Modern Life Is Rubbish

For Tomorrow

He's a twentieth century boy
With his hands on the rails
Trying not to be sick again
And holding on for tomorrow
London ice cracks on a seamless line
He's hanging on for dear life
So we hold each other tightly
And hold on for tomorrow
 
Singing
La la, la la la
La la la la la la la la x3
Holding on for tomorrow
...oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...
 
She's a twentieth century girl
With her hands on the wheel
Trying not to make him sick again
Seeing what she can borrow
London's so nice back in your seamless rhymes
But we're we're lost on the Westway
So we hold each other tightly
And hold on for tomorrow
 
Singing
La la, la la la
La la la la la la la la x3
Holding on for tomorrow
 
Trying not to be sick again
And holding for tomorrow
She's a twentieth century girl
Hanging on for dear life
So we hold each other tightly
And hold on for tomorrow
 
Singing
La la, la la la
La la la la la la la la x3
Holding on for tomorrow
 
Jim stops and gets out the car,
goes to a house in Emperor's gate,
Through the door and to his room,
Then he puts the TV on,
Turns it off and makes some tea,
Says Modern Life Is Rubbish I'm
Holding on for tomorrow,
Then Susan comes into the room,
She's a naughty girl with a lovely smile,
Says let's take a drive to Primrose Hill,
It's windy there and the view's so nice,
London ice can freeze your toes
Like anyone I suppose
I'm
Holding on for tomorrow..

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It's six o'clock on the dot and I'm half way home
I feel foul mouthed as I stand and wait for the underground
And a nervous disposition doesn't agree with this
I need something to remind me that there's something else

You need a holiday, somewhere in the sun
With all the people who are waiting, there never seems to be one
Say something, say something else
Say something, say something else

Advertisements are here for rapid persuasion
If you stare too long you lose your appetite
A nervous disposition doesn't agree with this
You need fast relief from aches and stomach pains

I need a holiday, somewhere in the sun
With all the people who are waiting, there never seems to be one
Say something, say something else
Say something, say something else


You can have our holidays, yes ladies and gentlemen, for

one day only, a special offer

You need a holiday, somewhere in the sun
With all the people who are waiting, there never seems to be one
Say something, say something else
Go on!
Say something, say something else
Say something, say something else
Say something, say something else

Colin Zeal

Colin Zeal knows the value of mass appeal
He's a pedestrian walker, he's a civil talker
He's an affable man with a plausible plan
Keeps his eye on the news, keeps his future in hand
 
And then he...
 
Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again
Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again
He's pleased with himself, he's pleased with himself
He's so pleased with himself, ah ha
 
While sitting in traffic, Colin thinks in automatic
He's an immaculate dresser, he's your common aggressor
He's a modern retard with a love of bombast
Keeps his eye on the news, doesn't dwells on the past
 
And then he...
 
Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again
Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again
He's pleased with himself, he's pleased with himself
He's so pleased with himself, ah ha
He's pleased with himself, he's pleased with himself
He's so pleased with himself, ah ha
 
And then he...
 
Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again
Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again
He's pleased with himself, he's pleased with himself
He's so pleased with himself, ah ha
He's pleased with himself, he's pleased with himself
He's so pleased with himself, ah ha
He's pleased with himself, he's pleased with himself
He's so pleased with himself, ah ha
He's pleased with himself, he's so pleased with himself
He's so pleased with himself, ah ha
 
 
He's a modern retard, he's terminal lard
He's an affable man, with a carrotene tan
Because Colin Zeal's ill
Colin Zeal's ill
Colin Zeal's ill)
 
'Cos Colin Zeal knows

Pressure On Julian

Only the magical transit children, sing sing a lullaby bah, bah, bah
Sitting on a pavement sucking on a long straw
It's colourful, It's colourful, but it washes you out
 
Here is my violence and here is the excuse
I learnt it all, but only second hand
Falling into walls, well what is it with you
You'd never know, never know, never know
 
We planned it all this way, we planned it all this way
Pressure on Julian
 
Swimming in yellow pissy water, sand getting in between the ears
No blood in head in this bloody weather
Irate people with yellow tongues
 
