cheech

We re going back on the road  with cheech and billy McCarthy
in the back of the van with..
sing our drippy ballads,

We ll drink the wine in Milan...

dance with Normandy slags
Where is Turkmenistan???

much needed trip for the lads...

Copenhagen ain't bad
party like its our last

Support from rld with..
It's all a part of the plan...
They'll lend you a hand..

Oversea over sand..
That's the lay of the land..
Fuck you ignorant chavs!

It's folky this folky that...
Coppers thrown in a hat
Monarchy's full of twats

Fuck TV

Too Much Blood

1.I've waited 34 yrs for her phone call, but there's no phone call so I head to St Paul's;
When you're waiting for God it's like a train that never comes, so you're stood on the platform as the Autumn rain falls.

we re back on the crack, cos black dog he's back, well we've never read the books and we don't have the looks, so we'll be smoking the rock...
we're back on the crack - cos life cuts no slack.
Well we've never heard of Nietzsche, drink vodka by the litre, there's too much blood on the tracks but they're looking good. 

2.I've had a week on the sauce so work has gone out the window; told them it was the flu,
but this malaise is not new; never got over the hate of my teenage yrs; being alive's fucking useless, it's absurd and unreal, so...

3.across a motorway bridge on a downtown bus
in the back of a taxi past the park street drunks
standing top of Ashley hill looking 'cross this town
how the fuck did we get here
amongst the grey and black and brown, well...

-here's to the hard stuff, no love from your mum, I'll meet you in the park by the pub.

(Now we're on the train to Easton, our father used to beat us...)

There's too much blood on the tracks.
we're gonna move to Stroud for rehab.
I hope that we can turn it around

Frightening verse

Frightening verse
Days are numbered and I dont trust the future anymore ..still trying to find that stolen warp core so I can achieve lift off and get off this rock and go see the galaxy of stars I ve always dreamed about..it would be nice to have a few year's happiness before the darkness really sets in, before the road gets too rocky and it s too far to see. "dyou Ever get the feeling that you have already lost and all this is just a meaningless third place play-off? There is nothing left to lose so go and play like you don't care anymore "  "already lost" Trouble is bro, courtesy of that acid trip I have seen behind the curtain and I know this life is all bollocks,it s a hoax, our lives are like trying to draw a picture on a waterfall. The nihilist who doesn't kill himself is kidding himself.i can t kid myself anymore. Is there any point fighting anymore for a few years of happiness that will come crashing down even harder than before. we Already lost a long time ago welcome to this cold new reality where innocence is lost and your youth is gone.

I dont trust the future anymore ..still trying to find that stolen warp core so I can achieve lift off and get off this rock and go see the galaxy of stars I ve always dreamed about..it would be nice to have a few year's happiness before the darkness really sets in, before the road gets too rocky and it s too far to see. "dyou Ever get the feeling that you have already lost and all this is just a meaningless third place play-off? There is nothing left to lose so go and play like you don't care anymore "  "already lost" Trouble is bro, courtesy of that acid trip I have seen behind the curtain and I know this life is all bollocks,it s a hoax, our lives are like trying to draw a picture on a waterfall. The nihilist who doesn't kill himself is kidding himself.i can t kid myself anymore. Is there any point fighting anymore for a few years of happiness that will come crashing down even harder than before. we Already lost a long time ago welcome to this cold new reality where innocence is lost and your youth is gone.

dress like refugee

I hate you hippy fucker,
Dont like that food youre cooking,
Cant stand yr reggae music, or that thing u call dub, it s shit
Youre in your van at shambala
Loaded on your ketamine
Yr veg box is organic, so that s ok go smoke your weed.

I hate you your Day-Glo/hippy/dreadlful hair do, must we walk the same streets, you hippy fool

You've got a lot of money, but you dress like refugee, well you can shove your yoga up your arse and your reiki,
cos 1990 s over, rave has died and ecstasy is really weak and gouchy, like yr front room on Sunday,


The spanish love it here, women s lib at the canteen, you had a pop at Tesco, then charge me £4 fr my coffee. Who da  thought that counter culture meant dressing so shabbily
You voted Green where did it get ya? You almost made me vote Tory.

cider

Give me cider on my rider please little rich well your'e never the first and you're never the last little sip, stowford press and Gloucester best, old Rosie how you spoke to me, and she said, 'well it s such a way to pass the day when you're feeling low, such a way good to go, and I m asking do you drink when you're alone, yes I m asking'.

