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FRIGHTENED [top of page]
Someone's always on my tracks
I've got shears pointed straight at my chest
Cause I'm in a trance
I couldn't live in those peephole places
Cause I'm in a trance
I feel trapped by mutual affection
Cause I'm in a trance.
I'm frightened.
I go to the top of the street
CRAP RAP 2/LIKE TO BLOW [top of page]
We are the Fall
Sucker X 9
No stars in the zone
I like to blow...
The years go in circles,
A spurs fan, a warrior,
Sucker, blow.
REBELLIOUS JUKEBOX [top of page]
I'm searching for the now
Head through a blue haze
Rebellious Jukebox yeah
No sounds at first came out
Rebellious Jukebox yeah
I'm looking for the home of the real
Drinkers from the slaughterhouse
Rebellious Jukebox yeah
I sidled up to a fruit machine
Rebellious Jukebox yeah
I'm searching for the now
NO XMAS FOR JOHN QUAYS [top of page]
The x in x-mas is a substitute crucifix for Christ
The powders reach
He thinks he is
A packet of three-five fives
Found talking to the cigarette machine
He spits in the sky
And talking about Frankie Lymon
Tell me why is it so?
Out of his face with The Idle Race
Although the skins are thin
I'll stay in
You
There is no Christmas for junkies
No X-mas for John Quays
MOTHER - SISTER! [top of page]
Er, what's this song about?
None
Reach or preach
Mother, Sister
Astray
Mother, Sister
The pylon
INDUSTIAL ESTATE [top of page]
Get off the Ind. Est.
Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate
Well you started here to earn your pay
Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate
Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate
UNDERGROUND MEDECIN [top of page]
(Your nervous system, your nervous system)
A spark inside
Every time I hear a new baby cry
And you get underground medicine
I found a reason not to die
I had a psychosomatic voice
Underground medicine
On my pants I spilled expectorant
TWO STEPS BACK [top of page]
Everybody likes me
Two Steps Back
I don't need the acid factories
Two Steps Back
Had a look at the free festivals
Two Steps Back
I meet my old friends there
Two Steps Back
Cracker Factory:
Note: [1] Julian is a reference to Julian Cope; "gear" is British slang for drugs
LIVE AT THE WITCH TRIALS [top of page]
We're still one step ahead of you
Tied to the Puritan Ethic
Eggheads, boneheads, queue
FUTURES AND PASTS [top of page]
I was in a sleeping dream
I was in a drunken dream
I understand but I don't see it
You can cry for your lost childhood
And it's time for the note, see it
Look at the woman of thirty-nine
They understand but they don't see it
I understand but I don't see it
MUSIC SCENE [top of page]
Oh aye you're a good lad
You should have met his brother
Well that stupid get
He thought he were envy of the music scene
Here comes long hair for the fair
Spat peanuts in my hair
And be part of the music scene
And aye you're a good lad
You should have met his brothers
He was part of the music scene
Leave a mark on the city
And behind our conscious minds
Yeah, we're part of the music scene
Part of the music scene
6 minutes!
6:40!
OK, studio, that's plenty
NOTES [top of page]
On the US version of the album, Various Times replaced Mother-Sister! and Industrial Estate
In a dark room you see more than you think
I'm out of my place, got to get back
I sweated a lot, you could feel the violence
And time moves slow when you count it
I'm better than them, and I think I'm the best
But I'll appear at midnight when the films close
and I sweat
I don't want to dance
I want to go home.
They might get to know my actions
I'd run away from toilets and faeces
I'd run away to a non-date on the street
and I sweat
I don't want to dance
I want to go home.
And I don't know how to use freedom
I spend hours looking sideways
to the time when I was sixteen
Amphetamine frightened
I go to the bottom of the street
I look to the sky, my lips are dry....
Northern white crap that talks back
We are not black. Tall.
No boxes for us.
Do not fuck us.
We are frigid stars.
We were spitting, we were snapping "Cop Out, Cop Out!"
as if from heaven.
I stay at home
I live on snacks
Potatoes in packs
I like to blow....
I like to blow
Concentration zone
the years go in circles
Hopes goes, I'm gone
Smoke comes, i go
happy no-hoper
Dull, manage,
I think slow.
