The Stars Of Track And Field 

      Make a new cult every day to suit your affairs
      Kissing girls in English, at the back of the stairs
      You're a honey, with a following of innocent boys
      They never know it
      Because you never show it
      You always get your way
      They never know it
      Because you never show it
      You always get your way

      Have you and her been taking pictures of your
      obsessions?
      Because I met a kid who went through one of your
      sessions
      In his blue velour and silk
      You liberated
      A boy I never rated
      And now he's throwing discuss
      For Liverpool and Widnes
      You liberated
      A boy I never rated
      And now he's doing business

      The stars of track and field, you are
      The stars of track and field, you are
      The stars of track and field are beautiful people

      Could I write a piece about you now that you've made it?
      About the hours spent, the emptiness in your training
      You only did it so that you could wear
      Your terry underwear
      And feel the city air
      Run past your body

      Could I write a requiem for you when you're dead?
      "She had the moves, she had the speed, it went to her
      head"
      She never needed anything to get her round the track
      But when she's on her back
      She had the knowledge
      To get her into college
      But when she's on her back
      She had the knowledge
      To get her into college

                          

                          Seeing Other People 
                                      
                               We lay on the bed there
                               Kissing just for practice
                               Could we please be objective?
                               Cause the other boys are queuing up behind us
                               A hand over my mouth
                               A hand over the window
                               Well, if I remain passive and you just want to cuddle
                               Then we should be ok, and we won't get into trouble
                               Cause we're seeing other people
                               At least that's what we say we are doing

                               How are you feeling?
                               I don't think you can be dealing
                               With the situation very well
                               You take a lover for a dirty weekend, that's ok
                               But when it's over
                               You are looking at the working week in the eyes of a
                               gigolo

                               You're kissing your elbow
                               You're kissing your reflection
                               And you can't understand why all the other boys are
                               going for the
                               New, tall, elegant rich kids
                               I'll admit it is a bitch, kid
                               But if they don't see the quality then it is apparent that
                               You're going to have to change
                               Or you're going to have to go with girls
                               You might be better off
                               At least they know what they're doing

                               We lay on the bed there
                               Kissing just for practice
                               Could we please be objective?
                               Cause the other boys are queuing up behind us
                               A hand over my mouth
                               A hand over the window
                               Well, if I remain passive and you just want to cuddle
                               Then we should be ok, and we won't get into trouble
                               Cause we're seeing other people
                               At least that's what we say we are doing


                              Me And The Major 
 
                               Me and the Major could become close friends cause we
                               Get on the same train and he wants to talk to me
                               Me and the Major could become close friends cause we
                               Get on the same train and he wants to talk
                               But there is too much history, too much biography
                               between us

                               Me and the Major don't see eye to eye on a
                               Number of things, he'll take a guy like me and then
                               Me and the Major don't see eye to eye on a
                               Number of things, he'll take a guy like me
                               And put him in the army
                               Cause the Queen's own army makes a man of you

                               But he doesn't understand and he doesn't try
                               He knows there's something missing and he knows it's
                               you and I
                               We're the younger generation, we grew up fast
                               All the others did drugs
                               They're taking it out on us
                               They're taking it out on us

                               Me and the Major are from different worlds, but if
                               I get stuck in the lift it's always with a toff
                               Me and the Major are from different worlds, but if
                               I get stuck in the lift it's always with a man
                               Of noble standing who looks down on me like I was
                               never born

                               I think the Major's going quite insane, he goes
                               Along the pavement and comes back again, oh yeah
                               I think the Major's going quite insane, he goes
                               Along the pavement and comes back again
                               Like he is on parade, and he is on parade
                               At least he thinks so

                               Now he is swapping his tent for a sheltered home
                               He doesn't have a family, he is living alone
                               He remembers all the punks and the hippies too
                               And he remembers Roxy Music in seventy-two
                               He doesn't understand and he doesn't try
                               He knows there's something missing and he knows it's
                               you and I
                               We're the younger generation, we grew up fast
                               All the others did drugs
                               They're taking it out on us
                               They're taking it out on us
                               They're taking it out on us

                               I want a dance, I want a drink of whisky so I
                               Forget the Major and go up the town
                               Because the snow is falling


                          Like Dylan In The Movies 
 
                               Lisa's kissing men like a long walk home
                               When the music stops
                               Take a tip from me, don't go through the park
                               When you're on your own, it's a long walk home

                               If they follow you
                               Don't look back
                               Like Dylan in the movies
                               On your own
                               If they follow you
                               It's not your money that they're after boy it's you

                               Pure easy listening, settle down
                               On the pillow soft when they've all gone home
                               You can concentrate on the ones you love
                               You can concentrate, hey, now they've gone

                               If they follow you
                               Don't look back
                               Like Dylan in the movies
                               On your own
                               If they follow you
                               It's not your money that they're after boy it's you

                               Yeah you're worth the trouble and you're worth the pain
                               And you're worth the worry, I would do the same
                               If we all went back to another time
                               I will love you over
                               I will love you

