Photo Credit: Copyright Phil Crowder

Sea birds fly.
See the birds today.
Sea birds fly.
See them fly away.

See them fly so high.
Wave the birds goodbye.

Sigh.

With the birds gone
it’s so quiet here.
Where have the birds gone?
Where did they disappear?

Hope they come back fast.
Hope that they’re not lost.

But wait.

Sea birds fly
silhouettes in sun.
Hear the birds cry
we’ve come home.

Beach Cleaners

Sea Birds Fly

There you go filling your boots,
skin so thin it’s like a birthday suit.
Letting your hair down, nothing to lose.
Wearing in your pretty pants.

There you go strutting your stuff.
Too much is never enough.
They call you blind and you call their bluff.
You look buff in your pretty pants.

More power to your elbows, power to your fists.
Shouting your pout to the power of a kiss
and telling and yelling, taking the risks.
All the more power to your pretty pants.

When the mood shifts down a gear to peeved
pull up your socks, roll up your sleeves.
Inspiration is the key
that turns the lock from misery to fun.

It’s begun and it’s your shout.
No doubt what it’s all about.
Don’t hang fire, cast your clout
but hold on tight to your pretty pants.

Age restrictions don’t apply.
Stop the clock - time of your life.
Turn the dials to sky high,
flying by the seat of your pretty pants.

If you’ve given up on heartache and dead flowers
and you’re sick of just walking round the houses.
If you’re trapped inside just ticking off the hours
go ask the jo jo man where he gets his trousers.

‘Cause timing’s of the essence, time’s the thrill.
No time like a present of time to fill.
Keep clocking the watch and make sure you’re still
prancing in your pretty pants.

No nightmare caking a make-up face.
Plain Jane fame is the dream you chase.
You know what you mean and no means just
getting out your pretty pants.
Keep wearing out your pretty pants.
Keep stepping out in your pretty pants.
Keep leaping about in your pretty pants - oh yeah
keep on dancing you pretty pants.

Lollipop Licks EP

Pretty Pants

Here he comes taking life in his hands.
Here comes Doctor Lollipop.
Handing out cassettes of bands.
That’s just like Doctor Lollipop.
Stepping out into the traffic flow
with a stop sign that lets children go.

He’s the one they’ve all been waiting for.
Hits and flops and drops and swaps and so much more.
With the mop-heads he just wipes the floor
while behind his eyes he’s keeping music scores.

You can’t keep a good man down, he’s not meant for this town,
he won’t be staying round so make the most of Doctor Lollipop.

Late at night in his coffe cup
he sees his future somewhere else.
No need to talk about it much,
it’s written in the stars and shells
he kicks along the sea-front
as he’s walking to the pier.

He’s not sure how he came here to this
but in a way it is holiday bliss
as he records the sounds of sinking ships
and thinks about a future where he’ll reminisce
about being Doctor Lollipop.

He’s earnt his crust, he’s sung his song,
he knows which side the butter’s on, he won’t be staying long.

Here he comes with flyers in his hands.
Here comes Doctor Lollipop.
Looks to the right but left he stands.
Hear the cheers for Doctor Lollipop.
He spins his disc, the message clear,
you won’t start revolutions here.

It’s only time till he vacates
this bridge too far - they’ll have to wait

to discover
there’s not another
Doctor Lollipop.

Doctor Lollipp

Doctor Lollipop

When you phone me - I don’t pick up.
If you come round - I won’t answer the door.
Write me a letter - I’ll send it back.
Send me an email - I’ll delete it - I’ll delete it - I’ll delete it quick.

If I see you - I’ll ignore you.
If I hear you - I’ll ignore you.
If I dream you - I’ll ignore you.
I’ll ignore you - I’ll ignore you - I’ll ignore you.

You’re the one who went absent without leave.
You’re the one who disappeared without a trace
then returned wanting everything the same.
Ain’t it strange how everything has changed.

