Not kept locked up inside our heads | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Faster ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | One! Two! | ||
+ | |||
+ | Fast technology made a problem | ||
+ | And advertised its own solution | ||
+ | Buy the latest, speed it all up | ||
+ | And drive off into science-fiction | ||
+ | |||
+ | Longing for a new sensation | ||
+ | Found one at the intersection | ||
+ | Adverts smiling for attention | ||
+ | Missed the turning, blew the engine | ||
+ | |||
+ | Bought a new one fuelled the process | ||
+ | Link roads linking speed to progress | ||
+ | Got there faster, missed the views | ||
+ | Lost the meaning, blew a fuse | ||
+ | |||
+ | Bought a new one different shade | ||
+ | Of image on the screen displayed | ||
+ | In carparks at the service station | ||
+ | Home from home, disorientation | ||
+ | |||
+ | Crossed the point of no admission | ||
+ | Commuter terminal collapse | ||
+ | Someone pull the plug on this one | ||
+ | Before the wire runs out & snaps | ||
+ | |||
+ | (Bip! Bip! Get a spare one!) | ||
+ | |||
+ | Get a spare one! It's too late! | ||
+ | Half a headline in the paper | ||
+ | Someone drove too fast to mention | ||
+ | Here comes another edge to go over | ||
+ | |||
+ | Faster! Faster! (x2) | ||
+ | |||
+ | Up to date but running on empty | ||
+ | Knew the risk, forgot to check | ||
+ | Heard forgotten & repeated | ||
+ | Social scrapyard full of wrecks | ||
+ | |||
+ | Here's a new promotion tactic | ||
+ | Unplug that & plug in this one | ||
+ | He who hesitates is dated | ||
+ | And make the most of what we make it | ||
+ | |||
+ | Repeat, consume & undervalue | ||
+ | In the style of double bluff | ||
+ | You say you don't need it | ||
+ | But you can't get enough | ||
+ | |||
+ | Faster! (x12) Fast! STOP! | ||
+ | ==== | ||
+ | Refugees Go West ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | It's all-channel mindset in western world style between T.V. & work we all roam | ||
+ | |||
+ | While mad politicians cause wars & divisions in places a long way from home | ||
+ | Political powercrazy generals on hills are bombing the people they know | ||
+ | And making demands, claiming rights over land, til there ain't nowhere to go | ||
+ | |||
+ | "This is religion and so is this too and one of them therefore is wrong." | ||
+ | It's the same old excuse to support fascist views, "You may live here but you | ||
+ | don't belong." | ||
+ | Family gathered to see what was left on the borders of what was once home | ||
+ | The country next door said, " | ||
+ | soon have to go." | ||
+ | |||
+ | The phrase ' | ||
+ | |||
+ | When the last refugees have come out of the east how far will they have to go | ||
+ | west? | ||
+ | |||
+ | The refugees story gets left in a cold as we turn off the T.V. and go | ||
+ | Easy to ignore til it's at your front door then it's time to say " | ||
+ | " | ||
+ | Time to say " | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Backlash ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | They' | ||
+ | Away from the people who made them | ||
+ | Pointing the figures & fingers at those who have already found the solutions | ||
+ | |||
+ | The squatters who took themselves in | ||
+ | Reducing the homeless and using the homes | ||
+ | The travellers who said goodbye to it all, and hello to anyone else on that road | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | The kids are ramraiding their boredom | ||
+ | Reproducing themselves on T.V. | ||
+ | With no aims or future before them | ||
+ | The future got faster to see | ||
+ | |||
+ | They are the headline writers | ||
+ | They are the faces on the screens | ||
+ | They are the seekers of status | ||
+ | They are the words in a speech | ||
+ | |||
+ | Prepared for the total rejection | ||
+ | Of all that they say they can do | ||
+ | After the strikes & the backlash | ||
+ | The people will want something new | ||
+ | But instead of reversing the process | ||
+ | And listening out for ideas | ||
+ | They' | ||
+ | Untouched by their strirring up fear | ||
+ | |||
+ | And divert the anger & protest | ||
+ | Away from their actions in actions fictions | ||
+ | Denial or contradiction, | ||
+ | titles, mind games | ||
+ | Diverting the blame by diverting the problem | ||
+ | "Yes, but now look at this situation" | ||
+ | |||
+ | Here we all go, here we all go | ||
+ | |||
+ | Here we all go attacking the minority | ||
+ | Same old thing but a different label | ||
+ | Pretty soon we'll all be in one or another | ||
+ | Dividing the majority is keeping them stable | ||
+ | |||
+ | It's basically a case of replacing the reality of people living out their own | ||
+ | variety | ||
+ | With misinformation about the state of the nation, being down not to the | ||
+ | government but a lack of morality | ||
+ | |||
+ | The only morality they understand is a belief in control and the status quo | ||
+ | Anyone successing in escaping these things becomes a target when the fuses blow | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | Me, I've never squatted nor live on the site | ||
+ | But I've seen enough to know what's right | ||
+ | I've watched both sides of this lifestyle fence | ||
+ | And it's more then politics, it's common sense | ||
+ | |||
+ | Nobody does what they don't want to | ||
+ | The state exists to promote itself | ||
+ | Given alternatives of what you could do | ||
+ | You wouldn' | ||
+ | Nor would anybody else! (x2) | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Friends ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | I've got friends who are there to the end | ||
+ | Sharing past experience, rejecting all the trends | ||
+ | Seeing through the everyday and leading their own lives | ||
+ | Creating tunes & phrases that help us all survive | ||
+ | |||
+ | I've got friends who chose to settle down | ||
+ | Mortgages & babies, getted married, saving bounds | ||
+ | So when I get to tell you these friends are all the same | ||
+ | You start to get a picture - the shock is in the change | ||
+ | |||
+ | Growing older seperates experience from ' | ||
+ | What once was one big family is caught up in a row | ||
+ | Based on what we used to be, division causing stress | ||
