Released: October 93
You said you wanted some space ... well is this enough for you? ... This is what you've waited for ... no dust collecting in the corners ... no cups of tea that got cold before you drank them ... Tonight ... travelling at the speed of thought ... we're go ing to escape into the stars ... It doesn't matter if the lifts are out of order ... or the car won't start ... We're rising up ... above the city ... over forests ... over fields ... rivers and lakes ... into the clouds ... and up above us ... the whole universe is shining a welcome ... Did you ever really think this day would happen ... after days trying to sell washing-machines on your own? ... It looked like we never left the ground ... but we're weightless ... floating free ,,, We can go wherever we want ... solar systems ... constellations ... galaxies ... I'll race you to the nearest planet ... How may times have you wished upon a star? ... Now you can touch it ... you can touch the stars ... go on ... don't be afraid ... "I only wanted some space" ... Well is this enough for you? ... Is it ? ... Well the stars are bright ... but they don't give out any heat ... The planets ... are lumps of rock ... floating in a vacuum ... Yeah, space is cold ... when you're on your own ... I think it's time to go home ... pulling my strings ... like a kite that flew too high ... and now it's time to come down ... Look out below ... Wait `til I get back ... You can see something ... You can see space ... but now I know ... it's O.K. ... space is O.K. ... but I'd r ather ... I'd rather get my ... I'd rather get my kicks down below ... oh yeah ... come on ...
O.U. (Gone, Gone)
Ba bababa ba bababa ... / Yeah yeah yeah yeah / The night was ended / He needed her undressed / He said he loved her / She tried to look impressed / After the break/up / it's just something you do / to stop the night/time / from falling down on you / The world is ending / the sky is falling down / She's at the station / because she's leaving town / Oh you could stop her / if you get out of bed / She wants to see you / at least that's what she said / You've got a minute / at the very most / and she's gone gone gone gone gone yes she's going away / oh yes she's going away / oh yes she's going away / oh yes she's going away / And now it's over / `cos I just saw the end / I saw the credits / I turned around and then / I saw her running / coming back to me / T he sky exploded / but I couldn't see / The world is ending / the sky is falling down / She's at the station / because she's leaving town / Oh you could stop her / if you get out of bed / She wants to see you / at least that's what she said / You've got a minute / at the very most / and she's gone and she's gone and she's gone / oh yes she's going away / Ba bababa ba bababa ... / Yeah yeah yeah yeah ...
Well it happened / years ago / when you lived on / Stanhope Road / We listened to your sister / when she came home from school / `cos she was two years older / and she had boys in her room / We listened outside and heard her / Alright / Well that was alri ght / for a while / but soon I wanted more / I wanted to see as well as hear and so I / I hid inside her wardrobe / And she came home round four / and she was with some kid called David / from the garage up the road / I listened outside, I heard her / Alr ight / Oh I want to take you home / I want to give you children / You might be my girlfriend / Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah / When I saw you / the next day / I really / couldn't tell you / `cos you might go and / tell your mother / And so you went with N eve / oh yeah and Neve was coming on / and I thought I heard you laughing / when his Mum and Dad were gone / I listened outside, I heard you / Alright / Oh I want to take you home / I want to give you children / Yeah you might be my girlfriend / Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah / Well I guess / it couldn't last too long / I came home one day / and all her things were gone / I fell asleep inside / I never heard her come / Oh and she opened up the wardrobe / and I had to / get it on / Yeah oh listen / we were on the bed / when you came home / I heard you stop / outside the door / I know you won't / believe it's true / I only went with her `cos she looks like you, my God / Oh I want to take you home / I want to give you children / Yeah you might be my girlfrien d / Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah / Oh woh / Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah...
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...
The trouble with your brother / he's always sleeping / with your mother / and I know that your sister missed her time again this month / Am I talking too fast / or are you just playing dumb? / If you want / I can write it down / It should matter to you / but aren't you the one / with your razzmatazz and the nights on the town? / oh/oh/oh / Oh you knew it / and you blew it didn't you babe? / I was lying / when I asked you to stay / now no/one's gonna care / if you don't call them when you said / and he's n ot coming round tonight / to try and talk you into bed / and all those stupid little things / they ain't working / no they aren't working at all / oh / You started getting fatter / three weeks after I left you / now you're going with some kid / looks like some bad comedian / Are you gonna go out / are you sitting at home / eating boxes of Milk Tray / Watch TV on your own / aren't you the one / with your razzmatazz and your nights on the town? / oh/oh/oh / And your father / wants to help you doesn't he bab e? / But your mother / wants to put you away / Now no/one's gonna care / if you don't call them when you said / and he's not coming round tonight / to try and talk you into bed / and all those stupid little things / they ain't working / oh they aren't wor king at all / Oh well I saw you / at the doctor's / waiting for a test / You tried to look like some kind of heiress / but your face is such a mess / And now you're going / to a party / and you're leaving / on your own / Oh I'm sorry / but didn't you say / that things go better with a little bit of razzamatazz? / Na na nana na na na... / and now no/one's gonna care / if you don't call them when you said / and he's not coming round tonight / to try and talk you into bed / Now it's half past ten in the even ing / and you wish that you were dead / `cos all those stupid little things / no they ain't working / oh they aren't working at all.
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.
I saw you standing at the stop / in your crochet halter top / and your sky/blue training bra / I know you're gonna go too far / You're driving all the boys insane / down by the sports hall in the rain / chewing/gum, a navy dress / a purple shirt and all t he rest / Oh there's stacks to do / and there's stacks to see / and there's stacks to touch / and there's stacks to be / so many ways for you to spend your time / such a lot / that I know / that you've got / ah/ah / I heard you let him touch too much / on the back seat of the bus / Did you stay over at his place? / And did you do it? / Was he ace? / The world is bigger every day / and you've always got something to say / and you've always got somewhere to go / It's getting faster don't you know? / And the re's stacks to do / and there's stacks to see / and there's stacks to touch / and there's stacks to be / so many ways for you to spend your time / such a lot / that I know / that you've got / ah/ah / Oh there's stacks to do / and there's stacks to see / o h yes stacks to touch / and there's stacks to be / so many ways for you to spend your time / such a lot / that I know / that you've got / Places to go / and faces to kiss / and boys to confuse / Are the boys good to miss? / There's so many ways for you to spend your time / such a lot / that I know / that you've got / yeah I know / that you've got / oh I know / that you've got / You got it!
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.
59, Lyndhurst Grove
There's a picture by his first wife on the wall / stripped floor/boards in the kitchen and the hall / a stain from last week's party on the stairs / no/one knows who made it / or how it ever got there / They were dancing with children round their legs / T alking business, books and records, art and sex / All things being considered / you'd call it a success / you wore your black dress / oh/oh / oh/oh... / He's an architect and such a lovely guy / and he'll stay with you until the day you die / and he'll gi ve you everything you could desire / oh well almost everything / everything that he can buy / So you sometimes go out in the afternoon / Spend an hour with your lover in his bedroom / hear old women rolling trolleys down the road / back to Lyndhurst Grove / Lyndhurst Grove / Oh