FISH
(P. King)
Cold comfort greeting tired and well trod feet
Moths flicker life into an empty dim lit street
Well this is somebody’s hometown
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Looking around I have to wonder
I can hardly breathe there’s a weight upon my chest
Feels like it’s pushing me down
Sucking out my breath
Just too many faces around here
That I don’t want to see
I’ve been looking for the heart of town
But the ringroads lead me round and round
Dreamers of Caribbean seas
Jumping in and jumping out it’s me
Like a fish out of the water
Like a kite without a breeze
Tell me, did you see the golden pavements?
Was I dreaming or did they gleam
Well whether you’re writing on the wall
Or just sitting on the fence
Get up, look around to me there’s no defence
Against Celtic brothers in their streams
Hooked and sent to Coventry
Like a fish out of the water
Like a kite without a breeze. |
LOVE AND PRIDE
(P. King / M. Roberts)
That's what my heart yearns for now
Love and pride
Start your journey - early or maybe later
(get your boots on)
Look for rainbows - it's cloudy
Take your hairdryer blow them all away
In you I've found a story I want to keep hearing
In you I see all colours not just black and white
In you I find a reason and hope for all dreamers
You are my fill your supply
of love and pride
That's what my heart yearns for now
love and pride
Knowing sensing seeing
eating sleeping
(that's just being)
Touching testing loving
wanting and taking more love and more pride
In you I've found a story I want to keep hearing
In you I see all colours not just black and white
In you I find a reason and hope for all dreamers
You are my fill your supply
of love and pride
I'm taking it round the world |
AND AS FOR MYSELF
(P. King / P. Haines)
In light of day – faced with confusion
(I question confusion)
Attempting to solve - better to tell you how I feel
And as for myself – and as for myself
All that I see is you
In light of day – I promised myself
(broken a promise)
This should not happen – the elation I feel
And as for myself – and as for myself
All that I see is you
Something is here - the way that you look
All that I see is you
Something is here - the way that you smile
All that I see is you
Something is here
The way that you smile...
I love you
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TROUBLE
(P. King)
I'm stood in a darkened bus station
avoiding the ripped seats
customised frustration
it's question and answer time
it's make love on the street
well that's the way it goes
(that's the way it goes)
smack the world on the nose
(punch it on the nose)
your problems never get solved
by think with your crutch
I find that my trouble
it's impossible when it's insufferable
to take anymore
laugh at bad jokes with the crew
I'm trapped in unwanted conversation
love can make fools out of men
even men out of fools
stirred by a dagger in the back
someone's got over active mouth attack
jump the bus two stops early
and kick in some new car doors
I find my trouble
it's impossible
when it's insufferable
to take no more |
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WON'T YOU HOLD MY HAND NOW
(P. King / M. Roberts / A. Wall / J. Lantsbery)
These are the heavy times
so won't you show your hand
I don't mean kiss and tell
I'm such a jealous man
I throw a flush
I reveal my ace
the heart's my trump
I don't need no picture face
I'm laying my cards out on the table place
won't you take my hand
won't you hold my hand now
these are the heavy times
these are the heavy times
all clamps and parking fines
too much north too much south
too much of the knave versus the spades
from a circus ring
to a band of gold
sometimes there's safety nets
sometimes but there's no golden rule |
UNITY SONG
(P. King)
some fighters when bruised
retire choose to lose
some bruisers confused
lean on their brothers
that's a desperation move
we can't change the times
or the stars friends I know
we can't change the times
or the stars
huh
communication some of that give and take
a sound anthem worth some debate
we can't change the times
or the stars friends I know
we can't change the times
or the stars
you want to tell me about it
how should we answer - bittersweet
how should we answer - box on nimble feet
how should we answer - with a unity song
how should we answer - with a unity song |
CHERRY
(P. King / M. Roberts / A. Wall / J. Lantsbery / P. Haines)
Cafes, bars and speeding cars
the flavour of the month
Cherry's acting bittersweet
a taste of things to come
Cherry aches for thrills and spills
sp pie high in the sky
kings and queens
those nightworld dreams
please share with me tonight
oh Cherry Cherry feed me
oh Cherry Cherry never go
oh Cherry Cherry feed me
oh Cherry say you'll never go
like blossom falls from the trees
Cherry set me free |
SOUL ON MY BOOTS
(P. King)
smash me all to pieces, kick a dream when it's down