+ | Looked upon subjectively it all seems such a mess | ||
+ | |||
+ | Sat in stupid corners thinking we're all alone | ||
+ | Not counting friends who went the way we never used to go | ||
+ | While they' | ||
+ | How many rules were broken in the lead up to this game? | ||
+ | |||
+ | How much freedom do we need before we give some of it away? | ||
+ | Opinions need to loosen up if we really want some change | ||
+ | If every boundary we create excludes more than it retains | ||
+ | Then old friends are excluded, and you have to think again | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Skin ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Growing skin last washed forgotten when | ||
+ | It would be getting rotten but for the rain | ||
+ | Solo times zero to shutout the refrain | ||
+ | "How come we never got to see you again?" | ||
+ | |||
+ | Not so much trapped but preferring to hide | ||
+ | Don't open the door unless you're going outside | ||
+ | Living on nothing getting too expensive | ||
+ | Turned it inside out and then we lost the friendship | ||
+ | |||
+ | With a mood of defiance and not wanting it | ||
+ | Becoming reliant on the fact it exist | ||
+ | Searching for something better than this? | ||
+ | Throw out the pieces that never would fit | ||
+ | |||
+ | And throw out the jigsaw, you coming for miles - and miles, and miles, and miles | ||
+ | |||
+ | Emptied the bin with a | ||
+ | Picked up the phone with a | ||
+ | Had a few word with a | ||
+ | Wrote it all down with a smile | ||
+ | |||
+ | And time stood still like good times do | ||
+ | While bad times hovered in the recent past | ||
+ | Talking them over lets you know you can choose | ||
+ | Between cutting them dead or letting them last | ||
+ | |||
+ | Yeah! Steady now! | ||
+ | |||
+ | And the choosing is the using of your own self-esteem | ||
+ | Did you like it as it was? or has it never really been? | ||
+ | Some people want it dirty and others like it clean | ||
+ | Denying there' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Now watching the blind leading the blind | ||
+ | Gives you the time to use your mind | ||
+ | Plenty of skin to grow back again | ||
+ | Plenty of room outside the one you're in | ||
+ | |||
+ | One - Two | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Feeding ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | We're feeding on facts, we're feeding on fiction | ||
+ | Feeding cos we need to eat | ||
+ | Supplying our minds with information | ||
+ | But half of it is incomplete | ||
+ | |||
+ | They used to wrap chips in newspapers | ||
+ | Now they microwave fast food | ||
+ | We end up picking at rumours | ||
+ | In the hope of a grain of truth | ||
+ | |||
+ | Do you know what you are feeding? | ||
+ | Do you know what you are fed? | ||
+ | |||
+ | We say we don't believe all that we read | ||
+ | But is anyone reading at all? | ||
+ | Or merely feeding on what's being fed | ||
+ | In the hope of feeling full? | ||
+ | |||
+ | We all need to be resources | ||
+ | Rather than receptacles | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | To recognise them all | ||
+ | |||
+ | Do you know what you are feeding? | ||
+ | Do you know what you are fed? | ||
+ | (x2) | ||
+ | Do you repeat what is worth repeating? | ||
+ | Or store it all inside your head? | ||
+ | |||
+ | Be a source of information | ||
+ | Inspire debate, protest and go! | ||
+ | Feed on food for thought reaction | ||
+ | If no-one feeds it, grow your own! (x3) | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Popsongs ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | You'll never make the charts - charts - if you sing about repression | ||
+ | Cos pretending to be in control - in control - is a national obsession | ||
+ | Even when the self-control is let loose as aggression - agression | ||
+ | "Oh you know he doesn' | ||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | Some say the constant hammering is following the beat | ||
+ | And popsongs heard to pass the time will break up the routine | ||
+ | In some hazy day pre-radio you'd hear the hammers sing | ||
+ | Now they shout above the popsongs, go unnoticed and give in | ||
+ | Go unnoticed and give in | ||
+ | |||
+ | It claims to break up the routine, become a part of it - part of hit | ||
+ | But no signs of improvement in the way the hammers hit | ||
+ | You see the way the workers act when the chains relax a bit | ||
+ | Does it indicate their mental state as happy clean and fit? | ||
+ | Happy clean and fit? | ||
+ | |||
+ | After daylong happy tunes its prime reaction time | ||
+ | Blob out horizontal to the spectacle sublime | ||
+ | Replacing conversation space with pleasantries that rhyme | ||
+ | Have a good weekend folks, just make sure you're back by nine | ||
+ | Just make sure you're back by nine | ||
+ | |||
+ | So when the batteries went flat - flat - and the D.J. went off air | ||
+ | The atmosphere in the factory made everyone aware | ||
+ | They'd been replacing interaction with dependency on sound | ||
+ | So when the popsongs came back on they turned the whole thing down (x2) | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== City On The River ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | I see the rubble alongside the river and shout | ||
+ | " | ||
+ | We seen it before, except then it was standing | ||
+ | Seen the demolition, hand in hand | ||
+ | We watch the cars zoom past | ||
+ | Seems like nothing' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Is this change? Or merely destruction? | ||
+ | Wait a few months and here's the construction | ||
+ | Of another supermarket, | ||
+ | Redundancy money like a dressing gown - like a dressing gown | ||
+ | Barely hiding the naked fear | ||
+ | Of being recognised - "I used to work here" | ||
+ | |||
+ | Staring at the rubble was bad enough | ||
+ | So we look to the river instead | ||
+ | Comparison, no! It couldn' | ||
+ | This one flows and the other is dead | ||
+ | Comparison, no! It couldn' | ||
+ | |||
+ | But the swans have gone with the current - moved on | ||
+ | And the trees have rotted away | ||
+ | The bridge that joined workers and nature | ||
+ | Now a viewpoint to view the decay | ||
+ | We walk round the city a few times more | ||
