Modern Life Is Rubbish - 1993                

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For Tomorrow


he`s a twentieth century boy,
with his hands on the rails
trying not to be sick again
and holding on for tomorrow
london ice cracks on a seamless line,
he`s hanging on dear life
so we hold each other tightly
and hold on for tomorrow

singing la la la la la la
holding on for tomorrow

she`s a twentieth century girl,
with her hands on the wheel
trying not to make him sick again,
seeing she can borrow
london`s so nice
back in your seamless rhymes,
but we`re lost on the westway
so we hold each other tightly,
and hold on for tomorrow

(chorus)
(middle)

trying not to be sick again
and holding on for tomorrow

she`s a twentieth century girl,
hanging on for dear life
so we hold each other tightly
and hold on for tomorrow

(chorus)

(jim stops and gets out the car,
goes to a house in emperors gate,
through the door and to his room,
then he puts the tv on,
turns it off and make some tea,
says modern life is rubbish,
then susan comes into the room,
she`s a naughty girl with a lovely smile
says let`s talk a drive to primrose hill
it`s windy there and the view is so nice,
london ice can freeze you toes
like anyone i suppose.)

Advert


(ad lib from the shopping channel)
it`s six o`clock on the dot
and i`m half way home
i feel foul mouthed as i stand
and wait for the underground
and a nervous disposition
doesn`t agree with this
i need something to remind me
that there is something else

you need a holiday somewhere in the sun
with all the people who are waiting
there never seems to be one
say something, say something else

advertisements are here
for rapid persuasion
if you stare too long
you lose your appetite
a nervous disposition
doesn`t agree with this
you need a fast relief from aches
and stomach pains

(chorus)
do you advert think?

Colin Zeal


colin zeal know the value of mass appeal
he`s a pedestrian walker,
he`s a civil talker
he`s an affable man with a plausible plan
keeps his eyes on the new,
keeps his future in hand
and then he

looks at his watch
he`s on time yet again
he`s pleased whit himself,
so pleased whit himself,
he`s pleased with himself, ah ah

while sitting in traffic,
colin thinks in automatic
he`s an immaculate dresser,
he`s the common aggressor
he`s modern retard
with a love of bombast
keeps his eye on news
never dwells on the past
and then he

(chorus)

Pressure On Julian


only the magical transit children sing,
sing the lullaby bah bah bah
sitting on the pavement
sucking on a long straw,
it`s colourful, it`s colourful,
but it washes you out
here`s is my violence
and here is the excuse,
i learnt it all but only second hand
falling into walls well what is it with you
you`d never know, never know,
never know

we planned it all this way,
we planned it all this way
pressure on julian

swimming in yellow pissy water
sand getting in between the ears
no blood in head in this bloody weather
irate people with yellow tongues
only the magical transit children sing
sing the lullaby bah bah bah
falling into walls well what is it with you
you`d never know, never know,
never know

(chorus)

(there was pressure on julian,
pushing trolleys in the car park
from b to 1 then back to b,
pressure on julian,
he keeps passing out,
poor, precious little snout,
the birds are singing at night,
pressure on julian)

Starshaped


wash with new soap behind the collar
keeps a clean mental state
don`t usually bother in cold weather
but still i`m getting into work late

and i don`t need practice
i`ve been making plans (for the future)
become and unconscious man
(all for the good)
feel so unnecessary
(we don`t think so, you seen starshaped)

i have a couple at the week end
helps keep up camaraderie
and my mind boggles
in the muddle at the possibilities
(bridge)

(chorus)

wash with the new soap behind the collar
helps keep down the laundry
and now i bother in cold weather
because it cleans me mentally

Blue Jeans


air cushioned soles
i bought them on the portobello road
on a sunday
i stop and star awhile
a common pastime
when conversation goes astray

but dot` think i`m walking out of this

she doesn`t mind, whatever i say,
whatever i say
i don`t really want ot change a thing.
i want to stay this way forever

blue, blue jeans i wear them everyday
there`s no particular reason to change
my thoughts are getting banal,
i can`t help it but i won`t pull out hair another day
(bridge)