It’s over - just leave it.
Don’t doubt it - believe it.
No way to retrieve it.
I want you - I want you to just stay away - so just stay away.

No regrets - no wasting time on guilt or shame.
No remorse - of course - we were both to blame
and maybe if we had the chance to change everything we’d see
that there are some things that were never meant to be

so I’ll ignore you.

Ignore You

Forward now
in too deep that’s my problem
I can’t wait.
Never mind it’s all right
I cross a bridge when I come to it.

I don’t suppose you would like to come out with me too?
No? I thought so.
Is this your boyfriend?
Pleased to meet you…

Just quit - you’ve done it again
you fool -  what can you do to make amends?
Can we just be friends then?

I’ve said too much.
I’ve had too much to drink so please excuse me.
I’ve said too much and I think I should be leaving

you.
You’ll be in my dreams tonight
and in my dreams,
in my dreams I will love you.

Now and then, when I think,
which isn’t that often
but when
when I do, I think of you…
…I’ve forgotten what I…
what I was saying
but what I am saying is that I am lonely.
Please will you walk home?
Please walk home with me,
I just need a good friend.

You.
You’ll be in my dreams tonight
and in my dreams
in my dreams I will love you.

You.
You’ll be in my dreams tonight
and in my dreams
In my dreams you will love me.

Forward now, in too deep - that’s my problem.

Forward Now

All of our childhood crushes turned to adult blushes.
Most of our teenage flirts turned out to be just perverts.
What you’ve seen you can’t unseen.
Things were never what they used to be.

Stuart, Jimmy, Rolf, Gary.
You left us no one to marry.
You took away our childhood dreams.
Turned playtime into disturbing scenes.

Gonna be in your gang ‘cause you’re a real knockout.
Can you tell us what it is yet - can you fix it for us now?
You’ve made our innocent games seem spoiled.
You’ve made us feel ashamed and soiled.

Gary, Stuart, Jimmy, Rolf.
You were our childhood Steppenwolf.
You kept your dark side in good disguise,
entertaining those that you despised.

It doesn’t seem that long ago
Sitting cross-legged watching every show.
These were our TV times.
These are the people who live in our minds.

Jimmy, Rolf, Gary, Stuart.
Once admired - and you knew it.
You lived your lives of power and greed
hiding behind childlike naievity.

We still like to reminisce - it’s just
nostalgia’s not what we used to think it was.
Our jaded childhood memories are not as they should be.
Our black and white TV showed your true colours eventually.

Rolf, Gary, Stuart, Jimmy.
You made your names by being silly.
You had us queueing for your autographs
doing unspeakables behind our backs.

A Gathering of Sorts

Our TV Times

Lady Muck lived on the allotment down by the canal.
Raised a bed inside a shed - a little stove as well.
She had always lived this way,
digging deep and turning soil everyday.
An old wooden bench and a dog-eared book - that’s Lady Muck.

Lady Luck - Peggy to her family and her friends as well.
Maybe just a little bit eccentric - but as she’d say, to hell with that.
Who really cares what people think?
You would think that they’d have better things to do.
And as her new potatoes grew - she made them stew.

Once our Peggy’s gone we won’t get her back.
We won’t get her back once our Peggy’s gone.
We will be so sad, we will feel so bad.
Better make the best of what we have.

Peggy Luck loved the thorny problems - brambles, weeds and pests.
Quiet, unholy, never ever lonely, for the worst she knew the best.
She died of natural causes - or so they say,
turning over old leaves - she just fell one day.
Covered in compost and muck - that’s Lady Luck.

And it just goes to show you never really know
what’s waiting around the next corner
but if you play it right then you just might get what you’ve always wanted…

Peggy Luck never made it to the cemetery - though she was badly stricken.
Now she lies over six feet under - how the plot thickens.
She’d always wanted it this way.
Hoped that she’d be left in peace under her own clay.
She’d say - you can lead life just like a book with Lady Luck.

