H.S.Art

Are you intent on making it?
Maybe even faking it?
Then you'll see the real me
Then you'll see what we can do.

Maybe someday we'll get it down
And make the talking linger on
Hoping it'll lead us there
Then you'll see what we can do.

Do you believe in art?
Do you believe in art?
Do you believe in art?

If you can see right through the chance
And never take the fun away
Hoping it will lead us there
Then you'll see what we can do.

Do you believe in art?
Do you believe in art?
Do you believe in art?

Do you believe in art?
Do you believe in art?
Do you believe in art?

Do you believe in art?
Do you believe in art?
Do you believe in art?

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Another Song

I wanna spend some time with you
Not now, but just another day
It's much more fun just playing games
With someone else's face.

No one waiting for my show
It's still the second game
No commitment, token drifting,
Round and round, still E.T.C.

I wanna live my life with you,
Not really, just sounds good
A word to say to pass the time
'Til all the trains have gone.

Just to spend some time with you
Not now, but just another day
No more waiting, you can't control it
But everything is really great.

This is just another song
I guess it's rather long
This is just another song
And now it's gonna stop.

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Vertical Slum

Got a Rolls Royce
It's driving me wild
I never thought about it.

Got a space
Between my eyes
And I never knew about it.

No more ways
To excavate you
There's no two ways about it.

I think that's all
There is to say
Nothing more, oh
Oh! No.

Go away and play
Little boys today
Go…
Hooray.

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Spitfire Parade

You're sitting in windows, playing your games
Trying to beat what you've seen around
Trying to beat everything you've dreamed
You haven't got nothing, just nowhere to go.

You play those games 'cause you think they're real
It's all a picture from your other view
And he's a fake that you don't choose to see
Like having nothing, having nowhere to go.

And it doesn't matter 'cause I escaped
I chose my name, you chose your clothes
I could have given in, but not like that
I got something, got somewhere to stay.

You chose to join in, I chose attack
I could have given in, but not like that
Snow on my shoes always melts right in
You haven't got nothing, just nowhere to go.

You'll sit it out, but it's all a fake
They're just the kind who couldn't try a thing
They follow on, you follow them
Just having nothing, just giving in.

And it doesn't matter 'cause I escaped
I chose to try, you chose to fake
You could have tried, it's easy to change
And I got something, I could care.

You'll sit it out, but will you see
That they're just what you shouldn't be
They just follow, don't follow too close
Having nothing isn't much of a pose.

But it doesn't matter 'cause I escaped
I chose to try, you chose to fake
If you have to give in, you have to change
I got something, I have to care.

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Harmony In Your Bathroom
(Lyrics by Jowe Head)

Why's our little one taking so long
In the shower tonight?
It might just have been something to do
With turning off the light
She said something about
Wanting to jump and shout
She gets a real charge
From the radio.

Why's our little one taking so long
On the stairs tonight?
She told me it was far too late
To put things right
She said something about
Wanting to jump and shout
She gets a real charge
From the radio.

Why's our little one taking so long
In the bath tonight?
It might just have been something to do
With turning off the light
I always understood
That we knew where we stood
You get no leeway
You get no time to change your ways.

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Midget Submarines

Solid in those waters
You were shattered and you lost your name
Cutting lines you shot the channel
Pushing out the galleons.

In a midget submarine
Midget submarine
So much like escape.

Sleeping in a moving train
With ammunition and the other guns
Diving out of games
With all those stens and always so amazed.

In a midget submarine
Midget submarine
It's all escape.

Sitting there in fashion
Just so pretty, so real, amazed
Cases of the cargo
All in canvas with galleons and tanks.

In a midget submarine
Midget submarine
It's all escape.

In a midget submarine
Midget submarine
It's all escape.

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Full Moon In My Pocket
(Lyrics by Jowe Head)

I got a full moon
I got a full moon.

I got a full moon in my tail light
I got a full moon in my port sight.

I got a full moon in my port sight
I got a full moon in my tail light.

I got a full moon
I got a full moon.

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Blam!!

Crawl cross the shelf from your hiding place
Try to look me in the face
I tried to poison you but you poisoned me
Oh, why did you do it?
You said you loved me.

Out in the garden you're swinging from the trees
Trying to hide from reality
Your slavish little conscience gone underground
Oh, why did you do it?
You said you loved me.

I don't care-I guess I'm nearly dead.
I don't care-I guess I'm nearly dead.

A sterling noise inside the room
A sullen statue playing balloons
The phenomenon of the age
Oh, why did you do it?
You said you loved me.

Playing games is all you can do
I've played out my role for you
I tried to love you, you loved me too
Oh, why did you do it?
You said you loved me.

I don't care-I guess I'm nearly dead.
I don't care-I guess I'm nearly dead.

Swing round the trees inside your brain
Keep on playing your little games
Your permit's expired, you lost your nerve
Oh, why did you do it?
You said you loved me.

Playing games is all you can do
I've played out my role for you
Your slavish little conscience gone underground
Oh, why did you do it?
You said you loved me.

I don't care-I guess I'm nearly dead.
I don't care-I guess I'm nearly dead.

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Gunboats

There's gunboats in the estuary
To cut you and protect
Gunboats float like cemeteries
Inside of your guitar.

Gunboats in the sepia
Which cannot cry at all
Gunboats in the estuary
Freezing your regime.

There's gunboats
Everywhere you walk
There's gunboats
Everywhere you walk.

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My Lil' Shoppes 'Round The Corner
(Lyrics by David Barrington)

Oh, my little shops round the corner
They sell everything
From greens
To cheese
To clothes
To TV's.

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Steven Does
(Lyrics by David Barrington & Nikki-Sudden)

It's the taste that makes him do it and he always does it right
He's a little piece of history 'cos his brain it ain't too tight
And his mumma, she's a bummer but she's really, really gear
And his poppa, he's a bopper with an empty crate of beer
And his brother, he's a lover and his sister is one too
I guess they don't know what Steven do.

Oh, Steven's got a poppy and it keeps him warm and tight
He keeps it down his trousers to protect him in a fight
He paints, it is a fetish, it ain't all that he can do
I guess he never watched the news
His eight-string is a lover and his six-string is one too
I guess they don't know what Steven do.

I guess he's almost handsome, I guess he's rather brave
I guess he got some evidence for living in caves
I know his little brother, I know he don't exist
I can always beat him on the army list
His Vashti is a lover, his hedgehog is one too
I guess they don't know what Steven do.

Oh, camels lack reality and camels lack a brain
I guess that ain't too true but there's a villa in Spain
He's got a kiosk fetish, an aspro in his glass
You know that Stevie never lives in the past
His headpiece is a kiosk, his wigwam bandit too
I guess they don't know what Stevie do.

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Bronze And Baby Shoes
(Lyrics By Jowe Head)

Bronze And Baby Shoes
I leave no footmarks where I stand
Now I'm walking sideways
Like a crab that's scared of sand
Nothing left to leave to chance
Igniting signal flares
Nothing left in paradise
Nothing left to share.

Disused observation posts
Fall snaking through the trees
Earning pocket money
Through recycled masonry
Someone left a car in gear
That travelled on for days
The only way it could be stopped
Leave it gathering dust

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