(chorus)

you know it`s to be with you

Chemical World


the pay-me girl has hand enough
of the bleeps
so she takes a bus into a country
although she got herself rosy cheeks
she didn`t leave enough money
to pay the rent
what a shame she was just getting comfy
now she`s eating chocolate
in induce sleep
in a chemical world
it`s very very very cheap

and i don`t know about you
they `re putting the holes in yes yes
it`s been a hell of a do
they`ve been putting the holes in yes yes

peeping thomas has a very nice view
across the street at the exhibitionist
these townies they never speak to you
just sick together so they never get lonely
felling lead, feeling quite light headed
had to sit down and have some sugary tea
a chemical world, in a chemical world
it`s very very very cheap

Sunday Sunday


sunday sunday here again in tidy attire
you read the colour supplement,
the tv guide

you dream of protein on a plate
regret you left it quite so late
to gather the family around the table
to eat enough to sleep on,
the sunday sleep

sunday sunday
here again a walk in the park
you meet an old soldier
and talk of the past
he fought for us in the two world wars
and says
the england he knew is no more
he sing the songs of praise every week
but always falls to sleep
for that sunday sleep
you dream of protein on a plate
regret you left it quite so late
to gather the family around the table
to eat enough to sleep
and mother`s pride is you epithet
the extra slice you will soon regret
so going out is your best bet,
then bingo yourself to sleep
on the sunday sleep

Oily Water


lead in me and me in water
danling in my world
i swallowed too much oily water
it keeps slipping down my spine

in a sense of self in decline
growing fat on sound
it`s only an early morning dream
and the whole world will be alright

my head is full of suspicion
i`m coming home sometime
i`ve swallowed too much oily water
it keeps slipping down my spine

it a sense of self decline
lying on my back
it`s only and early morning dream
and so the whole world will be alrigth

Miss America


miss america sits in the shower
she`s plucking hours from the sky
picks up the telephone, into another home
don`t ask me why

i don`t mind, i don`t mind at all
i love only you

she`s a well wisher
and she wishes you well
wish away, wish away
she`s no jellybean, she`s a jeminma ho ho
wish away wish away

i don`t mind i don`t mind at all
i love only you
da do da da do

here is here and i am here
where are you
far away far away
she`s no jellybeans, she`s a jemima ho ho
wish away, wish away

Villa Rosie


practice doesn`t make prefect
when you`re interbreeding
speaking drivel can it get confused
with heavy breathing?
mixing drinks at water holes
get snarled up in the suburbs
meandering through this and that
you are suspected of vagueness

when work is done,
go to villia rosie every night
(we`re waiting)

so form a-queue at villa rosie every day
you come across the fine line
but wearing boots can prevent the leeches
in long grass

eating between meals
stifles the appetite is it healthy?
coming home that nagging doubt there
in your belly
and all the while at villa rosie
every night (we`re tasting)
a sweeter life at villa rosie
every night (so tasty)

don`t break your back at villa rosie
every night
(we`re tasting)

Coping


primal, evil what am i?
tongue-tied unti the day idie
there's no oove made with mermaids
it's just distraction or so they say
but i'm trying to car about it
can't you see it in my face, my face
when i feel this strange
can igo through this again
it's asorry state you're gettting in
the same excuse is wearing thin
there's no self control left in me
what was not will never be
(bridge)

chorus

Turn It Up


kazoo, kazoo, you are mine
i give you my heart
every time
turn it up, turn it off, turn it in
anyway you choose, anyway you choose at all
sometimes you do too much,
sometimes it all gets too much
(bridge)

chorus

Resigned


i think too much
on things i want too much
it makes me hateful
and i say stupid things
only you can fill my blank heart
and i'm resigned to that
i wish the sun
could just keep me warm
and i'm resigned to that
i'll forget to breathe someday
i've never stopped to think why...