Now look at where she’s gone, we won’t get her back.
We won’t get her back - not from where she’s gone.
Now look at where she’s gone, we won’t get her back.
We won’t get her back - not from where she’s gone.

Now look at where she’s gone, we won’t get her back.
We won’t get her back - not from where she’s gone.
She’s buried underground where she wants to be
and on her stone it says don’t call me Lady - I’m Peggy.

tall stories long grass

Peggy Luck

Here he comes taking life in his hands.
Here comes Doctor Lollipop.
Handing out cassettes of bands.
That’s just like Doctor Lollipop.
Stepping out into the traffic flow
with a stop sign that lets children go.

He’s the one they’ve all been waiting for.
Hits and flops and drops and swaps and so much more.
With the mop-heads he just wipes the floor
while behind his eyes he’s keeping music scores.

You can’t keep a good man down, he’s not meant for this town,
he won’t be staying round so make the most of Doctor Lollipop.

Late at night in his coffee cup
he sees his future somewhere else.
No need to talk about it much,
it’s written in the stars and shells
he kicks along the sea-front
as he’s walking to the pier.

He’s not sure how he came here to this
but in a way it is holiday bliss
as he records the sounds of sinking ships
and thinks about a future where he’ll reminisce
about being Doctor Lollipop.

He’s earnt his crust, he’s sung his song,
he knows which side the butter’s on, he won’t be staying long.

Here he comes with flyers in his hands.
Here comes Doctor Lollipop.
Looks to the right but left he stands.
Hear the cheers for Doctor Lollipop.
He spins his disc, the message clear,
you won’t start revolutions here.

It’s only time till he vacates
this bridge too far - they’ll have to wait

to discover
there’s not another
Doctor Lollipop.

tall trees long grass

Doctor Lollipop - Jolly Lolly Mix

Welcome to your new life - start any time you want.
Any day or week or month - it’s always only just begun.
Welcome to your new world - time to star anew.
Time for change, start rearranging everything that you do.

Welcome to your new life - start as you mean to go on.
Abandon your delusions - stop righting all your wrongs.
Stop hoping for an answer - start writing your own past.
Your future’s up there waiting, no time for hesitating
‘cause you know that it can’t last.

And it starts here - right away.
Where you are now - this is the day.
There’s no tomorrow - just cliché.
Welcome to your new life.
Welcome to your new life.

Welcome to a new way - one that you can keep.
As soon as you start walking you’ll find it at your feet.
No need for resolutions - no need for tricks and games.
Everything keeps changing anyway and nothing ever stays the same.

And it starts here - right away.
Where you are now - this is your day.
There are no tomorrows - just clichés.
Welcome to your new life.
Welcome to your new life.

There’s always a new world.
There’s always a new way.
There’s always a new you.
Welcome your new life.

Ego Test EP

NEW LIFE

New Life

With their heads in their hands they’re looking glum.
It doesn’t mean anything to anyone
but themselves - it’s just a bit of fun.
Such a high number looking after number one.

They’re so ego testicle.

Money, money, money makes their worlds go round.
High risk bliss, fists full of pounds
but what goes up must come back down
and when the pennies drop they don’t make a sound.

They’re so ego testicle.

As each evening falls the dark descends,
the banter ends, the doubts extend.
Sleep comes slow and doesn’t mend
the broken voices, the words that bend.

They’re so ego testicle.

Testosterone highs and all time lows.
Fist pumping, tubby-thumping body blows.
A well turned look that tells and shows
confidence dying as it grows.

They’re so ego testicle.

As each morning comes it yawns on them,
it bores through them, it dawns on them
they’ll never ever be those men again
and they weren’t the men they thought they were and then

they’re so ego testicle.

With their heads in their hands they’re looking glum.

Ego Testicle

Everybody’s doing the best that they can
trying to find ways to help each other and
not tread on each others fingers and toes.
What someone else is going through no one knows.
It’s no bother - look after each other.

It pays to be cautious and take some time.
It’s quite important not to undermine
efforts of others trying to please.
Unchecked selfishness is like a disease.
It’s easy to hurt - it’s easy to be hurt too.