                               If they follow you
                               Don't look back
                               Like Dylan in the movies
                               On your own
                               If they follow you
                               Tenderly you turn the light off in your room

                          
                               The Fox In The Snow 
 


                               Fox in the snow, where do you go
                               To find something you can eat?
                               Cause the word out on the street is you are starving
                               Don't let yourself grow hungry now
                               Don't let yourself grow cold
                               Fox in the snow

                               Girl in the snow, where will you go
                               To find someone that will do?
                               To tell someone all the truth before it kills you
                               They listen to your crazy laugh
                               Before you hang a right
                               And disappear from sight
                               What do they know anyway?
                               You'll read it in a book
                               What do they know anyway?
                               You'll read it in a book tonight

                               Boy on the bike, what are you like
                               As you cycle round the town?
                               You're going up, you're going down
                               You're going nowhere
                               It's not as if they're paying you
                               It's not as if it's fun
                               At least not anymore
                               When your legs are black and blue
                               It's time to take a break
                               When your legs are black and blue
                               It's time to take a holiday

                               Kid in the snow, way to go
                               It only happens once a year
                               It only happens once a lifetime
                               Make the most of it
                               Second just to being born
                               Second to dying to
                               What else could you do?


                          Get Me Away From Here I'm Dying 
 
                               Ooh! Get me away from here I'm dying
                               Play me a song to set me free
                               Nobody writes them like they used to
                               So it may as well be me
                               Here on my own now after hours
                               Here on my own now on a bus
                               Think of it this way
                               You could either be successful or be us
                               With our winning smiles, and us
                               With our catchy tunes, and us
                               Now we're photogenic
                               You know, we don't stand a chance

                               Oh, I'll settle down with some old story
                               About a boy who's just like me
                               Thought there was love in everything and everyone
                               You're so naive!
                               After a while they always get it
                               They always reach a sorry end
                               Still it was worth it as I turned the pages solemnly, and
                               then
                               With a winning smile, the boy
                               With naivety succeeds
                               At the final moment, I cried
                               I always cry at endings

                               Oh, that wasn't what I meant to say at all
                               From where I'm sitting, rain
                               Washing against the lonely tenement
                               Has set my mind to wander
                               Into the windows of my lovers
                               They never know unless I write
                               "This is no declaration, I just thought I'd let you know
                               goodbye"
                               Said the hero in the story
                               "It is mightier than swords
                               I could kill you sure
                               But I could only make you cry with these words"



                               If You're Feeling Sinister 

                               Anthony walked to his death because he thought he'd
                               never feel this way again
                               If he goes back to the house then things would go from
                               bad to worse, what could he do?
                               He wants to remember things exactly as he left them on
                               that Wednesday
                               And if there is something else beyond, he isn't scared
                               because
                               It's bound to be less boring than today
                               It's bound to be less boring than tomorrow

                               Hilary walked to her death because she couldn't think of
                               anything to say
                               Everybody thought that she was boring, so they never
                               listened anyway
                               Nobody was really saying anything of interest, she fell
                               asleep
                               She was into S&M and bible studies
                               Not everyone's cup of tea she would admit to me
                               Her cup of tea, she would admit to no one
                               Her cup of tea, she would admit to me
                               Oh but her cup of tea, she would admit to no one

                               Hilary went to the Catholic Church because she wanted
                               information
                               The vicar, or whatever, took her to one side and gave her
                               confirmation
                               Saint Theresa's calling her, the church up on the hill is
                               looking lovely
                               But it doesn't interest, the only things she wants to
                               know is
                               How and why and when and where to go
                               How and why and when and where to follow
                               How and why and when and where to go
                               How and why and when and where to follow

                               But if you are feeling sinister
                               Go off and see a minister
                               He'll try in vain to take away the pain of being a
                               hopeless unbeliever

                               When she got back, her spirituality was thrown into
                               confusion
                               So she got a special deal on renting
                               From the man at Rediffusion
                               "Look at me! I'm on TV
                               It makes up for the shortcomings of being poor
                               Now I'm in a million pieces", picked up for deliberation
                               By the people listening at home
                               By the people watching on the telly
                               By the people listening at home
                               By the people watching on the telly

                               But if you are feeling sinister
                               Go off and see a minister
                               Chances are you'll probably feel better
                               If you stayed and played with yourself

                          

                          Mayfly 
 
                               Lovesick on a sunny afternoon
                               You are tired of stopping in
                               You are waiting for the time
                               Mayfly, woken up when skys are clear
                               I don't mind you coming near
                               Keep me company till she comes again
                               You are the one who's privy to
                               I am the one who's making do
                               Because you saw him in the park
                               Because you saw him at the bridges with the people in
                               the park

                               Cana was the start of something big
                               You were there in the beginning
                               You were there to see him play
                               Mayfly, woken up when sky's are blue
                               I don't mind the sight of you
                               Keep me company till she comes around
                               You are the one who's privy to
                               I am the one who's making do
                               Because you saw him at the celebrations standing at
                               the side
                               He had the moves to save the day
                               But you would love him anyway

                               Lovesick, it came back upon yourself
                               You are the girl left on the shelf
                               You are incapable of playing the fool
                               Longing…so what's different today?
                               You sent the boys and girls away
                               You are concerned with matters lofty
                               But puzzled so it makes you sick
                               Your diary's looking like a bible with it's verses lost in
                               time
                               And lost in meaning for the people who surround you
                               It's a crying shame
                               You know it's a crying shame



                          The Boy Done Wrong Again 
 
                               The boy done wrong again
                               Hang your head in shame and cry your life away
                               The boy done wrong again
                               Hang your head in shame and cry your life away
                               Are you ok now?
                               Are you ok now?

