English Settlement
1. Runaways
2. Ball and Chain
3. Senses Working Overtime
4. Jason and the Argonauts
5. No Thugs in Our House
6. Yacht Dance
7. All of a Sudden (It's Too Late)
8. Melt the Guns
9. Leisure
10. It's Nearly Africa
11. Knuckle Down
12. Fly On the Wall
13. Down in the Cockpit
14. English Roundabout
15. Snowman
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Runaways
r u n a w a y s
OOOOO h run-a, oh run-a oh runaways please come home
O O oh run-a, oh run-a, oh runaways-- please come home
O O daddy hit you in a temper, but he's sorry now-- please
O O come home just a quarrel had with mummy, just
OOOOO a family row-- please come home-- you caught mum
chasing daddy with a knife don't cry, don't cry you ran away
to escape from the fights don't cry, don't cry now you're
lost in a maze of neon light and she's worried, he's worried
she's worried, oh... . .
oh run-a, oh run-a oh runaways please come home oh run-a
oh run-a, oh runaways please come home
pacing street-lamps on the highway, haystack for your bed--
please come home in the morning we will find you in papers
to be read-- please come home you heard screams from
the warmth of your bed don't cry, don't cry you slumbered
on without being fed don't cry, don't cry now there's no more
tears to be shed and she's sorry, he's sorry, she's sorry, oh...
oh run-a, oh run-a, oh runaways please come home oh run-a
oh run-a, oh runaways please come home
colin - lead and backing vocals, fretless bass, mini-korg, piano.
andy - electric and semi-acoustic electric 12 string guitars, mini
korg (brass), backing vocals dave - prophet V terry - drums,
drum synthesizer composed by c. moulding
Ball and Chain
b a l l a n d c h a i n
SSSS
SS ave us from the ball and chain save us from the ball and
SS chain save us from the ball and chain, oh yeah the
SS S diggers and the tower cranes the diggers and the
S S S tower cranes don't want demolition don't want
SSSSS your compensation it's not just bricks and mortar
we are lambs to slaughter.
save us from the ball and chain save us from the ball and chain
save us from the ball and chain, oh yeah the diggers and the
tower cranes the diggers and the tower cranes must we
live in fear from those who shed no tears ? our one and
only shelter your games, your helter skelter.
motorways and office blocks they're standing on the spot
where stood a home, crushing on the memories of people
who have since turned to stone save us from the ball and chain
save us from the ball and chain save us from the ball and
chain, oh yeah the diggers and the tower cranes the diggers
and the tower cranes.
colin-lead and backing vocals, fretless bass. andy-electric guitar
dave - electric 12-string guitar, mini-korg, backing vocals ----
terry - drums and percussion, backing vocals hugh - vocal support
composed by c. moulding
Senses Working Overtime
s e n s e s w o r k i n g o v e r t i m e
HH
H
HHHH ey hey, the clouds are whey, there's straw for the donkeys
H H and the innocents can all sleep safely all sleep
H H safely. my, my sun is pie there's fodder for the
HH cannons and the guilty ones can all sleep safely
all sleep safely. and all the world is football shaped, it's
just for me to kick in space and I can see, hear, smell, touch,
taste - and I've got one, two, three, four, five senses working
overtime trying to take this all in, I've got one, two, three,
four, five senses working overtime trying to taste the difference
'tween the lemons and limes the pain and the pleasure and
the church bells softly chime.. . .
hey hey, night fights day, there's food for the thinkers and the
innocents can all live slowly all live slowly my, my the
sky will cry jewels for the thirsty and the guilty one's can
all die slowly all die slowly. and all the world is
biscuit - shaped, it's just for me to feed my face and I can
see,hear, smell, touch, taste- and I've got one, two,three, four,
five sense working overtime trying to take this all in, I've got
one, two, three, four, five senses working overtime trying to taste
the difference 'tween the lemons and limes the pain and the
pleasure and the church bells softly chime.. . .
