C’mon kids

C’mon kids

C’mon kids don’t do yourself down
Throw out your arms for a new sound
Pretty face it don’t mean a thing
If you look so same as your crowd

Work all day it don’t mean a thing
With the sun always outside your window
Fuck the ones who tell you that life
Is merely a time before dying

Look for the box and find what’s inside
You’ll never find it till you have done
And fuck the ones who tell you that life
Is merely a time before dying

i know it’s hard to do
But have we ever let you down
C’mon kids

Meltin’s Worm (for Foam Tomb + Nacho Plea)

Have you heard of Meltin’s Worm, it crawled right
into this house, the dividends of grubby hands
And putting them into your mouth. It set up shop
and would not stop gorging whatever Meltin 
could eat, its exquisite taste, it went to waste
On a diet consisting of sweets, the doctor came
and laid the blame on Meltin’s nails he was
bitin’, he made demands they didn’t understand
‘cos they couldn’t read his writing, it grew and
grew and it knew that time was on its side
It got such a size you could see its eyes when 
Meltin opened his WIDE, but there’s just one 
thing it cares about

KEEPMEALWAYSKEEPMEALWAYSKEEPME ALWAYSKEEPME

Knitting sneakers for the army
checking numbers off the telly
making plans with Mister Felstead
It does it no good it just needs more food
have you heard of Meltin’s worm, it finally killed
him to death, now his ma feeds it, the uniforms 
fits so she sends it to school instead
(i will always be inside)
Keep away, feed the worm, Meltin’s worm

Melodies for the deaf (colours for the blind)

All my life has been so missable
A goddam crying shame
Eyes to see with ears to hear
while those who’re not to blame
Can’t do what we take for granted
trapped in their own heads
I know if it were to happen now
I’d wish that I were dead

I complain about my looks
I feel bad ‘bout my hair
Jesus that’s so sad I admit it now
Why should anyone care
let me be your ears your eyes
your legs I’m what you need
I can’t go on living this life
Wrapped in my own greed

I don’t imagine I’ll go, you never wanted to 
be that way, I never wanted to be this way

I love the light that shines and the
sound that’s all around
I love the light that shines and the
sound that’s all around

And everyone knows
It’s hard to do and say what is right
But that’s allright
Cos we’ve got colours for the blind

Get on the bus

Though you know you have to go
It’s much too hard to do
Pack all your things
though you only have a few
We have got no business here
there’s nothing left for us
get on the bus...

Streets stretch out miles ahead
half blind wishing I’d come to bed
Where’s he? I told him there
on this day at this hour
I don’t wanna make a scene or cause a fuss
Here it is right on time, it really is a must
Get on the bus

Streets stretch out miles away
As we have this curse place on time
where next I’ve no idea
Ask the driver if you care
I don’t wanna make a scene or cause a fuss
Here it is right on time, it really is a must
Get on the bus

So we proved we’re alive
Showed that we can beat time
Another one joins the line of those who’ve died
But I still see
Yes I still hear
and Oh! what a time we had
Oh! what a time we had...

Everything is sorrow

And you know you shouldn’t have another cigarette but
nothing else makes sense, nothing else will recompense
and you get your loneliness out of a magazine you never
felt nothing at all no-one else will ever know another one
has dragged you home and sworn that you’re the only
one you dream they’ll play a special part you’ll write their
name across your heart but then it’s back inside your
head the thought that it will turn out bad a fleeting
glimpse of what is bound to be now the phone has lost
its voice you’re on your own again spend your time on
endless bedroom floor soliloquies the only voices you’ll
hear all day will it always be this way (yes) once you
recognise the truth that all is sad and you’re the proof you
might as well fight the day kick back at the pricks taht say
all is school and work no more break your back it’s not
your war disengage the only way to win opened up my
paintbox it had all turned to blue I worked in Birkenhead
for you it brings me tears even now you tried to kill me
break my will you almost won I hate you still the hated
suffer not what’s worse the hater carries round the curse it
eats me up the cancer that is you don’t paint blue all the
time know the truth read the signs live your life as a lie
you don’t have to die

Bullfrog green

He had a ticket but
what
was
weird
they found it in his ear
She gave a fortune to those in need
But her heart was saved
for
me
MONDAY IS MY BIRTHDAY, TUESDAY IS HER BIRTHDAY
BLUE BALLOON FOR YOU, RED BALLOON FOR HER

Outside the sky is filled with rain
And I’m glad to be home again, oh yeah?

