The Beginning of the Enz Album
| 1. | Split Ends |
| 2. | For You |
| 3. | 129 |
| 4. | Home Sweet Home |
| 5. | Sweet Talking Spoon Song |
| 6. | No Bother to Me |
| 7. | Malmsbury Villa |
| 8. | Lovey Dovey |
| 9. | Spellbound |
- Split Ends (P. Judd, T. Finn) (3:17)
- Writing letters to my frenz
Telling them all about split ends
Watching flowers hit the floor
Why can't he see, there's so much more
Four of one, twenty of another
It's all the same to me brother
Never know these days mother
I might still be your lover (yeah)
Nothing else is so obscene as
Coffee beans and smoke machines
Take your daughter for a ride
Let her know you're on her side
Guess there's no words can beat
The Sunday treat where rigamortis meat
Wish you never found your feet
Sniffing tow jams really neat
Writing letters to my frenz
Telling them all about split ends
Second thoughts
- For You (P. Judd, T. Finn) (3:05)
- We're outside the times
Seen the break of day
My parents beat me cos I laughed
or something like that
For nights on end
You've been my friend
I've turned the lights on just for you
For you, for you, just for you
Blueboys on the stage
yes he's quite the rage
His parents loved his blue eyes
He knows where it's at
People think he's queer
But to be quite fair
You know he does it just for you
For you, for you, just for you
You laugh so easily, but I can see what's it like to be
They kicked your eyes in at four
when they shut the door
Playing out masquerade
Even soldiers on parade
The game they play is just for you
For you, for you, just for you
Took me by surprise, left me standing there
The cold winds blew while you watched Fred Astaire
He was dancing all alone, up the stairs
dancing all alone, up the stairs
We're outside the times
Seen the break of day
My parents beat me cos I laughed
They must of done it just for me
Just for me ooh just for me
- Home Sweet Home (P. Judd, T. Finn) (4:05)
- Willows weep, the pillows they do sleep
Home sweet home, to each his own
I always say
He's a man of few words
A bundle of nerves, wait and see
And while his mind works best in darkness
Coming up from behind
The frightened keep on running
While he just hangs around
Home sweet home
To each his own I always say
Martin tries to use his eyes in every way
Help ease the situation
He's happy with what he's got
The kid with his candy, finger painting and blocks
In pitch black he's taking action
What is the cause?
Then came the applause
[Spoken:] It was a cold and windy afternoon
and through the tumbling clouds you could see the moon,
all the mums and dads had come to see the things their kiddies had done;
and out jumped Martin dressed to his tens in the Campbells tartan.
All eyes watched him, skipping and dancing,
everyone laughed but Martin was deaf and couldn't hear a thing,
he just kept dancing the highland fling.
Now he's proud of his efforts
That young lad Martin
From the local kindergarten
Home sweet home to each his own
I always say
Martin tries to use his eyes in every way
Home sweet home to each his own
I always say
Home home on the range...
- Sweet Talking Spoon Song (P. Judd, T. Finn) (3:57)
- How's your day been my love
How's your day been today
How's your day been darling
Hope you've been good while I've been away
I've been walking down a lonely street
You'd be amazed at the people I meet
Saying hello to people all day
Wonder why they turn away
You've been my baby
You make my life worthwhile
You've been my sweetheart
You make my life worthwhile
Sweeping the streets
Dawn to dust everyday
I think of you on my walk, oh!
How's your day been my love
How's your day been today
How's your day been darling
Hope you've been good while I've been away
When I go to bed at night
I see your face by pale moonlight
Stuck on me wall, it's a crying shame
I wish like hell I knew your name
You've been my baby
You make my life worthwhile
You've been my sweetheart
You make my life worthwhile
Cleaning all day
Broom in hand
It's ok, you're in the flesh
Birthday suit (corrrrr!)
- No Bother to Me (P. Judd, T. Finn) (3:33)
- It's no bother for me to beg for my friends
My feet are cold and I'm going round the bend
It won't hurt me to cry out loud
My heart is burning an I'm far too proud
And I'm just a hungry traveler, and I'd like to share your table
Nobody's going to spoil my plans
I'd rather eat with my hands
And I think I'll be alright now
Maybe I'll come back and stay some day
I'll even bring my children so they can play
It's no bother for me to beg, I was sane
My eyes are red and my heads in pain
It won't hurt me to say what I mean
My throat is blistered but my hands are clean
And I'm just your long lost love and
I'd love you still but I'm not able
They won't catch me if I can help it
Just hold me down if I have a fit
And I think I'll be alright now
Say that I'll be normal some day
Now they laugh and teach me how to pray
- Malmsbury Villa (Philip Judd) (2:51)
- May I look into your eyes sir?
I see you're just like real one
May I look into your head sir?
I see you wish you were dead sir
Dead certain of what you know
May I look above the clouds sir
Clouds sir, or is that just for the birds?
May I play with your words sir?
Words sir, surprised you're not amazed
Oh spent all day lying on my back
Oh la it's a real little thriller
Here at Malmsbury Villa
Oh spent all night standing on my head
It's a real little killer here at Malmsbury Villa
May I fall into the sea sir?
See sir see (sir see), see the circus is here sir
May I make up my face sir?
Just like a clown sir, surprised I look just like a girl
Now I see what you mean sir
You're mean sir, so mean sir, so meanwhile
Spent all day lying on my back
It's a real little thriller here at Malmsbury Villa
Spent all night standing on my head
It's a real little killer here at Malmsbury Villa
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