We don’t seem to notice much now
but we’ll notice it when it’s gone.
The best we can do is somehow
try to write it down in a song
so everyone can sing along
and we can hear you.

We don’t seem to notice much now
but we’ll notice it when it’s gone.
It’s always best not to leave things too late.
Memories are great as long as they last
but they won’t last forever.

There are so many things we don’t understand.
We are just simple folks who play in a band.
We have no message telling you what to do
except look after yourself and others too.
It’s should be no bother to look after each other.
Look after yourselves - look after each other.
Make sure you bother to bother to take care of each other.

No Bother

Someone said it’s just like Christmas - I suppose they might be right,
the adverts are all glowing and the TV’s black and white.
Cards are growing all around - the square has got a tree
but it doesn’t feel like Christmas - maybe it’s just me.

Someone said it’s just like Christmas but I’m not sure if it’s true
cause it never feels like Christmas when I’m not with you.

Please don’t get me wrong - I’m doing quite all right,
it’s just been a noisy day I’m ready for a quiet night.
Friends have come and gone with their good wishes left behind,
I’m feeling very comfortable and really I don’t mind.

I guess it could be Christmas cause we really had a do
but it never feels like Christmas when I’m not with you.

Come the Summertime - we are at our best,
writing side by side, making our Christmas lists.

Drinking in the snowballs - 25 in the shade,
sunglasses on - more Advocaat than lemonade.
In the evening disco lights are bouncing off the mirror-balls
and everybody’s dancing on the deck and in the halls
and it feels just like we’re floating and I guess we really are,
I look up to the darkness and all I see are stars
and someone says it’s just like Christmas - I guess it’s kind of true
cause it always feels like Christmas when I’m with you.

Kind of True

Kind Of True (a 'C' word song)

Why do you begin with Y?
Anglepoise
I don’t know why why begins with W
Anglepoise

Uncle Sam
Union Jack
Granny Smith
Plastic Mac
Anglepoise

Do I have to spell it out for you?
I T O U T F O R Y O U 
Anglepoise


Is an orange
Called an orange because it’s orange?
Anglepoise

Where do we come from?
Where do we go?
What do we do here?
Anglepoise

Oscar’s wild
Mervyne peeks
Terry waits
Wayne sleeps
Anglepoise

Do I have to spell it out again?
I T O U T A G A I N
Anglepoise

Anglepoise

January’s fool steps out into the limelight.
The first day of the year is always filled with fear
and hope and love and good intention.

February’s fool wraps up against the cold
wind blows a hole where a heart used to be
and now doesn’t even get a mention.

March fools, April fools we are
waiting out the winter.

May’s fool is turning over new leaves
hoping spring will bring some clear days,
show new ways to be together.

June fools, July fools we are
regretting and forgetting to surrender.

And while the seasons change we all just stay the same.
Trying to take control again.
Worried fools, worried fools we are,
worried fools we are - time takes care of everything.

August’s fool is holding on to sunshine,
ignoring all the straight lines
between us and the future.

September’s fool is rushing headlong
into something that just feels wrong
and is nothing more than rumour.

October fools, November fools we are
and December’s too.

And while the seasons change we all just stay the same,
holding on in vain again.
Worried fools, worried fools we are,
worried fools we are - time takes care of everything.
Take care of everything.

Worried Fools

There’s Tony in his leather jacket
in the corner of the room.
Nursing a half empty glass,
one half full of doom.
Cheer up Tony, you know it’s only 4 in the afternoon - no need for gloom.

There’s Tony in his leather jacket
with his back against the wall
listen to his head-racket,
wondering ‘bout it all
but cheer up Tony, it’s not so lonely when you play ball - don’t fall away

but the beer is flat - the lads are loud,
one’s company, two’s a crowd,
he doesn’t like it when it’s rowdy - wants to have his say.