and birds might fall from black skies and bullies might give
you black eyes and busses might skid on black ice but
to me it's very very beautiful (england's glory!) beautiful
(a striking beauty!) and all the world is football - shaped,
it's just for me to kick in space and I can see, hear, smell,
touch, taste - and I've got one, two, three, four, five senses
working overtime trying to take this all in,I've got one,two,three,
four, five senses working overtime try to tell the difference
'tween the goods and crimes, dirt or treasure and there's
one, two, three, four,five senses working overtime trying to take
this all in, I've got one, two, three, four, five senses working
overtime trying to taste the difference 'tween the lemons and limes
the pain and the pleasure and the church bells softly chime.. .
andy-lead and backing vocals, acoustic guitar. colin-fretless bass
backing vocals. dave - electric 12-string guitar, percussion ----
terry - drums, drum synthesizer composed by a. partridge
Jason and the Argonauts
j a s o n a n d t h e a r g o n a u t s
T
TTTTT here may be no golden fleece but human riches I'll release
T oh, my head is spinning like the world and it's filled with
T beasts I've seen, let me put my bag down and I'll tell you
T it all right from the start. like the scarlet woman who
T would pick on the boys she thought were green, and the
two faced man who made a hobby of breaking his wife's heart.
seems the more I travel, from the foam to gravel, as the nets
unravel, all exotic fish I find like jason and the argonauts there
may be no golden fleece but human riches I'll release.
I was in a land where men force women to hide their facial
features, and here in the west it's just the same but they're
using make-up veils. I've seen acts of every shade of terrible
crime from man-like creatures, and I've had the breath of
liars blowing me off course in my sails. seems the more I
travel, from the foam to gravel, as the nets unravel, all
exotic fish I find like jason and the argonauts there may
be no golden fleece but human riches I'll release.
I have watched the manimals go buy--- buying shoes, buying
sweets, buying knives. I have watched the manimals and cried
buying time, buying ends to other peoples lives.
jason and the argonauts there may be no golden fleece but
human riches I'll release.
andy - lead and backing vocals, semi-acoustic electric guitar,
prophetV,mini-korg. colin-fender bass,backing vocals. dave-electric
12-string guitar terry-drums and percussion.composed by a.partridge
No Thugs in Our House
n o t h u g s i n o u r h o u s e
T
TTTTT he insect-headed worker-wife will hang her waspies on
T the line; the husband burns his paper, sucks his pipe while
T studying their cushion-floor; his viscous poly-paste breath
T comes out, their wall-paper world is shattered by his
TTT shout, a boy in blue is busy banging out a headache
on the kitchen door. all the while graham slept on,
dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to
no thugs in our house, are there dear? we made that clear
we made little graham promise us he'd be a good boy. no thugs
in our house , are there dear? we made that clear we made
little graham promise us he'd be a good boy.
the young policeman who just can't grow a moustache will open
up his book, and spoil their breakfast with reports of asians
who have been so badly kicked, is this your son's wallet I've
got here? he must have dropped it after too much beer! oh, officer,
we can't believe our little angel is the one you've picked. and
all the while graham slept on, dreaming of a world where he could
do just what he wanted to. no thugs in our house,are there dear? we
made that clear we made little graham promise us he'd be a good boy. no
thugs in our house, are there dear? we made that clear we made little
graham promise us he'd be a good boy.
they never read those pamphlets in his bottom drawer,they never readthat
tattoo on his arm. they thought that was just a boys club badge
he wore, they never thought he'd do folks any harm. the insect-headed
worker wife will hang her waspies on the line; she's singing something
stale and simple now this business has fizzled out; her little tune
is such a happy song her son is innocent, he can't do wrong,
'cos dads a judge and knows exactly what the job of judging's all about.
and all the while graham slept on, dreaming of a world where he
could do just what he wanted to. no thugs in our house, are there
dear? we made that clear we made little graham promise us he'd be a
good boy. no thugs in our house, are there dear? we made that clear
we made little graham promise us he'd be a good boy.
andy-lead and backing vocals, acoustic guitar colin - fender bass
dave-electric guitars, prophet V terry-drums composed by a.partridge
Yacht Dance
y a c h t d a n c e
W W W e, we will dance like tiny boats with cotton sails upon
W w W w W the tops of the seas, that would pull us down to the depths
W W W and crush us flat if given half a chance. no need
WWW WWW to look back to pictures of lost, when all was rust.
