Discography (lyrics below!)

 

RELUCTANT STEREOTYPES:

* album:

   - The Label (1980)

 

* singles:

   - Plans for Today / Subway (failed to chart)

   - The lull / The rounds (failed to chart)

   - She has changed not you / Ben Shirtman (failed to chart)

   - Nightmares / Factory Wit (failed to chart)

   - Confused Action / School Life (failed to chart)

 

 

KING:

* albums:

   - Steps in Time (1984)

   - Bitter Sweet (1985)

 

* singles:

   - Love and Pride (1984 - UK #84)/ re-released 1985 - UK #2)

   - Won't You Hold My Hand Now? (1985 - UK #24)

   - Alone Without You (1985 - UK #8)

   - The Taste Of Your Tears (1985 - UK #11)

   - Torture (1986 - UK #23)

 

 

PAUL KING:

* album:

   - Joy (1987)

 

* singles:

   - I Know (1987 - UK #59)

   - Follow My Heart (1987 - failed to chart)

 

 

Lyrics

 

KING

 

* STEPS IN TIME

 

 

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

 

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

 

 

 

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

KING

 

* BITTER SWEET

 

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

PAUL KING

 

* JOY

 

FOLLOW MY HEART

(P.King / D. Hartman)

 

It's that Sunday mornin' feelin'
walking up and down
waiting for the day to end
before we start another round... once again

 

In my dreams I often wake up
miles away it's no mistake

 

Because I follow my heart, follow my heart again
I follow my heart, follow my heart again
because I follow my heart, follow my heart again

 

Respect or envy you make your choice
play blatent or play meek
'll catch you Friday the just got by day
the weekend starts about half past ten
once again

 

In my dreams I often wake up
miles away it's no mistake

 

Because I follow my heart, follow my heart again
I follow my heart, follow my heart again
because I follow my heart, follow my heart again

 

When you're lost and at a crossroad
no direction uneasy, you have your intuition
for your reason and feelin'
what you feel inside your soul
that's your instinct and meanin'
no one knows you better so follow your heart
it's your conscience on the pillow so follow your heart


 

WHEN YOU SMILE

(P.King / D. Hartman / P. Haines)

 

There's a warmth within this building
as a house becomes a home
and I am rescued from the city
where so many walk alone


when you smile I know that this moment is right
I don't care how long it's there
how many days or nights
this house will still be here when we're long gone and clear
and that's the way it will be

 

When you smile... there's a stirring in my soul
when you smile... you turn what's wrong into right
the dark into light

 

When you smile you have a radiance
and a glow to sink my heart
so no moon or jewel or promise do match the part
although I cross the seas and oceans
to see what I must see
the memory stays forever of when you smiled at me

 

When you smile... there's a stirring in my soul
when you smile... you turn iron into gold
when you smile

an ounce of your love beats a pound of pain
your face is your fortune I'm willing to pay

 

 

I KNOW

(P.King / D. Hartman / C. Midnight)

 

What do I know that you would love to hear
turn your head around take a chance again
what do I know about dirt and possession
sex and revolution, pain and confession
what do I know about who should decide
I see right and wrong
I also see two sides
what do I know about the meaning of heartache
if I hurt I hurt and if I break I break

 

I know about this lovin' thing
I know that a heart can sing
I know about true devotion honest expression
real emotion
I know I don't know everything
but I know there's a way to win
'cos I know the simple old solution
some give, some take
that's the way it is

 

what do I know about frustration and sin
fanatics and bombs, crack or anything
what do I know about who should decide
I see right and wrong, I also see two sides
what do I know there's a world on my shoulder
tell me does it show
what do I know about the meaning of heartache
if I hurt I hurt and if I break I break

 

total recall, your face
on my pillow case
touch sensitive fingers
that brush you and linger
'til the light goes on
and then you're gone

 

PASS ON BY

(P. King)

 

Ask me to say do I know what love is
ask me to give to show what that is
I'll go down on my knees
but myself I won't show
over the hill there's a light at the window
I see all that means
I can paint you the picture
but I never go in
that's a door that I've yet to cross

 

Pass on by
save yourself pain and the time
pass on by
from a love who has never loved
you should ask yourself why

 

Loneliness sits awaiting its moment
as casual glance there will panic and move you
to where things go wrong
when strangers are friends
you say you need me, well I need myself
so much more
so until the when I know
we shan't even try
you know you deserve so much more...

