Styloroc (Nites Of Suburbia)
After many weeks in the wilderness we came upon a strange, exotic life. A land of happy hours where the skies are grey and the food exceptionally greasy. We drank strange brown liquids, and our stomachs swelled up like balloons. A thousand fake orgasms ev
ery night behind thick draylon curtains. They go on and on and on and on. Oh! We sank back into long PVC sofas. Outside dogs roamed the streets and the roof/tops, plus it would rain; but now we've grown so fat we can no longer pass through the door. Stay
we must, sprouting black hair beneath bry/nylon underwear. Yes, you will stay; these nights of suburbia go on and on and on and on and on and on and on. They go on and on and on and on and on and on and on. Yeah, oh, I'm feeling greasy. Oh, I can't hear y
ou. Oh, you're fading away. Oh no. Oh...
Sheffield: Sex City
Intake / Manor Park / The Wicker / Norton / Freshville / Hackenthorpe / Shalesmoor / Wombwell / Catcliffe / Brincliffe / Attercliffe / Ecclesall / Woodhouse / Wybourn / Pitsmoor / Badger / Wincobank / Crookes / Walkley / Broomhill / Oh! "I was only about
eleven when this happened. We were living in a big block of flats with a central courtyard. All the bedroom windows opened onto this court, and sometimes in the middle of the night, in that building it sounded like a mass orgy. I may have only been eleven
, but no/one had to tell me what all that moaning and yelling was about. I'd lie there mesmerised, listening to the first couple. Invariably, they'd wake up other couples, and like some kind of chain reaction, within minutes the whole building was fucking
. I mean, have you ever heard other people fucking, and really enjoying it? It's a marvellous sound. Not like in the movies, but when it's real. It's such a happy, exciting sound." / The city is a woman / Bigger than any other / Oh, sophisticated lady / Y
eah, I wanna be your lover / (not your brother, not your mother, yeah) / The sun rose from behind the gasometers at six/thirty a.m., crept through the gap in your curtains, and caressed your bare feet poking from beneath the floral sheets. I watched it fl
aking bits of varnish from your nails, trying to work it's way up under the sheets. Jesus! Even the sun's on heat today; the whole city getting stiff in the building heat. / I just want to make contact with you / Oh that's all I wanna do / I just want to
make contact with you / Oh that's all / I wanna do / Ow / Now I'm trying hard to meet her / but the fares went up at seven / She is somewhere in the city / somewhere watching television / watching people being stupid / doing things she can't believe in /
love won't last `til next installment / ten o' clock on Tuesday evening / The world is going on outside / the night is gaping open wide / The wardrobe and the chest of drawers / are telling her to go outdoors / He should have been here by this time / he s
aid that he'd be here by nine / That guy is such a prick sometimes / I don't know why you bother, really. / Oh babe / oh I'm sorry / but I / had to make love to every crack in the pavement and the shop doorways / and the puddles of rain that reflected you
r face in my eyes. / The day didn't go too well. Too many chocolates and cigarettes. I kept thinking of you and almost walking into lamp/posts. Why's it so hot? (Peace garden!) The air coming up to the boil; rubbing up against walls and lamp/posts trying
to get rid of it. Old women clack their tongues in the shade of crumbling concrete bus shelters. Dogs doing it in central reservations and causing multiple pile/ups in the centre of town. I didn't want to come here in the first place, but I've been senten
ced to three years in the Housing Benefit waiting room. I must have lost your number in the all/night garage, and now I'm wandering up and down your street, calling you name, in the rain, whilst my shoes turn to sodden cardboard. Where are you? (I'm here!