The sky was bullfrog green
Man you would have been amazed
The rain beat up the fields
My mind turned from less fortunate days

What’s in the box? (see whatcha got)

It’s as big or if you want it
too small for the eye to see
Dare you take a peek inside it
forget yourself what can it be?
things you know you shouldn’t look at
Things you know you shouldn’t see
things my dad couldn’t explain
And things that others kept from me

It could be places you’ve not been
or something of which you’re ashamed
Sometime when you took the credit
Another when you look the blame

It’s in your head and in your heart
It’s everywhere you can see
c’mon kids and smash the lock
reach within and find the key
Crawl inside and leave the rest behind
C’mon now, look in the box and see whatcha got

Four saints

Leaves everywhere outside your house
running after you ‘cos you walk too fast
And we can’t find a cab
looks like the Northern line again
Remember that time outside your room
playing with the cat just me and you
It was my favourite time
My world stopped for just an hour

I am the voice 
but not the sound
I can go up 
yet still be down

And you don’t know the places that I’ve been to
you wouldn’t like mùe if you knew

(whatcha gonna do when it all breaks down?
whatcha gonna do when you lose the sound?)
Don’t remind me I cannot say
(What happened to the fire that got you through?
The days when nothing went right to you?)

Hey! nothing changed I’m still the same
Hey boy what’s the score don’t you give a shit 
about yourself no more?
If you don’t want me to be real don’t look up to me

There are three saints that shaped my life
Alban, Bede and Mary
I’ve nothing but disrespect for them
And for what they almost made me

Those who taught, taught what they were taught 
and not what they had learned

Sister I can’t feel what you feel let me try
Brother lay your arms down and open your eyes
I believe in love (wow!)
laugh if you must
I don’t care...
cos I don’t dare

New Brighton Promenade (for James)

New Brighton Promenade
what am I trying to say
you were just on my mind
do you remember me?

This life is not easy
but one thing that can please me
the memory of me and my friends
kickin’ round your shores

New Brighton Promenade
It’s Nineteen Eighty Three
for ever on the place
where the baths used to be

And time has passed quickly
The years have been kind to me
The memories go but my friends
will always be around

You still exist inside my head, there’s no
such thing as being dead
when somebody keeps your ghost inside
And if you looked inside my head you wouldn’t not
find a mind instead
Step into New Brighton Promenade

Fortunate Sons

You’re pretty and you know it
You’re stupid and you show it
If there’s a soul behind your face at all
I’m struggling to see it
Now smile for the camera
You’ve got what they’re after
Yes it’s all you wanted
But it’s that has suffer to suffer this
The best clubs in London you’ll always
be around them
but drinkin’ ain’t livin’ and
drinkin’ ain’t givin’
Nah drinkin’s just drinkin’s just drinkin’

My sister’s father had a wife
Whose husband had a father
Who taught me how to live
But died all alone
And I wish that I was with him
I could tell him all the things that he’s missed
And all the things that you think
When you think that you’re alone
But, man, you can’t see what’s going on
At the minute you can do nothing wrong
Yes you are a fortunate son
But you won’t fool the kids for long

Shelter

I remember at school there was always some fool
teaching us about the past
Pictures of kids, starving, eating out of bins
Man we all had to laugh
It’s hard to believe we were told with relief
It couldn’t happen now of course 
It’s easy to expound with your head in the ground 
I’ve since learnt that and more

What is there to do I’m allright so are you
but outside there are TB streets
You can cry a lot say ‘Oh! my God!’
but as an action it is incomplete
put money in the hands of those who understand
Give shelter of the roofless heads
It’s hard to deny when you open your eyes
and listen to yourself instead

And you’ll think you’ve gone crazy
but you hope it will pass
It’s a sickening feeling maybe it won’t last
It shouldn’t be happening at this point in time
With these houses standing empty

Ride the tiger (for Rebecca)

I don’t really need to be the way I are
I don’t really need to always go so far
I could get by on being alive but having no life
I don’t really need a fuel infected car
I don’t really need (or want) to be some kind of star
I could get by on being alive but having no life
You don’t really know what it is you ask
All that I want is to find some piece at last
take it further
Ride the tiger

(Ride the tiger poem: Geoff Bird)

One last hurrah

Words don’t mean a thing they tend to be just what is said to get by,
without a sign, of what is in your head, words alone cannot condone or
condemn anyone, ease your pain or rearrange something that’s been done,
but what’s to say anyway

One last time and then, I couldn’t manage
anymore, I know I should think more about it
I know I should try for one last hurrah