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1. |
Killer
03:49
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KILLER
Learning is a clock with only one hand
Dreaming is a beach with speaking sands
Knowledge is a vice that grips a man
And Cain was a killer that didn’t understand
Wisdom is a yo-yo with a broken string
Time is a bird that cannot sing
And you can’t stop the rain with anything
Except love
Wanting is a boat that doesn’t know the sea
Needing is a pain that hurts to be free
Waiting is a lock that doesn’t have no key
And Cain was a killer that could have been me
Wisdom is a yo-yo with a broken string
Time is a bird that cannot sing
And you can’t stop the rain with anything
Except love
War is a sore that won’t go away
Night is a bruise on the skin of day
Children are the reason that you say you’ll stay
And Cain was a killer who got clean away
Wisdom is a yo-yo with a broken string
Time is a bird that cannot sing
And you can’t stop the rain with anything
Except love
Teachers are people who shoot at sparks
Lessons are knives that shine in the dark
Sins are boats on the lake in the park
And Cain was a killer right there at the start
Wisdom is a yo-yo with a broken string
Time is a bird that cannot sing
And you can’t stop the rain with anything
Except love
★
Words by Peter Greatorex.
Copyright ℗ 1991 D & G Music.
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2. |
Astrologer
03:54
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ASTROLOGER
The planets run their course and then
Make signs we cannot read
The stars of choice they got no voice
Just wink and dumbly plead
When dawnlight speaks from out the dark
Of night’s grim cloak of ice
All the telescopes of the scientists
Don’t help them to be wise
And I hear rainbows climb the sky
Coloured tears from Heaven’s eyes
I taste sunlight’s yellow wine
See black night fade back into time
Mystic men write words that flame
To banish Satan’s lies
The human race must join the chase
Instead it just slips and slides
On special days weird omens come
Judged by blind-eyed priests
But the tribes of man like grains of sand
Pray only for release
And I hear rainbows climb the sky
Coloured tears from Heaven’s eyes
I taste sunlight’s yellow wine
See black night fade back into time
The planets run their course and then
Make signs we cannot read
The stars of choice they got no voice
Just wink and dumbly plead
When dawnlight speaks from out the dark
Of night’s grim cloak of ice
All the telescopes of the scientists
Don’t help them to be wise
And I hear rainbows climb the sky
Coloured tears from Heaven’s eyes
I taste sunlight’s yellow wine
See black night fade back into time
★
Words by Peter Greatorex.
Copyright ℗ 1991 D & G Music.
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3. |
Second Sight
03:06
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SECOND SIGHT
Suicide swords of Samurai awarded for mistakes
Give blessed absolution if you’ve got what it takes
Certain kinds of solitude with memories are fused
Valleys filled with shadows will dream up an excuse
He’s a charismatic man
He’s a Judas in a can
He’s a pocket-prophet poppet
With dreams made out of sand
Jagged edge of jealousy, green-eyed prize of hate
Grants a spiky shelter that mustn’t go to waste
And the weapons of the warriors, priceless with their pain
Make cutting out a heart an easy change of game
He’s a charismatic man
He’s a Judas in a can
He’s a pocket-prophet poppet
With dreams made out of sand
Charismatic man, Judas in a can
Charismatic man, Judas in a can
The labours of great Hercules weigh down many books
Blindness to their meaning is no excuse not to look
In ancient days a shaman made a watch out of the sun
These days more important that he knows how to use a gun
He’s a charismatic man
He’s a Judas in a can
He’s a pocket-prophet poppet
With dreams made out of sand
★
Words by Peter Greatorex.
Copyright ℗ 1991 D & G Music.
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4. |
Animal House
02:59
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ANIMAL HOUSE
I don’t truck no garden stones
Ain’t got a lawn full of little old gnomes
Don’t grow roses round my gate
No alarm clock rings cos I sleep real late
Savings and loan sharks aren’t for me
Ain’t got a boat floating on the sea
All I wanna do is just be me
I ain’t got a number two car
Ain’t even bought the first so far
Watching TV I don’t get to do
Ain’t got a tube in my room with a view
Don’t whack balls with a little bitty stick
Only drink brandy when I’m sick
You can call me slow but don’t call me thick
Habitat furniture ain’t got in my home
Telephone table’s no good with no phone
Suits and ties from the charity store
I help the aged more and more
First class travel means you’re keeping dry
My hotel roof is a piece of sky
And it ain’t no good to ask me why
And it ain’t no good to ask me why
And it ain’t no good to ask me why
And it ain’t no good to ask me why
★
Words by Peter Greatorex.
