Seven

Seven (1981)




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


1. Cardiac Arrest

(C. Smash/C. Foreman)

2. Shut Up

(G. McPherson/C. Foreman)

3. Sign of the Times

(G. McPherson/M. Barson)

4. Missing You

(G. McPherson/M. Barson)

5. Mrs. Hutchinson

(M. Barson)

6. Tomorrows Dream

(L. Thompson/M. Barson)

7. Grey Day

(M. Barson)

8. Pac-A-Mac

(L. Thompson/M. Barson)

9. Promises Promises

(L. Thompson/M. Barson)

10. Benny Bullfrog

(L. Thompson/C. Foreman)

11. When Dawn Arrives

(L. Thompson/M. Barson)

12. The Opium Eaters

(M. Barson)

13. Day on the Town

(G. McPherson/C. Foreman)



Cardiac Arrest



Papers in the morning

Bowler hat on head

Walking to the bus stop

He's longing for his bed,

Waiting with his neighbours

In the rush hour queue

Got to get the first bus

So much for him to do.

He's got to hurry

Got to get his seat

Can't miss his place

Got to rest his feet.



Ten more minutes till he gets there

The crossword's nearly done.

It's been so hard these days

Not nearly so much fun.

His mind wanders to the office

His telephone, desk and chair

He's been happy with the company

They've treated him real fair.

Think of seven letters

Begin and end in 'C'

Like a big American car

But misspelt with a 'D'.

I wish this bus'd get a move on,

Driver's taking his time.

I just don't know, I'll be late

Oh dear what will the boss say?

Pull yourself together now

Don't get in a state



Don't you worry

There's no hurry

It's a lovely day

Could all be going your way

Take the doc's advice

Let up enjoy your life

Listen to what they say

It's not a game they play.



Never get there at this rate

He's caught up in a jam.

There's a meeting this morning

It's just his luck oh damn!

His hand dives in his pocket

For his handkerchief.

Pearls of sweat on his collar

His pulse-beat seems so brief.

Eyes fall on his wristwatch

The seconds pass real slow

Gasping for the hot air

But the chest pain it won't go.

Tried to ask for help

But can't seem to speak a word,

Words are whispered frantically

But don't seem to be heard.

What about the wife and kids?

They all depend on me!



We're so sorry

We told you not to hurry.

Now it's just too late

You've got a certain date

We thought we made it clear

We all voiced our inner fears

We left it up to you

There's nothing we can do.





Shut Up



I tell you I didn't do it

'Cause I wasn't there

Don't blame me, it just isn't fair

You listen to their side

Now listen to mine

Can't think of a story

Sure you'll find me sometime



Now pass the blame and don't blame me

Just close your eyes and count to three

(One two three)

Then I'll be gone and you'll forget

The broken window, t.v. set



It wasn't me either, I'm just his mate

He told me to stand here and watch the gate

I've got a wife and three kids you know

They'll tell you I'm straight, at least I think so

I'm as honest as the day is long,

The longer the daylight, the less I do wrong



Now pass the blame and don't blame me

Just close your eyes and count to three

(One two three)

Then I'll be gone and you'll forget

The broken window, t.v. set



Pass the blame and don't blame me

Just close your eyes and count to three

(One two three)

Then I'll be gone and I'll forget

That what you give is what you get...



Pass the blame and don't blame me

Just close your eyes and count to three

(One two three)

Then I'll be gone and you'll forget

The broken window, t.v. set



Pass the blame and don't blame me

Just close your eyes and count to three

(One two three)

Then I'll be gone and I'll forget

That what you give is what you get...





Sign of the Times



This is disposable, throw it away,

This is an animal, don't let it stray,

That was the past, so leave it behind,

This is the future, it's all in our mind.



Feeding your interest, in between lines,

Reading the caring one, sign of the times,

This is your Englishman, this is his lawn,

This is your female, undone and torn.



We are the people, and we really care,

We don't really look, we just like to stare,

Unprintable feelings that play on your mind

Get written in innocence, pretend we are blind.



Patience the virtue not learnt in schools

A-ha, it's funny to break all the rules.



Law-breakers are broken, and so we all share

The family problems, the paper that cares

Cheapest and brightest, sexiest news,

We'll make up some stories with unbiased cues.



We are the people, and we really care,

We don't really look, we just like to stare,

Unprintable feelings that play on your mind

Get written in innocence, pretend we are blind.





