Lyrics
The Seeds of
Wom (2000)
plus
contemporary efforts
HERE
WE GO AGAIN
Here we go again
Sitting intent
on outsitting everyone
- but everyone
seems to be having more
fun
And I'm feeling
something's gone
- don't you notice?
And the world has bowed
its head
for the last time
And no - it's not just
that we're depressed
- oh and you say:
"I don't know if
we're alive"
Pity on our souls
- do we even have souls?
And the scientists
They think
that it's all a silly
shame
that we're all such silly
dames
for believing
that this life isn't all
it seems
it's no wonder
that people cling to what
they see
on the T.V.
- and are we really alive?
But our culture is numbing
And sex is handled like
plumbing
And anyone who resists is
told:
"It's not art"
or "it's too bold"
Try to make some sense
People incensed
- a bed in the gallery
But anyway, we're all
still asleep
See the faces on the
street
Like the zombies
And it's time that we
stopped being so intent
On leading dull lives
The conversation is all
spent
So hoard the ideas
And if we should ever
awake:
The world has bowed its
head
'Cause it's turned off
So tear your clothes up in
to shreds
No it won't help
- but I'll find an answer
quite soon
THIS
PERFECT DAY
The sun came up
and a cloud jumped in front of
it
- This Perfect Day
Made the early bus
but it broke down
in smoke
- This Perfect Day
and then I see you
and all the
sentences go the way wrong round round
Oh come and see
I've
dropped my coffee on the pocket TV
My best friend's
housemate
died of scurvy
- This Perfect Day
The CD I want's
been
deleted deleted deleted
- This Perfect Day
and then I
see you
and all the heads of the flowers fall into the gutter
Oh
fiddle-de-dee
I was queueing at two now I'm queueing at
three
Someone's eaten all the biscuits
Someone's drunk the
tea
Someone's forcing a change with all established policy
a
woman read my palm, she said:
'change is on the way' and I
chortled
oh but you have to wonder
is there more in the skies
than clouds and thunder
Call a cab home - call for a cab
Call
a cab home - call for a cab
Call a cab home - call for a cab
Well
I think I'll walk without my brolly
Call a cab home - call for a
cab
Call a cab home - Call For It Call For It
a woman read my
palm, she said:
'Don't go wearing slogan tee-shirts'
The sun came up
and a cloud jumped in
front of it
- This Perfect Day
The CD I want’s been
deleted deleted deleted
- This Perfect Day
The multitracker
won’t
work like it should do
- This Perfect Day
CEMETERY
SOPHIE
Cemetery Sophie sat down
next to me
and told me a little tale
about a man who went to
his grave
long before he died
As we sat in the cemetery
Sophie said:
"Isn't life a waste?
We're given all of this
time
Yet we throw it all away."
"Do you think I'm
strange?
'Cause there are people
who think
that I'm mentally
deranged."
Well I said - "don't
worry:
If you are mad - then I am
too,
If you feel sad - I will
be here for you,
If you feel bad - just let
me pull you through,
'Cause you make me glad
I live my life just to be
with you."
Cemetery Sophie lay back
on the grass
As I told her the tale
Of a man who killed
himself
'Cause he thought his life
was in vain
So we lay around and we
skipped around
And we held each other's
hands
And then we wept with
tears of irony
As we rolled on holy land
But I'm sure they don't
mind
They'd tell us if they
disapproved
"Hold on to me
tonight
Until the morning light
comes over the stones
- and oh Sophie:"
If you are mad - then I am
too,
If you feel sad - I will
be here for you,
If you feel bad - just let
me pull you through,
'Cause you make me glad
I live my life just to be
with you."
A pair of squirrels
dancing in the tree
A flock of starlings
dreaming in the breeze
And me and Cemetery Sophie
TICKETMAN
Hot carriage too loud
Can’t hear the music
on
my Walkperson
It’s a Ticketman
Give me the restroom
Show me the restroom
- there must be a restroom
Understated movements
Don’t look at me
Don’t size me up
- there’s someone
with a
notebook
Do you think she likes
Beefheart?