Copyright ℗ 1989 D & G Music.
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5. |
Armed & Dangerous
05:42
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ARMED & DANGEROUS
In the circus there’s a uniform for fun
The love they got is fired from clownish guns
But it’s so dangerous
Armed laughter changing us
Warmed up with a yellow paper sun
Each act in line comes right in on cue
Bringing our emotions into view
And it’s so dangerous
Armed laughter changing us
Next time bring your mind along with you
There’s a pistol in my smile
It shoots grins for miles and miles
But look into my eyes
The reflection’s saying goodbye
Outside the ring we sit and blankly stare
Nobody but our own selves in the chair
But it’s so dangerous
Armed laughter changing us
Close your eyes and no-one knows you’re there
With animals such tricks are neatly made
They nod and wink in terminal parade
It’s oh so dangerous
Armed laughter changing us
Into their souls we think we can invade
There’s a pistol in my smile
It shoots grins for miles and miles
But look into my eyes
The reflection’s saying goodbye
★
Words by Peter Greatorex.
Copyright ℗ 1990 D & G Music.
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6. |
Future Sadness Past
05:55
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FUTURE SADNESS PAST
Slow light, runway from the sun
So right, time and times are done
We must pay the price for fun
Until we have Night Man on the run
Slow light, MacBeth witches’ brew
Best seen from some distant view
We know, do what you have to do
It’s an icy night we must all live through
Now we rage against the cold sky
Now we hate tomorrow
Now we say we will try
To kill the birds of sorrow
To kill the birds of sorrow
★
Words by Peter Greatorex.
Copyright ℗ 1991 D & G Music.
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7. |
Crash
03:48
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CRASH
No more candid picture shows
Just soap bubble opera’s shallow glows
They tell me it’s a story about my life
To just ignore what I don’t like
It’s so real I must live like that
Script in my pocket and a ticket in my hat
We gotta stop
We’re gonna crash
Life is money you can’t pay back
Life is money you can’t pay back
No more cracks in the temple walls
Next week’s episode will save us all
Your mirror becomes a TV tube
What was reflection now is a view
The face you see is not your own
It spends its time in someone else’s home
We gotta stop
We’re gonna crash
Life is money you can’t pay back
Life is money you can’t pay back
No more thoughts in a lazy way
They scream from the glass: “We’ll make your day!”
I believe it’s true because it’s on the screen
But you can only see what they have seen
We’re all plugged in to one beating heart
Life don’t begin until the programme starts
We gotta stop
We’re gonna crash
Life is money you can’t pay back
Life is money you can’t pay back
★
Words by Peter Greatorex.
Copyright ℗ 1990 Pig Pen Music.
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8. |
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KILLER
Learning is a clock with only one hand
Dreaming is a beach with speaking sands
Knowledge is a vice that grips a man
And Cain was a killer that didn’t understand
Wisdom is a yo-yo with a broken string
Time is a bird that cannot sing
And you can’t stop the rain with anything
Except love
Wanting is a boat that doesn’t know the sea
Needing is a pain that hurts to be free
Waiting is a lock that doesn’t have no key
And Cain was a killer that could have been me
Wisdom is a yo-yo with a broken string
Time is a bird that cannot sing
And you can’t stop the rain with anything
Except love
War is a sore that won’t go away
Night is a bruise on the skin of day
Children are the reason that you say you’ll stay
And Cain was a killer who got clean away
Wisdom is a yo-yo with a broken string
Time is a bird that cannot sing
And you can’t stop the rain with anything
Except love
Teachers are people who shoot at sparks
Lessons are knives that shine in the dark
Sins are boats on the lake in the park
And Cain was a killer right there at the start
Wisdom is a yo-yo with a broken string
Time is a bird that cannot sing
And you can’t stop the rain with anything
Except love
★
Words by Peter Greatorex.
Copyright ℗ 1991 D & G Music.
Please note that there is no actualy vocal part included in this version.
Lyrics are included so the listener can sing along.
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9. |
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ASTROLOGER
The planets run their course and then
Make signs we cannot read
The stars of choice they got no voice
Just wink and dumbly plead
When dawnlight speaks from out the dark
Of night’s grim cloak of ice
All the telescopes of the scientists
Don’t help them to be wise
And I hear rainbows climb the sky
Coloured tears from Heaven’s eyes
I taste sunlight’s yellow wine
See black night fade back into time
Mystic men write words that flame
To banish Satan’s lies
The human race must join the chase
Instead it just slips and slides
On special days weird omens come
Judged by blind-eyed priests
But the tribes of man like grains of sand
Pray only for release
And I hear rainbows climb the sky
Coloured tears from Heaven’s eyes
I taste sunlight’s yellow wine
See black night fade back into time
The planets run their course and then
Make signs we cannot read
The stars of choice they got no voice
Just wink and dumbly plead
When dawnlight speaks from out the dark
Of night’s grim cloak of ice
All the telescopes of the scientists
Don’t help them to be wise
And I hear rainbows climb the sky
Coloured tears from Heaven’s eyes
I taste sunlight’s yellow wine
See black night fade back into time
★
Words by Peter Greatorex.
