The Rise & Fall

The Rise & Fall (1982)




Mike Barson (Monsieur Barso) - Keyboards
Chris Foreman (Crissy Boy) - Guitar
Suggs (Graham McPherson) - Vocals
Mark Bedford (Bedders) - Bass
Lee "Kix" Thompson - Saxes
Woody Woods Woodgate (Dan Woodgate) - Drums
Chas Smash - Vocals, Trumpet


1. Rise and Fall

(McPherson/Foreman)

2. Tomorrow's Just Another Day

(Smyth/Barson)

3. Blue Skinned Beast

(Thompson)

4. Primrose Hill

(McPherson/Foreman)

5. Mr. Speaker Gets the Word

(McPherson/Barson)

6. Sunday Morning

(Woodgate)

7. Our House

(Smyth/Foreman)

8. Tiptoes

(McPherson/Barson)

9. New Delhi

(Barson)

10. That Face

(McPherson/Foreman)

11. Calling Cards

(Thompson/Foreman)

12. Are You Coming (With Me)

(Thompson/Barson)

13. Madness (It's All in the Mind)

(Foreman)



Rise and Fall



These are the streets I used to walk

On summer nights, sit out and talk

That's the house where I used to live

I remember what I would give.



This is the town I won't forget

And after anger there's nothing left

Walking now round and round

Familiar sights are open ground.



Being here again

I can recall

Forgotten moments

The rise and fall.



We used to live where children play

They leave their homes a mile away

To come and stand in trees and grass

Where we once walked the memories last.



Being here again

I can recall

Forgotten moments

The rise and fall.



The sun shines east, the sun shines west

But I know where the sun shines best

Casey street in the afternoon

Once again it's over too soon.



Being here again

I can recall

Forgotten moments

The rise and fall.



Being here again

I can recall

Forgotten moments

The rise and fall.



Rise

(Rise)

(Rise)



Rise and fall

Rise and fall

...





Tomorrow's (Just Another Day)



Trying hard, I thought I'd done my best

All my life, I can't get no rest

Some who've closed the door before

Say I can't carry on no more.



I hear them saying

Tomorrow's just another day

I hear them saying

And it gets better every day

I hear them saying

Tomorrow's just another day



Listened long, tried to take it in

All these facts leave me in the swim

It's down and down there is no up

I think that I've run out of luck.



I hear them saying

Tomorrow's just another day

I hear them saying

And it gets better every day

I hear them saying

Tomorrow's just another day

Tomorrow's just another... day



Walking now, over covered ground

There is a chance if I move around

I need a moment to reflect

On the friendships I have wrecked.



Why is it I(???) don't I always try ?



I hear them say

Tomorrow's just another day

I hear them say

And it gets better every day

I hear them say

Tomorrow's just another day

I hear them say

And it gets better every day

I heard them say

Tomorrow's just another day

I hear them say

Tomorrow's just another day

Tomorrow's just another...



I hear them saying

Tomorrow's just another day

I hear them saying

And it gets better every day

I hear them saying

Tomorrow's just another day

...





Blue Skinned Beast



I can fly you to your loved ones but I can promise no return

To a shell-shocked God forsaken where their craters still they burn

Have a drink on me

Have a drink on me



Still the worst is over that I hope you understand

The you're one more hurdle over our protector of the land

Have a drink on me

I put it down to the company



Three cheers to the blue skinned beast hip hip !

To the blue skinned beast hip hip !

Three cheers to the blue skinned beast hip hip hip hip !

To the blue skinned beast hip hip !



Here you have this medal you can even melt it down

Or frame it in the living room every time you turn around

Have a drink on me

Have a drink on me



I heard you shout for yesterday, but I was sleeping on the job

And I dreamt of fighters miles away whose lives I had to rob

Have a drink on me

I put it down to the company



Three cheers to the blue skinned beast hip hip !

To the blue skinned beast hip hip !

Three cheers to the blue skinned beast hip hip hip hip !

To the blue skinned beast hip hip !



Here you have this medal you can even melt it down

Or frame it in the living room every time you turn around



I can fly your loved ones to you

With guarantee of no return

And if John Wayne's dummy's bounce off

Don't look shocked when it comes your turn

Have a drink on me

I put it down to company



Three cheers to the blue skinned beast hip hip !

To the blue skinned beast hip hip !

Three cheers to the blue skinned beast hip hip hip hip !

To the blue skinned beast hip hip !



Hip hip !

Hip hip !

Hip hip hip hip !

Hip hip !



Three cheers to the blue skinned beast hip hip !

To the blue skinned beast hip hip !

Hip hip hip hip !

Hip hip !



Three cheers to the blue skinned beast hip hip !

To the blue skinned beast hip hip !

Three cheers to the blue skinned beast hip hip hip hip !

To the blue skinned beast hip hip !





