Essential

by Alien Heat

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about

This album was recorded live and unbrushed in the rehearsal studios of Bandspace, Exeter in the early days of 1990.

credits

released February 28, 1990

Speedy Pete Greatorex - vocals
George Davies - guitar
Richard Holloway - keys
Marc Greatorex - bass
Graham Barbe - drums

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Album download package includes the artwork for a CD jewel case backing tray and a single-sided two page CD card insert, all of which you can preview in Alien Heat's gallery at Wud Records here: www.wudrecords.co.uk/artists/alien-heat/gallery

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Track Name: Badass Boogie
BADASS BOOGIE
I got backlash action
Make a living staring at walls
Need rock’n'roll for my poor soul
Go funkin’ round the floor

I got high-heeled sneakers
High-ride blues for boots
Need love and stuff to make me tough
Gonna go back to my roots

I ain’t Peaceful Patti
Gonna fire up my rocket car
Go bustin’ down the freeway
Makin’ like a movie star
Them dude-ranch hicks can’t get my kicks
Take the whiskey from my jar
It’s all backlash action, black flash action
Gonna shine like a shooting star

I got freeze frame dinners
Use my TV for a tub
I need rhythm and blues and blue suede shoes
And alcohol, massage and rub

I got speeding tickets
Lost my job down out the store
Need a rolling stone so the moss don’t grow
And I can jive right out the door

I ain’t Peaceful Patti
Gonna fire up my rocket car
Go bustin’ down the freeway
Makin’ like a movie star
Them dude-ranch hicks can’t get my kicks
Take the whiskey from my jar
It’s all backlash action, black flash action
Gonna shine like a shooting star

I ain’t Peaceful Patti
Gonna fire up my rocket car
Go bustin’ down the freeway
Makin’ like a movie star
Them dude-ranch hicks can’t get my kicks
Take the whiskey from my jar
It’s all backlash action, black flash action
Gonna shine like a shooting star

Words by Peter Greatorex. Copyright (c) Pig Pen Music 1989.
Track Name: Abnormal
ABNORMAL
Have you got a compass
Do you know where you are
Starless and Bible Black
But you hear guitars
Light years away but they’re there
And I can tell you where
Where, where, where

Have you got a problem
With finding the sun
Heart stopped and blinded
Hearing melodies run
Light years away but they’re there
And I can show you where
Where, where, where

Abnormal, unforgivingly
Already warmed up
We’ve come to set you free
But there is a payment for reality
Unless you wanna wait
For Hell to freeze

Will you want a pilot
Will you want a fast plane
Ground-bound and lonely
Chained to a refrain
Light years away but it’s there
And I can show you where
Where, where, where

Will you sign agreement
Will you pay for your soul
Godless and friendless
Down on Echo Road
Light years away but I’m there
And I can tell you where
Where, where, where

Abnormal, unforgivingly
Already warmed up
We’ve come to set you free
But there is a payment for reality
Unless you wanna wait
For Hell to freeze

Words by Peter Greatorex. Copyright (c) Pig Pen Music 1989.
Track Name: Ship to Shore
SHIP TO SHORE
Into the setting sun they sailed
As brave as brave can be
And across the world they went
In boats upon the sea
And with distant eyes they looked
But they never did see me
On this we all agree
On this we all agree

With a night light flashing by the sea
Sailors went there by twos and by threes
I am a captain and I can’t drown
Living neatly on white wave sound
On this we all agree

With a bright light arcing across the dark
Sailors went there steering by the stars
I’ll be a bad man but I won’t steal
No more than I can take away with me
On this we all agree

In the sunset water turning to sky
Sailors went there leaving by and by
I am a black knight but I am so good
Put all the pieces back wherever I should
On this we all agree

On the reef rock shellfish gather and die
Sailors went there telescopes to eyes
I am a wizard but I’m misunderstood
I’d like to be a pilot, oh really I would
On this we all agree

On the ocean sleeping in the wind
Sailors went there to forget their sins
I am a soul man and I can keep
The sounds of Heaven where the waters meet
On this we all agree