) Where are you? (I'm here!) Where are you? (I'm here!) Where are you? (I'm here!) Where are you? (I'm here!) Where are you? (I'm here!) Where are you? That's all I wanna do. / I'm still trying hard to meet you / but it doesn't look like happening / `cos
the city's out to get me / if I won't sleep with her this evening / Though her buildings are impressive / and her cul/de/sacs amazing / she's had too many lovers / and I know you're out there waiting / And now she's getting into bed / he's had his chance
now it's too late / The carpet's screaming for her soul / the darkness wants to eat her whole / Tonight must be the night it ends / tomorrow she will call her friends / and go out on her own somewhere / Who needs this shit anyway? / And listen / I wandere
d the streets the whole night crying, trying to pick up your scent / writing messages on walls / and the puddles of rain reflected your face in my eyes. / We finally made it on a hill/top at four a.m. The whole city is your jewellery/box; a million twinkl
ing yellow street lights. Reach out and take what you want; you can have it all. Gee it's so hot tonight! I didn't think we were gonna make it. It was so bad during the day, but now I'm snug and warm under an eiderdown sky. All the things we saw: everyone
on Park Hill came in unison at four/thirteen a.m. and the whole block fell down. The tobacconist caught fire, and everyone in the street died of lung cancer. The grunts from the T/reg Chevette; you bet, you bet, yeah you bet. Mmmmm. Yeah. All I wanna do
is make contact with you. Tomorrow, are we gonna? That's all I wanna do... / I was trying hard to meet her / but the fares went up at seven / She was somewhere in the city / somewhere watching television / Watching people being stupid / doing things she c
an't believe in / Love won't last `til next installment / ten o'clock on Tuesday evening / The world was going on outside / The night was waiting open wide / The wardrobe and the chest of drawers / were telling her to go outdoors / He should have been the
re by that time / he said that he'd be there by nine / That guy is such a prick sometimes / Yeah Jesus! / Oh baby / babe / I wanna / I wanted to tell you that / there's nothing / there's nothing to worry about because we can / we can / we can / we can get
it together / oh yeah / oh we got it together tonight / yeah we made it.
Inside Susan
Susan catches the bus into town at ten-thirty a.m. She sits on the back seat. She looks at the man in front's head and thinks how his fat wrinkled neck is like a large carrot sticking out from the collar of his shirt. She adds up the numbers on her bus ti
cket to see if they make twenty-one, but they don't. Maybe she shouldn't bother going to school at all, then. Her friends will be in the yard with their arms folded on their chests, shielding their breasts to try and make them look bigger, whilst the boys
will be too busy playing football to notice. The bus is waiting on the High Street when suddenly it begins to rain torrentially and it sounds like someone has emptied about a million packets of dried peas on top of the roof of the bus. "What if it just k
eeps raining," she thinks to herself, "and it was just like being in an aquarium except it was all the shoppers and office/workers that were floating passed the window instead of fish?" She's still thinking about this when the bus goes passed Caroline Lee
's house where there was a party last week. There were some German exchange students there who were very mature; they all ended up jumping out of the bedroom window. One of them tried to get her to kiss him on the stairs, so she kicked him. Later she was
sick because she drunk too much cider. Caroline was drunk as well; she was pretending she was married to a tall boy in glasses, and she had to wear a polo/neck for three days afterwards to cover up the love/bite on her neck. By now the bus is going passed
the market. Outside is a man who spends all day forcing felt/tip pens into people's hands and then trying to make them pay for them. She used to work in the pet shop, but she got sacked for talking to boys when she was supposed to be working. She wasn't
too bothered though, she hated the smell of the rabbits anyway. "Maybe this bus won't stop," she thinks, "and I'll stay on it until I'm old enough to go into pubs on my own. Or it could drive me to a town where people with black hair drink Special Brew an
d I can make lots of money by charging fat old men five pounds a time to look up my skirt. Oh, they'll be queuing up to take me out to dinner..." I suppose you think she's just a silly girl with stupid ideas, but I remember her in those days. They talk ab
out people with a fire within and all that stuff, well, she had that alright. It's just that no/one dared to jump into her fire; they would have been consumed. Instead, they put her in a corner and let her heat up the room, warming their hands and backsid
es in front of her, and then slagging her off around town. No/one ever really got inside Susan, and, and, she always ended up getting off the bus at the terminus and then walking home.