Give me cider on my rider please little miss, well your'e never the first and you're never the last little kiss,
there's been Rebecca there s been Hilary, Samantha oh you spoke to me and you said:
'well it s such a way to pass the day when you're feeling low, such a way good to go, and I m asking do you drink when you're alone, yes I m asking'.

Give me cider on my rider please little miss, well your'e never the first and you're never the last little kiss,
do you drink when you're alone,

do you drink when you're alone...

BACHELOR PAD

LIVING ALONE -well I get up when I like
And I wash up if I like
I got plenty more time for Adrian Chiles on the radio
And writing concept album number 22

I ve arranged the flat nice
pizza on the menu every nite
I go to bed when I like
Look it s way past 2 o clock
I haven't done my washing, I not wearing socks
The loneliness I can almost touch

I got the fruitfliesfor company
Think I all start writing that symphony
A lot of books still in boxes
The washing up is really stacking up
The bills I can t pay keep.on building up
The loneliness I can almost touch

Sat on the floor in my flat
Well I feel safest of all
I can lock all my doors
my bicycle s in the shed downstairs
the leccy s on a meter, it costs .......

Living alone: I get dressed when I like
I don t even have to try
To impress the passer by

I mooch around in the afternoon
And re using plastic spoons
The loneliness...

The smell has start to settle in
The mouse lives in the recycling
But I like his company
1 squeak for yes 2 squeaks For no
I m spending too much time sat here alone
The loneliness...

i m so proud of u

she found a job changing nappies and washing up our plates
her colleague got depression so she stepped up to take their place
she learnt the ropes quite quickly and she doesn't act a prick
her employer used, abused her then sent her back to tend the sink...

she s off the crack - and she wants her life back
well she s never read the books & she doesn't have the looks
but she s off the crack;
she s off the crack; we shld give er a clap
well she s never heard of Nietzsche, drinks vodka by the litre
but she s off the crack, I'm so proud of you.

her marriage brown down but she didnt miss a beat;
she kept herself going - not with crack but cups of tea
she said i've given up on so much bullshit in my life
i m not afraid to leave now if some bloke treats me like shite...

CHORUS

other people don't respect her can t see the joy she gives
but i ll always bump her fist and give her my best grin
she s waiting on that council house she ll be a granny soon
her daughter crystal's up the duff - a granny at 32!

CHORUS

she s off th hard stuff, she off the rough love,
she s avoiding the pub, making amends with her mum

(a sorry twist in the tail tho...)

so she gets a fone call from her ex, she was at bingo
he s moving back west and he really wants her to know
ol' Bobby is a drinker - he gets nasty after a few
but he wants to see his daughter
she s scared & don t know what to do...

she s back on th crack cos old bobby's back (in town)
now she s on the train to easton her daddy used to beat her
too much blood on the tracks X2

she ll maybe move to stroud for rehab
then maybe she cld turn it around...i m so proud of you.

Pintsize Bi

(written by alex kirkup & james johnston)

we've had enough to drink to drown our silent cry, moisture collects at the rim of his eye

 living with his wife and his wife's new boyfriend, he sits on his bed with his Kellogg's cornflakes

his words of wisdom got socialist leanings garnered from his sexual adventure

 a teenage boy before the advent of grindr, spending his nites with an axe to grind her

--in a cycle of worry and drug addiction 

booze on the bus and booze at the station

it's closing time as we rush to the shelter

back in the 90s it was better

but now we spend all our evenings in the boozer

as if we've given up on the future

no holiday but the cider's on offer

cheaper than a plane to Oslo

all alone on the upper floor of the 49 back to Dudley,
Looking out over Merry Hill, he don't wanna go home,
 Graffiti stains under neon streetlight, (thru the gloom they dont shine ) west midlands bus and we re going nowhere,
in the heart of the Black Country, yam alrite if u do not dream he don't wanna go home

--

will we find ourselves, will we find someone, it s getting pretty late still she hasn't come

the screen on the bus stop says in half an hour, but fuck the future the present's is awful now...


all your efforts failed, teenage dreams have died,
left waiting for the day when hearts collide
i always thought that happiness came when you met someone
these days nothing is certain but the lack of affection.

but keep your head up man this life don't last and it s hard to breathe...

you said the key to being happy is a clear conscience but I don't see how you can living in the bushes

Noone's Gonna Save Me

I've been selling myself short
ignoring the words of our good Lord
I have been slumming it for years
now every day i wear this bitter sneer

But I'm done with all you poor, who were never taught to think or read fuck all
who live their lives from A to B, and to their depths been dragging me.