Words by Peter Greatorex. Copyright (c) Pig Pen Music 1989.
Track Name: Dancin' in the Dark
DANCIN’ IN THE DARK
Dancin’ in the dark
Watching all the sparks of heavy sound
Pressed up to the nite
Waiting for the lite, waiting for the lite
Waiting for the lite to hit the ground

Walkin’ down the street
Soaking up the heat of Blue Soul Sound
Pressed up to the nite
Waiting for the lite, waiting for the lite
Waiting for the lite to hit the ground

I gotta hear, I gotta see
I gotta set the rhythm free
Got to, got to, got to get around
Got to get around, get around

Gotta get around
Put my soul into the sound
Gotta hear, gotta see
Gotta set the rhythm free
Gotta feel, gotta be
Got my own reality
Gotta funk out to the baddest sound around

Yeah, I’m dancin’ in the dark
Watching all the sparks
Watching all the sparks get around
Watching all the sparks of heavy sound
Get around, get around

Words by Peter Greatorex. Copyright (c) Pig Pen Music 1989.
Track Name: Asylum Child
ASYLUM CHILD
Dangerous decision to think before you talk
Might find you’re saying something and making people bored
Listen to the airwaves, gibberish is king
Communication breakdown don’t mean a god-damn thing

Thinking is like blinking with soap upon your eye
It hurts like hell when you do it first but you surely will not die
Read a paper, see the news, the facts are there to see
If that’s the case I wanna leave, this place is not for me

Confusion – wait, wait a minute
Delusion is gripping us with its force
Using blindness as its source
Fusion is hot-wired up to talk
It’s hot-wired up to talk

Can’t afford to breathe the air
I can’t afford the fare
God is in the biggest bank
And we’re happy with him there
Can’t afford to breathe the air
I can’t afford the fare
God is in the biggest bank
His money’s everywhere

There is a secret garden but we’ve forgotten how to look
We’re ace in space and swapping hearts, we’re taught to cook the books
Money jungle, first-fuck fumble, do everything in cars
The sheriff is shot, we bombed the lot, we can’t eat but we can go to Mars

Test tube life new recipe technology disease
The joke’s on us, we missed the bus, there ain’t no money in peace
Dangerous decision to think before you talk
Might find you’re saying something and making people bored

Confusion – wait, wait a minute
Delusion is gripping us with its force
Using blindness as its source
Fusion is hot-wired up to talk
It’s hot-wired up to talk

Can’t afford to breathe the air
I can’t afford the fare
God is in the biggest bank
And we’re happy with him there
Can’t afford to breathe the air
I can’t afford the fare
God is in the biggest bank
His money’s everywhere

Words by Peter Greatorex. Copyright (c) Pig Pen Music 1989.
Track Name: Odd
ODD
Cessie was a bad girl
She took more than she need
She took her drugs as a body rub
And gave birth to violent seeds
She’d greet the dawn with a stifled yawn
And looked in without a key

Odd, odd, oddity
She was some oddity
Odd, odd, oddity
She was some oddity

Cessie was some party poop
She always blew the lites
She used the mains as a terminal drain
And got the boys to fight
And for lust she peaked on any stuff
That gave her second sight

Odd, odd, oddity
She was some oddity
Odd, odd, oddity
She was some oddity

Cessie was a metal maid
A sad heart armoured star
Sealed up in a mess of tin
She said “So few, so fast, so far!”
She walked around with a store-bought frown
Got a chauffeur but no car

Odd, odd, oddity
She was some oddity
Odd, odd, oddity
She was some oddity

Odd, odd, oddity
She was some oddity
Odd, odd, oddity
She was some oddity
Odd, odd, oddity
She was some oddity
Odd, odd, oddity
She was some oddity
Odd, odd, oddity
She was some oddity
Odd, odd, oddity
She was some oddity

Cessie was a bad girl
She took more than she need
She took her drugs as a body rub
And gave birth to violent seeds
She’d greet the dawn with a stifled yawn
And looked in without a key