we, we will skim across the surface of the mud as if we're-
spinning pebbles oh, in our yacht dance oh, in our yacht dance
we, we will dance like tiny boats with cotton sails upon the tops of the
seas, made of people stained with scorn who never see the
light of real love. no need to look back through diaries of lost
now turned to dust. we, we will skate across the surface of the
storm as if we're wheeling sea-birds. oh, in our yacht dance
oh, in our yacht dance. and how they'll be jealous of both of
us! in our yacht dance.
we, we will dance like tiny boats with cotton sails upon the tops of
the seas, that would pull us down to the depths and crush us flat if
given half a chance. no need to look back to pictures of lost,
when all was we, we will skim across the surface of the
mud as if we're spinning pebbles. oh, in our yacht dance oh,
in our yacht dance.
andy - lead vocal, acoustic and amplified acoustic guitars, anklung.
colin - fretless bass. dave - nylon - strung spanish guitar
terry - drums, percussion, drum synthesizer composed by a. partridge
All of a Sudden (It's Too Late)
a l l o f a s u d d e n ( i t ' s t o o l a t e )
W W W hat can I say? why do we starve a thing thats near
W w W w W extinction? from day to day these weeds of fear
W W W are choking our conviction life's like a jig-saw
WWW WWW you get the straight bits but there's something missing
in the middle. all of a sudden we find the cupboard's bare
all of a sudden we find heaven's not there all of a sudden
we find the sun's gone cold all of a sudden we find we're
more than old all of a sudden we find that we've lost love
so please don't push or shove because it's too late it's too late
in all your hurry you've accidentally locked the gate
what can we do? trying to stem the flow of sand is useless.
it's up to you start holding hands and watch the balance redress
life's like a firework you're only lit once and you must stand
and radiate correctly. all of a sudden we find the-
cupboard's bare all of a sudden we find heaven's not there
all of a sudden we find the sun's gone cold all of a sudden
we find we're more than old all of a sudden we find that
we've lost love so please don't push or shove because it's
too late it's too late in all your hurry you've accidentally
locked the gate. love's not a product you can hoard or
pack a suitcase with it's more a way you have to give.
all of a sudden we find the cupboard's bare all of a sudden
we find heaven's not there all of a sudden we find the sun's
gone cold all of a sudden we find we're more than old
all of a sudden we find that we've lost love so please don't
push or shove because it's too late it's too late in all
your hurry you've accidentally locked the gate.
andy - lead and backing vocals, acoustic guitar colin - fretless
bass, backing vocals dave - electric 12-string guitar terry -
drums and percussion composed by a. partridge
Melt the Guns
m e l t t h e g u n s
ppppppppp rogrammes of violence as entertainment brings the
pp pp disease into your room we know the germ which
ppppppppp is man-made in metal is really a key to your
pp own tomb prevention is better than cure bad
pp apples affecting the pure you'll gather your senses I'm
sure then agree to melt the guns melt the guns melt
the guns and never more to fire them melt the guns
melt the guns melt the guns and never more desire them
children will want them mothers supply them as long as
your killers are heroes. and all the media will fiddle while
rome burns acting like modern-time Neros. prevention
is better than cure bad apples affecting the pure you'll
gather your senses I'm sure then agree to melt the guns
melt the guns melt the guns and never more to fire them
melt the guns melt the guns melt the guns and never
more to desire them.
I'm speaking to the justice league of america the u s of a
hey you yes you in particular! when it comes to the
judgement day and you're stood at the gates with
your weaponry you dare clasp your hands in prayer
and start quoting me 'cos we say.... our father
we've managed to contain the epidemic in one place now
let's hope they shoot themselves instead of others help to
sterilize the race now. we've trapped the cause of
the plague in the land of the free and the home of
the brave if we listen quietly we can hear them
shooting from grave to grave. you ought to melt the
guns melt the guns melt the guns and never more
to fire them melt the guns melt the guns melt
the guns and never more desire them.