(oh oh I want a reason)
I said 'pull yourself together child
lift your chin off the ground'
if I want a reason (any will do)
if I need a reason (any will do)
to stand up to you
I won't hide myself from you
I wear my soul on my boots
too much show leather lost
too many slammed doors gained
I can take all of your knocks
I might be numbed but non maimed
and I'm wise to your game
if I want a reason (any will do)
if I need a reason (any will do)
to stand up to you hey hey
I won't hide myself from you
I wear my soul on my boots |
I KISSED THE SPIKEY FRIDGE
(P. King)
I can't forget you, I know I never will
it's no so often I make love with a porcupine
on the floor you scratched and clawed
if I'm safe, you cracked my door
I kissed the spikey fridge
that's the way she is
you spread a frost to starch my fears
I'll wipe away your crocodile tears
I kissed the spikey fridge
that's the way she is
I dream of you
you know you've pricked me for a hundred years
shivers on my spine
love sends a loving sign
that I want you
that I need you
hold me harder
suck my love in
I kissed the spikey fridge
that's the way she is
do the la la la |
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ALONE WITHOUT YOU
(P. King)
Alone without you
A hot room. Septembers gloom
Lick my lashes and kiss my cheeks
Remembered lines in between the sheets
Alone without you
Won't you pass the phone. Someone pass the phone
Shall we try to make July
You're like the sea to hold
Impossible and cold
But your taste lingers on
Om my hands and on my tongue
Alone without you
Won't you pass the phone.
Someone pass the phone
Shall we try to make July
Shall we try to make July
When you called me at home
You said you lived on your own
just dreaming of me
When I called you at home
Someone else picked up the phone
It wasn't you
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PLATFORM ONE
(P. King)
The strength of my imagination
Is tearing me apart
I've wings of snow
Wrapped 'round my arms
I can go anywhere that I want
I would tread water
I would swallow salt
Rather than float with the tide
I'd grow potatoes in a flower patch
You know appearances don't keep you alive
Dance on the cliffs of Dover or the city slums
And head for platform one
Hip hop belu lu lola is platform one
And I'm bittersweet
There's warm sand between my toes
My hands they will be tanned
There's a village somewhere in France
We'll disappear like Monica Rose
Dance on the cliffs of Dover or the city slums
And head for platform one
Hip hop belu lu lola is platform one
And I'm bittersweet
And here's the secret
Believe and you will be it
Ooh hey yeah yeah
And here's the secret
Just believe and you will be it
Dance on the cliffs of Dover or the city slums
And head for platform one
Hip hop belu lu lola is platform one
And I'm bittersweet
But I know I won't cry forever
People never cry forever
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I CRINGED, I DIED, I FELT HOT
(P. King / M. Roberts)
Hear me talk to you
Hear me talk to you
Hear me talk to you
Hear me talk to you
If love is the escape
Then tell me is a kiss the gate
Hear me talk to you
Hear me talk to you
Too many lips it seems to me
Are sealed to save their face
Hear me talk to you
Hear me talk to you
The whispers of the dark
Can seem cold and lacking heart
Transparent under clinical scrutiny
What was sweet becomes obscene
Stinging your heaving spleen
And gag as your force fed religiously
Just like you did to me
I cringed I died, I said, I cringed I died I felt hot
Your just a pale imitation of my love
I cringed I died, I said, I cringed I died I felt hot
Your just a pale imitation of my love
Hear me talk to you
Hear me talk to you
Hear me talk to you
Hear me talk to you
Because you're just a stranger now
Via the New York tenements
And the dancing Japanese
Hear me talk to you
Hear me talk to you
From the heat of Adelaide
To the clubs 'round Souchiehall Street
Hear me talk to you
Hear me talk to you
The crippled lover crawls
Their ego on the floor
Easy prey for an opportunist
I reached up too far
For you were no Holy Grail
Just a sad reflection of my hearts desire
I cringed I died, I said, I cringed I died I felt hot
To find your pale imitation of my love
I cringed I died, I said, I cringed I died I felt hot
Because your pale imitation of my love
Hear me talk to you
Hear me talk to you
Because you're just a stranger now
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TORTURE
(P. King)
Love me like you said you could
Love me 'til I'm numb
Love me like you said you could
Call me and I'll run
Right now. I want you
Right now. I want you
It's more than torture
When you're on your knees
It's more than torture
When you choose to tease
Love me like your favourite sweet
Your just desserts and more
Cover me in cheesecake mix
Swallow me up whole
Right now. I want you
Right now. I want you
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2 M.B.