Odd, odd, oddity
She was some oddity
Odd, odd, oddity
She was some oddity

Pressurised, ionised, certified and more
Madonna face without the grace
With the kiss-me clothes she wore
Sanitised, sanforised, polarised for war
The human race is not her case
She won’t tell you what she saw

Pressurised, ionised, pressurised, ionised
Pressurised, ionised, pressurised, ionised
Pressurised, ionised, pressurised, ionised
Pressurised, ionised, pressurised, ionised

Words by Peter Greatorex. Copyright (c) Pig Pen Music 1989.
Track Name: Easy Street
EASY STREET
Jumped back in the alley
Couldn’t find what I was looking for
Thought I’d stay in the shadows
Living outside the law

Looked out from my window
Saw I’d missed the dirty rain
Only want to walk in sunshine
Won’t get fooled again

Easy Street, don’t tell me this is Easy Street
Easy Street, don’t tell me this is Easy Street
Cos I know better than that, better than
I know better than that, better than
I know better than that, better than that

I stepped up to the corner
To ask what happened and that
Put on my friendly face
But I stayed right at the back

Got some information
About humans and their race
It’s some kind of secret
But it puts me out of place

Easy Street, don’t tell me this is Easy Street
Easy Street, don’t tell me this is Easy Street
Cos I know better than that, better than
I know better than that, better than
I know better than that, better than that

Words by Peter Greatorex. Copyright (c) Pig Pen Music 1989.
Track Name: Jigsaw
JIGSAW
When time walks by in my best shoes
I know I’ve got to race
Don’t like morning’s newspaper news
Oh mirror, give me a face
With a daytime job like the third world war
If I ain’t in the factory you know I’m in the store
And I’m out of place

Just want the notes of a rhythm machine
My friend’s inside the sound
I shave and wash to keep me squeaky clean
Friday come around
I wish I’d find a reason for tomorrow being there
Cos I got no ambition and I really don’t care
It’s all upside down

It’s so weird just being here
Dreamlines sometimes make it clear
Common sense is nonsense and a life of fear
I got no solution to the world’s intrusion
I got no solution, no mix, no kicks, no fusion

Find me a lover in the neon nite
You know, a girl for me!
But all the women stand so bright and tight
And I’m so loose and free
With a four star heart like a junkyard fence
And a rollerskate mind that don’t make no sense
Can this really be?

I want a recipe for reality
It ain’t asking much
But all I get is entropy
No loving touch
Gotta smile the while while I’m slaving here
They say go far but what I want is near
And that’s enough

It’s so weird just being here
Dreamlines sometimes make it clear
Common sense is nonsense and a life of fear
I got no solution to the world’s intrusion
I got no solution, no mix, no kicks, no fusion

Words by Peter Greatorex. Copyright (c) Pig Pen Music 1989.
Track Name: Wonderlust
WONDERLUST
Wandered down a hard road
Just to see where it would go
Came upon a bad man
Living in a sad land
I listened as he whispered
How he hadn’t prospered
Waited while he mumbled
About his daily fear

Struggled up a steep hill
Where the sky looked so ill
Bird inside a white cage
Said the world was my stage
I listened as he spoke low
Saying with him it wasn’t so
Waited while he sang there
About his daily fear

Is it any wonder
Deafened by the thunder
Blinded by the bright light
From stars without number
Break free, breaking free
You’ll do it, you’ll see
Break free, breaking free
First for you, then for me

Slipped into a dark place
Thought I’d buy a new face
Found a dark-eyed lady
Said she couldn’t save me
I listened as she rambled
About how it’s wrong to gamble
Then waited while she shouted
About her daily fear

Drove on down a freeway
Thought at the end I could stay
Read out on a roadsign
I was on the right line
Watched it as it hung there
Seeming not to really care
Waited while it added words
About its daily fear

Is it any wonder
Deafened by the thunder
Blinded by the bright light
From stars without number
Break free, breaking free
You’ll do it, you’ll see
Break free, breaking free
First for you, then for me

Words by Peter Greatorex. Copyright (c) Pig Pen Music 1989.