+ | And the repetition makes us numb | ||
+ | Built on a river that keeps the score | ||
+ | Of replacable scenery - What was won | ||
+ | Is lost - And the cost is rising | ||
+ | Pride in the city and its horizons | ||
+ | Killed by the slow destruction | ||
+ | Of places to live - Now the only fonction | ||
+ | That reaps rewards is profit | ||
+ | And the making of it | ||
+ | Can't afford to look after the poor | ||
+ | If they really want more - we've got it | ||
+ | |||
+ | The price is lifelong dedication | ||
+ | To the status quo of this consumer nation | ||
+ | Offer no alternative, | ||
+ | Work for twenty years then get the sack | ||
+ | Or not! How much have you got? | ||
+ | What kind of strength can take you | ||
+ | The lenght of the ladder? | ||
+ | Can you reach the top? Is it madder | ||
+ | Or saner to stay off the rungs | ||
+ | And start complaining? | ||
+ | About the endless waste, the draining | ||
+ | Off of human inspiration | ||
+ | Where people and labour | ||
+ | And buildings and nature are wasted | ||
+ | Got a taste of it | ||
+ | Stood by the rubble, by the river, on a bridge | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Used To Work ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Up in the morning, out of the block | ||
+ | Into the office it's down to the boss | ||
+ | Up, down and sideway, straight across | ||
+ | Who sets the motion? Who gets the job? | ||
+ | Who gets the job? | ||
+ | |||
+ | I just got a promotion | ||
+ | The people are bigger up there | ||
+ | Get a suit to fit (x3) | ||
+ | |||
+ | Routinery scenery go holiday | ||
+ | The distance we go is set by the pay | ||
+ | Ambition retrieval, " | ||
+ | Who sets the distance? Where do you stay? | ||
+ | Where do you stay? | ||
+ | |||
+ | I just got an extension | ||
+ | The office had run out of space | ||
+ | Getting on with it (x3) | ||
+ | |||
+ | Out of the office, back from the block | ||
+ | Came worker and workload set by the clock | ||
+ | Checked in on family, checked out the box | ||
+ | It's not what you're getting, it's what you haven' | ||
+ | |||
+ | This bloke just won a million quid | ||
+ | And he's gonna keep his job | ||
+ | Got used to it (x3) | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Plasticash ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Swindon town going down | ||
+ | Another division today | ||
+ | With the introduction of ' | ||
+ | Personality on display | ||
+ | Out with those tiresome coins and notes | ||
+ | It's a credit card status mirror to show | ||
+ | You're a flexible reliable upbeat type | ||
+ | Choosing to follow the ' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Believe consume then pay (x2) | ||
+ | |||
+ | Here it all is to choose or refuse | ||
+ | All your statistics, the portable you | ||
+ | Name and number, size and amount | ||
+ | Of transferable credit in your bank account | ||
+ | Swindon town is being taken down | ||
+ | The disinformation highway | ||
+ | Consumer credibility testing ground | ||
+ | Believe consume then pay | ||
+ | |||
+ | Believe consume then pay (x2) | ||
+ | |||
+ | The ' | ||
+ | You don't have to do it, but now here's your chance | ||
+ | Gradually the rich and social élite | ||
+ | Will be forcing the standards for us all to meet | ||
+ | And once reported to be a success | ||
+ | By those who do the consumer tests | ||
+ | It'll be standard procedure across the nation | ||
+ | Like satellite dishes - infatuation | ||
+ | |||
+ | Gimmy, gimmy, gimmy more of it now | ||
+ | Believe consume then pay (x2) | ||
+ | |||
+ | Novelty rat race, acceleration | ||
+ | Into a future with all hesitation | ||
+ | Set aside by the fear of alienation | ||
+ | From society - It's all connotation | ||
+ | It's all connotation | ||
+ | |||
+ | You are what you carry on plastic cards | ||
+ | And plastic cards are carrying you | ||
+ | When all you contain and all that you are | ||
+ | Is lost - Well what will you do? | ||
+ | |||
+ | But we refuse to play | ||
+ | But we refuse to play - Create a false desire then feed it (x3) | ||
+ | Create a false desire then feed it (x2) | ||
+ | |||
+ | Scene 496: Café In Melksham | ||
+ | Enter Spike Mcoffee | ||
+ | |||
+ | How now the rose in red and pink and white | ||
+ | Its petals soft as blades of metal | ||
+ | Melting in the noontime rays | ||
+ | And frosted cold again at night | ||
+ | |||
+ | How now the rose in sharpened thorns | ||
+ | Its underlying nature warns | ||
+ | That beauty holds itself above proximity: | ||
+ | A 'Do not touch' sign on its stem | ||
+ | That, unconsidered' | ||
+ | On those whose jealousy condemns | ||
+ | |||
+ | Screaming baby in a café | ||
+ | A mewling child that will be wild | ||
+ | In its persistence to inflict | ||
+ | Its misery upon the ear | ||
+ | It's times like this I get too near | ||
+ | To kids to ever want to be parental | ||
+ | On the verge of going mental | ||
+ | Shrieking spikes and lacerations | ||
+ | Ruining my concentration | ||
+ | |||
+ | Over there | ||
+ | Another angled child was dangled | ||
+ | From a chair aware of crying in the air | ||
+ | And walked away from mother' | ||
+ | To pass one on to the screaming child | ||
+ | Who seeing some consideration | ||
+ | Stopped its wailing emulation | ||
+ | Of tanks on slopes with failing brakes | ||
+ | That other kid had what it takes | ||
+ | |||
+ | As we all like to think we do | ||
+ | But we just sit and let it pass | ||
+ | While this bright kid got off its ass | ||
+ | And made the difference for us all | ||
+ | Just by being natural (x2) | ||
+ | |||
+ | I doubt that kiddies name was Rose | ||
+ | It was probably something like Brian | ||
+ | But it knew what to do, the instinctive approach | ||
+ | And somehow it stopped the kid crying | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Words On Overtime ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Sometimes | ||
+ | Something good | ||
+ | Needs understating to be understood | ||
+ | Needs towing back from the cliché status | ||
+ | That empties meaning from the phrases | ||
+ | Used so often - once they held | ||
+ | The singularity of the bell | ||
+ | Used so often - once they held | ||
+ | The singularity of the bell | ||
+ | |||