There’s Tony in his leather jacket,
the hours are getting on.
Thinking he might pack it in,
time that he was gone
but come on Tony, take it slowly and have some fun…

Find yourself a karaoke song
put some money in the jukebox - sing along.
Have a game of darts or play some pool
tell a few jokes - play someone’s fool.
Pretend you’re younger and you’re free,
try a few lines see if you can be
the life and soul.

There’s Tony in his leather jacket in the corner of the room.
Where’s Tony in his leather jacket - in the corner of the room.
Where’s Tony’s leather jacket? - in the corner of the room.
Where’s Tony?

There’s Tony in his leather jacket in the corner of the room.
Tony’s in his leather jacket in the corner of the room.
There’s Tony in his leather jacket in the corner of the room.
Tony’s in his leather jacket!

KICKIN' THE BALLS EP

Leather Jacket

The wide boy’s on the right side again.
Plays it straight down the middle, never in defence or attacking.
He stands tall with his eyes on the ball, grinning.
It’s not the taking part in the game that counts – it’s winning.

Here comes Ruddy Vile.
No VAR could cramp his style.
As high as sky - can see for miles.
On top of his world looking down on you.

She’s standing in the corner waving her white flag
cause he’ll make her take the penalty if she starts playing bad.
But right now she’s dealing with his tackle, and he’s outside his box.
He dribbles, he scores, he’s so cocksure,
he knocks her into touch

He’s dirty and so cockeyed.
Goal-line technology’s his guide.
His mother’s joy, his father’s pride.
He’s on top of his game going down on you.

He is Ruddy Vile
so it might be quite a while till he faces up to his denial
and his wife and his kid, and the things that he did…

Playing the field like it is a championship.
but he’s premier league - the first to get out of his kit.
This stud is loose and much too big for his boots, and his name may be mud
but there’s always extra time when someone blows his whistle
and there’s no substitute for love.

Here comes Ruddy Vile scoring with heartless smiles.
He doesn’t use lies or alibis, he just plays away – no local ties.
He knows the score, it’s in the net,
it’s the perfect match
and it’s the best a man can get

if you’ve got the style - you’ve got the style.
And he’s got the style.
Yes he’s got the style.
But oh he’s Ruddy Vile.

Ruddy Vile

Somethings you don’t mention.
See them but don’t say.
Not up for conversation.
Words might misbehave.

Staying undiscovered.
Just outside of view.
Nothing much to speak of.
Much to misconstrue.

Little Daisy Bracelet with her daisy chain.
Playing in the garden, praying it won’t rain.
Petals need protection, yellow hearts do too.
Little Daisy Bracelet, not quite like me and you.
Her feelings are true.

A kind of contemplation.
Expression deep in thought.
Forever living just beside.
Fleeting, never caught.

A rare communication.
Same process, different mind.
Tenderest of tender moments.
Her eyes lock on mine.

Little Daisy Bracelet standing in the rain.
Holding her umbrella, playing dead again.
In her head she’s dreaming but through her eyes we see.
Little Daisy Bracelet’s not quite like you and me.
She will always be free.

Daisy Bracelet - yellow heart version

Daisy Bracelet - Yellow Heart Version

We’re all living in dreams of people from the past.
A golden era of grey and black
where people walk fast and never look back.

But who wears the trousers in these houses?
Who secretly skirts - tries on blouses?
Feels things for who they are - not what they’re not?

Everyone seems to like me except you.
Outrageous nepotism has always seen me through.
Weakness is strength and strength a weakness too
and everyone seems to like me except you.

Soon it will be time for bells to chime.
For birds to sing and truth to ring out.
Then we’ll know what this is all about.

Everyone seems to like you except me.
I’m trying to figure out what they can see.
Spending so much time in close proximity
and everyone seems to like you except me.

You were an interest I didn’t know I had.
Love is a two-way ticket to happy and sad.
Lip balm junkies never kiss too bad
and we’re both ruthless cowards - neither common or garden.
Just luxury high-end or food bank bargains.