Missing You



The sun shines through the open window,

The empty sides the shadows shallow

My arm circles nothing at all,

My fingers reach to touch the wall.



Missing you when I'm away,

Think of things I'd like to say,

Almost cry to hear you voice,

Lying with me,

Got no choice.



Mundane thoughts during the day,

Suddenly to see your face,

Interrupted thoughts have gone,

Knowing that you're all I want.



Missing you when I'm away,

Think of things I'd like to say,

Almost cry to hear you voice,

Lying with me,

Got no choice.



The awesome love I feel for you,

To see you now what would I do,

The desperate feeling you're not there,

To be with you pull out my hair.



Missing you when I'm away,

Think of things I'd like to say,

Almost cry to hear you voice,

Lying with me,

Got no choice.





Mrs. Hutchinson



Well Mrs. Hutchinson, you're looking healthy (huh)

But just in case,

Here's a pill a remedy.



Well Mrs. Hutchinson, this is something,

That little upset, I thought I'd diagnosed,

Well not to worry, it's not what I supposed.



You better sit down son your mother's very ill (ah)

We may have to operate it's more than just a chill.

But don't you worry, it's all in competent hands,

We believe it's under the ribs or one of the glands.



Well Mrs. Hutchinson, eat up your breakfast (come on)

Don't smoke, it stunts your growth,

Stick to your diet, let's hope that you're insured.



(Come on eat your breakfast !)



Well Mrs. Hutchinson, you must be very pleased to know you're leaving here.

We're going to miss you so (hold on)

Here comes your son again.



Are you thirsty son, I think you'll need a drink.

There's been some complications, she's very near the brink.

I have to tell you, it's my duty to speak.

Your mother will not last a week.



Shame !





Tomorrow's Dream



A cage of my own, this cage is my home,

And oh so alone am I.

From above all around helpless to the sound

Of my brother's cry.



Just leave us alone, we don't want to moan,

Only if you make us.

Smashed on the lock until I've had to, drop.

Tried to get my message through.



Off goes another with another's brother,

My arms try to bend across to a friend.



You can't burn me with your laser beam,

It's pointed at you and tomorrow's dream.

You'll burn my body quietly set free,

And I'll cry for you as I sway from my tree.



I'd give you my brain nothing you would gain,

Its misery seeps from you.

When leaving my cage I am in a rage

Because I know what you're up to.



When you walk away remember next day,

Not a second I've slept, awake I'll have kept.

When I reappear, don't look on in fear

My hands could kill

But they never will.



You can't burn me with your laser beam,

It's pointed at you and tomorrow's dream.

You'll burn my body quietly set free,

And I'll cry for you as I sway from my tree.





Grey Day



When I get home it's late at night,

I'm black and bloody from my life,

I haven't time to clean my hands,

Cuts will only sting me through my dreams.



It's well past midnight as I lie

In a semi-conscious state.

I dream of people fighting me

Without any reason I can see.



In the morning I awake,

My arms my legs my body aches,

The sky outside is wet and grey

So begins another weary day.

So begins another weary day.



After eating I go out,

People passing by me shout.

I can't stand this agony

Why don't they talk to me?



In the park I have to rest

I lie down and I do my best,

The rain is falling on my face

I wish I could sink without a trace.



In the morning I awake,

My arms my legs my body aches,

The sky outside is wet and grey,

So begins another weary day.

So begins another weary day.



In the park I have to rest

I lie down and I do my best,

The rain is falling on my face

I wish I could sink without a trace.



In the morning I awake,

My arms my legs my body aches,

The sky outside is wet and grey,

So begins another weary day.

So begins another weary day.

...





Pac-a-Mac



I wear my cap with pride

When swaying side to side

Indoors where it be crude

Too late to find me shrewd.

I never lay in doubt

When walking from about

At home where it be warm

You're sound asleep unborn!



I'm a small chap

Walk tall chap

When it rains

Cats and dogs

From my pocket I pick a pac-a-mac.



Inside a rubber wall yelling

Screams echo, off the ceiling.

My love could penetrate

So I'll leave you now prostrate.

My fag smoulders out and out

And odours waft there about

So I give my head a kip

My cap's worn to a split.



I'm a small chap

Walk tall chap

When it rains

Cats and dogs

From my pocket I pick a pac-a-mac.