+ | When words on overtime ring false cheer | ||
+ | Cos everyone' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Picking up catchlines | ||
+ | The wrong word at the wrong time | ||
+ | Lost your future friends | ||
+ | The wrong word at the right time | ||
+ | Started up a trend | ||
+ | The right word at the right time | ||
+ | Is only in your head (x2) | ||
+ | Sometimes | ||
+ | Something bad | ||
+ | Needs overstating in a sense gone mad | ||
+ | When pain fear and grief | ||
+ | Become too easy to believe | ||
+ | Then the feeling isn't coming through | ||
+ | When we daily consume oversimplified gloom | ||
+ | Reported by strangers | ||
+ | We fear anything we're not set to receive | ||
+ | And feel alienated | ||
+ | |||
+ | So when someone' | ||
+ | Gets in our faces | ||
+ | We need to hear | ||
+ | Different phrases | ||
+ | That we can believe (x3) | ||
+ | |||
+ | What kind of worlds have we created | ||
+ | Where basic feelings need re-creating | ||
+ | To avoid the perceptions of fiction and cliché | ||
+ | Being received? | ||
+ | How long before via screen mentality | ||
+ | Will we all forget how to tell the reality (x2) | ||
+ | Careful how you feed | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Talk About The Weather ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Wind blows strongly in its rush to arrive | ||
+ | In your face for as long as you like or hate it | ||
+ | We place ourselves either for or against | ||
+ | And then later on we replicate it | ||
+ | Back in the box with the gasmasks off | ||
+ | We stare at the blocks through the double glazing | ||
+ | Wishing the air was cleaner, aware | ||
+ | Of a forecast declaring us crazy - crazy | ||
+ | |||
+ | Mindset in concrete headset on loud | ||
+ | To cover the noise and avoiding the crowds | ||
+ | Lungs on the run and breathing too fast | ||
+ | No time to talk the air doesn' | ||
+ | So back to the edge where the wind hits you hard | ||
+ | This is the reason you get out of the car | ||
+ | But then you feel lost and go back to sitting | ||
+ | Inside the car and then back to the city | ||
+ | |||
+ | When the air is polluted - luted, the sun is reputed - puted | ||
+ | To give us all cancer, the rain starts to sting | ||
+ | We get immune to it, hoping/ | ||
+ | Will somehow get better... You better stay in | ||
+ | You better stay in, you better stay in | ||
+ | |||
+ | Now we talk about the weather a whole lot more | ||
+ | Running out of conversation and running back indoors | ||
+ | We position our excursions and forget how to explore | ||
+ | Until the wind blows strong enough to make us want some more | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Catholic Sex Confession ====</ | ||
+ | The voice at the | ||
+ | box had finally lost | ||
+ | Years of frustration in a drunk night of passion | ||
+ | And declared in confession | ||
+ | To the nearest proffessional | ||
+ | Guilt control know it all: | ||
+ | "For once all my pride was illusion | ||
+ | A false self exclusion | ||
+ | From pleasures so vast they can hardly be named." | ||
+ | And was told in a cold voice "You should feel ashamed! | ||
+ | "The church knows its business and needs the control | ||
+ | Of the body in order to manage the soul. | ||
+ | Sexual freedom destroys any faith | ||
+ | In a church that says freedom begins at the grave, | ||
+ | So we frown on the physical and ban contraception, | ||
+ | Abortion and women from being the pope. | ||
+ | Its down in the bible that god is a man | ||
+ | And abstention and caution are how we all cope. | ||
+ | "Did you use contraception? | ||
+ | The pope doesn' | ||
+ | Unless she gets A.I.D.S. or a pregnancy, mind | ||
+ | I suggest you get tested and see what they find. | ||
+ | No doubt she'll keep any offspring concealed | ||
+ | From the press and the like, get some funds from the plate. | ||
+ | Now time marches on and I'm late for a meal, | ||
+ | Hailmary times ten. Don't do it again." | ||
+ | Don't do it again, don't do it again (x3) | ||
+ | They met face to face in the church the next day | ||
+ | Without knowing who the other one was | ||
+ | " | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | "But why?" asked the man, and she said " Because | ||
+ | I'm a nun and I'm pregnant and I don't want the baby | ||
+ | But you will say no to whatever I choose | ||
+ | You never say yes and you only say maybe | ||
+ | When someone you personally know gets abused. | ||
+ | This body is mine not a baby machine | ||
+ | But in the eyes of the church I am trash, | ||
+ | So I quit your heirarchical sexist regime; | ||
+ | To be me is that too much to ask?!" | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Criminal ====</ | ||
+ | Here in the | ||
+ | criminal justice act | ||
+ | It says it's illegal to even react | ||
+ | By marching against the sudden new lack | ||
+ | Of freedom of movement, assembly, and that | ||
+ | Goes for everyone, cos now we're all dispossessed | ||
+ | Little joy in the illusion that they can't mess up our heads | ||
+ | As we're taking life as being a reward | ||
+ | We're constantly told that we can't afford | ||
+ | To live it - not the way we do | ||
+ | Cos now we're breaking the law - is it me or is it you | ||
+ | Who thought we could live without heeding it? | ||
+ | Now the boundaries have shrunk to fit | ||
+ | To lifestyles | ||
+ | Based on total social complicity | ||
+ | To work ethic-media-domesticity | ||
+ | Staying silent in response to freedoms | ||
+ | Being so curtailed we forget we need them | ||
+ | To exist - variety breeds tension | ||
+ | Then people debate what was never mentioned | ||
+ | Before - ideas deal with feelings | ||
+ | And laws try to shape the ideas that we deal in | ||
+ | At the point where the ideas | ||
+ | Have spread enough distance - distance | ||
+ | To call it a lifestyle - lifestyle | ||
+ | We start to meet the resistance | ||
+ | Here in the criminal justice act | ||
+ | All our paranoias turn out to be fact! | ||
+ | They really are out to get you! | ||
+ | So party on, dude! | ||
+ | Now we've all been criminalised | ||
+ | For refusing to be led | ||
+ | They can't control our movements | ||
+ | They can't close down our heads | ||
+ | And if you start to think they can | ||
