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TOUCH SENSITIVE [top of page]
Hey Hey Hey …
Hey Hey Hey …
TOUCH SENSITIVE (Peel Session version)
Heeeey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Well everyone you meet,
Don't frown and you're a creep
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! .... Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
They say what about the money?
Yeah!
They're touch sensitive
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Touch sensitive
Houses line up
So you go behind a tree
TOUCH SENSITIVE (Dance Mix)
I know, I know, I know... F-'OLDIN' MONEY [top of page]
I went to the bank just to get a little money SHAKE-OFF [top of page]
Don’t give him spikenard or pot in the crackpoint viewpoint BOUND (by M E Smith / Wilson Brothers) [top of page]
And I guess you could just say it THIS PERFECT DAY (by The Saints) [top of page]
Don’t talk to me ‘bout what you done (JUNG NEV'S) ANTIDOTES [top of page]
Antidotes
ANTIDOTES (Peel Session version)
12345 INEVITABLE [top of page]
Like everybody you see, like everybody you see ANECDOTES + ANTIDOTES IN B# [top of page]
And if chewing gum is chewed THE CRYING MARSHAL [top of page]
Hey!
THE REAL LIFE OF THE CRYING MARSHAL (F-oldin' Money single B-side version)
Everybody wants regular, like you did, it’s early days BIRTHDAY SONG [top of page]
And though, my darling, MAD.MEN-ENG.DOG [top of page]
Da da da da dah ON MY OWN [top of page]
All the streets are blue and beshadowed today FINALE: TOM RAGAZZI (Vinyl LP only) [top of page]
Tom Raggi Raggi come down off the hill
I know, I know, I know …
In the cars or on the street
If you smile you are a creep
If you don’t say it’s very cold
You are drunk or too old
They say what about the meek?
I say they’ve got a bloody cheek
Vanity and presumption [?]
Living in the hard porn shop lately
I say Hey hey hey
Touch Sensitive
I know, I know, I know …
And you’re dying for a pee
So you go behind a tree
And a Star Wars police vehicle pulls up
I say gimme a taxi
Touch Sensitive
Touch Sensitive
If you don’t say it’s very cold
You are drunk or too old
It's Touch Sensitive
In the cars or on the street
If you smile you are a creep
It’s Touch Sensitive
If you don’t say it’s very cold
You are Touch Sensitive
Touch Sensitive
Say Hey Hey Hey
I know, I know, I know…
In the pubs and on the street
Is touch sensitive
If you smile you're a liar
If you don't say "It's bitter cold"
You're drunken, too
But I think that I'm industry [in the street?]
I think they've got a bloody cheeck
I'm livin' in a pawnshop weekly
[In Delia's]
What don't want a little kip
Old people worry about the milk
But in the street they call you filth
Volume tremors
Pass down your barber till your carrot speaks
Stand back and laugh
You are burstin' for a pee
Two coppers followed safe
That as will be the end
The best thing is to stay home
And have a wank
I know, I know, I know...
Hey hey hey hey...
I know, I know, I know...
Creep...
I know, I know, I know...
Hey hey hey hey...
And you're dying for a pee
So you go behind a tree
And a Star Wars police...
Creep...
I know, I know, I know...
Hey hey hey hey...
I know, I know, I know...
Hey hey hey hey...
When he told me their requirements I started feeling funny
He said "You ain’t got a house, you ain’t got a plot"
I ain’t got a window and I ain’t got a job
But it takes a lotta blue-backs to satisfy my honey
If I could get my hands on some f-oldin' money
Well, I went to the social just to get a little pension
I was sorely in distress, I was needing some attention
They said you don’t get a copper, you don’t get a dime
That’s why I broke his jaw, that’s why I’m doin’ time
But it takes a lotta blue-backs to satisfy my honey
If I could get my hands on some f-oldin' money
And then I got a letter off a lawyer in the city
It said "You gotta come and see me, boy, it really is a pity
Those savings you got - in the casino disappeared"
And he went out the window real quick, honey!