I wear my cap with pride

When swaying side to side

Indoors where I feel nude

Too late to find me shrewd.

I never lay in doubt

When walking from about

At home where it be warm

You're sound asleep unborn!



I'm a small chap

Walk tall chap

When it rains

Cats and dogs

From my pocket I pick a pac-a-mac.





Promises Promises



I'll promise you a gift worth much more if not sold.

Half for you and half for me if I may act so bold.

I'll promise you a home that money cannot buy.

All good homely spirits walking by and by.



I'll promise you a world of making of amend,

And on our anniversary invite you round the bend.



I'll promise you a life it only takes a tick.

All the fruits of life carry you aboard my ship.

I'll promise you a world of making of amend,

And on the anniversary invite you round the bend.



Don't feign to me you're only acting when you care,

So I've decided on decisions that will not strike you very fair.



Let's devise a plan and we'll think about it twice,

Sketching watercolour paints, bury hatchets in the ice.



Don't feign to me you're only acting when you care,

So we decided on decisions that will not strike you very fair.



Let's devise a plan and we'll think about it twice,

Let's make mates merry, bury hatchets in the ice.



Don't feign to me you're only acting when you care,

So we decided on decisions that will not strike you very fair.



Now let's devise a plan and we'll think about it twice,

Let's make mates merry, bury hatchets in the ice.



Don't feign to me you're only acting when you care,

So we decided on decisions that will not strike you very fair.



Now let's devise a plan and we'll think about it twice,

Sketching watercolour paints, bury hatchets in the ice.





Benny Bullfrog



So there I am polished heart throat in full puff

I look the part my wad is packed to reimburse.

I've yet to re-rehearse many moons spent on lovelines lent from

Long-legged pop-eyed fat-necked Benny Bullfrog.



Final run-through polish up

The flower of love's my buttercup.

Moon in June for you I'll croon

Just like pop-eyed fat-necked Benny Bullfrog.



Mean piece of muscle I'm Melvin Toad,

I dice with death, across the road.

Hop aboard my lover's leap

Fat-necked Quatermass

Who needs a Benny Bullfrog.



Here she comes (Keep a cool head)

My legs numb (Keep a cool head)

I can't run (Keep a cool head)

High! My name's Hunky how d'you do

I catch a fly in one swoop

I catch a fly just for you

That's if you do want me to

But you're not hungry I know

A sixth sense gave me a clue.

I know what else we can do.

(You creep !)



Long-legged pop-eyed fat-necked Benny Bullfrog.



Wish I was Benny Bullfrog

Cool as Benny Bullfrog

What's the secret, Bullfrog?





When Dawn Arrives



He hums tonight through his streets,

My unlatched window the tune repeats,

The kerb-crawling car winds down to a stop.

A few seconds mumble then whisks him off.



Sick and tired of abuse,

Controlled signs of hysteria,

But like when dawn arrives,

He remembers his leisure.



He runs tonight through his block,

A crack in the curtain is unlocked.

No meeting with a mother or greeting a friend

A sharp-looking boot-jack with some time to spend.



Sick and tired of abuse,

Controlled signs of hysteria,

But like when dawn arrives,

He remembers his leisure.



He cries tonight

Through his manner

I can see his conscience

Get the better

From a door-way stepped in

Shadowed leather

Exchanging handshakes for money

And pleasure.



He crawls tonight through his scum,

From my dirty window his body's numb.

Beneath the street-lamp tilts shoulders bent,

Then meets his pick-up who pays his rent.



Sick and tired of abuse,

Controlled signs of hysteria,

But like when dawn arrives,

He remembers his leisure.

His pleasure





The Opium Eaters



[Instrumental]





Day on the Town



Summer in London, watery sunshine,

A place in the city where I can go sometimes.

To get on a red bus and go anywhere,

See all the sights and not pay the fare,

Summer in London.



Chip on your shoulder, chips in your mouth,

Can you see the old lady, with tickets to tout.

Getting the tourists into their traps,

Taking their money, the shirts off their backs,

Summer in London.



To get in a taxi and go anywhere,

Jump out at the park and not pay the fare.

Watch Speakers Corner, listen to their talk,

Eating their ice creams, going for a walk.



Summer in London, the weather man said,

Waking up late, got to get out of bed.

So much to do, got to go everywhere

A day on the town and not pay the fare.

Riots in London.