+ | They' | ||
+ | Toward completion of their plan | ||
+ | To keep the people down | ||
+ | The more we get pushed | ||
+ | The more we push back | ||
+ | Destroy the criminal justice act! (x2) | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== What Charlie Said ====</ | ||
+ | Be as honest as | ||
+ | you can be | ||
+ | Question orders, accept ideas | ||
+ | Make a meal of what you're eating | ||
+ | Don't be scared of social fears | ||
+ | Oh that's what Charlie said | ||
+ | Pass the plate before it gets heavy | ||
+ | Have what's given, give what's gained | ||
+ | Spot the gaps but know connections | ||
+ | See how freedoms are retained | ||
+ | And that's what Charlie said | ||
+ | Play with work and work with play | ||
+ | Make it all come back some day | ||
+ | Be more entrance than departure | ||
+ | Know somehow something you're after | ||
+ | Oh that's what Charlie said | ||
+ | Under the influence | ||
+ | It turns the senses to directions | ||
+ | Never known before | ||
+ | It sets us up and keeps the score | ||
+ | Provides a point to reach then we've got there | ||
+ | And start again | ||
+ | Provides a point to reach then we've got there | ||
+ | And start again | ||
+ | I don't agree with it | ||
+ | I think it's really good | ||
+ | Here's something else to fit | ||
+ | And now it's understood | ||
+ | My head's struck in advice | ||
+ | Under the influence | ||
+ | I had to ask him twice | ||
+ | And then it all made sense | ||
+ | Come here and pull up an edge | ||
+ | And tell me your name | ||
+ | I'm no longer sure I've met you before | ||
+ | And I'd like to meet you again | ||
+ | Under the influence, under the influence (x3) | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Fill Me Up ====</ | ||
+ | Do you know what | ||
+ | you are eating? | ||
+ | Oh! fill me up with food | ||
+ | The stomach' | ||
+ | Sometimes anything will do | ||
+ | Beware the wind that coke can bring | ||
+ | It dries the parts it reaches | ||
+ | Cultural deserts carry the can | ||
+ | Coke adds life then bleeds it | ||
+ | Eat it! | ||
+ | Be watching out for indigestion | ||
+ | Long time since you touched a cow | ||
+ | Farming forms to fit consumption | ||
+ | That pain is what you eat, not how | ||
+ | Do you know what you are breathing? | ||
+ | Oh! fill me up with air | ||
+ | The lungs are wringing out the smells | ||
+ | For something fresh to wear | ||
+ | Cars that fume in queues for more petrol | ||
+ | To get to somewhere else to breath | ||
+ | Air conditioning through acceptance | ||
+ | Extra for the weathermen to read | ||
+ | Breath it! | ||
+ | As air gains the status of grades | ||
+ | Quality recedes as any of it gets praised | ||
+ | Will they put it in bottles like they did with the rain? | ||
+ | Oxygenerico in profit again and again and again | ||
+ | What we eat and drink and breathe | ||
+ | Filters down through industry | ||
+ | Creates our life expectancy | ||
+ | Do you know what you are drinking? | ||
+ | Oh! fill me up with water | ||
+ | All bar the lungs are in on this one | ||
+ | Ninety percent and way important | ||
+ | Tap on the back says don't use tap | ||
+ | Scarcity value or it just tastes crap | ||
+ | Privatised and purified | ||
+ | Its raining chemistry outside | ||
+ | Eat it! | ||
+ | Drink it! | ||
+ | Breath it! | ||
+ | What we eat and drink and breathe | ||
+ | Creates our life expectancy | ||
+ | Choking the consumer dies | ||
+ | Clutching burger, coke and fries (x2) | ||
+ | Burger, coke and fries</ | ||
+ | ==== Sink Or Swim ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Let's go down to the beaches | ||
+ | And run from the edge of the sea | ||
+ | See what the movement teaches | ||
+ | A frail sense of autonomy | ||
+ | |||
+ | Cold toes in the water | ||
+ | Two steps from freezing feet | ||
+ | Feel the strenght as you go in deeper | ||
+ | And the cold consistency | ||
+ | And if there' | ||
+ | You dare not turn around | ||
+ | Til your arms are doing the clutching | ||
+ | As your feet leave the ground | ||
+ | Control or capitulation | ||
+ | A new sense of affinity | ||
+ | Having lost all the hesitation | ||
+ | But back there it was just the sea | ||
+ | |||
+ | Just a blue mass on the postcards | ||
+ | Just a place to race the boats | ||
+ | Just a waveline on the blackboard | ||
+ | And now see how long the illusion float | ||
+ | With risk co-ordination | ||
+ | Swim half as far as you can | ||
+ | We lose control of the situation | ||
+ | When we think we've got it all pre-planned | ||
+ | |||
+ | Back in dead-air building blocks | ||
+ | We lose the urge to take a risk | ||
+ | And calmly change our sandy socks | ||
+ | Wishing there was more that this | ||
+ | Stuck in these concrede houses | ||
+ | We dry out in the heat | ||
+ | Invent the worst excuses | ||
+ | To stay there permanently | ||
+ | |||
+ | Too many regulations | ||
+ | Too many rituals | ||
+ | The biggest risk was taken | ||
+ | Deep-ending in the swimming pool | ||
+ | The structured sand and water | ||
+ | Reflects our structures lives | ||
+ | We swim but never further | ||
+ | Than the constraints of our minds | ||
+ | |||
+ | Let's get back to the beaches | ||
+ | Wider than a postcard | ||
+ | And run straight into the sea | ||
+ | Longer than a holiday | ||
+ | |||
+ | That's what the movement teaches | ||
+ | Sink or swim spontaneity | ||
+ | |||
+ | You'll see what citizen can be | ||
+ | If we recall the deep blue sea | ||
+ | That evolved our weary brains | ||
+ | Getting shrunk from too much stress | ||
+ | We either get back into swimming | ||
+ | Or we sink into a mess! | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Language Barrier ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Weel you know nothing will ever get solved | ||
+ | If you feel you shouldn' | ||
+ | Claiming ignorance of what to say | ||
+ | Or how to say it the ' | ||
+ | Well you're noding your head but building walls | ||
+ | By keeping your thoughts invisible | ||
+ | And blaming ignorance from everyone else | ||
+ | For leaving you stranded by yourself | ||
+ | Well they presumed that your happy like that | ||
+ | If you dropped the scowl you'd be in for a chat | ||
+ | Maybe - it's as simple as what they see | ||
+ | And they can see a lot | ||
