Every night it's the same old scene
Drinking wine cos you're scared to dream
But you know that things will get better
If you let your dreams get wetter than wine
It's just a waste of time
When it's dark and you hear your heart beat
Walk down moonlight's lonely high street
Something sings and you feel sunshine
But you know you're full of moonshine, too
It's staring at you
Love makes sweet music
Makes you want to shout out
Love makes sweet music
Makes you want to run, makes you want to shout out
Makes you want to cry, makes you want to run to... her
Every day it's the same old tune
Tell yourself it's coming soon
When it comes it comes so fast
You get worried cause that thing won't last with her
Then you're back where you were
This is a token of words unspoken to you
Honey I'm feeling, reeling and squeeling for you
Why don't you tell me one way or another
That you'd rather be your father and mother ?
This is a feeling from the ceiling of my dream
I get hung up tied and strung up on your scene
It doesn't matter what I say, you're safely tucked away
You've got your simple way, I'm something far away
Aren't you happy ?
Aren't you happy ?
I've been dreaming
You've been screaming all night
You said take me
I said wake me - it's all right
Hell is the hung-up mind
Looking for things to find
You'll look but will not see
Outside your fantasy
That's all useless - ain't it honey ?
I know I cannot leave this place
full of memories
Things like the way they knew us
all over town
We used to walk the streets together
We could be seen
Past shops where people knew us
Yeah, people knew
I've got to choose between tomorrow
and yesterday
I can't stop to think about
my life, here today
Maybe I'll find someone to get you
off my mind
Take me away from here
and leave it, leave it all behind
Memories can hang you up and haunt you
all your life, you know
Get so you cannot stay
and yet cannot go
I could find out where she's gone
Today I feel so unhappy
Streets seem so empty now
I want you with me
David's on the piano and I may play on a drum
And we try to make the music We'll try try to
Have some fun
But I just can't help thinking that if you were
Here with me
I'd get all my thoughts in focus and play
More excitingly
I love you still caroline
I want you still Caroline
I need you still Caroline
If you call this sentimental crap you'll make me mad
Because you know that I would not sing about
Some passing fad
And if my attempts of rhyming aren't convincing
To your ear
Then memory's betrayed you through the passing
Of the year
I love you still caroline
I want you still Caroline
I need you still Caroline
You must think it doubtful but I mean the words
I sing
Or that all attempts to reach you this way could
Not mean a thing
But you must admit we both thought we'd be
Man and wife
And that I could make you happy for the best part
Of your life
This is the first verse
The first verse
The first
First verse
And this is the chorus
Or perhaps is a bridge
Or just another part
Of the song that I am singing
Never mind
It doesn't hurt
And only means that I
Lost faith in this song
'Cause it won't help me reach you...
Like so many of you I've got my doubts about
How much to contribute to the already rich among us
How long can I pretend (that) music's more relevant than
fighting for a socialist world
Someone watching us knows I'm bad
black palstic along blue black wall
Small square
For faces
Where dead men can look through
Run along and see the prison bath
Throw a stone across an empty road
You and your friend will be found
outside the daydream
I've woken up to watch you sleep
What on earth are you doing God? is this some sort
of joke you're playing?
Is it 'cause we didn't pray?
Well I can't see the point of the words without the action
Are you just hot air breathing over us? and overall
is it fun watching us all?
Where's your son? we want him again
Next time you send your boy down here
Give him a wife and a sexy daughter - someone we can understand
Who's got some ideas we use really relate to
we've all read your rules - tried them. Learned them in school then tried them
They're impossible rules you've made us look fools
Well done God but now please
don't hunt me down for heaven's sake! You know that I'm only joking. Aren't I?
Pardon me - I'm very drunk but I know what I'm trying to say
And It's nearly night time and we're still alone waiting
For something unknown Still waiting
So throw down a stone or something
Give us a sign for Christ's sake
You look different every time you come
From the foam-crested brine
Your skin shining softly in the moonlight
Partly fish, partly porpoise, partly baby sperm whale
Am I yours? Are you mine to play with?
Joking apart - when you're drunk you're terrific when you're drunk
I like you mostly late at night you're quite alright
But I can't understand the different you in the morning
When it's time to play at being human for a while please smile!
You'll be different in the spring, I know
You're a seasonal beast like the starfish that drift in with the tide
So until your your blood runs to meet the next full moon
You're madness fits in nicely with my own
Your lunacy fits neatly with my own, my very own
We're not alone
Seaweed tangled in our home from home
Reminds me of your rocky bottom
Please don't wait for the paperweight
Err on the good side
Touch us when we collapse
Into the water we'll go head over heel
We'll not grow fat inside
The mammary gland
Into the water we'll go
Head over heel
A head behind me
Buried deep in the sand
Orlandon't tell me, oh no
Don't say oh God
Don't tell me oh dear me
Heaven's above oh no
I can't stand it
Stop
Please oh deary me
What in heaven's name?
Oh blimey mercy me woe are we oh dear oh
Stop it
Stop it
You've been so kind I know I know
So why did I hurt you?