Only the magical transit children, sing sing a lullaby bah,bah,bah
Falling into walls, well what is it with you
You'd never know, never know, never know
 
We planned it all this way, we planned it all this way
Pressure on Julian
 
There was pressure on Julian, pushing trolleys in the car park
From B to A then back to B
Pressure on Julian
Passing out, precious little snout
The birds are singing at night
The birds are singing at night, Pressure on Julian
 
We planned it all this way, we planned it all this way
Pressure on Julian

Starshaped

Wash with new soap, Behind the collar
Keeps a clean mental state
Don't usually bother in cold weather
But still I'm getting into work late
 
And I don't need the practice
 
I've been making plans
(For the future)
Become an unconscious man
(All for the good)
I feel so unecessary
(We don't think so, you seem starshaped)
 
Have a couple at the weekend,
Keeps up camaraderie
And my mind boggles in the muddle,
At the possibilities
 
And I don't need the practice
 
I've been making plans
(For the future)
Become an unconscious man
(All for the good)
I feel so unecessary
(We don't think so, you seem starshaped)
And I've been making plans
(For the future)
Become an unconscious man
(All for the good)
I feel so unecessary
(We don't think so, you seem starshaped)
 
I wash with new soap behind the collar
Helps keep down the laundry
And now I bother in cold weather
Because it cleans me mentally
 
And I really don't need the practice
 
I've been making plans
(For the future)
Become an unconscious man
(All for the good)
I feel so unecessary
(We don't think so, you seem starshaped)
I've been making plans
(For the future)
Become an unconscious man
(All for the good)
I feel so unecessary
(We don't think so, you seem starshaped)

Blue Jeans

Air cushioned soles
I bought them on the Portbello Road on a Saturday
I stop and stare awhile
A common pastime when conversation goes astray
 
And don't think I'm walking out of this
She don't mind
Whatever I say, whatever I say
I don't really want to change a thing
I want to stay this way forever
 
Blue, blue jeans I wear them every day
There's no particular reason to change
My thoughts are getting banal, I can't help it
But I won't pull out hair another day
 
And don't think I'm walking out of this
She don't mind
Whatever I say, Whatever I say
I don't really want to change a thing
I want to stay this way forever
If you don't mind
Whatever I say, Whatever I say
I don't really want to change a thing
I want to stay this way forever
 
You know it's to be with you
 
Don't give up on me yet
Don't think I'm walking out of this
She don't mind
Whatever I say, Whatever I say
I don't really want to change a thing
I want to stay this way forever
If you don't mind
Whatever I say, Whatever I say
I don't really want to change a thing
I want to stay this way forever
 
You know it's to be with you

Chemical World

The pay-me girl has had enough of the bleeps
So she takes the bus into the country
Although she got herself rosy cheeks
She didn't leave enough money to pay the rent
The landlord says that she's out in a week
What a shame she was just getting comfy
Now she's eating chocolate to induce sleep
In a chemical world, It's very, very, very cheap
 
And I don't know about you
But they're putting the holes in, yes, yes
It's been a hell of a do
They've been putting the holes in, yes, yes
 
Peeping Thomas has a very nice view
Across the street at the exhibitionist
These townies they never speak to you
Just stick together so they never get lonely
Feeling lead, feeling quite light-headed
Had to sit down and have some sugary tea
In chemical world, in a chemical world
It's very, very, very cheap
 
And I don't know about you
But they're putting the holes in, yes, yes
It's been a hell of a do
They've been putting the holes in, yes, yes, yes
 
I don't know about you
But they're putting the holes in, yes, yes
It's been a hell of a do
They've been putting the holes in, yes, yes
And now she's found about you
But they're putting the holes in, yes, yes
Well I don't know about you
They've been putting the holes in, yes, yes
 

Sunday, Sunday

Sunday, Sunday here again in tidy attire
You read the colour supplement, the TV guide
You dream of protein on a plate
Regret you left it quite so late
To gather the family around the table
To eat enough sleep
Oh, the Sunday sleep
 
Sunday, Sunday here again a walk in the park
You meet an old soldier and talk of the past
He fought for us in two world wars and
The England he knew is no more
He sings the Songs of Praise but always falls asleep
For that Sunday sleep
 
But he knows what he knows
Sunday, Sunday
 
Oh, that Sunday sleep....
 