It’s hard not to be a hypocrite knowing
what you should have done and what you did.
It’s hard to hold onto integrity
when you’re holding things that you should just let be.
It’s easier said than done - being blind instead of seeing.

Everyone seems to like you except me.
Lulled into false senses of insecurity.
Unhinged, all reddy-tinged we turn the screw
and everyone seems to like me except you.

UNHINGED EP

Everyone Seems To Like Me (except you)

I never bother to read the small print
so I just didn’t see the clause
but it seems that after years of lust and laughter,
far out thrills and near disasters,
chasing the dreams, never looking for a cause,
finally slamming on the breaks -
you hit the men pause.
You hit the men pause.

I keep catching myself crying,
laughing at myself
dying to tell you things that I don’t know.

You keep looking at me askew
like I’m someone that you once knew
a long, long time ago.

I’m stuck in limbo, you went to Tokyo,
I’ve got nowhere to go, you’re home where you are.
So independent while I’m in dependency,
I don’t even have the keys to your car.
I don’t know where they are – the keys to your car.

I never bother to read the small print
so I just didn’t see the claws!
But it seems that after years of lust and laughter,
far out thrills and near disasters,
chasing the dreams, never looking for a cause,
finally slamming on the breaks -
you hit the men pause.
You hit the men pause.

I don’t want another dark night of the soul,
another night digging a big hole
for all you think I’m worth.

To my friends and family,
I’m sorry about being me
but I’ve been like this since birth.

Where did all my mates go – there used to be so many.
Now my best pals are my books and the telly
and even my enemies are happy as Larry
and prove better company than me and my belly
just watching telly with Happy and Jolly.

I never bother to read the small print
so I just didn’t see the clause
but it seems that after years of lust and laughter,
far out thrills and near disasters,
chasing the dreams, never looking for a cause,
finally slamming on the breaks – realising your mistakes
you hit the men pause.

Men Pause

I wanna get old but I want to be younger.
I wanna save Earth so we can live a bit longer
I want to be a Babarella Jane Fonda.

Angels have no memory of the past.
The present and the future are here to last.

I wanna get old but I want to be younger.
I wanna stay high and never go under.
Safe in a bubble just like Jane Fonda.

Angels have no memory.
The future only lasts as far as I can see.

I’m no mechanical doll with a razor sharp tooth.
I don’t want sex in return for a gin and vermouth.
I just want to keep what’s left of my youth.

Angels have a trick up their sleeve.
Angels always wing it and I believe.

I wanna get old but I want to be younger.
I wanna get old but I want to be younger.
I wanna get old but I want to be younger.
Now.

Bubble

We've been friends with Slovenly Boy for many years but our paths hadn't crossed for some time. We met up recently in Liverpool and this is the result!
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I bang the curb when I park the car.
I’ve got blisters in my mouth and I can’t walk very far - oh no.
I study at the school of life and dream
that one day I will win the lottery - oh yeah.
But I don’t smoke dope.
I don’t smoke dope.

I pray to God when things get tricky
I’m a fair weathered friend but I don’t mind a bit of froth - oh no.
I try really hard but not hard enough
but I’m a good bluff and when push comes to shove then I shove off.
But I don’t smoke dope.
No I don’t smoke dope.

So do you?
So do you?
I’ll come clean if you do too.

I walk on water but I can’t swim
I just stay on the surface looking deep – I don’t go in.
I raise myself above it all so it’s all beneath me
and I don’t fall – I just give in.
But I don’t smoke dope.

I’ve pushed hard and carried cans.
I’ve been needled, I’ve been jammed.
I’ve been hustled, I’ve been crammed.
I’ve had trips and I’ve had plans.
But I don’t smoke dope.

So do you!
So do you!
You can’t fool me I know it’s true.

I bang the car when I crawl the streets.
I’ve got blisters on my feet and now a foot in mouth disease - oh yeah.
I did a crash course in philosophical care
so now everything I think or do is neither here nor there.

