The Rotherhithe Diarist
The shapes we make, the lives they shape
Taken, touched and treated
The paths and dreams, hopes become fears
Falling out of the page that he steers
Tell her your secrets, he’ll show you his scars
Some mole on some thigh but never the torn heart
The glass that reflects cuts deeper when cracked
Than words tapped out for her subterranean map
Gossamer skin cherishing enchanted eyes
Stealing glances under winter skies
Reaches out to pull you over
Opens her mouth and you resign
All of the people fall to their knees
Down by the riverside
All of these things still exist
To the Rotherhithe diarist
A work of fiction from preface to close
Calved into the willowy softwood spruce
Imprinted with turpentine and walnut oil
Delivered in leather ready for all
The gossamer skin cherishing enchanted eyes
Stealing glances under winter skies
Reaches out to pull you over
Opens her mouth and you resign
All of the people fall to their knees
Down by the riverside
All of these things still exist
To some Rotherhithe diarist
The shapes we make, the lives they shape
Taken, touched and treated
The paths and dreams, hopes become fears
Falling out of the page that he steers
Tell her your secrets, he’ll show you his scars
Some mole on some thigh but never the torn heart
The glass that reflects cuts deeper when cracked
Than words tapped out for her subterranean map
Gossamer skin cherishing enchanted eyes
Stealing glances under winter skies
Reaches out to pull you over
Opens her mouth and you resign
All of the people fall to their knees
Down by the riverside
All of these things still exist
To the Rotherhithe diarist
A work of fiction from preface to close
Calved into the willowy softwood spruce
Imprinted with turpentine and walnut oil
Delivered in leather ready for all
The gossamer skin cherishing enchanted eyes
Stealing glances under winter skies
Reaches out to pull you over
Opens her mouth and you resign
All of the people fall to their knees
Down by the riverside
All of these things still exist
To some Rotherhithe diarist
| Our Friends In The South Good to see the revolution in full swing With your Khaki coat blowing in the wind Hope your features ain't getting to sun burnt Throwing those prole shapes that you learnt Going to turnover the government Legalise coke & grow some skunk Parties symbolising individual freedom Just Say No to conventional wisdom Chorus Raise you hand with the common man So he can put some silver into your hand All your glossies give an airbrushed stance Based upon your narscistic battle plan The hair products that you use To matt down your subtle views On Re-distribution of the wealth Ensuring pater’s estate health Raise you hand with the common man So he can put some silver into your hand All your glossies give an airbrushed stance Based upon your narscistic battle plan Got to get it together in the country Cos you don't want to be wanting A lack of artistic sloganeering Whilst brushing up on your sneering Raise you hand with the common man So he can put some silver into your hand All your glossies give an airbrushed stance Based upon your narscistic battle plan |
If Your Soul Aches Then Your Heart Beats
Can I get another five minutes
The taxis round here are always on time
I grab my coat and some misplaced affection
Brush your cheek and I feel reborn
A part of me died today
Leaving questions unanswered
Would we ever see that band again
Drink like teenagers and f*ck all through the night
If your soul ached then your heart beat
For one last hurrah
The city you live in is just too far
To bridge the gap could tear us in half
But who let logic ever play a part
In brutal matters of the heart
Those faces hide nothing so it's
Hoods up and heads down
Did you suffer from the same kind of shame
A lack of morals you chose as blame
Can I get another five minutes
The taxis round here are always on time
I grab my coat and some misplaced affection
Brush your cheek and I feel reborn
A part of me died today
Leaving questions unanswered
Would we ever see that band again
Drink like teenagers and f*ck all through the night
If your soul ached then your heart beat
For one last hurrah
The city you live in is just too far
To bridge the gap could tear us in half
But who let logic ever play a part
In brutal matters of the heart
Those faces hide nothing so it's
Hoods up and heads down
Did you suffer from the same kind of shame
A lack of morals you chose as blame
| Shadows & Reflections I remember you when you were just Seventeen The belle of the youth club ball We lusted after you in your knee-length skirt Answered every one of your calls A move down south to escape paternity You a brother, a drunkard upstairs So I thrashed about annoyed suburbia Thought of the Mary Chain, motor scooters & girls All that hate was such a waste of our time Ate away at our hearts and our minds All this too shall pass away my dear The shadows & reflections of another time Far away in a distant land I last saw you Where we struggled with the cold and the glare Hope the space between us will remind you Of the person that you once were All that hate was such a waste of our time Ate away at our hearts and our minds All this too shall pass away my dear The shadows & reflections of another time |
The Detail
Do you remember the time that you spent with her
The plans and dreams that never were
You remember her face and the curve of her spine
You'd say "she was never mine"
It burnt your soul
Bruised your heart
You knew she would not stay
It burns your soul
Still to this day
But it won't stop you from trying again
Functional days you try to forget
The hurt, the pain, the regret
But thinning hair and deeper lines
Won't dissemble that smile.