Sunday, Sunday here again in tidy attire
You read the colour supplement, the TV guide
You dream of protein on a plate, regret you left it quite so late
You gather the family around the table to eat enough to sleep
And Mother's Pride is your epithet
That extra slice you'll soon regret
So going out is your best bet, then bingo yourself to sleep
Oh that Sunday sleep....

Oily Water

Lead in me and me in water, Dangling in my world
I swallowed too much oily water, it keeps slipping down my spine
 
In a sense of self in decline, growing fat on sound
It's only an early morning dream, and the whole world will be alright
 
(CHORUS)
 
My head is full of suspicion, I'm coming home sometime
I've swallowed too much oily water, it keeps slipping down my spine
 
In a sense of self in decline, lying on my back
It's only an early morning dream, and the whole world will be alright
 
(CHORUS)

Miss America

Miss America sits in the shower
She's plucking hours from the sky
Picks up the telephone, into another home
Don't ask me why
 
I don't mind
I don't mind at all
I love only you
 
She's a well wisher and she wishes you well
Wish away, wish away
She no jellybean, she a jemima ho ho
Wish away, wish away
 
I don't mind
I don't mind at all
I love only you
 
Da, do, da, da, do
Da, do, da, da, do
 
Here is here and I am here, where are you?
Far away, far away
She no jellybean, she a jemima ho ho
Wish away, wish away
 
I don't mind
I don't mind at all
I love only you
 
Da, do, da, da, do (x3)

Villa Rosie

Practice doesn't make perfect whan you're interbreeding
Speaking drivel can it get confused with heavy breathing
Mixing drinks at water holes get snarled up in the suburbs
Meandering through this and that, you are suspected of vagueness
 
When work is done, go to Villa Rosie every night
So tasty
Go form a queue at Villa Rosie every night
So tasty
 
Across the common every day, you come across the fine line
But wearing boots can prevent the leeches in the long grass
Eating between meals stifles the appetite is it healthy
Coming home that nagging doubt there in your belly
 
And all the while at Villa Rosie every night
You're tasty
A sweeter life at Villa Rosie every night
So taste....
 
All this has come to Villa Rosie every night
They're waiting
So form a queue at Villa Rosie every night
So tasty
Don't break your own back at Villa Rosie every night
We're tasting
A sweeter life at Villa Rosie every night
So tasty

Coping

Primal, evil what am I
Tongue-tied 'til the day I die
There's no love made mermaids
It's just distraction or so they
 
And I'm too tired to care about it
Can't you see this in my face, my face
 
When I feel this strange can I go through this again?
When I feel this strange can I go through this again?
 
It's a sorry state you're getting in
The same excuse is wearing thin
There's no self control left in me
What was not will never will be
 
And I'm too tired to care about it
Can't you see this in my face, my face
 
When I feel this strange can I go through this again?
When I feel this strange can I go through this again?
(....Or am I just coping?)
 
And I'm too tired to care about it
Can't you see this in my face
The emphisis on coping
Can't you see this in my face, my face
 
When I feel this strange can I go through this again?
When I feel this strange can I go through this again? (x2)
(Can I be dreaming?...Or am I just coping?)

Turn It Up

Kazoo, kazoo you are mine, kazoo kazoo every time
 
Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in (x4)
 
Anyway you choose, anyway you choose at all
Sometimes you get too much, some days it all gets too much
 
Kazoo, kazoo you are mine, why do you turn your back on me?
 
Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in (x4)
 
Anyway you choose, anyway you choose at all
Some days you do too much, some days it all gets too much
 
Kazoo, kazoo you are mine, kazoo kazoo every time
 
Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in (x4)

Resigned

I think too much
On things I want too much
It makes me hateful
And I say stupid things
Only you can fill my blank heart
And I'm resigned to that
 
I wish the sun
Could just keep me warm
And I'm resigned to that
I'll forget to breathe someday
I never stop to think why

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