Miscellaneous

Science Friction
She's So Square
Dance Band
Hang On To The Night
Heatwave
Traffic Light Rock
Are You Receiving Me?
Instant Tunes
Life Begins at the Hop
Wait Till Your Boat Goes Down
Don't Lose Your Temper
Smokeless Zone
The Somnambulist
No Thugs In Our House (A musical in three acts by XTC)
Gold
Jump
Desert Island
Toys
Washaway
Red Brick Dream
Blue Overall
Terrorism
Let's Make a Den
Find the Fox
The Troubles
Living in a Haunted Heart
The Good Things
My Paint Heroes
Skeletons
Merry Christmas Song
Down a Peg
Bags of Fun With Buster
Cherry in Your Tree
The Good Things
Blue in Paradise
Papersnow

Miscellaneous XTC lyrics

Not actually an album, just the lyrics to those songs which don't
appear on albums.

Science Friction

I look out of my window at night
I see the stars and I'm filled with fright
I got a feeling someone's looking
It ain't the aliens at the foot of my bed
It's more the ale inside my head
I got a feeling something's cooking

Science friction burns my fingers
Electricity still lingers
Hey put away that ray, how do you martians say
I love you

I read my comics from front to back
I'll be ready for any attack
I got a feeling someone's looking

She's So Square

Awful plastic boots that come above her ankle
Dayglo mini skirts just like a pop art spangle
Digs Vanilla Fudge, buys lipstick by the pound
Gets that 'English' look resembles Kath McGowan

Have you seen her hair it's a style from heaven
Ah! she's nowhere she thinking this is 1967?
She's so square she's nowhere
She's so square she's nowhere

Take her to a disco and screaming Lord Sutch it!
Everyone must look but nobody must touch
what about her car? E type is the latest
How about the Yardbirds? Jeff Beck is the greatest!!

Have you seen her hair it's a style from heaven
Ah! she's nowhere she thinking this is 1967?
She's so square she's nowhere
She's so square she's nowhere

Dance Band

Watch them go one two three
I'm so happy and so is she
In a 'Danceband'
Show slow Quick quick slow
Heel to hell and toe to toe
In a 'Danceband'
You can do the Bosanova
'Till the night is through
You know Gay Gordon
You can meet him too
But when you hear that tune
One and one makes two
Don't step on my toes

Hang On To The Night

When we're laying in bed
And we're laying in love
You and the blackness
Fit me like a velvet glove
That's why I go crazy
When you flick on your lamp
I'm dreaming

Hang on to the night
Hang on to the night
Hang on to the night
I don't want to see
That dawn light
Burn your window

When we're feeling drunk
In a city park
Put away that torch
I'm changed in the dark

Heatwave

She likes it hot
she likes a tan
she steals my infra red when I'm gone
oh no can it be
we're heading for a heatwave

Her legs are brown
a trace of rust
she's in love with a MKII deluxe
oh no can it be we're heading for a heatwave

Her hair is bleached like it's been boiled
she browns herself in a sea of olive oil
and I come around and she's relaxing
in the conservatory

Traffic Light Rock

I'm out and I'm driving
Got my eyes set on romance
She says I've got a brand new thingey
Want to show you this dance
I say am I learning it steady
She say Look you're doing it already

It's the traffic light rock
Stop 'n go
All of the time
It's the traffic light rock
Stop 'n go -- all of the time

I'm out by the dance hall
Best buddy by my side
He says I've got a brand new car
I want to take for a ride
I say can we take Joan and Freddie
He say no they ain't ready

Are You Receiving Me?

Are you receiving me?
You are deceiving me I know, see I know

When we're out walking
Your mouth ain't where it's supposed to do the talking
When we're in kissing
Your lips are missing, are they out on loan to someone else
Are you listening?