andy-lead vocals acoustic guitar colin-fretless bass
dave-electric 12-string guitar terry-drums and percussion
composed by a. partridge
Leisure
l e i s u r e
aaaaa s you see, science once again robs us of our jobs
aa they've put a micro-chip in my place, I hide behind
aaaaaa screen of agression nowadays it's just a way of
aa aa saving some face, so now I'm permanently
aaaa aa drunk like the rest of the race with leisure
if you think I'm clowning I assure you that I'm drowning
here in leisure they taught me how to work but they
can't teach me how to shirk correctly. I spend all day
and all my allowance on t.v. games --- amusement heaven
at the flick of a switch. instead of a lathe I busy my
fingers nowadays by scoring goals with the gentlest
twitch. I've forgotten how to use my legs to invade the
pitch leisure if you think I'm clowning I assure you
that I'm drowning here in leisure they taught me how to
work but they can't teach me how to shirk correctly.
they had retired me 'fore I left school (just saw no point
in the standing in line) so I spend lots of time lounging
at home (why not come in 'cos the carpet is fine) what
a waste of breath it is searching for the jobs that don't
exist. so now I'm permanently drunk like the rest of
the race with leisure if you think I'm clowning I
assure you that I'm drowning here in leisure they taught
me how to work but they can't teach me how to shirk
correctly.
andy-lead and backing vocals, electric guitar, alto sax.
colin-fender bass, backing vocals dave-electric guitars
and backing vocals terry-drums composed by a. partridge
It's Nearly Africa
i t ' s n e a r l y a f r i c a
ccc hant your spirit free; rush to greet truth like a dart
cc cc shake your bag o'bones shake your bag o'bones, that's
c not traffic roar -- that's a leopard in your heart shake
cc cc your bag o'bones shake your bag o'bones go tell
ccc your stale friends go tell false prophets and drug
traffickers not to try to push our bodies any faster
we're dancing with disaster and the first will be the last
it's nearly africa, oh-oh, it's nearly africa, oh-oh,
any day now any day, now now
unplug future plans; finger-paint the sun on you shake
your bag o'bones shake your bag o'bones, mend your
missing links --- I think trust should be the glue shake
your bag o'bones shake your bag o'bones go tell your
warboys go tell all leeches and blind panickers not to
try to push your bodies any faster we're dancing with
disaster and the first will be the last it's nearly africa,
oh-oh, it's nearly africa, oh-oh any day, now any
day, now now
our civilisation car is running wild who did you give
the wheel to? the fat man driving us over the edge of
the nearest cliff-face is he the same god that I've seen
you kneel to?
andy - lead and backing vocals, semi-acoustic electric guitar,
alto sax colin - fender bass dave-prophet V, backing
vocals terry - drums, drums synthesiser special guest vocal
support - hans de vente composed by a. partridge
Knuckle Down
k n u c k l e d o w n
k
k
k kk
k k nuckle down, love his skin, it doesn't matter what colour
kkkkk skin he's locked in knuckle down, knuckle down and love
k k that skin. knuckle down, love his race, it doesn't matter
k k if you win or lose a little face knuckle down and love
that race. one bright morning the world might end with a
big bang and you'll never get yourself another chance.
put aside the hoodoo and some of the voodoo 'bout people
being different take them by the arm and run to the street,
take a little drum to supply the beat, soon the whole world will
be up on it's feet and dancing. for my sake won't you put
your knuckles down, boys? for my sake won't you put you knuckles down?
knuckle down, love her skin, it doesn't matter what colour skin
she's locked in knuckle down, knuckle down and love that skin.
knuckle down, love her race, it doesn't matter if you win or lose a
little face knuckle down and love that race. one bright morning
you just might wake when the coin drops, even though you think
that love is such a corny thing. you can burst the bubble full up
with trouble says that people always got to be fighting (not right!)
and take them by the arm and run to the fields, blow on your
horn until jericho yields, soon the whole world will lay down
swords and shield for singing. for my sake won't you put
your knuckles down, boys? for my sake won't you put your knuckles down?
