1978 – 1979

[The Smith / Dempsey / Tolhurst Cure]

Killing an Arab

Standing on a beach   With a gun in my hand   Staring at the sea   Staring at the sand   Staring down the barrel   At the Arab on the ground   See his open mouth   But hear no sound

I’m alive   I’m dead   I’m the stranger   Killing an Arab

I can turn and walk away   Or I can fire the gun   Staring at the sky   Staring at the sun   Whichever I choose   It amounts to the same

Absolutely nothing

I’m alive   I’m dead   I’m the stranger   Killing an Arab

Feel the steel butt jump   Smooth in my hand   Staring at the sea   Staring at the sand   Staring at myself   Reflected in the eyes of   The dead man on the beach

The dead man   On the beach

I’m alive   I’m dead   I’m the stranger   Killing an Arab

 

10.15 Saturday Night

10.15   Saturday night   And the tap drips   Under the strip light   And I’m sitting   In the kitchen sink   And the tap drips   Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip…

Waiting   For the telephone to ring   And I’m wondering   Where she’s been   And I’m crying for yesterday   And the tap drips   Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip…

It’s always the same…

 

Accuracy

We sit in the same room   Side by side   I give you the wrong lines   Feed you

Look into my eyes   We both smile   I could kill you   Without trying

That’s accuracy   Practice all day for accuracy

Mirror mirror on the wall…

 

Grinding Halt

No light   No people   No speak   No people   No cars   No people   No food   No people

Stopped   Short   Grinding halt   Everything’s coming to a grinding halt

No sound   No people   No clocks   No people   No fine   No people   No me   No people

Stopped   Short   Grinding halt   Everything’s coming to a grinding halt

Slow down   Slow down   No people   Slow down   Everything’s coming to a …

 

Another Day

The sun rises slowly   On another day   The eastern sky grows cold   Winter in water colours   Shades of grey

Something   Something holds me hypnotized…

I stare at the window   Stare at the window   Waiting for the day to go   Winter in water colours   Shades of grey

 

Object

You know you turn me on   Eyes so wide and legs so long   But don’t try to talk to me   I won’t listen to your lies   You’re just an object in my eyes

Sophisticated smile   You seduce in such fine style   But don’t try to fool me Because I can see through your disguise   You’re just an object in my eyes

But I don’t mind   I just don’t care   I’ve got no objection   To you touching me…

Object object object object…

You know just what to do   Lick your lips   And I want you   But don’t try to hold me   Because I don’t want any ties   You’re just an object in my eyes

But I don’t mind   I just don’t care   I’ve got no objections   To you touching me…

You’re just an object   Object object object   You’re just an object

 

Subway Song

Midnight in the subway   She’s on her way home   She tries hard not to run   But she feels she’s not alone   Echoes of footsteps   Follow close behind   But she dare not turn around…

Turn around…

 

Meathook

I went into the butchers   I said wanted wanted wanted some…   Meat   Pass me some of that steak over there   It looks so…   Sweet

I lost my heart to a meathook!

That butcher man was some…   Lady   He really stole my heart   He hung me up on his meathook   A real piece of…   Slaughterhouse art

I lost my heart to a meathook!

There’s a meathook in my heart   Tearing me all apart   Ripping out my insides   But I just can’t get away   I can’t leave my   Meathook

 

Fire in Cairo

Slowly fading blue   The eastern hollows catch   The dying sun   Night time follows   Silent and black   Mirror pool mirrors   The lonely place   Where I meet you

See your head   In the fading light   And through the dark   Your eyes shine bright

And burn like fire   Burn like fire in Cairo   Burn like fire   Burn like fire in Cairo

Shifting crimson veil   Silken hips slide   Under my hand   Swollen lips whisper my name   And I yearn   You take me in your arms   And start to burn

F.I.R.E.I.N.C.A.I.R.O   Then the heat disappears   And the mirage   Fades away…

F.I.R.E.I.N.C.A.I.R.O

Burn like a fire in Cairo   Burn like a fire   Blaze like a fire in Cairo   Blaze like a fire   Flare with a wonderful light   Like a fire in Cairo   Burn like fire   Burn like   Fire in Cairo

 

So What?

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I’m not meant to be here   But so what?   Nobody’s taken your place   Nobody’s taken your place

Each set includes   A turntable   A nine-inch icing bag   With six high definition nozzles and adaptor   And a fifteen inch food decorating bag   With three piping nozzles!   Please send off this leaflet   Post it today…

And if you knew   Nothing could replace you   If you were sane   Your heart wouldn’t ache   But so what?   So what?   So what?

Order now!   Allow twenty-one days for delivery

The offer closes 31st December 1979…

British sugar bureau…   When I told you what I…   And I…   And I wouldn’t ask you to pretend   That we were one   And still another time…

Forget all the lies   Forgive me the wounds   And all the world was used to love…   And yes!   We’d still be happy in another time…   But so what?

So please send me icing and decorating sets I enclose a cheque and postal order number…

So what?   So what?

 

It’s Not You

You wear your smile   Like it was going out of fashion   Dress to inflame   But douse any ideas of passion   You carry your love in a trinket   Hanging round your throat   Always inviting   Always exciting   But I must not take off my coat

Well I’m tired of hanging around   I want someone new   I’m not sure who I’ve got in mind   But I know   It’s not you

You ask me questions   That I never wanted to hear   I am the only one   Just until you finish this year   I would murder you   If I had an alibi   Here in my hand   But you just laugh   Because you don’t understand

That I’m tired of hanging around   I want somebody new   I’m not sure   Who I’ve got in mind   But I know that it’s not you   It’s not you   It’s not you   It’s not you

 

Three Imaginary Boys

Walk across the garden   In the footsteps of my shadow   See the lights out   No-one’s home   In amongst the statues   Stare at nothing in   The garden moves…   Can you help me?