Primrose Hill



A man opened his window and stared up Primrose Hill

Out there enjoying themselves I've seen them from this sill

Green splashed with white and red going brown

Children baiting animals running up and down



I stare out of this window

See the world go past



Slipping from the newspapers stacked against the wall

Piles of colour supplements squeeze between his fall

For a fleeting second I was up that hill

Although I've never been there I wish I was there still



I stare out of this window

See the world go past

I've read and looked at everything

I know it off by heart



Deliveries every day newspapers and food

Never had to venture out the phone has been removed

Open up the window and stare up Primrose Hill

Sitting here it's dark outside and everything is still



I stare out of this window

See the world go past

I've read and looked at everything

I know it off by heart





Mr Speaker (Gets the Word)



Wriggles from his captor's arms

Mr speaker gets the word and

Running now from the alarms

Speaks his mind free as a bird



Free now to roam around

Stand up straight when he quotes

Spread the word that he has found

Books of verse and scribbled notes



Mister speaker gets the word

(To tell the secrets he has heard)

Speaks so fast his words are slurred

(Mister speaker gets the word)



Stands up straight outside my door

I bring you now the words I've learned

To whom it may concern senor

Tell my friends I have returned



Mister speaker gets the word

(To tell the secrets he has heard)

Speaks so fast his words are slurred

(Mister speaker gets the word)



Excitement rages through his brain

Stirred and stirred throughout the years

Not enough time to explain

Eyes of many sighs of fear



Making space from Colney Hatch Lane

Just some poetry my friend

Scuttles past my window frame

Vanishes right round the bend



Mister speaker gets the word

(To tell the secrets he has heard)

Speaks so fast his words are slurred

(Mister speaker gets the word)





Sunday Morning



Sunday morning silence, curtain stay closed late

No one thinks of kitchens mornings in a filthy state

Dishes cups and beer stains, ashtrays on the floor

Sunday morning papers are left outside the front door



Sunday school and Sunday roast

Sunday papers Sunday post

Sunday morning Sunday rest

Sunday sermon Sunday best

(Sunday, bloody sunday rest)



Glass of fizzy water helps to start the day

Sit and listen to Sunday silence, problems fade away

Sunday cars and drivers break the morning air

Uncollected milk outside reveals there's no one there



Sunday school and Sunday roast

Sunday papers Sunday post

Sunday morning Sunday rest

Sunday sermon Sunday best



Sunday school and Sunday roast

Sunday papers Sunday post

Sunday morning Sunday rest

Sunday sermon Sunday best



Bathrobes hang in waiting, windows steaming up

Somewhere in the sink downstairs lies an unwashed cup

Tea and toast for breakfast clear away the plates

Wash-up prepare for cooking Sunday lunch awaits

Sunday lunch awaits

Sunday lunch awaits 

...



Our House



Father wears his Sunday best

Mother's tired she needs a rest

The kids are playing up downstairs

Sister's sighing in her sleep

Brother's got a date to keep

He can't hang around



Our house, in the middle of our street

Our house, in the middle of our ...



Our house it has a crowd

There's always something happening

And it's usually quite loud

Our mum she's so house-proud

Nothing ever slows her down

And a mess is not allowed



Our house, in the middle of our street

Our house, in the middle of our ...



Our house, in the middle of our street

Our house, in the middle of our ...

Something tells you that you've got to get away from it



Father gets up late for work

Mother has to iron his shirt

Then she sends the kids to school

Sees them off with a small kiss

She's the one they're going to miss

In lots of ways



Our house, in the middle of our street

Our house, in the middle of our ...



I remember way back then when everything was true and when

We would have such a very good time such a fine time

Such a happy time

And I remember how we'd play simply waste the day away

Then we'd say nothing would come between us two dreamers



Father wears his Sunday best

Mother's tired she needs a rest

The kids are playing up downstairs

Sister's sighing in her sleep

Brother's got a date to keep

He can't hang around



Our house, in the middle of our street

Our house, in the middle of our street



Our house, in the middle of our street

Our house, in the middle of our ...



Our house, was our castle and our keep

Our house, in the middle of our street



Our house, that was where we used to sleep

Our house, in the middle of our street



Our house, in the middle of our street

...



Tiptoes



Waking up again another sleepless night

Climbing taller buildings more dreams of flight

In a pool of sweat not knowing what to do

No more earth-bound feelings a diff'rent point of view



Moment of truth he heads towards the building

His glazed eyes stare vacantly following his feelings

No turning back the door's already shutting

Standing on his tiptoes to reach the nineteenth button



To miss a grasping hand

(I'm falling again)

And squash a passer-by

(I'm falling again)

He wanted to see some evidence

(I'm falling again)

That he could really fly



Balanced on the edge only time could tell

Some say he was pushed, others say he fell

Standing on that rooftop his brain told him 'no'

But all the dreams in nights before told him he must go



To miss a grasping hand

(I'm falling again)

And squash a passer-by

(I'm falling again)

He wanted to see some evidence

(I'm falling again)

That he could really fly



His questions and himself

Nearly fell on stony ground

He could've embarrassed his family

Who watched him from the crowd



Balanced on the edge only time could tell

Some say he was pushed, others say he fell



To miss a grasping hand

(I'm falling again)

And squash a passer-by

(I'm falling again)

He wanted to see some evidence

(I'm falling again)

That he could really fly

(I'm falling ...)