Copyright ℗ 1991 D & G Music.
Please note that there is no actualy vocal part included in this version.
Lyrics are included so the listener can sing along.
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10. |
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ARMED & DANGEROUS
In the circus there’s a uniform for fun
The love they got is fired from clownish guns
But it’s so dangerous
Armed laughter changing us
Warmed up with a yellow paper sun
Each act in line comes right in on cue
Bringing our emotions into view
And it’s so dangerous
Armed laughter changing us
Next time bring your mind along with you
There’s a pistol in my smile
It shoots grins for miles and miles
But look into my eyes
The reflection’s saying goodbye
Outside the ring we sit and blankly stare
Nobody but our own selves in the chair
But it’s so dangerous
Armed laughter changing us
Close your eyes and no-one knows you’re there
With animals such tricks are neatly made
They nod and wink in terminal parade
It’s oh so dangerous
Armed laughter changing us
Into their souls we think we can invade
There’s a pistol in my smile
It shoots grins for miles and miles
But look into my eyes
The reflection’s saying goodbye
★
Words by P. Greatorex.
Music by G. Davies/P. Greatorex/S. Lock/J. Willmot.
Please note that there is no actualy vocal part included in this version.
Lyrics are included so the listener can sing along.
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11. |
& co - Armed & Dubwise
05:45
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ARMED & DUBWISE
In the circus there’s a uniform for fun
The love they got is fired from clownish guns
But it’s so dangerous
Armed laughter changing us
Warmed up with a yellow paper sun
Each act in line comes right in on cue
Bringing our emotions into view
And it’s so dangerous
Armed laughter changing us
Next time bring your mind along with you
There’s a pistol in my smile
It shoots grins for miles and miles
But look into my eyes
The reflection’s saying goodbye
Outside the ring we sit and blankly stare
Nobody but our own selves in the chair
But it’s so dangerous
Armed laughter changing us
Close your eyes and no-one knows you’re there
With animals such tricks are neatly made
They nod and wink in terminal parade
It’s oh so dangerous
Armed laughter changing us
Into their souls we think we can invade
There’s a pistol in my smile
It shoots grins for miles and miles
But look into my eyes
The reflection’s saying goodbye
★
Words by P. Greatorex.
Music by G. Davies/P. Greatorex/S. Lock/J. Willmot.
Please note that the vocal part is not fully included in this version.
Lyrics are included so the listener can sing along.
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12. |
Crash (Eastenders RMX)
03:52
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CRASH (EASTENDERS RMX)
No more candid picture shows
Just soap bubble opera’s shallow glows
They tell me it’s a story about my life
To just ignore what I don’t like
It’s so real I must live like that
Script in my pocket and a ticket in my hat
We gotta stop
We’re gonna crash
Life is money you can’t pay back
Life is money you can’t pay back
No more cracks in the temple walls
Next week’s episode will save us all
Your mirror becomes a TV tube
What was reflection now is a view
The face you see is not your own
It spends its time in someone else’s home
We gotta stop
We’re gonna crash
Life is money you can’t pay back
Life is money you can’t pay back
No more thoughts in a lazy way
They scream from the glass: “We’ll make your day!”
I believe it’s true because it’s on the screen
But you can only see what they have seen
We’re all plugged in to one beating heart
Life don’t begin until the programme starts
We gotta stop
We’re gonna crash
Life is money you can’t pay back
Life is money you can’t pay back
★
Words by Peter Greatorex.
Copyright ℗ 1990 Pig Pen Music.
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13. |
& co - Dangerous Dub
05:34
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DANGEROUS DUB
In the circus there’s a uniform for fun
The love they got is fired from clownish guns
But it’s so dangerous
Armed laughter changing us
Warmed up with a yellow paper sun
Each act in line comes right in on cue
Bringing our emotions into view
And it’s so dangerous
Armed laughter changing us
Next time bring your mind along with you
There’s a pistol in my smile
It shoots grins for miles and miles
But look into my eyes
The reflection’s saying goodbye
Outside the ring we sit and blankly stare
Nobody but our own selves in the chair
But it’s so dangerous
Armed laughter changing us
Close your eyes and no-one knows you’re there
With animals such tricks are neatly made
They nod and wink in terminal parade
It’s oh so dangerous
Armed laughter changing us
Into their souls we think we can invade
There’s a pistol in my smile
It shoots grins for miles and miles
But look into my eyes
The reflection’s saying goodbye
★
Words by P. Greatorex.