Do you think she likes
Zappa?
Or Britney’s shears?
A man who looks like a
young John Gielgud
Sitting up straight with
too many clothes
It’s a Ticketman
Wants your ticket - wake
up
and smell the sweat
and the odour rose
No threat of rain today
on’t look at me
Don’t size me up
- I need a holiday
In the lap of the Gods
or my favourite Muse
Give me the station
Show me the station
or I’ll have to kill
you
all
THOSE
GERMS
Bobby shakes the soap from
his hands
He's worried noone
understands
These things must be
adhered to
Or they start to eat away
Never allowed to eat fish
or cheese
Bobby gets so hard to
please
Always takes his wipes
around
So the surfaces can be
freed
Of germs
Pity his sister
She tries her best to help
But he's not listening
And he's careful not to
touch her
For fear
Couldn't sit down on a bus
Those seats are filled
with hair and pus
And he's taken to an
oxygen mask
So he can't breathe in all
Of those germs
Supermarket - a nightmare
Running home but mustn't
sweat
Wrap the stove in
cellophane
And never touch the
handles
Never touch the handles
On the doors
Nephew cries - big
surprise
The party didn't go to
plan
For children are so dirty
And Bobby's got the keys
To the door
Mr Doctor is waiting for
your call
The telephone is there in
the hall
You can even wipe it first
Before you start
discussing terms
With those germs
TRAIN/CAMPUS
The
pre-Leicestershire countryside rolls past as I adjust my
earphones
and ponder pendants. Avoid eye contact with the pedantic
driver and
adjust political beliefs to avoid throttling tabloid
absorbant padman
diagonally ahead. Elisa you are my comfort for
the day.
The student radio has decided to popularise. Piano
rooms are
thinly-soundproofed so "sewper" arpeggios from
Mr Middle Class next
door can be heard. Nestle products are
boycotted but cigarettes are
stocked. Graffiti in the library
makes me vomit mentally down the
throat of the alleged adult
sitting in the next reading cubicle eating
ham, cheese and pickle
sandwiches through his self-browned fingers.
NEVILLE’S
TOYS
Neville was not very
clever
Neville had velcro
fasteners
The teachers liked to
fasten people's mouths up
Neville thought that books
were dangerous
Neville liked the Galaxy
Rangers
They liked to shorten
people's range
Would you like to paint
Would you like to play
with toys
Don't be a toy of the
system
You wanna learn to stick
up for yourself
Teachers knew the school
was crumbling
Governors sat in meetings
mumbling
"We'll do anything to
help unless it costs"
Neville spent his
schooldays playing
Neville had some yellow
crayons
He liked to stick them up
his nose
Now do you suppose
That's what happened to
his life
Don't be a toy of the
system, Neville
You wanna learn to stick
up for yourself boy
Don't let the system piss
you about
You wanna learn to take
control of your life
Go on Neville and sue the
buggers
That'll teach them to
teach you nothing
You gotta learn to do
something about it fast
Neville's parents, what
are you doing?
Eating chips and blindly
screwing
Don't you care, you
"husband" and "wife"
Now Neville's life is
tumbling down the pan
Don't be a toy of the
system, Neville
You wanna learn to stick
up for yourself boy
Don't let the system piss
you about
You wanna learn to take
control of your life
THE
GUEST
I dive in the kitchen as
she sits on the sofa
She's taken her coat off
so I turn the heating down
She is your friend -
that's all very well
But how could you invite
her round?
How could you invite her
round?
She watches the telly like
an icecube wouldn't melt
Swapping titbits - oh I
have to close my eyes
And hum a tune in my head
How could you invite her
round?
How could you invite her
round?
I thought I'd explained
She's got someone else's
face
It's like Invasion Of The
Body Snatchers
I try to ignore you as you
say I'm being childish
But she's clogging up my
head with thoughts I thought were dead
She is your friend -
though God knows why
But how could you invite
her round?