I’ve got a heart of gold - I’ve got a heart of stone.
I’m as cold as ice or I’m as hot as the sun.
I’m your brother, your mother, your sister, your lover,
your father, your son, your daughter, your chum, your lifeblood, your gun.

But I don’t smoke dope.
No I don’t smoke dope.
No I don’t smoke dope - anymore.

Pop Goes The Bubblegum EP

I Don't Smoke Dope

I Don't Smoke Dope - The Happy Somethings & Slovenly Boy

I don’t wanna drink with you no more.
We used to get pissed and it was a real laugh,
now we just piss each other off and it’s not funny at all.

I don’t want to drink with you no more.
The first pint’s the best and then it’s all downhill,
the blur’s lost its thrill and it’s all belly-up in the morning

I hate it when it all goes to waist.
Mine’s getting bigger while yours is getting thinner
and my breasts are bouncier than yours.

I don’t wanna dance with you no more.
No I don’t wanna dance with you no more.

Used to tango in the kitchen but now there’s something missing.
Used to dance the bossa nova now you’re bossier than ever

and I - well I’ve got spies and you’ve been seen
dancing on your own with the lights down low.
You think that I don’t know but I do.

And it’d be all right – yes it would be all right
if it was all right – but it’s not all right.
It’d be all right – it’d be all right
but neither of us want it, both of us have it
it’s a really hard habit to break.

You don’t wanna hear my sad stories no more
and my million excuses – I know they’re all useless –
when your mind’s made up your mind’s made up.

You don’t wanna hear my sad stories no more
‘cause you’ve heard them all before and it really is a bore
to be sitting with someone who thinks he’s lots of fun when he’s not.
If I were you I’d get shot and I guess that’s what you’ll do
any time now soon if I don’t do it first.

And that would be all right – yes that would be all right
if it was all right – but it’s not all right.
It would be all right – yes it would be all right
but we’re going down so fast that I can keep track.
Who’s leaving who – me or you?

Don’t wanna screw with you no more.
Don’t wanna play the fool to you no more.
Don’t wanna do what you want to do no more.

Don’t wanna drink with you no more.
Don’t wanna dance with you no more.
I don’t wanna sing songs about you no more
‘cause I just don’t wanna be with you no more.

No More

No More - The Happy Somethings & Slovenly Boy

I like pears.
Not just the fruity ones.
I like doubles, anything in couples, even puzzles.

I like greens.
Not just the veggie ones.
I like naive, I like green tea, I like green leaves.

You can’t wear me out - I’m like a dynamo.
I’m in no doubt about how to keep going.
I don’t need to shout - I don’t need to keep showing off.

I like flowers.
Not the bready kind.
Well I don’t mind a bit of bread and butter
with one thing or another.

You can’t keep me down - well not for long.
I turn myself around by writing songs
I reconnect with my child intellect
and you can bet it’s better than you get
by thinking too much.

I like petals
and I like colourful.
I like a big border full with everything beautiful.
Life can be wonderful.

Pairs

You were my brother.
You were my dad.
You were my lover
then you turned bad.
And it only takes one
to turn the rest
and when something’s rotten
there’s nothing left.

Now I eat apples and collect the pips.
It leaves a sour taste in my mouth
with every one I spit
and think about you and how you hurt me more
than anyone or anything has ever done before.

To the core.
To the core.
You cut me to the core - but no more.

You’ve got me stewing in my juices,
not just a metaphor.
You chop and bruise and skin me,
leave me feeling raw.
I boil and I simmer.
I stick to your side
until the acid burns a hole in my heart.
Now I

just eat apples and collect the pips.
It leaves a sour taste in my mouth
and with every one I spit
I think about you and how you hurt me more
than anyone or anything has ever done before.

To the core.
To the core.
You cut me to the core - but no more.

You like your strudel sweet,
you like a sticky pie.
When I bake you a treat
I am the apple of your eye.
And it might take a thousand,
maybe more or less
but it only takes a hundred 
to start to take effect

so I’ll keep on eating apples
and I’ll collect the pips.
One day I will have enough and crush them into bits
and into powder - then into flour
and I will bake a cake that you’ll devour.
Within the hour you will be dead.