Close my eyes   And hold so tightly   Scared of what the morning brings   Waiting for tomorrow   Never comes   Deep inside   The empty feeling   All the night time leaves me   Three imaginary boys

Slipping through the door   Hear my heart beat in the hallway   Echoes   Round and round   Inside my head   Drifting up the stairs   I see the steps behind me   Disappearing…   Can you help me?

Close my eyes   And hold so tightly   Scared of what the morning brings   Waiting for tomorrow   Never comes   Deep inside   The empty feeling   All the night time leaves me   Three imaginary boys sing in my   Sleep sweet child   The moon will change your mind…

See the cracked reflection   Standing still   Before the bedroom mirror   Over my shoulder   But no one’s there   Whispers in the silence   Pressing close behind me   Pressing close behind   Can you help me?

Can you help me?

 

Boys Don’t Cry

I would say I’m sorry   If I thought that it would change your mind   But I know that this time   I have said too much   Been too unkind

I try to laugh about it   Cover it all up with lies   I try and laugh about it   Hiding the tears in my eyes   Because boys don’t cry   Boys don’t cry

I would break down at your feet   And beg forgiveness   Plead with you   But I know that it’s too late   And now there’s nothing I can do

So I try to laugh about it   Cover it all up with lies   I try to laugh about it   Hiding the tears in my eyes   Because boys don’t cry

I would tell you   That I loved you   If I thought that you would stay   But I know that it’s no use   That you’ve already   Gone away

Misjudged your limit   Pushed you too far   Took you for granted   I thought that you needed me more

Now I would do most anything   To get you back by my side   But I just keep on laughing   Hiding the tears in my eyes   Because boys don’t cry   Boys don’t cry   Boys don’t cry

 

Plastic Passion

Plastic passion is a hard to handle   Plastic passion is a sold out scandal   Oh! it’s a plastic passion

Plastic passion is the ladies lover   Plastic passion is the marble mother   Oh! it’s a plastic passion

Plastic passion is a diamond delight   Plastic passion is the nadir of night   Oh! it’s a plastic passion

Plastic passion is a hycoscine heart   Plastic passion is a transparent tart   Oh! it’s a plastic passion

Plastic passion is a gold guarantee   This plastic passion is murdering me   Oh! it’s a plastic passion

 

Jumping Someone Else’s Train

Don’t say what you mean   You might spoil your face   If you walk in the crowd   You won’t leave any trace   It’s always the same   You’re jumping someone else’s train

It won’t take you long   To learn the new smile   You have to adapt   Or you’ll be out of style   It’s always the same   You’re jumping someone else’s train

If you pick up on it quick   You can say you were there   Again and again and again   You’re jumping someone else’s train

It’s the latest wave   That you’ve been craving for   The old ideal was getting such a bore   Now you’re back in line   Going not quite as far   But in half the time   Everyone’s happy   They’re finally all the same   Because everyone’s jumping   Everybody else’s train

Jumping someone else’s train   Jumping someone else’s train   Jumping someone else’s train

 

I’m Cold

You’re begging me to stay   But I’m laughing in your face   You’re so desperate   Not to let those years of care   All go to waste   But it was you who wanted love   Not romance   You have to pay the price   My body may be made of fire   But my soul is made of ice

I’m me   I’m cold   I’m cold   I’m told   I’d love to love you girl   But my body has just been sold

 

World War

Dressed in Berlin black   I was only playing   Disguise my words to fool you   From what I was saying   Mud trench   Meat stench   The Fatherland is looking on   Grip you in a luger lock…   This will be the big one

World war   No one would believe me   World war   No one’s a winner   No one’s a loser…   Just a dead friend

Heaven heaven   Give me pride   Give me a golden hand   Smash them with an iron rule   Spit them out like sand   Sit and wait   Then run like hell   Run like hell   One time again   Sow the seeds of hate   Underneath destruction…

World war   No one would believe me   World war   No one’s a winner   No one’s a loser…   Just a dead friend

 

Do the Hansa

Ein zwei drei vier…   Steve!   Oh yeah!   Platinum all the way!   Do the Hansa!   Etc etc etc…

 

Pillbox Tales

Electric line   Racing time   Fire down the wall   Spinning around   The killing ground   It makes you look so small

Henna years   The stinging tears   Flesh on the railway track   The screaming queen   On the TV screen   Is never coming back

Don’t suffer no more   Just step inside and listen   Listen to my pillbox tales

Your special days   Your winning ways   You’re living out the past   You’re lying lies   And tying ties   And running much too fast   But you feel so sick   If you run too quick   And wishing every day   Wishing you were all alone   Wishing you were years away

Don’t suffer no more   Just step inside and listen   Listen to my pillbox tales

 

Heroin Face

Spit out the shout of a warning   Death is an honour with doubts   So you live in the end   And you mistrust the start   Because you don’t think it counts

But you’ll pay for yourself   You’ll pay for yourself

You’re just a heroin face

You see a heroin face in the mirror   And someone is clutching your breath   And you believe in the needle of night   You’re only doing your best

But you’ll pay for yourself   You’ll pay for yourself

You believe in the needle of night   And someone is clutching your breath   So you mistrust the start   By always running away   But you’ll never come back

You’re just a heroin face   Heroin face