I didn't mean to hurt you
But I'll keep trying and I'm sure you will too
Not nit not nit no not
Nit nit folly bololey
Alifi my larder
Alifi my larder
I can't forsake you or
Forsqueak you
Alifi my larder
Alifi my larder
Confiscate or make you
Late you you
Alifi my larder Alifi my larder
Not nit not nit no not
Nit nit folly bololy
Burlybunch, the water mole
Hellyplop and fingerhole
Not a wossit bundy, see ?
For jangle and bojangle
Trip trip
Pip pippy pippy pip pip landerim
Alifi my larder
Alifi my larder
(I'm not your larder,
jammy jars and mustard.
I'm not your dinner,
you soppy old custard.
And what's a bololey
when it's a folly?
I'm not your larder,
I'm your dear little dolly.
But when plops get too helly
I'll fill up your belly.
I'm not your larder,
I'm Alife your guarder).
In the garden of England dead moles lie inside their holes
The dead-end tunnels crumble in the rain underfoot
Innit a shame?
Can't you see them?
Can't you see them?
roots can't hold them
Bugs console them
I fight with the handle of my little brown broom
I pull out the wires of the telephone
I hurt in the head and
I hurt in the acting bone
Now
I smash up the telly with remains of the broken phone
I fighting for the crust of the little brown loaf
I want it I want it I want it give it to me
(I give it you back when I finish the lunchtea)
I lie in the road try to trip up the passing cars
Yes me and the hedgehog
We bursting the tyres all day
As we roll down the highway towards the setting sun
I reflect on the life of the Highwayman yum yum
Now I smash up the telly and what's left of
The broken phone
There's a mushroom on my eyelid
There's a carrot down my back
I can see in the distance
A vast quantity of beans
To you I'm just a flavour
To make your soup taste nice
Oh my god here come the onions
And, I don't believe it, at least a pound of rice
There was a time when bacon sandwiches
Were everyone's favourite snack
I'm delicious when I'm crunchy
Even when I'm almost black
So why you make a soup with me
I just can't understand
It seems so bloody tasteless
Not to mention underhand
Now there's no hope of getting out of here
I can feel I'm going soft
Dirty waters soak my fibres
The whole saucepan's getting hot
So I may as well resign myself
Make friends with a few peas
But I just, I can't help hoping
a tummy ache will bring you to your knees
Bring you to your knees...
Kick me Hardy.
Without one sweet push from your shine covered boot,
I don't think, I just know I'll be grounded forever
More over turn me. You can hardly miss me,
I'm the one face down in the mud on the ground.
I'll be stuck here forever, unless you come over and
Kick me Hardy.
I'm the best football you have got.
I'll beat the lot. I'll take the cake.
Be masterful, be my hero and be
-lieve me Hardy.
If it's tough you want, then it's tough you've got.
I mean if this is only a question of toughness,
Survive me Hardy, or deflate me straight away.
Beating shit out of me takes the hell out of you.
If I'm nothing without you, then why stick it out?
You can pass me over.
But I'm the only chance you've got.
If you asked me, here's my advice
Use me to go hell for leather and back
Kick me Hardy.
Without one sweet push from your shine covered boot,
I don't think, I just know I'll be grounded forever
More over turn me. You should just be thankful,
When it comes to the crunch, I'm the best of the bunch.
At the end of the day, you could easily say
That I come in handy.
I'm the best football you have got.
I beat the lot. I take the cake.
Be masterful, be my hero and be
Greatful Hardy.
If it's tough you want, then it's tough you've got.
I mean if this is only a question of toughness
Survive me Handy, or deflate me pronto.
Beating shit out of me takes the hell out of you.
If I'm nothing without you, then why stick it out?
You can pass me over.
If you asked me, here's my advice.
Use me to go hell for leather and back.
Relatively used to coping with the darkness underground
Cub and brownie blink as they emerge.
Overhead the stars are piercing, glaring on their new home.
Wasted jungle, crowded with dead trees.
What do cubs and brownies do at night after a boring day?
Shine their boots and practice tying knots? No of course not
After school you find they play hide and seek, chase each other, clutching in the dark.
What do Ann and Handy do after a long, exhausting shift?
Clean the spades and clear away the dirt? No of course not
Usually they lie down in the mud close together, just to save on heat
Work is split up, but it gets harder every day, it's never done.
Call it peaceful. Call it grinding the time away. Say that
Ditches aren't homely. Call it boredom. Either way,
Ann decides to potter off. How's that for brains?
Deep in the undergrows, Handy sighed with relief. He'd come alone
in the dark
He'd come again at dawn, if not before the morning cockrise
Meanwhile in the bushes above, behind the toepath which goes along
Beside the canal leading to the sea, which in turn leads on to
All the major oceans - Indian, Atlantic, Pacific,
I can't remember the names Of the others
off - Handy cided to leave
He'd come apart at the seam - endangered life and lawn order before
The more since he lies (even under oaf handy lies) when he feels caught
Between righthand wrong. I think he just might have been wrong this time
Which in turn left him with few alternatives to relieving himself by hand
Alone in the dark, wanking in the bog?