andy-lead vocals, acoustic guitar, percussion, frog colin-fretless bass
dave-electric guitars terry-drums, percussion composed by a. partridge
Fly On the Wall
f l y o n t h e w a l l
II am the fly on the wall my prying eyes are looking through
II your bottom drawer I just came flying through your door
II you didn't notice that your number had been called. I see
II the mother who's beating the babe, I see the money, the
II pennies you save, stored on computers from birth to the
grave the fly on the wall he's seeing it all. I am the
fly upon the wall you're in the index of the files that stand
so tall although your health is rather poor we have a
place for those who cannot find a cure. I know your income
your daily crust I know your pleasures, your passion, your lust
I know when you're living and I know when you're dust the
fly on the wall he's seeing it all. one is born and one will
die, it's all understood the bit that's in the middle doesn't count
I am the fly on the wall my prying eyes are looking through
your bottom drawer I just came flying through your door
you didn't notice that your number had been called. I see
the mother who's beating the babe, I see the money, the
pennies you save, stored on computers from birth to the
grave the fly on the wall he's seeing it all. I am the fly
upon the wall you're in the index of the files that stand
so tall although your health is rather poor we have a
place for those who cannot find a cure. I know your income
your daily crust I know your pleasures, your passion, your lust
I know when you're living and I know when you're dust the
fly on the wall he's seeing it all.
colin-lead and backing vocals, fretless bass andy-miniKorg
dave-electric and fuzz-boxed 12 string guitar terry-drums
composed by c. moulding
Down in the Cockpit
d o w n i n t h e c o c k p i t
mmm mmm
mm mm mm mm an acting like a farmer and he's treated the
mm mm mm woman like a poor cow we got to treat you
mm mm mm better from now, but man is just a baby and
mm mm mm he's needing your milk of kindness. I vow to drink
as much as you will allow. all the way through history man
machine, no mystery, all the way through history girl have
the brain to act like the weaker sex. down in the cockpit
man need the woman to pull him right out of it down in the
cockpit man need the woman to pull him right out of it
queen wants the castle back from the rascal queen wants the
castle. the girl tribe are growing up and filling the world
full with a new soul to get so far they payed a high toll.
try not to make the same mistakes as man has done, or
you'll fall in that hole and you will see us changing our role.
all the way through history man machine no mystery. all the
way through history girl have the brain to act like the weaker
sex. down in the cockpit man need the woman to pull him
right out of it down in the cockpit man need the woman
to pull him right out of it. queen wants the castle back
from the rascal queen wants the castle.
andy-lead and backing vocals, electric guitars, prophet V, mini-
Korg colin-fretless bass dave-electric guitars
terry-drums, backing vocals composed by a. partridge
English Roundabout
e n g l i s h r o u n d a b o u t
pp pppp
pppp pp eople rushing round with no time to spare. I'm so
pp pp dizzy I'm neither here nor there, in this traffic
pp pp pp jam I just want to shout let me off o' this
pp ppp english roundabout english roundabout and all the
pp the horns go 'beep! beep!' all the people follow like
sheep I'm full of light and sound making my head
go round, round. everyone is cursing under their breath
I'm a passenger, I feel close to death hopeless situation
I have no doubt stop the madness, english roundabout
english roundabout and all the cars go 'brum! brum!'
and in my ears I feel a hum the neons blind my eyes
all those tempers rise, rise. cars and buses go,
puffing out their smoke roll my window down, I begin
to choke I have had enough, I just want to get out
let me off o' this english roundabout english roundabout.
colin-lead and backing vocals, fretless bass, percussion
andy-electric and amplified acoustic guitars, backing
vocals dave-electric 12-string guitar, prophet V
terry-drums composed by c. moulding
Snowman
s n o w m a n
ii t isn't even winter and I'm freezing, freezing, and this sort
ii of feeling isn't pleasing and what I want to know, man
ii why, oh why does she treat me like a snowman? she's been
ii building me up quite steadily seems like I've been here years
ii and years and years and years; I wait patiently, froze
in history, all ice-water is tears and tears and tears and
tears; she treats me far too frosty, this hanging on has
cost me dear. it isn't even winter and I'm shivering, shivering
waiting for the love that's not delivering what I want to know, man
why oh why does she treat me like a snowman? it seems you
would say I was too soft-hearted, if you made a dunce-cap
I'd don it! people will always be tempted to wipe their feet
on anything with 'welcome' written on it. it isn't even
winter and I'm freezing, freezing, and this sort of feeling
isn't pleasing and what I want to know, man why, oh why
does she treat me like a snowman?
andy-lead and backing vocals, electric guitar, mini-Korg, prophet V
colin-fretless bass, backing vocals dave-semi acoustic electric
12-string guitar, piano, percussion terry-drums and drum synth
composed by a. partridge
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