+ | |||
+ | So don't point the finger til you shaken the hand | ||
+ | Get to know to way these people understand | ||
+ | From strangers at a party - Who's that over there? | ||
+ | To those in a different country where the language makes you scared | ||
+ | |||
+ | If you're in a solo situation | ||
+ | Face to unknown face | ||
+ | Start a walking conversation | ||
+ | And then increase the pace | ||
+ | The walls get built by silence | ||
+ | But are easily replaced | ||
+ | Cos in every style of language | ||
+ | It is easy to relate | ||
+ | And a smile or open signal | ||
+ | Can lay the barriers to waste | ||
+ | |||
+ | Pack a few less self-images | ||
+ | And make it less of an ego trip | ||
+ | And the distance will be nothing | ||
+ | Between visitor and visited | ||
+ | Words used such as ' | ||
+ | Make us sink in hesitation | ||
+ | But the language of intention | ||
+ | Speaks out loud in all directions | ||
+ | Once you've cleared your inner fears | ||
+ | You can carry on for years! | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Same Old ' | ||
+ | |||
+ | There' | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | All being misused | ||
+ | |||
+ | You feed the starving millions with donations of a quid (a pound sterling) | ||
+ | You buy another telly, that's what the neighbours did | ||
+ | |||
+ | You flick across the channels | ||
+ | An catch the evening news | ||
+ | All those starving children | ||
+ | Are staring right at you | ||
+ | |||
+ | You're no longer feeling guilty cos you've given to the cause | ||
+ | And there' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Who's doing very well thank you | ||
+ | And that's all from the news at ten | ||
+ | We'll be back with the sordid facts | ||
+ | Covered over with trivial crap | ||
+ | To help you stop thinking | ||
+ | To keep you relaxed | ||
+ | Same time tomorrow night | ||
+ | See you then (x2) | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Conditional Silence ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Silence | ||
+ | Considering musical violence | ||
+ | |||
+ | As the airwaves break those anytime pauses | ||
+ | Quiet reflection on the nature of noises | ||
+ | Disturbing suburban platitudes | ||
+ | Heards a yell that created a solitude | ||
+ | Outside | ||
+ | Opened the window wide | ||
+ | |||
+ | My curiosity satisfied | ||
+ | It was no-one I knew so I carried on hiding | ||
+ | My instinctive reaction to join in the shouting | ||
+ | And increase the volume, but a sense of doubt in | ||
+ | My head | ||
+ | Told me to shut up instead | ||
+ | |||
+ | Return to the previous peace I'd been seeking | ||
+ | For no other reason than to work out a theory | ||
+ | That noise is just a sound on a different scale | ||
+ | To what we expect, so I started to yell | ||
+ | Out loud | ||
+ | Soon a curious crowd | ||
+ | |||
+ | Was standing outside looking up at my window | ||
+ | I looked out, they could see I was no-one they knew, so | ||
+ | Their instinctive reaction to be part of the noise | ||
+ | Or part of the reason for the silence destroyed | ||
+ | Got hid | ||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | Except for the first son whose total immersion | ||
+ | In this social excursion was more than diversion | ||
+ | With a similar yell I could tell who he was | ||
+ | The voice with a noise that I'd heard, and because | ||
+ | One yell | ||
+ | Had sort of broken the spell | ||
+ | |||
+ | So we laughed and we shouted in a lack of respect | ||
+ | For the conditional silence that has come to connect | ||
+ | All the neighbours as strangers living under the treat | ||
+ | Of discovering life beyond what they expect | ||
+ | |||
+ | What do you expect from this? | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Big Big House ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Picture a scene and pull it apart | ||
+ | Who owns this field? Who drives that car? | ||
+ | Who put up the sign saying this is mine | ||
+ | Keep of the grass and keep in line | ||
+ | |||
+ | Big big house in the country side | ||
+ | Souvenir shops don't close til nine | ||
+ | Postcards do when the sun don't shine | ||
+ | Please be gone by closing time | ||
+ | |||
+ | Picture a scene and pull it apart | ||
+ | Who built this house at the very start? | ||
+ | Who was forced to work for some food in their hand | ||
+ | And some space in the corner of the master' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Big big house in the country side | ||
+ | Souvenir shops don't close til nine | ||
+ | Postcards do when the sun don't shine | ||
+ | Please be gone by closing time | ||
+ | |||
+ | This exploitation based on class | ||
+ | Is here in the present like it was in the past | ||
+ | History builds an image that we never look behind | ||
+ | Someone' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Here it is your heritage | ||
+ | Based on class and privilege | ||
+ | Mr. and Mrs. Average | ||
+ | Are thinking "Well this is fine" | ||
+ | Living somewhere in between | ||
+ | The cardboard box and the limousine | ||
+ | Part of their same society | ||
+ | Conveniently re-defined | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Mind Bomb ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | I've got a mind bomb disposal unit knocking on my head | ||
+ | Checking out the rumour that I meant just what I said | ||
+ | They' | ||
+ | On the blackboard, on the pavement, but I won't eat what I'm fed - what I'm fed | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | I've seen the public access but they wouldn' | ||
+ | Conformity has dress code and I'm two stone overthin | ||
+ | And anyhow the chances are they wouldn' | ||
+ | Presumptions give the innovator no chance to begin | ||
+ | |||
+ | It's either "Be one step ahead" or "Keep up with the rest" | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | I've got a mind bomb disposal unit knocking on my head (x2) | ||
+ | |||
+ | They' | ||
+ | With anoraks and plastic bags the consumer can go far | ||
+ | Ashtrays fill and pinballs tilt to emphasise the scars | ||
+ | Of a society raised on promises, falling back on credit cards - credit cards | ||
+ | |||
+ | So let's go on a cathode raid and steal some empty minds | ||