I put it in a letter, what could be better?
I put it in a note, one night I wrote
I put it in a telegram, just like the son of Sam
Babe there's something missing
Your TV's just hissing

Instant Tunes

Instant tunes only just been made
Instant songs never to be played
Instant tunes hanging out to dry
Let me try to introduce you to

Instant tunes
Instant tunes
Instant tunes
Instant tunes

Ever and ever will they give us pleasure
their instant, still instant
Like mother used to make it -- oh!

Instant tunes give instant cash
Make me want to start a backlash
Let me have the recipe
And make me some lovely, lovely

Instant tunes
Instant tunes
Instant tunes
Instant tunes

Ever and ever will they give us pleasure
their instant, still instant
Like mother used to make it -- oh!

Ever and ever will they give us pleasure
their instant, still instant
Like mother used to make it -- oh!

Instant tunes give instant cash
Make me want to start a backlash
Let me have the recipe
And make me some lovely, lovely

Instant tunes
Instant tunes
Instant tunes
Instant tunes

Life Begins at the Hop

I have learnt there's a magical spot at the hop
Come with me to the church on the corner the hop
There's nuts and crisps and ccc cola on tap
A good time had by the boys and girls at the hop

Tell me what do you say
Tell me what do you say

Life begins at the hop, boys and girls

Prepare yourself for the boys in the band at the hop
The cheap guitars, too young for the bars at the hop
We'll jive around, make fools of ourselves then stop
Back next week with another ridiculous tie knot

Tell me what do you say
Tell me what do you say

Life begins at the hop, boys and girls

Wait Till Your Boat Goes Down

Wait till your boat goes down
That's when you'll need me most
Wait till your boat goes down
And you're washed up on some foreign and
Unfamiliar coast

Yachting's fine
Sailing round and round in social circles
In a sea of diamonds and wine
Wait till you need a shoulder
A girl's best friend's not any consolation
when you're that much older

Skiing's grand
Drawing classic lines around the millionaires
and moneymen from Switzerland
Wait till you need a shoulder
A girl's fox furs won't warm your heart
When you're that much older

And if you're late and man he sees you when you're young and looking good
Watch the big fish swim right out to take the bait you offered like you
knew they would
Too much caviar only points to middle aged spread
There won't be room for many playboys in your single bed

Wait till your boat goes down
That's when you'll need me most
Wait till your boat goes down
And you're washed up!

Don't Lose Your Temper

Don't lose your temper
Don't lose your temper
Don't lose your temper
'Cos I love you when you're wild
Don't lose your temper
Don't lose your temper
Don't lose your temper
'Cos I'd hate you to grow mild

Since you took that job with a company
You've changed so much you just won't recognise me
They have you dressed up like a secretary
You mustn't change the things that make you what you are

Since you've been listening to that linguaphone
You're speaking in a voice that is not your own
I'm not sure if it's you when I call home
You mustn't change the things that make you what you are

Whatever happened to my fighting, biting, lightning lioness
Little girl, little girl, little girl, little girl
I think I preferred it when your hair was in a mess
Brittle girl, brittle girl
They're not your real curls

Don't lose it
Don't lose it
Don't lose it
Don't lose it

Smokeless Zone

I'm living in my smokeless zone
My house is not a happy home
I got to do something 'for I kick the bucket
I'm living in this smokeless zone
I clean my dusty window sills
Everything I grow it kills
I don't want to stay in this street any longer
living in this smokeless zone
Englands green, once so pleasant land
living on a time bomb yeah
The whole damn place is going to turn to sand
Bah bah
I cough upon my wheezy chest
my penicillin does its best
There's only one cure for an unhealthy body
get out of this smokeless zone

The Somnambulist

Untie the gown, float to the ground
She revolve round, making no sound
Air leaving slow
Still breathing though

Decaying through brown, diving she's bound
Hours swum down, treasure unfound
Air leaving slow
Still breathing though

Somnambulist
Somnambulist
Somnambulist
Somnambulist
Air leaving slow
Still breathing though.