And I’ll do it all again but it may sound funny
If I could get my hands on some f-oldin' money
If I could get my hands on some f-oldin' money
Well I went to my banker just to raise a little money
He said "I’m glad to see ya", but I started feeling funny
He said "You ain’t got a house, you ain’t got a job"
I ain’t got a window and I ain’t got a plot
But it takes a lotta blue-backs to satisfy my honey
If I could get my hands on some f-oldin' money
F-oldin' money
F-oldin' money
F-oldin' money
F-oldin' money
Give me the teacher’s suit
If you deny the strong pot or ecstatic imbibed within
You will be end up in eyeball-injecting
A dads’ reassessed
A lesson to all to o’er
Give me the fright
Shakedown
He can’t find the lyric
He avoids death by fright
Your dad’s still facturing that spot in the Simple Minds reform
That will still be operational when you’re deaf
Don’t get them smoking the strong pot or all their crackpot viewpoints deny the strong pot
Micro-plastering
Micro-plastering
Micro-plastering
The wife is giving fright
Shakedown
Don’t give him spikenard or pot in the crackpoint viewpoints
Shakedown
Give me the …
Give me the teacher said
Shakedown
Induces death by fright
Induces death by fright
Shakedown
To fix the bathroom cistern
That spot in the room he cannot find
3 points below the Head and Shoulders
Natter Natter
Can’t find the cistern
Mr Strongpot
Shakedown
The connection says "play guitars all night"
If you deny that strong pot or ecstacy imbibed you will end up
Eyeball injecting with Domestos or household using chemicals that contain
Shakedown
A lesson to all to o’er
A lesson to all to o’er
A lesson to all to o’er
Natter natter
Is giving fright
Shakedown
Shakedown
Your dads arrive and your dads play guitars all night
Shakedown
Who let Mr Strongpot in their home
To fix the bathroom cistern?
The spot in the room he cannot find …
3 point below Head and Shoulders
Natter Natter
Can’t find the cistern
Mr Strongpot
Micro-plastering
Giving fright
Give me the...
And I guess you just c-c-c-couldn’t say it
You’re love-bound
Love-bound
You’re out of bounds
Like your mother in the rain
Past the boundaries again
And the operator man
Puts you on hold again
But you just will not say it
Too much chocolate-dip
Your half-foot sandals
You’re
Ah man, woman admit you’re teletubbied again
Love-bound
And you just couldn’t say it
And
And you just can’t understand it
And your marshall in the rain
Like a sheriff in the rain
Past the boundaries again
And you just can’t understand it
And you just can’t relate it
Love bound
And the marshall cries again
Like a sheriff in the rain
The TV lines are vain
Love bound
And you just can’t say it
And you just couldn’t just say it
Love bound
Love bound
I just can’t
I just couldn’t say it
And I just couldn’t say it
And the marshall cries again
And a man cries in pain
Love bound again
Broken
And I just couldn’t say it
And I just couldn’t say it
And I just couldn’t say it
Cos you’re love bound
You’re out of bounds
And you’re love bound
There’s nothing changed it still goes on
But I’ll keep laughing to the end
And I’ve been around this old big world
In all your cars and sexy bars
It’s all so funny …
You’re perfect day
Your mummy says
Your perfect day
… I can’t laugh
There’s no high times only bad
It’s all so bad I can’t go back
This perfect day
Your momma says
You don’t need no one to tell me what I don’t already know
Your mummy says
Your perfect day
Your mummy says
Your perfect day
I don’t need no one to tell me what I don’t already know
Don’t talk to me about what you done
There’s nothing changed it all goes on
Your perfect day
Your momma says
Don’t need no one to tell me what I don’t already know
I need nothing
I need no fun
I don’t need nothing
Nothing at all
And those who vote
Antidotes
Antidotes
Antidotes
And those who vote
Where chewing-gum is chewed
The chewer is pursued
Seventies
Every time
So second-rate about it
Antidotes and those who vote
Antidotes and those who vote
Antidotes and those who vote
Antidotes
No more inner-city for you
Antidotes and those who vote
Country
Carry on sir
Carry on sir
If liberty is
The sports-teaching kook
At liberty’s
The sports teacher’s
Antidotes
Antidotes and those who vote
Miss you, miss you, miss you...
Antidotes and those who vote
Antidotes
Antidotes and those who vote
Antidotes
Antidotes and those who vote
Antidotes
Miss you, miss you, miss you …
Antidotes
And those who vote
And in the hoose hidden
The chewing gum is chewed
Antidotes
The wacky sports teacher and the big fat body odour
In the class he tolerates their dads on teams
It's a carry on sir country
Antidotes
The chewing gum is chewed
The chewer is pursued
And in the back shed his shirt became a dog’s bone
Had scales on his face before he even reached the Sports Minister
Thanks to a country that’s so second-rate
Antidote
And dog’s…
And would Adams Family schitzophrenes vice film
cut it out shows people on the train and shouted it at the show round
The driver always wants to go round and round and round the
Antidotes
The driver drives (his skin again)
The driver
Alright
The word this world from the prams
Inevitable
I love to dance
And it’s Saturday again, very logical
You can just then pretend to be many
Say goodbye to your den in
It’s so happy on Saturday
Bounce around on Saturday
The peculiar call in the query of
In Burmese right on the calling
The calling
You have a right to say it
From the law of the planes and the prams
Inevitable
Inedible
Just pretend to be many
Pretend to be many
The radio jam said it
You have a right to say it
It’s beyond capable
In Burmese
Right on the calling
The calling
Happy times on a Saturday
The airwaves
Not since the Spring
Inevitable
Inevitable
Bye bye bye baby
Today
The calling
The truant is pursued
And the smoker is bestewed
In the Plaza hotel with an army of
Aristo-men
Antidotes
And those that vote
Shouting
Anecdotes
And those that vote
It was those that vote
I saw an evil laugh in the Plaza, yes
And the chair in the mirror
Comes over and over
And I met an evil laugh
And what the fuck is on the continents of
Australia and America and Arabia?