Do you remember the time that you spent with her
The plans and dreams that never were
You remember her face and the curve of her spine
You'd say "she was never mine"
It burnt your soul
Bruised your heart
You knew she would not stay
It burns your soul
Still to this day
But it won't stop you from trying again
Functional days you try to forget
The hurt, the pain, the regret
But thinning hair and deeper lines
Won't dissemble that smile.
Bedhead
You got me started
You got me notice
You got me so that I couldn't even focus
Those sensual lips
And giving hips
Drove me to a little presepice
That got my grey turning blue
You got my grey turning blue
That got my grey turning blue
You got my grey turning blue
And I'm just left with a fiction of you
I'm just left with a fiction of you
I'm just left with a fiction of you
I'm just left with a fiction of you
Those piercing eyes
Could not disguise
All that passion welling inside
You're greasy bed-head
An opium layer
Took me to the very edge of despair
That got my grey turning blue
You got my grey turning blue
That got my grey turning blue
You got my grey turning blue
And I'm just left with a fiction of you
I'm just left with a fiction of you
I'm just left with a fiction of you
I'm just left with a fiction of you
You got me started
You got me notice
You got me so that I couldn't even focus
Those sensual lips
And giving hips
Drove me to a little presepice
That got my grey turning blue
You got my grey turning blue
That got my grey turning blue
You got my grey turning blue
And I'm just left with a fiction of you
I'm just left with a fiction of you
I'm just left with a fiction of you
I'm just left with a fiction of you
Those piercing eyes
Could not disguise
All that passion welling inside
You're greasy bed-head
An opium layer
Took me to the very edge of despair
That got my grey turning blue
You got my grey turning blue
That got my grey turning blue
You got my grey turning blue
And I'm just left with a fiction of you
I'm just left with a fiction of you
I'm just left with a fiction of you
I'm just left with a fiction of you
| As Above & So Below Did you chase the sound In the streets we new All those summer days And thoughts of you When I looked into you're eyes And saw the reflection of my short life All the things that I don't know As above and so below You fought the good fight For land and freedom Internationale Or the barrel of a gun When I looked into you're eyes And saw the reflection of my short life All the things that I don't know As above and so below And if I should falter If I should fail In the land of our fathers Reason prevails When I looked into you're eyes And saw the reflection of my short life All these things that I don't know As above and so below |
| The Fallen Leaves The weak sun dies In the smoked pink sky Where vapours mark escape for those still brave enough to fly And the tracks define Some kind of fluid time Between me and you there waiting somewhere further down the line So we can dance on the falling leaves That tumble down form the dying trees We poisoned with our potions and our plans It doesn't matter what I believe All that's left is for us to grieve The passing of the power of a common man While the queues of devil's hooves across the land March to hold a rhythm for the band The static of a quarter hundred conversation strands Is the drone my insecurity demands So I can dance on the falling leaves That tumble down from the dying trees We poisoned with our potions and our plans It doesn't matter what I may say All that left is a price to pay For the lusting minds, the fools and the grabbing hands We eat we drink we buy we sell we build But who'll plant and feed and nurture seed and will You find your England running for the safety of the hills And those that support you still? Can this circle, not be broken, by and by Lord, by and by? Is there a better life awaitin' in the sky Lord, in the sky? Now I know I've made some mistakes But can I please have back my pride? Or will you leave them, to drag me under When I die Lord when I die? So we can dance on the falling leaves That tumbled down form the dying trees We poisoned with our potions and our plans It doesn't matter what I believe All that's left is for us to grieve The passing of the power of a common man |
| The Always A Pleasure Recording Company (c) 2008 |
Fanclub d'adolescent
But you wouldn't listen to Norman
Francis or Ray
Not even sweet Gerry could ever make you stay
But you wouldn't listen to Norman
Francis or Ray
Not even sweet Gerry could ever make you stay
The Great Escape
If you had the chance
Would you even hesitate
Could you break these chains
Escape from this dirty old town
New paint on the door
Doesn't disguise what lays behind
Broken bones and settled scores
They don't hold water anymore
I know that nothing happens around here
anymore