(P. King)
A pouted glare to a glitter frown
Tilted teenage crown
Worn well
You were my solid gold metal guru
Spinning a spine shiver spell
Take a film then a scream
It all adds up 2mb
High heels stomping under lurex flairs
You were the young soul dream
Black mascara, corkscrew hair
Even in ballet shoes you're mean
A pouted glare to a glitter frown
Tilted teenage crown
Worn well
You were my solid gold metal guru
Spinning a spine shiver spell
Take a film then a scream
It all adds up 2mb
Take a film then a scream
It all adds up 2mb
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THESE THINGS
(P. King / M. Roberts)
Drawing on a lip stained cigarette
While nervously
You play with your St. Christopher
The wind blows us around the car
We drive down country lanes
Film scores blur with the speed
These things that you do
These things that you say
These things are all that I adore
Talking until we could rip the sleep from our eyes
Exhausted
Our heads spin with wine and plans
The pictures you paint
Becaome the landscape of my heart
And although other may not see
These things that you do
These things that you say
These things are all that I adore
These things are these things are these things are
All that I adore
These things that you do
These things that you say
These things are all that I adore
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THE TASTE OF YOUR TEARS
(P. King)
I don't know about me
I can't see that I have changed
What I was is what I am
That still remains
What I love is what I see
But you've just twisted me too much
Tested and pried
To look inside
Now you can't stay
The taste of your tears
Tears me apart
The bittersweet salt cracks my heart
I don't know about me
I can't see that I have changed
What I was is what I am
That still remains
To au revoirs I have grown wise
I know goodbye should mean goodbye
There's no regrets
Just dry your eyes
Wipe your face
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(KFAD) WAIT FOR NO-ONE
(P. King / M. Roberts / J. Lantsbery / A. Wall)
Wait for no one
I don't wait for no one and I'm not going
to start for you
I don't wait for no one never seen any reason why I should
So once more Summers through
The rain pours so what's new?
On comers everywhere holidays end
leaving - vacant stares
So what are they waiting for
The youth youth youth
What are they dreaming of
Do they want to be kings for a day
Snip snip the memories shorn
Onto the barbers floor
Reflections off the wall
Show kings wishin' for one day more
And I don't want no one day reigh
For a one day reign would cloud over
my campaign
The sun shines every day
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SUGAR CANDY MOUNTAIN BUDDHAS
(P. King / A. Wall / J. Lantsbery)
Baby baby baby
Sugar candy mountain buddhas' beware
Baby baby baby
Sugar candy mountain buddhas' beware
I say hide
Let it fly
Sugar gravy train go by
I say hide
Turn the tide
Them buddha boys they've got no pride
A hint in the eye
That glint of gold
Swing your plastic hip
Spin your video
Just follow my lips
I'll say it slow
I'm talking sugar candy mountain buddha
Baby baby baby
Sugar candy mountain buddhas' beware
Baby baby baby
Sugar candy mountain buddhas' beware
Kiss my cheeks and tap my back
Lay your 30 bits of silver there
Put all you promised in the pan
And flush it to the sewer then
A hint in the eye
That glint of gold
Swing your plastic hip
Spin your video
Just follow my lips
I'll say it slow
I'm talking sugar candy mountain buddha
Baby baby baby
Sugar candy mountain buddhas' beware
Baby baby baby
Sugar candy mountain buddhas' beware
Beware
You better get wise 'cos here they come
You better get wise they've come
You better get wise 'cos here they come
You better get wise they've come |
MIND YER TOES
(P. King)
I am a victim of history
An empire child wrapped in civility
But only mad dogs and Englishmen
Would believe that one
For from her shores there grew a great nation
The Ronald Coleman humble heroes
With the manic stares
And the nightclub glares
Mind yer toes
Mind yer toes
While cornbeef bombs
Were mashing British Tommies
The cries from home
Could turn your blood cold
Forget the victims
Forget appearances
Mind yer own
I can survive as long as you are with me
I will skip up and down
The pastures green
Forget the animals
Because I love you
I love you
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