 

SO BRUTAL

(P. King)

 

Switch on, 21st century brethren
silverspoon babies what stirs you at all
turn me on, oh tv generation
I'll be the user for your VDU
of course goodbyes are rarely a sweet thing
they rarely come easy, they hurt and they're sore
so don't be cruel, raise your hand and wave
say goodbye to a century of heartache and pain
to young America, satellites and red square
star wars who cares, that's the 21st century happening
Einstein's fat head, sugar and white bread
consumer victims and slaves
the microchip and AIDS
to all the slaughterhouse denials
since the Nuremburg trials
to all that's unknown and said
so cruel; so brutal
of course, you'll always find pain if you want to
why break your heart searching
for ultra truths, try to understand
it's a mirror in the desert sand
like any growth of evil, from nazis to cancer
it's slow and it's steady, so always be ready
just look out of your window man, so brutal
where people search for salvation via cable tv
and clean cut advisors will point out the disease
of the junkies and the queers and the scum
and the filth of the street
well excuse me sirs, would you pass that by me again
and by the way
just who is it who categorises or arbitrates
are they lizard cold
unpassioned souls
the creator, the farmer and the reaper who'll
show no regret
who can just sit back on their righteousness
with the button poised
or turning on the gas
so that only the wise, too dumb or too scared
will survive
I'm talking religion again
I'm talking power again
I'm talking the sci-fi predictions
of the suffering capacity of man
so don't look to the east
don't look to the west
if you want to survive
you better look to yourself
get yourself wise
step off the carousel...

STAR

(P. King / M. Roberts)

 

Star struts the main street
in a thousand big towns
lookin' where the big dreams can be found
well start and stop
star is the drug
the sparkle of a fresh face lookin' up

 

To where worlds do part
let's stay out here I like the point of view
when every night brings a new star... star

 

Star plays quietly to the hush of the crowd
left to face the morning dust the ground
I'm all burned out on one night stands
give me substance take me where the

 

Worlds do part
let's stay out here I like the point of view
when every night brings a new star
a thousand dreams
a thousand nights to grasp and take our chance
let's stay out here
and you'll be my star... star

 

 

IT'S UP TO YOU

(P. King)

 

Some question the meaning
what it's worth
frustrations, position you can't reverse
the puppet string strangle in twisted fate
in dreamers this is known as a romantic state

 

But it's up to you what ou do
and who you think you are
it's up to you... upon my soul

Now everybody is label blind
everybody wants a Calvin Klein
the winter, the spring, the summer or the fall
they'll always convince ya that you just want more

 

Oh lord
Allah, and Buddha, and Jesus Christ
are happening guys and very wise
their stories often run deep
like faith and hope and Meryl Streep

 

Right...

ONE TOO MANY HEARTACHES

(P.King / D. Hartman / C. Midnight)

 

One too many heartaches, one too many times
see it in their faces, read it in the lines
one too many heartaches, from the day we're born
tears in the beginning, tears after you're gone

 

One too many heartaches baby, stop before it drives us crazy
say goodbye but don't say maybe
let's finish what we've started
stop before it drives us crazy

 

Because love is like the seasons
it can turn from hot to cold
just try to remember and see through this heartache
love is worth trying though there's no denying

 

It's one too may heartaches, why should we pretend
after all that we've been through
we're strangers once again
one too many heartaches, you know I speak the truth
what you did what I done
we are the living proof

 

One too many heartaches, it all adds up
it all adds up to
one to two the big surprise
two to three it's down to lies
three to four you can't go back
it all adds up, it alls adds up...

 

 

SLOW MOTION

(P.King / D. Hartman / C. Midnight)

 

(So)
Nobody's better than anybody else
you can use me child
but don't confuse yourself
can't separate my body from the mood I'm in
I see things coming but I ain't rushing in

 

I want slow motion
I just want this thing to last

 

Don't ask if I'm happy or if I'm sad
don't ask where I'm going
or when I'm coming back
I'm careful with my trust and I never would abuse
but when you've been machine gunned
a single shot won't do

 

Just give me slow motion
I just want this thing to last

 

Down from my knees to my feet
it's on my lips going round my hips
I'm letting go kind of slow
so hold it down take it slow...

SOME RISKS

(P. King)

 

What you never had, what you never get
chances you let pass, you may never miss
let's talk regrets, we've all had a few
experience can sometimes confuse

 

Because some risks are worth taking
it's the truth
so let's slice ourselves a portion, me and you
some risks are worth taking
it's the truth
so let's slice ourselves a portion
of the sweetest groove

 

Sister you're far too young for the chapel door
high high heels and party frocks
are hardly worn
it might not seem funky
and it might not satisfy
but there's no easy street to love or good times

 

Capuccino palor to my razor repartee
I'm no Al Capone baby
you'll find no scars on me
well these days sex and sweat
sure ain't too safe a bet
but don't you worry 'cause there's someone
somewhere
for you who's heaven sent

GLORY'S GOAL

(P. King)

 

Until today the world it was
just my address
a place to find me
that was somewhere
a place my letters were sent
that's what I say
the one way ride you make alone
the things you have to know

 

Catch the train to glory's goal
it's one step up and one step back
from heaven knows
it's a caravan to the promised land
or the cruelest joke
that was ever sold...
or was ever told

 

Don't get fooled by hedonists
the I'll try space cadets
whose values are as natural dear
as a park lane arab dear...
that's what I say
let the flesh instruct the mind
what feels wrong is wrong I find

 

 

 

 

 

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