This town has nothing
This town isn't anything anymore
If you had the chance
Would you even hesitate
Could you break these chains
Escape from this dirty old town
New paint on the door
Doesn't disguise what lays behind
Broken bones and settled scores
They don't hold water anymore
I know that nothing happens around here
anymore
This town has nothing
This town isn't anything anymore
The Girl With The Sunshine In Her Hair (Everybody Loves Here)
In a while I thought of this
There was a chance i couldn't of missed
I thought of you
To live and die a thousand ways
Into the ground with the hopes we raised
And all for her
I knew a girl with sunshine in her hair
Everybody loved her
Loved her
Cast her aside and take the strain
You can hide your tears in the rain
And all for her
Just turn and face tomorrow
Don't Look back
At the things you've done
But in the end it came to this
A simple moment but with a bitter twist
And all for her
In a while I thought of this
There was a chance i couldn't of missed
I thought of you
To live and die a thousand ways
Into the ground with the hopes we raised
And all for her
I knew a girl with sunshine in her hair
Everybody loved her
Loved her
Cast her aside and take the strain
You can hide your tears in the rain
And all for her
Just turn and face tomorrow
Don't Look back
At the things you've done
But in the end it came to this
A simple moment but with a bitter twist
And all for her
| Long Division The boy from the north country Grew up much faster than I ever did. In 1945 he was lucky to be alive Got dragged into Napoli Leaving him shell-shocked Battle weary and scarred Dreaming of being back home His Manchester back yard Dear old Raymond he was further north, Freezing in the Baltic sea Was his view of the war Thinking of his girl from Burnley Whilst recouping up in Aberdeen But for him it was not to be, Left him for an American Marine Two skinny kids kicking an old leather ball Up against a garage wall One slips a dummy the other tumbles and falls She broke his heart when she called So when life comes crashing down around your ears You will need somebody to lean upon To wipe away those tears When I was a kid I thought that long division was as hard as it got for me As I just couldn't get it You sat down and showed me, unravelled so much mathematical theory That you made me get it you made me get it But you wouldn't stick around You didn't need us at all You left us but we never left you And we'll be here for your call s |
Pop Song #14
Are you still paying for those rubber digits in your hole
Is that thick trophy wife still pulling tricks with your
boys
A bent and twisted asthmatic red
Lying prostate in your bed
May you suffer five dozen years
With dementia pain and fear
Are you still saying yes when you always mean no
Build you bunker underground we'll cut off your air
flow
A bent and twisted asthmatic red
Lying prostate in your bed
May you suffer five dozen years
With dementia pain and fear
Are you still paying for those rubber digits in your hole
Is that thick trophy wife still pulling tricks with your
boys
A bent and twisted asthmatic red
Lying prostate in your bed
May you suffer five dozen years
With dementia pain and fear
Are you still saying yes when you always mean no
Build you bunker underground we'll cut off your air
flow
A bent and twisted asthmatic red
Lying prostate in your bed
May you suffer five dozen years
With dementia pain and fear
Silver Watch
Don't you dare believe that there's just one path left
The last great unknown well we're not there yet
Half a dozen stitches pulling at your chest
Sent there to remind you that there's more than this
I've got this silver watch it keeps good time
So the strap is bust but the time is mine
Let's pick up the pieces I'll stick them back together
Sing a song from the old days why not live forever
Stay with me tonight lie down by my side
Kiss me until the morning we'll watch the sun rise
Don't you dare believe that there's just one path left
The last great unknown well we're not there yet
Half a dozen stitches pulling at your chest
Sent there to remind you that there's more than this
I've got this silver watch it keeps good time
So the strap is bust but the time is mine
Let's pick up the pieces I'll stick them back together
Sing a song from the old days why not live forever
Stay with me tonight lie down by my side
Kiss me until the morning we'll watch the sun rise
| Detroit 65 You had something missing From your day job So you took a holiday To a place a little left of centre Where you could hunker down Escape reality And now when I try to call you Twenty years later It breaks my heart What happened To that young disciple So enchanted with every day 'cos all you listened to was Detroit 1965 Your heart was as big as your eyes were wide If I ever get to see you again I won't remind you that Our future was beautifull |
