Painting and Kissing (Liverpool, 2000) I'm in love with Linda, I think she understands me.
She's down in the dumps, she lives on Holloway Road,
I met her in the Wig and Gown, We couldn't talk with the music so loud
but I could tell she was intrigued,
She took me down to her basement, she showed me all of her paintings,
She sure couldn't paint, but she could kiss.
East London will never forgive, all my wrong doings but still it's the place where I live,
North London has a place in her heart, she's far too strong for me that's what I thought at the start,
I'm not that strong
After a week or two ,I thought our love was true,
She was my girlfriend, but I couldn't call her my girlfriend.
The first time that she came to my house, she bought Chardonnay, now I buy Chardonnay, almost every day.
And as her kissing got worse, oh her paintings improved, but what does that prove, it proves nothing.
On March the 23 rd she said something so absurd,
She said 'You love to be in love, but your never really in love.'
She said 'You love to be in love, but your never really in love.'
Every single day, I get down and pray, that she'll change her mind
I Stole a Bride (Portsmouth, 2000) And every Prince, who lives in Greece,
Will tear themselves to pieces for this beauty,
Born of a swan,
Jesus don't be long, let her body sweat above mine in the summertime.
And was it she who wrote 'Porn is Woman Hatred' on my overcoat,
Christ I need that coat, it really shouldn't be this cold in summertime
When she lies with me, will she pretend I'm pretty, will she forget I'm ugly,
oh I've lived a lie, I stole a pretty bride during the summertime.
Why, must she taunt me so, she still has his sent, she still wears the suitors clothes,
oh I've lived a lie, I stole a pretty bride during the summertime.
And when the swan coupled with the goose, they conceived a holy beauty and they let her loose,
And she caused a war, for ten long years,
By running off with me she caused her husband tears.
And those big clipper ships are heading straight for me and I haven't even kissed her properly.
Love Inside the Stud farm (Blackwood, 2000) Girl, you're a teaser, what an earth did I just do to deserve a thing like you,
And there's love inside the studfarm tonight and while the horses buck and moan I've found a place in you called home.
You don't know what you've done to me,
With that voice, with those eyes,
With that smile, with that smell.
Oh, tonight you're going nowhere you are lying here with me,
Tonight you're skin is warm enough to rid this chill in me,
So open up your eyes, open up your mouth,
Let me kiss your forehead now the night has fallen down.
(oh, I've said it fifty times, I'm happy to reside,
nesting by your side, I will sleep with you tonight.)
Fat Kelly's Teeth (Brussels, 1998) The spaces between all the towns,
Is where I lay my sweetheart down.
The spaces between her cruellest insults is where I stopped being faithful,
The gaps between Fat Kelly's Teeth,
Distract my eyes from her body,
And as she pulls me to the floor,
I don't feel that guilty,
My trousers are below my knees,
And her skirts above her waist.
But in the cold sober light she's not nearly so pretty,
But if I drink more gin her grace might return.
My sweetheart don't know,
And I sure won't tell her that fat Kelly's teeth have bitten chunks out of me,
And what was I thinking of when I went home with her,
She had sympathy, she had cigarettes,
Now they've all disappeared,
Between her teeth, between her teeth.
And I always forget, how quick the rot sets,
And now that the sun sets, I must go home,
I don't feel regretful, I don't feel ungrateful,
Even though I'm unfaithful I don't feel that bad
A Hymn for the Coffee (Rough Trade Shop, London, 1998) Bless the coffee that passes between her lips,
‘cause the caffeine gives the woman a nervous twitch.
When she crossed those big white thighs, what I saw could hardly have been intended.
And her skirted suit it implies to me,
She should not chastise so callously,
As the woman who shared my bed and wiped my brow for the past three years.
And my true love don't drink her coffee like her,
Don't wear lipstick like her,
My true love, she is cursed.
And my true love don't swing her hips like her,
Not got those sassy curls,
My true love, she is cursed.
Hope the morning coffee does the trick,
Hope it clears my mind makes the day more worth it,
Cause the devil in me and the deep blue sea are entwined as on since that girl winked at me.
May God Protect Your Home (Portland, USA, 1996) I'm tired of boys who fight with girls and stain their sheets,
And girls who tell stories of boys and graze their knees,
And where did you get to smell so sweet,
Is that sweetness for me,
And where did I find these eyes that I found,
They will surely let me down.
And your hair stops short of a line which starts at your neck,
And flows over your collar bone down to your breast,
Where my hand lies ever so gently.
And my hand starts to move down your stomach and in between those thighs,
To a soft warm place I call home and may god protect your home.
There's a lady who cries and builds a shrine for a miscarried child,
And a small boy who cries and cries and cries and cries and cries.