No Thugs In Our House (A musical in three acts by XTC)

Cast of characters

GRAHAM, a teenager
MOTHER, a busy housewife
FATHER, a conservative husband
POLICEMAN, a young constable

SCENE: A kitchen in suburbia, one bright Saturday morning

ACT ONE

Narrator: The insect-headed worker-wife will hang her waspies on the
line. Her husband burns his paper, sucks his pipe while studying
their cushion-floor, his viscous poly-paste breath comes out. Their
wall-paper world is shattered by his shout. A boy in blue is busy
banging out a headache on the kitchen door. All the while Graham
slept on, dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted
to.

Mother and Father (in unison): No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear, we made little Graham promise us he'd be a good
boy. No thugs in our house, are there dear? We made that clear, we
made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy.

ACT TWO

Narrator: The young policeman who just can't grow a moustache will
open up his book, and spoil their breakfast with reports of Asians who
have been so badly kicked.

Policeman: Is this your son's wallet I've got here? He must have
dropped it after too much beer!

Mother: Oh, officer, we can't believe our little angel is the one
you've picked.

Narrator: And all the while Graham slept on, dreaming of a world
where he could do just what he wanted to.

Mother and Father (in unison): No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear, we made little Graham promise us he'd be a good
boy. No thugs in our house, are there dear? We made that clear, we
made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy.

Narrator: They never read those pamphlets in his bottom drawer.

Policeman: They never read that tattoo on his arm.

Narrator: They thought that was just a boys club badge he wore.

Policeman: They never thought he'd do folks any harm.

ACT THREE

Narrator: The insect-headed worker-wife will hang her waspies on the
line. She's singing something stale and simple now this business has
fizzled out. Her little tune is such a happy song. Her son is
innocent, he can't do wrong, 'cos Dad's a judge and knows exactly what
the job of judging's all about. And all the while Graham slept on,
dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to.

Mother and Father (in unison): No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear, we made little Graham promise us he'd be a good
boy. No thugs in our house, are there dear? We made that clear, we
made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy.

Mother: No thugs in our house!

Father: No thugs in our house!

Complete cast (in unison): No thugs in our house, dear!

Set Design by Andy Partridge with co-ordination by Ken Ansell.
Stage and Scenery by Art Dragon.

Gold

Looks as if you're dropping mirrors by the gross
Looks as if your nine lives have left town
When you paint in grey and drear
Eldorado won't appear
To run his sword through all the fears that pull you down

And it's okay, for the setting sun
Will colour everything around you gold
And it's okay, for the setting sun
Will colour everything around you gold

Looks as if you need a lighthouse in your dark
Looks as if I'm now your native guide
When the fog is drawing in
Snarling dragons break to grin
And trample over all the things that pull you down

And it's okay . . .

And all those pebbles in your shoes are precious stones
And all the skeletons in closets
Merely piles of harmless bones

. . . And it's okay, as the setting sun
Will colour everything around you gold
Even though it's brown, you'll
See your old brick town go gold

Jump

Scared of love, love and swimming pools
Falling in you said was for fools

But when you're standing on the edge
You won't hear me because your blood is singing

Jump jump go ahead and jump jump
If it's what your heart is wanting to do
This is real life you're dreaming through
And there is no glue to hold you down, so go ahead and . . .
Go ahead and jump

Scared of love, love and aeroplanes
Falling out I said takes no brains

But if your flight is going rough
Your soul will lead you to the nearest exit
Jump, jump . . .
While you're waiting
Time is grinning
Clocks and watches laughing at your indecision
While you're waiting
Worlds are spinning
Find another heart and drive into collision
Knowing this can you tell me you're . . .