I really thought I d make it and live the life
now I m walking with the boring thru the streets of Scummyside.
I could have been an artist or worked a sweat to feed the poor
or lived in foreign lands white sands just outside my door.
now i m stuck in mediocre, in this half-light in St Paul's
the truth was once a whisper that never became a roar

I tried to write my story, God I'd hoped they'd let me in
my mind wont let me focus whilst my heart feels everything
I looked around for answers, from without: girls drugs and DRINK
but no one's gonna save me it's true REAL CHANGE COMES FROM WITHIN.

The truth has many enemies, the lie has many friends,
I've been dancing with these devils,:Ego, Lust and Selfishness;
There's nothing else I'll  keep on hoping, keep on wanting, knocking doors
But it s the hope that kills you I was told, that keeps you coming back for more .

The truth has many enemies, the lie has many friends,
I've been dancing with these devils, Ego, Lust and selfishness;
Looks like I ll  keep on hoping, keep on wanting, knocking doors
But it s the hope that kills you I was told, that keeps you coming back for more .

show me restraint

pills and wine and act the swine, hanging out in local dives
escape the winter and the wind, ghost of parties on the piss
ketamine and cheap cocaine, i's my way to dodge the rain
thinking thoughts I shouldn't be thinking heart's frozen still

so dose me up and send me reeling I have lost all sense of me
chase me from the bar I m pleading drive me to the library
been working this laboratory - show me restraint

little town I guess you've heard the lies of those party here?
they'll dose you up with ephedrine for another nite out on the scene
summer swinging it s the same, hangover from the months of rain
thinking thoughts I shouldn't be thinking heart's frozen still

so dose me up and send me reeling I have lost all sense of me
chase me from thr bar I m pleading drive me to the library
been working this laboratory - show me restraint

show me restraint

too much

am i being too hard on my self?
and am i making it too complex
settle down find a wife
find a town ride it out
judge jury executioner in my mind

am i living a worthy life?
am i doing what is right and on time?
a purposeful life seems always out of reach
confusion confusion and muddled beliefs.

'i came here t drink but noone wants to sell me any booze

i ll live that purposeful life if i figure out what s right
i m well aware what s wrong, what i cannot stand up for

am i 
there are too many worlds to inhabit
too many possible futures
too many people
 too much space, too many days, too many nites
too much stuff and too much inevitable waste
i wish to simplify, to focus on what to me is right 
and this city doesnt help, distraction to my left and right.

a pure form 
sieve out the clutter in my brain, wash it through with cool water
too many lists, too many emotions, too many hang ups and phobias
too many thoughts, too many rules, forms, emails spreadsheets, religions, 
too much choice but not enough time
too many wants,  needs, too much tv, too many channels, too many fucking photographs, overload, too much too much, saturation point. how can y really appreciate what you have if there is too too much
too much stress, too much distraction. how can we sit with ourselves when the world is out there screaming for our attention 24 hours a fucking day?

Underwater //Alternative Version\\

1. what's the point in ever living yr life if at the tunnel's end you don't see a light?
world's a mess and y live in the dark, you ll never understand what is in yr heart;
we re written in the sand, going thru the motion but the motion is mad;
i m up fr answers but we ll never know, we ll never know, we ll never know.


2. your getting boring your getting dull ran outta dreams and ya settled down;
prams in the hall, moved outta st Paul's did as y were told told to conform;
life's written in the sand so it s sad how easily you got beaten down
a toke on Friday and Glastonbury, conformity comes easily.

3. there s too much TV there s too much wealth too much distraction from yourself;
too many fotos too many bands, front up to the meta question in hand;
you're written in the sand, if you don't face up you ll be that man;
who spent his summer chasing wealth now winter's come and it's fucked with yr health.


4. so what's the point in living their life, they brought you up scared too easy to fright;
you're gonna die and there s no why - there is no reason don't fucking try;
we re written in the sand, don't believe the motion just believe in the why;
i was up for answers but i m fine with why, i m fine with why, just pass that wine.

atomised

Atomised - half alive - U left the hive; now you're walking through Lawrence hill

 The big black - Sunday's back: and WHY THE FUCK are you're walking through baptist mills?