I thought I'd explained
And her voice is just the
same
It's like a professional
impersonator
I stay in the kitchen for
as long as I can bear
I come back through and
she catches my eye
I glare back - this is not
the perfect evening
But how could you invite
her round?
How could you invite her
round?
How could you invite her
round?
DEATH
IN THE FAMILY
A single crystal tear upon
a silver-tinted lip
- why do I have to be so
eloquent?
There's been a death in
the family
A death in the family
There's been a death in
the family
...and a little sadness
too
Flowers in a vase
We've both seen better
days
- once again I curse my
irreverence
There's been a death in
the family
A death in the family
I'm too old for teenage
angst to cry
And screaming doesn't help
So I'll just sit here and
practice what to say
"Why is it always the
best ones?" I say
"always the best
ones"
"Why is it always the
best ones",
and it's still not me
"Why is it always the
best ones",
and it's still not me
Among the blessed ones
- would you like a cup of
tea?
TWUBBLE!
Down at the bottom of the
garden was a tongue-shaped walkway that was all soft when you walked
on it but there locked away behind the bush, behind the reach of
everything else, even further away than the clitorish flower which
was rarely found, was the Ideas Burst supplement-giving plant. Imogen
the Naughty Switch wended her prickly way through to the Ideas
Burst plant, and she soon drank up its idea-formulating juices, which
the origins of were a mystery to all but the most specialised
interior decorators, anyway Imogen loved to masticate so she chewed
on a severed Wham! bar that she'd commandeered in the street and then
set to work on an idea splurge for Adrian's face.
Imogen went to a car park
and laid under a car practising traffic calming measures.
HDYMTBSLB
EVERYONE?
How do you manage to be so
loved by everyone?
I'd love you to show me
your secret
Though I think I can guess
where you keep it
And it may sound kind of
funny
But I really thought I was
the one
Suppose I'd better back
out now
And leave you to your fun
Welcome to the world of
the charity case
Don't get too close or you
might dirty your face
Oh - but you're not gonna
like what you see
You might even be a little
unhappy
Though I know it won't
last for long
About as long as your
average song
How do you manage to be so
loved by everyone?
Do you use some kind of
potion
That twists people's
emotions?
And it may sound kind of
funny
But I really thought I was
the one
Seems I'm not the only
person
To get the picture wrong
Welcome to the world of
the charity case
I should call you a cab
'cause it's not your place
Yes the flowers and the
dresses are more your scene
Your heart's too rich if
you see what I mean
But I'm not gonna tease
for long
Not quite as long as your
average song
ICECREAM
KISSES
I'm dreaming of -
I don't know where I am
or what I'm doing here
but you're there
You're there.
Like a casual social
commentator
Venus fly-repellent
I can't hear what you're
saying
but you write some of it
down
and half-smile with your
eyes
with your mouth
I am tingling
I am weak at the knees
I am flushed
Blood racing through my
veins
I am young...
I am tingling
I am weak at the knees
Jelly Tots and icecream
kisses
oh - you draw me in
I should like to stay with
you
all night and
watch the sun come up in
June
I should like to stay with
you
in your room
I should like to give you
gifts
from Nature
all the sweetest we can
find
I should like to stay with
you
in your mind
in your mind
in your mind
in your mind.
- - - - OTHERS - - - -
Support
Song
I've given up on finding
support here
We must fend for ourselves
this year
She said get yourself a
social life
And was thinking just
don't make it mine
I thought fine
And I picked up a magazine
Turned to the lonely
hearts
But they're not lonely
enough, it seems
At least not for me
I've been giving to
charity in the street
Cos I hoped I'd meet a
nice collector
Even dabbled with the
Krishnas
Though it's too much
trouble to learn their scriptures
I've been sitting in the
town square
Well somebody might come
along
Reading a book to show
that I'm sensitive
I must be doing something
wrong
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