Music by G. Davies/P. Greatorex/S. Lock/J. Willmot.
Please note that the vocal part is not fully included in this version.
Lyrics are included so the listener can sing along.
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14. |
The Joker (demo)
05:04
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THE JOKER
I look out from this scratched and faded view
Makeshift repairs instead of getting new
Don’t you ever get tired of tracing all the wires
Knowing that the switches won’t switch for you?
I work at the job that’s easiest, you see
Paying rent instead of living free
Don’t you wanna be bad instead of just being sad
Finding out you can be you instead of me?
The Joker he stares proudly at the wall
He can be who he wants to be
But he don’t wanna ‘be’ at all
He’s an empty Harlequin
With colours growing dim
And he struts about inside his little world
I keep up with the latest lines of talk
So I can ride instead of having to walk
Don’t you like the fashions that gotta little passion?
Being daring takes an extra bit of thought
I sleep with one eye fixed upon the clock
Waiting for the Reaper’s ghostly knock
Don’t you keep the days checking which ones can stay
Using them for your story’s clever plot?
The Joker he stares proudly at the wall
He can be who he wants to be
But he don’t wanna ‘be’ at all
He’s an empty Harlequin
With colours growing dim
And he struts about inside his little world
★
Words by Peter Greatorex.
Copyright ℗ 1989 Pig Pen Music.
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BLUE HOUSE (LAUGHTER VERSION)
I don’t fit in your ice lolly mould
I don’t fit in your car
I don’t fit in your cute hornrims
I don’t follow your star
I’m just so awkward
It’s too good to be true
Got ideas like a disease
There’s nothing in my head except John Coltrane
I can’t make sense of what I see
I can’t make sense of what I see
I’m just so precious
Cos I know I’m so right
Got no limitations of thought
There’s nothing in my pocket except a lump of steel
Money’s no honey and life is short
Money’s no honey and life is short
I’m just so dreamy
And I’m living a lie
I like the lie I’m living too
There’s nothing in my wallet except a smeared photo
And you know it isn’t even of you
You know it isn’t even of you
I’m just so twisted
Don’t want to find the door
Outside is where you should be
There’s nothing in my heart except a Bowie knife
One cut, you know, it sets me free
One cut, you know, it sets me free
I don’t fit in your white ski pants
I don’t fit in your tweeds
I don’t fit in your hip Raybans
I don’t have your needs
I’m just so weary
Much too tired to sleep
Got this roller coaster bed
There’s nothing in my soul except some hot be-bop
What you asked is what I said
What you asked is what I said
I’m just so cool
I’m cut right outta ice
Got words like a freezing snow
There’s nothing in my mind except a long bus ride
I keep telling you I’ve got to go
Keep telling you I’ve got to go
★
Words by Peter Greatorex.
Copyright ℗ 1991 D & G Music.
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16. |
Killer (classic blort)
00:49
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KILLER (CLASSIC BLORT)
Learning is a clock with only one hand
Dreaming is a beach with speaking sands
Knowledge is a vice that grips a man
And Cain was a killer that didn’t understand
Wisdom is a yo-yo with a broken string
Time is a bird that cannot sing
And you can’t stop the rain with anything
Except love
Wanting is a boat that doesn’t know the sea
Needing is a pain that hurts to be free
Waiting is a lock that doesn’t have no key
And Cain was a killer that could have been me
Wisdom is a yo-yo with a broken string
Time is a bird that cannot sing
And you can’t stop the rain with anything
Except love
War is a sore that won’t go away
Night is a bruise on the skin of day
Children are the reason that you say you’ll stay
And Cain was a killer who got clean away
Wisdom is a yo-yo with a broken string
Time is a bird that cannot sing
And you can’t stop the rain with anything
Except love
Teachers are people who shoot at sparks
Lessons are knives that shine in the dark
Sins are boats on the lake in the park
And Cain was a killer right there at the start
Wisdom is a yo-yo with a broken string
Time is a bird that cannot sing
And you can’t stop the rain with anything
Except love
★
Words by Peter Greatorex.
Copyright ℗ 1991 D & G Music.
Please note that this is not the full version.
Full lyrics are included all the same.
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