I see these sights with the sleepiest eyes and a heart so contentedly wise and tired,
And now I bathe in the light of the most beautiful angel this side of the sun.
Alan Bean (Club Lek, Amsterdam, 2001) Ever felt like giving up?
I've felt like giving up.
But not since 1969.
I found a greater truth,
At a godly altitude,
Won't waste another day of my life.
As we tumbled down to earth,
We felt the capsule turn,
We saw the blue skies burn.
As we splashed down in the sea,
You were praying on your knees,
It bought a change in me.
Everyone will forget soon,
The fourth man on the moon,
But I've got it in my mind.
I'd like to paint your eyes,
But I've got to paint the sky.
Going to be a painter all my life.
As we tumbled down to earth,
We felt the capsule turn,
We saw the blue skies burn.
As we splashed down in the sea,
You were praying on your knees,
It bought a change in me.
And what you didn't see,
I'll let you see through me.
I'm going to paint the moon for you.
Ever felt like giving up?
'We've felt like giving up'
Ever felt like giving up?
'All the time.'
Seafaring (Portsmouth, 2000)
Waves that big will sink a ship this size,
The memory of the friends we lose,
Stains our days like a bruise.
In a storm like this, this vessel will capsize,
My love has the prettiest head cause Jesus sleeps between her legs.
On the holiest of nights,
when the angel sleeps so tight,
I stay awake to watch her breathing.
On the coldest morning after,
I hear the sound of laughter,
From people who can't be as happy as me.
Jessica acts as my harbour,
Within her arms is my haven.
She thinks that I'm worthy and able.
So I kiss her from her toes to her navel.
Her hair it acts as a beacon,
Drawing me away from the harlots and their wanton ways,
And all the lonely people need her so.
And Christ alone knows how he made those lips,
The deity worked over time, I see his likeness in her eyes.
And as we sale towards the calmer seas,
Fifty thousand beads of sweat running down her long white legs.
On the sunniest of summers, When I wake from winter slumber,
And smell the school girls hair as they go bathing and,
Sin will lose the one I love,
Jessie's hair is long enough,
To wipe away the fact that she is sixteen years old.
The Sad Witch (Liverpool, 2000)
You wouldn't believe in my new belle she flits and weaves a curious spell,
And under my skin there's a place where she resides.
Finding a release in prayers and psalms I will obey her articulate commands,
She is just a coquette and how I wish I could forget.
Breathing new life in to the sad witch and she promised me three wishes and all I wish is she should remain here.
A poisonous saint with a brittle, crippled frame and she fooled me with her motherly gestures, my only guess is she's misguided.
The sins, the sins the heavenly limbs that greet below the red, red lights,
Hold no sway with me now she's my intended.
The jewels around her neck retain a curious sheen, god is in my heart and tearing at the seams,
Her atheist tracts are certainly persuading.
(and I don't know, and I don't want to know, if she floats or drowns, if she floats or drowns.)
Hello Kitten (Oxford, 2001) Hello kitten I don't miss sex just the feeling of skin against skin that I want,
The photos I take are not the photos I like, they look dull, they look crap when placed next to real life,
You have a blue iris with a hint of burnt of sienna and it wrestles my hate to the ground,
You have inquisitive eyebrows that make me soft centred and your lips make a purring sound.
I'm going to make myself go blind tonight,
I'm going to make myself go blind tonight,
I'm going to build a shrine to the wasted days,
I'm going to make myself go blind tonight.
Hello kitten, you'll never know what it's like to be me when I'm curled at your feet,
I thought you were perfect but that racist joke just made it all bitter sweet.
Won't you slap me around and make my lips a bit swollen so we can spend a day off work,
Won't you cut up my arm and lock it in a suitcase, cause love is coming in spurts, I'm so fucking happy it hurts.
Eloping (Glasgow, 2000)
I bet your eyes aren't really that blue, I think they've been airbrushed in by an artist who doesn't care.
And I bet your hair isn't really that blonde, but isn't it the way we wanted it to be.
And I bet you don't usually smile that much, especially with some one like me.
And I bet you really sweat, but none of this is what I want to say to you.
I don't want to be dancing with the wallflower, I want you cause you've got painted toenails.
My tired arms ache just to hold you now.
I don't believe that you are still a virgin, so what say we get a little closer.
Come with me I'll take you on an airplane now,
And London from above at night will look like a billion lit candles,
And you face will glow red at the sunrise,
And god knows I really want to travel and god knows I really want to start anew, with you,
And god knows, god knows, god knows.
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Other Information
The most recent release to date, a lo-fi collection of desk tapes and live bootlegs. We were never recorded on the best nights but that's probably how its supposed to be. What follows is some pictures of our audiences, taken by us (of course) are you there?
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