+ | Fill 'em full of hopes and dreams and call it leasure time | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | Stay detuned for further progress, here's a few things you can buy - you can buy | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | I've strolled across the empty roads as pedestrianos stare | ||
+ | At lights to turn from red to green, to get from there to there | ||
+ | Billboard faces mock attention given unaware | ||
+ | Reliance on subliminals and a defiance of being scared | ||
+ | |||
+ | And there' | ||
+ | It isn't very funny but we're laughing anyway | ||
+ | Smiles are hard to come by when the picture starts to fade | ||
+ | And someone' | ||
+ | |||
+ | It's either 'Be one step ahead' or 'Keep up with the rest' | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | I've got a mind bomb disposal unit knocking on my head (x2) | ||
+ | I've thought in terms of relaxation, giving things a rest | ||
+ | Cos the constant realisation leaves presumptions in a mess | ||
+ | But every turn in the situation seems to be a test | ||
+ | A dotted line for the mind to sign away its intellect - but not me not yet | ||
+ | |||
+ | The altered state of reality that's printed screened and said | ||
+ | Is feeding time for the mind that knows of nothing else instead | ||
+ | Keen to kill the essential will of refusing to be fed | ||
+ | I've got a mind bomb disposal unit knocking on my head - knocking on my head | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Chili Pain ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Chili Pain! | ||
+ | |||
+ | The heat is hot like desert rain | ||
+ | Floods of fire as I pespire | ||
+ | All sensation feeds the flame | ||
+ | "Did it before... Do it again!" | ||
+ | |||
+ | Something transmits to my brain | ||
+ | Through chemical sparks that quickly drain | ||
+ | Into the arteries and veins | ||
+ | |||
+ | And throat! The scarcity | ||
+ | Of any type of other need | ||
+ | Like the cut without the bleeding | ||
+ | Some intensity of feeding | ||
+ | From the mass slowly reeling | ||
+ | With physical mental sharpened feeling | ||
+ | |||
+ | I could attack or defend | ||
+ | Choose the time I spend | ||
+ | Without counting the cost | ||
+ | Without feeling a loss | ||
+ | Almost any space increases | ||
+ | As the twitching face decreases | ||
+ | So puch the essence and feel the gain | ||
+ | Trace the source through the fire and pain | ||
+ | |||
+ | Chili Pain! - Pain (x2) | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Give Me Beethoven... ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Give me Beethoven or give me death! (x2) | ||
+ | Give me Beethoven, give me some air... | ||
+ | Give me Beethoven... | ||
+ | |||
+ | Give me Beethoven or give me death! | ||
+ | Fasten your seatbelts hold your breath | ||
+ | I don't wanna think about watery graves | ||
+ | Blow me away on the turbulent waves | ||
+ | Earphone chatline to the creator | ||
+ | Keep this plane up a few hours later | ||
+ | The C-60 cycles the number five | ||
+ | Across the air as we wave goodbye | ||
+ | |||
+ | Give me Beethoven or give me death! | ||
+ | |||
+ | To having any destiny control | ||
+ | A new sense of fear with a love of the old | ||
+ | Being able to gain from a shaking plane | ||
+ | A proximity to death and maybe living again | ||
+ | In musical form! | ||
+ | Unconsidered before! | ||
+ | Well that's quite a lofty ambition kid | ||
+ | To be shaking up the aerospine like Ludwig did! | ||
+ | Shaking up the aerospine like Ludwig did! | ||
+ | Shaking up the aerospine | ||
+ | |||
+ | But while the neighbours, unattached | ||
+ | To Ludwig Van, were unrelaxed | ||
+ | By thoughts of turbulence making cracks | ||
+ | In their temporary home - temporary home | ||
+ | Me! I was gone... despatched - despatched | ||
+ | |||
+ | Give me Beethoven or give me death! | ||
+ | |||
+ | To the flights of fancy nightmare edged | ||
+ | That grasping strings, leap from the ledge | ||
+ | And punctuating air with fists | ||
+ | Like orchestrated masochists | ||
+ | Cry " | ||
+ | And hit the waves prepared to dive | ||
+ | For what goes reaching down as deep | ||
+ | As that which takes us all so high? | ||
+ | So high - so high - high | ||
+ | |||
+ | Give me Beethoven or give me death! | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Talk It Over ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | If all the things you say to me | ||
+ | Were steps towards some unity | ||
+ | I wouldn' | ||
+ | In semi disbelief | ||
+ | Because as you say you'd do one thing | ||
+ | You behave so contradictory | ||
+ | So don't propound your theories | ||
+ | If they don't reflect reality | ||
+ | |||
+ | I don't know you very well | ||
+ | I find it hard to even tell you | ||
+ | That you don't do what you could do... if you wanted to | ||
+ | |||
+ | So drop the image you have of me | ||
+ | And talk a bit more openly | ||
+ | We'll sat across the table in an empty house | ||
+ | Are we ever really able to talk it out? | ||
+ | Don't stop to count the amount of times we've tried | ||
+ | Watching the wall as the conversation died | ||
+ | |||
+ | Open the windows and look outside | ||
+ | A million strangers walking by | ||
+ | And us creating alibis | ||
+ | For what we really feel inside | ||
+ | |||
+ | You don't know me very well | ||
+ | I don't know you very well | ||
+ | We find it hard to even tell | ||
+ | Each other that we'd like to talk it over | ||
+ | Remove the cover, talk it over | ||
+ | Find a corner, talk it over | ||
+ | (x2) | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Offended ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Grabbed by the shoulders he shook his head in desperation knowing whatever was | ||
+ | said in this situation would only lead, like it had already led, to having his | ||
+ | shoulders shaken again, by those that believed that when nothing was said then | ||
+ | nothing was meant: yet by the shaking they could only prevent any one-to-one | ||
+ | making clear of intent. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Not that merely waiting would' | ||
+ | situation, and no amount of patience can replace a caring statement lined with | ||