Ah...
Antidotes
Antidotes
Antidotes
Have you got
And I’m moving down the train over and over and over again
And the cost of tobacco is chewed
The truant is pursued
I’m walking round the street again and again and again
And you’re sat in your chair pleased
In the mirrors looking at you
From
Antidotes and
And those who wrote
Antidotes
And those that vote
Antidotes
And cooking anecdotes
Antidotes
And the chewing gum is chewed
The truant is pursued
And smoking is forbidden again and again and again
And the better knew that God is meek
The marshall left town over 16 times
Mainly for the fashion exhibition
Pulled in behind ya
He’s dead he said
So am I
So am I
So am I
The marshall left town over 16 times
Maybe to avoid the fashion exhibition
Tucked in behind
Said So am I, so am I
The marshall left town over 16 times
Mainly for the fashion exhibition
Pulled in behind ya
He’s dead he said
So am I
So am I
So am I
Pulled in behind ya
He’s dead he said
So am I
So am I
It’s early days
Shout!
The Crying Marshall
The Crying Marshall
The Crying Marshall
Left town over 16 times
The marshall left town over 16 times
Mainly for the fashion last hour of exhibition
On return pulled in behind you
If you’re dead he said so am I
The Crying Marshall
Left [inaudible]
Said to friends you’re dead
If you’re dead so am I
Everbody wants regular
Everybody wants regular, like you did, it’s early days
Ten AM
Ten, eleven PM
The Crying Marshall
If you’re dead so am I
Everybody wants regular, like you do
There is another side you never see
Another side
And know, darling,
You know it’s there, on the right
I’m pointing to it now
While you, your fragrance drags
It conveys me to the country
And is...
this...
your birthday?
As if by flight, behold
I am sat in a leafy winding spiral ablaze
Clad stones
Stocked up with pebbles
Rumbling
Trying to, like you, navigate without pains
And in dreams I stumble towards you,
Knees knocked, as you evaporate
Though I am teed up
I am in the next room with you always
Well mad men, mad men, mad men …
Mad
That man knew it, he thought he had lost the plot
X 6 lost the plot
Gone to the rottweillers
But, not a lot
The story - yellow card
The money’s in the bank
They lay on Monday
Platonic air core staff by banking staff
The mad English dog-man
Saying why the fuck did they object?
Older, wiser, more in debt
Won’t call the man for you is all
Then use your soul with fate
Mad men
Mad men
Mad men
And
It’s like laughing stock
People like you want to be like me - hard men
To sax and drumming Jazz FM
On my own, walking in sub-rain the street looks good today
Good luck to all that sail on the buses going the wrong way
I’m on my own
On my own
Sat in the street
All the advertisements
Walk round a corner
Padded junk mail and bills
In a big pile "Delay"
The blue street is looking good on my way
What do I see?
Cause I’m on my own, again
And I’m on my own
I’m on my own
On my own
The steps look different today
On my own
On my own
The government
The government is Blair’s
But I’m walking... down... street
And the web feather sound
Too red... [obscured]
I'm on my own
I’m spoken for, not
Cause I’m on my own again
Take a left to street of dark and blue
Cos on my own again
I’m on my own
Streets filled with foam
And they say "It’s a great day today, in the city of the quiet"
Give it to who she want
She give it to who she knows
She give it to your insurance systems
Tom Raggi Raggi come down off the hill
Circumnavigate the valley
Tom Raggi Raggi come down off the hill
Tom Raggi Raggi go down the hill
Circumn…
Give it to who she loves
Give it to your insurance systems
You don’t always end up with the Ragazzi Tom Raggi Raggi
She’s sharper
She’s sharper
Tom Raggi Raggi come down off the hill
Semi-circumnavigate the valley
Tom Raggi Raggi
Tom Raggi Raggi
She’s much sharper
You gotta semi-circumnavigate the valley
Tom Raggi Raggi
Give it to who she wants
Give it to to your insurance System
Tom Raggi Raggi comes off the hill
Semi circumnavigate the valley
Tom Raggi Raggi comes off the hill
Tom Ragazzi it’s [...]
Tom Raggi Raggi Ragazzi
Come down off valley of Rome
Tom Raggi Raggi vacate the hill
Tom Raggi Raggi
You gotta circumnavigate the valley, Tom Ragazzi
Cos she’s much sharper
She’s much sharper than you
Visco Marshall Visco Ragazzi Ragazzi come off the valley!