                               On Saturday I was an angel shining fair
                               You shone louder, longer
                               You put my shine to shame
                               Put me to shame now
                               Put me to shame

                               What is it I must do to pay for all my crimes?
                               What is it I must do?
                               I would do it all the time

                               All I wanted was to sing the saddest songs
                               If somebody sings along I will be happy now

                               The woodland spring will put the darkness from your
                               thinking
                               If this town's your sinking ship
                               Then you know where to jump

                               Talking dirty, for a hobby it's fine
                               So pour another glass of wine
                               I'll think of England this time

                               All I wanted was to sing the saddest songs
                               If somebody sings along I will be happy now

                          

                          Judy And The Dream Of Horses 
 
                               Judy wrote the saddest song
                               She showed it to a boy in school today
                               Judy, where did you go wrong?
                               You used to make me smile when I was down
                               Judy was a teenage rebel
                               She did it with a boy when she was young
                               She gave herself to books and learning
                               She gave herself to being number one
                               Judy, I don't know you if you're gonna show me
                               everything
                               Judy, I don't know you if you're gonna show me
                               everything

                               Judy got a book at school
                               She went under the cover with her torch
                               She fell asleep till it was morning
                               She dreamt about the girl who stole a horse
                               Judy never felt so good except when she was sleeping
                               Judy never felt so good except when she was sleeping

                               Judy, let's go for a walk
                               We can kiss and whatever you want
                               But you will be disappointed
                               You will asleep with ants in your pants
                               Judy, you're just trying to find and keep the dream of
                               horses
                               And the song she wrote was Judy and the Dream of
                               Horses
                               Dream of Horses
                               You dream of horses

                               The best looking boys are taken
                               The best looking boys are staying inside
                               So Judy, where does that leave you?
                               Walking the street from morning to night
                               With a star upon your shoulder lighting up the path that
                               you walk
                               With a parrot on your shoulder, saying everything when
                               you talk
                               If you're ever feeling blue
                               Then write another song about your dream of horses
                               Write a song about your dream of horses
                               Call it Judy And The Dream Of Horses
                               Call it Judy And The Dream Of Horses
                               You dream of horses



































































                          It Could Have Been A Brilliant Career 
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                               He had a stroke at the age of 24
                               It could have been a brilliant career
                               Painting lines in a school that was too well known
                               Painting lines with a friend that had gone before
                               She challenged everyone to a fight
                               But the prefects all backed down
                               And they ran her out of town
                               Cause she drank and swore and spoke
                               Out of turn, she was the village joke

                               She had a stroke at the age of 24 
                               It could have been a brilliant career 
                               Getting clients to finance her strategies 
                               Filling time in on Safeways on Saturday 
                               She wears the clothes of an emperor 
                               But her paintings are a sham 
                               And they're going for a grand 
                               When the dealers come to view 
                               Do they ever see the real you?

                               He had a stroke at the age of 24 
                               It could have been a brilliant career 
                               Selling lies to the boys with the old Dansettes
                               Pulling the wool, playing the fool, it's no wonder that
                               He is dribbling spit tonight 
                               And the one he sent away 
                               Was the only one who stayed 
                               With a spoon and a decent book 
                               And you can tell by the way she looks he is sorry and
                               resigned 
                               As he wets himself for the final time

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                          Sleep The Clock Around 
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                               And the moment will come when composure returns
                               Put a face on the world, turn your back to the wall
                               And you walk twenty yards with your head in the air
                               Down the Liberty Hill, where the fashion brigade
                               Look with curious eyes on your raggedy way
                               And for once in your life you have nothing to say
                               And could this be the time when somebody will come
                               To say, "Look at yourself, you're not much use to
                               anyone"

                               Take a walk in the park, take a valium pill
                               Read the letter you got from the memory girl
                               But it takes more than this to make sense of the day
                               Yeah it takes more than milk to get rid of the taste
                               And you trusted to this, and you trusted to that
                               And when you saw it all come, it was waving the flag
                               Of the United States of Calamity, hey!
                               After all that you've done boy, Im sure you're going to
                               pay 

                               In the morning you come to the ladies salon
                               To get all fitted out for The Paperback Throne
                               But the people are living far away from the place
                               Where you wanted to help, it's a bit of a waste
                               And the puzzle will last till somebody will say
                               "There's a lot to be done while your head is still young"
                               If you put down your pen, leave your worries behind
                               Then th

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