“Who are you?”
The question comes out of the blue
And I stumble – I haven’t a clue
And I don’t know what I’m gonna do
About myself

“Move along”
I don’t know quite where I went wrong
I remember I fell in a throng
They ignored me and bustled along
Like I wasn’t there
As if they didn’t care

All I remember is her in the sunshine
Her smile was so bright
I’ll hold it in my heart forever
I‘ve got a picture and if I could find it I’d show it to you
Oh well - pеrhaps it’s for another day

“What’s your name?”
I’m confused cos it’s always thе same
I’m sure we did this all yesterday
They carefully spell out a name
That isn’t mine

“Just take your pills”
The doctor said but I don’t feel ill
But I take them and time’s standing still
Like I’ve got a permanent chill
Inside my veins
And nothing feels the same

All I remember is her in the sunshine
Her smile was so bright
I’ll hold it in my heart forever
I‘ve got a picture and if I could find it I’d show it to you
It’s pointless now that every day’s the same

They keep telling me you’re gone
I can’t remember my own name
What the hell is going on?

All I remember is her in the sunshine
Her smile was so bright
I’ll hold it in my heart forever
I‘ve got a picture and if I could find it I’d show it to you
Perhaps we’ll save it for another day

Do you ever get lonely?
I’m lonely every day
Don’t you ever get lonely?
I’m lonely every day

I've Got a Picture (remastered)

Remastered and remixed.

It’s possible to live on your own
Pull down the curtains and turn off the phone
To make a brand new start
Just close down your heart
And stand apart

The stars will look down on you unchanged
You’ll still feel the sun and you can walk in the rain
You’ll be sad sometimes
There’ll be some lonely times
But you’ll be alright

Impossible now as it might seem to be
It’s possible thoughts and impossible dreams
Might be possible still
Just open your heart and they possibly will come to be real
For impossible you

Marking time by watching the sun
Chalking the hours off they pass one by one
They turn into days
But you might say
That’d happen anyway

Impossible now as it might seem to be
It’s possible thoughts and impossible dreams
Might be possible still
Just open your heart and they possibly will come to be real
For impossible you

Step out in the light – it’ll all be alright

Impossible

Sick To Death

Guitar Man

I’m tired of taking pills and waking up before the sun
I count the hours, one by one
I’m up here with the fucking morons on TV
And how come they all look like me?

I’ve had a bellyful of tea and sympathy,
I’m fucking sick to death of my own company,
The scales tell tales of woe – and secret calories,
In case it isn’t clear
Sometimes I wish I wasn’t here

It’s alright – I’ll be back tomorrow
It’s alright – I’ll be back tomorrow
It’s alright – I’ll be back tomorrow
Just you wait and see…

I’ve had enough of good advice from well-meaning friends,
It never, ever ever ever ever ends,
They say that words are cheap – but is that really true?
Cos I’ve got a bob or two,
And nothing much to do tonight…

It’s alright – I’ll be back tomorrow
It’s alright – I’ll be back tomorrow
It’s alright – I’ll be back tomorrow

I’m sick and tired of singing this song

One More Drink

Holding It Together

Here At The End Of All Things

Talking Skeleton Blues

Monkey Song

Secrets Left Untold

Updated from previous version. Better singing! Improved lyrics! Some extra harmonies in the fade out!

Sophie's Not Normal

Laurel & Hardy

All Very Well

The Burn

Just the Tracks, Ma'am

Circles

Last Train to Wakefield

Shadow Puppets

English Breakfast Tea

Darker Roads

Rule Britannia

Oh, Dennis!

Peter Was a Lorry Driver

Unavailable

There used to be planes in the sky
Packed full of people
Saying goodbye
To their troubles
And nobody ever asked why

Now we're all stuck to the ground
Watching old box sets
And no one comes round
Cos the man on the telly
Says that's not allowed

So what would you give
To see someone 
Smiling at you from the door
Stealing a kiss on the off chance of more
Have a finger (or four)

But there's no planes in the sky any more
Nobody ever knocks at the door
Tomorrow is just like the day before
The world is four walls and a floor
Do you remember how we filled the days before
When there were planes in the sky?