+ | an indication of the kind of slow frustration that no offered explanation of an | ||
+ | action, lying beyond the comprehension, | ||
+ | |||
+ | All the will in the world is never enough, nor the animosity that gets rough - | ||
+ | some nameless touch is needed to calm the gaps between the offender and the | ||
+ | offended, until the cracks that nature unintended in the minds of those where | ||
+ | any hope has ended, are closed. | ||
+ | |||
+ | And once where necks were almost wrung the voices sing things never sung | ||
+ | together, maybe not so much forever, but enough to keep unsevered the | ||
+ | connections once begun. | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Central Nervous System ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Confort? Sofa chair pacifying words | ||
+ | A touch on the shoulder to tell me that you'd heard | ||
+ | |||
+ | Understanding to attention just in case you heard it wrong | ||
+ | A fear of contradiction cos your feeling can't belong | ||
+ | To this given situation that no-one can take away | ||
+ | A smile, a nervous glance, "Well I'll be back some other day" | ||
+ | |||
+ | But you really had to go and left this atmosphere behind | ||
+ | So now it's back to circumstance, | ||
+ | As I turn the burning enbers of a past that recently | ||
+ | I'd found harder to remember than I thought was good for me | ||
+ | |||
+ | But once confirmed the truth had pulled that ' | ||
+ | Now the obvious lies bleeding and the future holds my breath | ||
+ | |||
+ | Shall I turn the page and start again? | ||
+ | Or throw the book away | ||
+ | Shall I tell you of these feelings? | ||
+ | Or find something new to say? | ||
+ | |||
+ | It's the act of making choices | ||
+ | Asking questions, hearing voices | ||
+ | Mixing pain and self-resentment | ||
+ | With a knowledge that contentment | ||
+ | Is a process of selection | ||
+ | Cos in every situation | ||
+ | There are good and bad directions you can go | ||
+ | |||
+ | You can wallow in the fantasy | ||
+ | Regenerating memories | ||
+ | Or use the open scenery | ||
+ | Impulse flow more easily | ||
+ | |||
+ | If all the good things disappear for what seems like eternity | ||
+ | Remember you created them by being what you'll always be | ||
+ | Receiving input, giving back what makes you tick in time | ||
+ | Natural instinctive tack running up the spine | ||
+ | |||
+ | Use your central nervous system | ||
+ | To help make up your mind | ||
+ | Looking out with indecision | ||
+ | Wastes a lot of time | ||
+ | |||
+ | If it feels good take the risk | ||
+ | And here I am talking like this | ||
+ | And saying ' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Experience is globally perceived as being basically a common sense capacity to | ||
+ | understand the variety of influence upon the way we are | ||
+ | Having gone so far | ||
+ | There is no reasoning can stop us once we've reasoned what we've got | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Traffic Lights ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | When the traffic lights turned red | ||
+ | And a car kept going, well, nothing was said | ||
+ | It was quietly understood | ||
+ | That if he could do it, anyone could | ||
+ | I can do that, I can do that, I can do that, yeah! | ||
+ | But the queue remained and we felt the strain | ||
+ | Of being the majority obeying the authority | ||
+ | Of traffic lights turned red - traffic lights turned red | ||
+ | |||
+ | When the traffic lights turn green | ||
+ | And the car in front couldn' | ||
+ | Like he was holding us up to show | ||
+ | We were happy to stop until told to go | ||
+ | Oh no! No! No! | ||
+ | And the queue remained and we felt the strain | ||
+ | Of being the majority needing the authority | ||
+ | Of traffic lights turned green - traffic lights turned green | ||
+ | |||
+ | When the traffic lights broke down | ||
+ | There was a whole lot of cars reaching out of town | ||
+ | We were all too scared to move | ||
+ | Until a man in a uniform told us what to do | ||
+ | And as we drove on by | ||
+ | We wondered why | ||
+ | We hadn't gone the other way | ||
+ | Or gone ahead and said " | ||
+ | Gone ahead and said " | ||
+ | The traffic lights are broken down! (x4) | ||
+ | |||
+ | Beep! Beep! | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Smells Like Home ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | You can't see the moon above the city | ||
+ | The sky is always full of clouds | ||
+ | Even when the sun's gone down | ||
+ | It's like living on the underground | ||
+ | Black and white in shades of brown | ||
+ | |||
+ | And you can't breathe the air in the city | ||
+ | With the fumes of cars and factories | ||
+ | Your lungs ain't what they' | ||
+ | Breathe in the new complacency | ||
+ | At least it's good for industry | ||
+ | At least it's smells like home (x2) | ||
+ | |||
+ | And you can't get a job in the city | ||
+ | With all the new technology | ||
+ | Robots run the factories | ||
+ | It's sanitized economy | ||
+ | Robots don't get lung disease | ||
+ | |||
+ | In the cit-ty, in the cit-ty-ty | ||
+ | |||
+ | In the city you can't get a job | ||
+ | In the city you can't get a flat | ||
+ | You can't get much of what he's got | ||
+ | And he can't get much of that | ||
+ | |||
+ | Give you a deal, was fair and square | ||
+ | Four walls, ceiling and floor | ||
+ | Thing to keep you from getting more | ||
+ | ??? | ||
+ | |||
+ | In the cit-ty-ty-ty, | ||
+ | |||
+ | How big is that hole around your head? | ||
+ | How big is that hole around your town? | ||
+ | How big is that hole around your lifestyle? - lifestyle | ||
+ | |||
+ | How big is that hole around your head? | ||
+ | How big is that hole around your town? | ||
+ | How big is that hole around your ??? ? | ||
+ | ??? the ideas of pulling it all down | ||
+ | Pulling it all down, pulling it all down, pulling it all down | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | And you can't get healthy in the city | ||
+ | The sky is so grey | ||
+ | It's like forty fags a day | ||
+ | And the water is hard beneath the foam | ||
+ | The despondency inside | ||
+ | Merely reflects the concrete sky | ||
+ | So let's go out | ||
+ | Let's stay in - at least it smells like home |