You will be dead.

Apples

One step away from your heart is where I am now
One step away from your world
But it’s a world apart
One step away I can see, is where I’ll always be
One step away

One moment more is all it takes
But there will never be one moment more
It’s no great shakes
It’s no big deal
If I had time I would make sure
That I had one moment more

If I could touch 
If I could feel
If I could hold
If it were real
If I could know 
If you could too
If I could be with you

But one step away from your heart’s as far as I can see 
One moment more will never come
And it seems strange to me that one moment more
Is asking too much
How can it be?

One Step Away (asleep version)

One Step Away (asleep version) - The Happy Somethings & Slovenly Boy

One Step Away (awake version)

One Step Away - (awake version) - The Happy Somethings & Slovenly Boy

I get up - I go to work.
I go to work - I come home.
I come home - I get some food.
I get some food - I eat it.
I eat my food - I go to bed.
I go to bed - I try to sleep.
I don’t get a single wink.
I can’t sop thinking of you - no.

Am I gonna work it this time?
I really need to know now.
How am I gonna work it this time?
I really need to know now - know now.
Is it gonna work it with you?
I really need to know now.
Am I gonna work it with you?
I really need to know - now.

I get up - I go to work.
I go to work - I stay at work.
I stay at work - I come home.
I come home - I wish, wish, wish you were here.
I switch on the tv - there’s nothing worth watching on.
My mind is on other things - I can’t even say you’ve gone ‘cause you aint here.
I’m not gonna worry no more - I’m lost but remaining confident.

Am I gonna work it with you?
I really need to know now.
How am I gonna work it with you?
I really need to know now.
Am I gonna work it with you?
I really need to know now - know now.
How am I gonna work it with you?
I really need to know now.

How am I gonna work it with you?
Am I gonna work it with you?
How am I gonna work it with you?
How am I gonna work it with you?

Work it with you.
Work it with you.
Work it with you.
Work it with you.
Work it with you.
Work it with you.
Work it with you

Work It With You

Work It With You (uptight version) - The Happy Somethings & Slovenly Boy (feat. Oriel T)

Work It With You (loose version)

Work It With You (loose version) - The Happy Somethings & Slovenly Boy

Jingly-jangly fuzziness from The Happy Somethings.

Playing With Dolls

Tenterhooks

Raise your glasses – drink me a toast,
absent friends are here.

All my love and best wishes to the hosts,
may your dreams never clear.

Light the candle – cut the cake.
Turn failure into fate.
Don’t make the same mistake – cause if you do

then you’ll know what it’s like to be someone they never knew
and you’ll see that I loved you.

I’ll raise a smile – drink you a toast
but it makes me sad.

So raise your glasses and have one on me – 
you always had.

And don’t play songs like you used to do
with meanings that aren’t true,
songs they’ll see right through – cause if you do

then you’ll know what it’s like to be someone they never knew
and you’ll see that I loved you.

I loved you.

Sweet Little Sad Song

Say hello to the sunshine
Say goodbye to the rain
Say hello to the sunshine 'cause here it comes again...

thinking is free

Hi There Sunshine

hi there sunshine

Independently unpolished band who like to be happy.  Unintentionally retro. Effortlessly uncool.

We'd describe ourselves as unpolished with dashes of introspection, cynicism, irony & humour. Tom Robinson describes us as ‘optimistic jangle fuzz merchants’.

We're very pleased to have had lots of radio play & positive feedback from the likes of BBC Radio 6 Music, BBC Introducing East Midlands, Radio Caroline & Exile FM Radio amongst others. We’ve also been chosen several times as a Fresh On The Net 'Fresh Fave'.

Despite being quite a reclusive band with modest ambitions - we like our music to be heard outside of our own heads!

All our music is available for free download on Bandcamp.

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