There used to be things we could do
Like touch other people
With no real excuse
Just because it was a nice thing to do

Now there’s nobody to see
Just look in the mirror
And into your eyes
There's nothing to see there
And that’s no surprise

So what would you give
To see someone 
Smiling at you from the door
Stealing a kiss on the off chance of more
Have a finger (or four)

But there's no planes in the sky any more
Nobody ever knocks at the door
Tomorrow is just like the day before
The world is four walls and a floor
Do you remember how we filled the days before
When there were planes in the sky?

There Used To Be Planes In The Sky

They brought the Olympic torch through here
Through Brighouse if you please!
For Coca-fucking-Cola
A state-sponsored jamboree
They say the Queen's been on her throne since 1923
And we're supposed to lap it up and clap her on TV

But we are The North and we haven't gone away
From the top of Blackpool Tower to the shores of Cayton Bay
Yes we are the North and we’ll always be this way
We're 200 miles from London, and 6 light years from Calais

They've opened up another branch of Starbucks here I see
With £2.80 flapjacks and fancy foreign teas
They say that everything's Fair Trade - but that means nowt to me
There's nowt that's fair that I can see in a three quid cup of tea

'Cos we are The North and The North we’ll always be
From the opening of Look North to the fag-end of Tyne Tees
Yes we are the North and we haven't gone away
We're 200 miles from London and 6 light years from Calais

Where has tha bin sin I saw thee?
Smoking fags, eating pies and watching Sky TV

But we are The North and we haven't gone away
From the top of Blackpool Tower to the shores of Cayton Bay
Yes we are the North and we refuse to go away
We're 200 miles from London, and 6 light years from Calais

Cos we are The North and The North we’ll always be
From the opening of Look North to the fag-end of Tyne Tees
Yes we are the North and we haven't gone away
We're 200 miles from London
800 miles from Paris
2000 miles from Berlin
Fuck knows how far from New York
And 25 years from today

We Are The North

We were so busy being happy 
We didn’t notice we were sad
Oh well. I guess it’s just too bad.
We were so happy to be young
We didn’t notice we got old
Is it just me, or is it getting cold?
Did someone turn the light off?
Or is it closing time?
We were so busy playing rich
We never noticed we were poor
All to keep up with the Jones next door
We were too busy making friends
To realise we were alone
And living a lie, through the screen of a phone
Would someone turn the light off,
Now it’s closing time
Time tells the truth and never lies
We’re all marking time till closing time
Is there any point in going on
If everything you do and everything you knew is wrong
We were all caught up in the future
We didn’t notice that the past
Had caught up to us, and+ nothing can last
We were so busy painting rainbows
That we didn’t notice when the sky
Broke into two and started to cry
Would someone turn the light off?
I think it’s closing time
It’s closing time
Isn’t it time that you found out what makes a man

Ian Freud - Closing Time (Radio Edit)

I remember that I saw you on a glossy photograph
Lying on your back on blanket
In the middle of a field of grass
Shielding your eyes from the sun in the sky
Your eyes were so blue that it nearly blew my mind
You have me at a disadvantage
I don’t even know your name
Or where you’re from
What are you selling again?

I see you passing by me most days on the side of a bus
I’m barely even me so I can’t even see there ever being an us
You’re selling me things just out of my reach
Like two cars on the drive
And a week at the beach
You have me at a disadvantage
I don’t even know your name
Or where you’re from
What are you selling again?

Disadvantage

Closing Time V2

You said you wanted more than the girl next door
Now you’re kneeling down on a bathroom floor
Holes in your tights and your knees are all bloody
And your throat is sore don’t you miss your mummy?
It doesn’t really matter who walks through the door
They’re gonna find out you’re not a girl any more
You’re not a girl any more

The lights are so much brighter and your dress is so much tighter
You’re a one stop girl - not a lover you’re a fighter
You’re in too deep and you're only getting deeper
But it just goes to show you’re not a girl any more
You’re not a girl any more

What would your mummy say
What will your daddy say
It doesn’t really matter cos I’m gonna have you anyway

T.R.O.U.B.L.E
That’s what you look like to me
T.R.O.U.B.L.E
That’s what you look like to me

Trouble

I don't have enough space left on my Ian Freud account. Or in my trousers, come to think of it

Ian Freud

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