I'm looking for the real thing, yeah
Waiting for the musical craze
We gotta taxi for Mr. Nelson
Taxi for Mr. Nelson
Rebellious Jukebox, oh
This machine had dropped out
But it made music to itself
Made music for itself
Rebellious Jukebox now
I want a happy time now
Weren't happy and went out
Noise resounds aloud
Noise resounds the lounge
Rebellious Jukebox oh
This I was imagining:
Some drinkers dancing at the bar
Drinkers dancing for the bar
Rebellious Jukebox now
I'm looking for the real thing yeah
No Christmas for John Quays
And the powders teach
And when you find they can't reach
There is no Christmas for junky
More interesting
Than the world
But buying cigs
Puts him in a whirl
555
A packet of those over there
And 20 special offer cigars
Into nicotinic acid
Good king Wenceslaus, he looked out
Silly bugger, he fell out
It falls in his eye
Then he gets to sit in
Talking to his kitten
Tell me why is it so?
Out of the room with his tune
He knows its up to him
To go out or stay in
I'll stay in
Me
X-Mas
X-Mas
No girls
No curls
Just the traffic passing by
Bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye
1,2,3,4
Er, nothing.
No recipes
It was like a see-saw
No
It was like an up and down
Bye bye
Mother, Sister
Mother, Sister
Why did you put your head in?
It's all a diminished return
Now
Floorboard
Creaks
Mother, Sister
Why did you push your head in?
Our Friends
And the fathers are underground
Your mouth is sold out
Mother, Sister
Why did you put your head in?
Get off the Ind. Est.
Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate
Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate
Clean neck and ears on your first day
Well we tap one another as you walk in the gate
And we'd build a canteen but we haven't got much space
And the crap in the air will fuck up your face
Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate
Boss can bloody take most of your wage
And if you get a bit of depression
Ask the doctor for some valium
Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate
Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate
(Underground medicine, underground medicine)
[Traverse up my hide]
And when it clicks
There's no resist
I thank my spark inside
Underground medicine
I'm but a nervous system
Underground medicine
A reason for the ride
The spark inside
When it hits the mind you get
Underground medicine
Underground medicine
I'm but a nervous system
Underground medicine
And one time it might come back
Underground medicine
I'm but a nervous system
Underground medicine
And the colonel shot better with 30 pints
They took his cup away
Take it away, take it away
[Used to 'ground] medicine
[Used to 'ground] medicine
[Used to 'ground] medicine
They think I'm crazy
Pull my string and I do my thing.
I've got mushrooms in the fields
Julian said "How was the gear?"[1]
They don't sell things to you over there
A cigarette goes out when you put it down.
They're like cinemas with no films
You could make a fire with the seats
You could boil up some cigar [cig-ah!] dimps
Or get into the sound
Wait for the ice cream to come around.
Two Doors Down
They queue up for cash there
They are part Irish
They have no conscience
They get threatened by the cracker factory.
A place where you get into the working routine again.
Rehabs for no hopes
Prefab for jobless dopes.
I still believe in the R and R dream
R and R as primal scream
Nonsympathetic to spastics
After all this, still a lonely bastard.
Queue for them
We were early and we were late
But, still, live at the witch trials....
When a policeman brought my mother home
By the window I didn't scream
I was too old for that
The pubs were closed
It was three o'clock
At the bottom of the street it seemed
There was a policeman lost in the fog
I understand but I don't see it
I understand but I don't read it
Futures and Pasts
Will you cry for our lost childhoods?
But remember how you hated it
And worse cause you couldn't state it?
And it's time for the note, say it
And it's time for the note, read it
Futures and Pasts
Look at the man of forty-nine
You can read their lousy lives
You can see their ugly face lines
They understand but they don't see it
I understand but I don't read it
Futures and Pasts
I understand but I don't see it
I understand but I don't read it
Futures and Pasts
Here is a pound note
The stupid bitch
They were made for each other
His mother was deaf and dumb
Played games with names
Of the place he'd worked
Of the women he tupped
Part of the choosy scene
Envy of the music scene
No pay just take on the way
Those bastards stripped me bare
In front of all those people
And all the leaves are brown
Envy of the choosy scene
Part of the music scene
Oh here is a new flat
That stupid twat
Made for each other
Real [fuckers]
That stupid kid
Played games with names
All the gigs he'd worked
And the women he'd fucked
Envy of the choosy set
Part of the music scene
I'll smash your doors down
Become a demolition worker
A metal construction worker
Our affections are turning grey
Envy of the choosy scene
Part of the music scene
Part of the choosy scene