Atomised - you've see the price on the streets; walking through  Lawrence hill

You left home - joined the poor- workhouse wall; as yr walking through baptist mills

//IN THIS CITY NO ONE TALKS to you
NO ONE LOVED YOU;
AND TIRED ST PAUL -
IS NOT TAKING ANYBODY IN TONITE\\
.......................

(Atomised) - God you've tried - to break down - the space between you and i

Yes you've tried -days go by - you get cold - the yard becomes a mile

...........................

(atomised) - western ties - do not bind; in this voyeuristic life 
there's a town over the hill- so we dream- always of somewhere else.

.

ATALANTA

1.
She s been drinking alone, cafe by the cathedral
cos shes been thinking of home, thinkin bout the West midlands

Cos she doesnt't know where to go why'd the world get so little?

And Martin he's gonna go, but she aint gonna stop him...this time.


2.
Shed been runnin it down - th mid west haunts that haunt her
 traversing a shore to a shore, realised, she never found better.
Tired of moving around and so tired getting nowhere.
Well she cld move it along, but to where? for what reason? so keep it here.


3. one more roll of the dice or stuck here forever,
City under the sea?  town bove th mountains?
 Shes been running around up that hill getting nowhere
 If she cld make a deal with God shed start again, why won't He reveal Himself..?


Outro:
Shes been drinking with friends dog and duck in th old harbor.
She ll soon be drinking alone every nite when the loss hits her down there.

City Under the Sea

1.shes been thinking of home thinkin bout the West midlands
 She s been drinking alone, cafe by the cathedral
 & she doesnt know where to go How she made her world so little
And she knows he s gonna leave and that she aint gonna stop him.

1.Daytrips mom n dad in the car, to Clee hills, the river at Worcester.
Times when she felt.so whole, her whole life before her.



2.Shed been runnin it down.th mid west haunts that made her
 But now she s travelled about, she realised she never found better.
so Tired of moving around but so tired getting nowhere.
she cld make another move, but to where? for what reason?

2.She s standing halfway thru looking back looking onward,
she dont really got a clue where to go, who to turn to.
She s been having thoughts, thoughts of change and adventure,
but she s not 21 anymore, takes her 3 days after a bender..



3.one more roll of the dice or it's stuck here forever
To a city under the sea or a town bove th mountains
 Shes been running around up that hill getting nowhere
 If she cld make a deal with God shed start again far from Bristol.

3.Shes been drinking with friends dog and duck in th old harbor.
 She ll soon be drinking alone every nite when the loss hits her...
Nothing ends th way you d hope but nothing cums if u do nothing. And nowhere s where you ll get to b if a dream loses it s focus...

Outro: Theres no living in a city under the ocean,
 (theres no living beside th sea, there s no comfort among th forest
there ll never be a place for her t get free)




"Ariel, of Vodka Wisdom;) It means a big sweet nothing. without a reason this life is most unsatisfying at its core.to find reason is up to you, but if you cant rouse yourself to find a reason, (which you wont if y r abject anyway) you wont find one, so this is catch 22. Isnt it? And i am left stuck in this endless cycle of hope and despair,hope & despair, hope & gettin nowhere.O th futility. Deadwood Forest..." I ve walked th streets of bristol, bangkok, birmingham, barcelona and brussels and the same expressuons i see on every face. Th grim ghastly face of resignation, like the spectre at th feast, occasionally thrown into relief, usually on a weekend by the grinning gurning idiot on the street corner... Why is it you never receive what you want most? ??

the man who burnt... (version 2)

v1)
life don't come easy - and nothing come quick;
the candle's dimming - and she never showed;
these journeys bore me - rats race beside me;
if we're not winning - you'd better drive me to the capital...

Ch)
So set your town on fire: We'll  burn office block and church spire
 So set your town on fire: & watch Sally's eye burn a bit brighter...
Won't you burn burn for the world?

v2)
a hilltop village - a cottage in June
these postcards drew me - now I came to lose
these journeys bore me - rats race beside me;
if we're not winning - you'd better drive me to the capital

outro)
A DUDLEY SLEEPER CELL
FORGOTTEN BEAUTY QUEEN
A WRAP OF KETAMINE
AND PINT OF GASOLINE