New Delhi



New Delhi at three A.M.

Just arrived by K.L.M.

Left the airport in the heat

In the bus strange people meet

Driving through the starless night

Passing very unusual sights



Left the bus at five to five

Caught a taxi started to drive

He thought I was a millionaire

And accordingly put up the fare

Dawn was breaking in the east

Causing this hot night to cease



Mosquitos buzzing in my ears

Grating sound of clashing gears

Burning rubber filled the air

Taxi driver began to swear

The heat was burning my head was turning

It was then the car broke down

Just on the outskirts of town



A camel from the Dhrangadhra

Silently passed by our car

A vulture circled high above in the air

I had to shade my eyes to cover the glare

Sweating in the plastic seats

Hard to breathe in the increasing heat



Lying back my mind started to

Drift into an uneasy sleep

I dreamt I was in New Delhi

Slowly dying of la grippe





That Face



I see a face that face is mine

The mirror marks the changing time

Her face I'll never see again

And mine will never be the same

That face was fine only yesterday

My problems seemed so far away



Reflections I see of myself

As in sickness as in health

As she left as for worse

No chance to re-rehearse



Try to forget try not to see

Who is that face looking at me

Reflections of yesterday

If only I could make you stay



One day past is like a year

She wouldn't say what made her leave

I didn't think she'd ever go

And why she did I'll never know

I wish I could return and see

But now it's just a memory



Reflections of yesterday

Reflections of yesterday



I see a face that face is mine

The mirror marks the changing time

Her face I'll never see again

And mine will never be the same



Reflections of yesterday

Reflections of yesterday

...





Calling Cards



A sorting office in the Old Kent Road

Caters from coast to most

A nice little number if you're out of work

And aren't the sort to boast,

you're in need of a job, bob-a-job, rob-a-job

I'm your man to see

I'll sit I'll listen I'll not say a word

The less said would be best for we



Ooh, what a firm of naughty boys

Ooh, I've been a naughty boy



We don't want to mark each other's card

Except the one you need

I need you and your returns to help

Build my company.

My twins work Brighton on a sunny day

They cover town with the shake of a hand

On a high come back coz of no come back

Now they're working in the promised land.



Ooh, what a pair of naughty boys

Ooh, I've been a naughty boy



(The Allied Irish Cyprus Bank)

(India Bank Bank of Turkey)

(United Bank The People's Bank)

(To catch the worm you got to be up early)



Temporarily out of bounds had to move office

Clear out of town

For every problem there's a solution and

I can do without constitution

Dealing cards from up the Old Kent Road

I've been checked up on my heavy load

You can go but be back soon

I'll have some work for you to groom.



Ooh, what a lot of naughty boys

Ooh, I've been a naughty boy



(Trustees Bank, Barclays Bank)

(The Natwest Bank, Midland Bank)

(Bank Of Scotland, Williams and Glyns)

(Bureau de Change, The People's Bank)



Ooh, what a lot of naughty boys

Ooh, what a pair of naughty boys

Ooh, what a firm of naughty boys

Ooh, I've been a naughty boy





Are You Coming (With Me)



Could it be someone's telling lies

Or could it be that I'm getting wise

Awoke myself from a nose-dive glide

I caught myself but you've lost all pride



I'm not going with you

Won't you come on with me ?



See your world in a drift fly past

So good the feeling you want to last



I'm not going with you

Would you come on with me ?



I'm not here to watch day and night

Or to hear you drift out of life



If I could wake you

A moment I would

Share you my lifeline

Feed you some good

If I could wake you

A moment I would

Share you my lifeline

Feed you some (good)



I'm worried for you

But you not for me



When everyone's living

I know where you'll be



If I should listen to your proposal

Put my future at your disposal



Promise me you'll keep yourself clean

Cut yourself from your mid-day dream.



If I could wake you

A moment I would

Share you my lifeline

Feed you some good

If I could wake you

A moment I would

Share you my lifeline and

Feed you some good





Madness (Is All in the Mind)



(Adoon doo)

(Adoon doo)



I've never had much cause for worry

And I've not got a lot to say

You'll never find me in a hurry

Because I live my life day by day



People say that I'm crazy

But I'm not that way inclined

I know what I know and I'll happily show

That madness is all in the mind



Twenty-four hours is all that I care for

I believe that's the only way

Twenty-four hours is all that is needed

Because I live my life day by day



People say that I'm crazy

But I'm not that way inclined

I know what I know and I'll happily show

That madness is all in the mind



I'm happy the way that I do things

Continually feeling okay

I've no worries on what tomorrow brings

Because I live my life day by day



People say that I'm crazy

But I'm not that way inclined

I know what I know and I'll happily show

That madness is all in the mind



Well some men seek answers in bottles

And others in degenerate ways

But I don't care much for the question

Madness is all in the mind

Madness is all in the mind

Madness is all in the mind

Madness is all in the mind