Scared of love, love and swimming pools
Stubbornness, I say is for mules

But if you're standing on the edge
You won't hear me because your blood is singing

Jump jump go ahead and jump jump
If it's what your heart is wanting to do
This is real life you're dreaming through
And there'll be no wake up
Jump jump go ahead and jump jump
If it's what your heart is wanting to say
This is really your lucky day
And there is no glue to hold you down, so go ahead and . . .
Go ahead and jump

Desert Island

Cast away on a desert island
Me and poor Crusoe are sharing the same fate
Cast away on a desert island
With Great Britain written on its name plate

With my umbrella I go walking
Through all the sands on a building site
Across the shopping malls and motorways
Birds from Heathrow fill the
Night with people flying to escape
Friday comforts me and says it's pay day

Cast away on a desert island . . .

The game and coconuts is plentiful
You pick 'em right off of a supermarket shelf
And all the man-eaters are parked away
Down in garages
While their selfish owners drinking to escape
Lord of flies with cocktails in his conch shell

Don't rescue me, no
This is my home sweet home dear
Don't rescue me, no
I am far from alone here

Cast away on a desert island
Me and one nation are sharing the same fate
Cast away on a desert island
With Great Britain written on its name plate
Cast away on a desert island

Toys

Sindy's spending too much money on clothes
Ken is going back to Gay Bob
The Teddy bears swear the neighbourhood's gone
Since the moving in of Golliwog
Rag doll gets beaten up by the Action Man
The one with the real life hair
He walks and he talks in a commanding voice
But sexually he's not all there

Oh dear what can the matter be, my children sweet children
What gives down in the nursery, my children sweet children
Oh dear what if the cradle falls, my children sweet children
Toys are only human after all, who killed 'em we killed 'em

If toys are quarreling amongst themselves
What hope is there now for the world?

The smell of smoke hanging thick over funland
As the older toys are pushed down a ramp
The microchip master race are melting them down
In a dolly concentration camp
The world's gone mad but in miniature
The kids can only do what they feel
See them copy what their parents have done
'Til they're old enough to do it for real

Burn!

Washaway

Mother's in the kitchen steaming up the window panes
Smell of boiling cabbage comes up from an open drain
But no amount of scrubbing could ever shift a gravy stain

Washaway washaway washerette
Washaway washaway every dirty stain you get

Streets lay deserted
No one feels exerted
Sat on their couches
With loose change in their pouches
They couldn't spend it if they tried

In comes Mr Softee
Dressed up like and ice cream cone
Ringing for his supper
Heading for a stately home
But a thousand Yorkshire puddings
Couldn't make his business boom

See how they wander
To kill time in droves they squander
Money in centres
That feed on the mind, oh bother
It just gets you down

Washaway washaway washerette
Business as usual at the uptown launderette

Washaway washaway the dirt
Wash it
Washaway the dirt

Red Brick Dream

Red brick dream
Windows scream
As the rusting North Star shines above
And drops its iron beams
Crashing down upon the rooves of Swindon Town

I heard the engine's dying breath
Castles and kings all starved to death
I dropped the Coronation cup
Sshh, please don't wake them up from
Red brick dream

Red brick dream
Buttons gleam
By the light of the furnace pouring
Molten memories
Splashing down upon the rooves of Swindon Town

The men of muscle piston rods
Who forged the horses of the gods
The made the town a set of chains
And sleeping it remains in
Red brick dream

Blue Overall

Blue overall
Overall the rooftops blue birds fly apart
Blue overall
Overall the bones that cage this stupid heart

Got blues drawing crosses on my front door
Blues a'bringing buckets 'round the back
Blues trying to push me from me white fence
And tar me a darker bluey black

For all this time
I really thought you loved me
For all this time
You only rubber gloved me

Blue overall
Overall my anvil gives no further sparks
Blue overall
Overall my fears swim hammer headed sharks

Got blues drinking beer out in the kitchen
Blue dog is barking to be fed
Got blues spilling wine upon me heartrug
They're holding a party in my head

For all this time
I really thought you loved me
For all this time
You merely went and shoved me

I tried to lose myself in labour
The more I push the mirth
I'm giving birth to a baby's turning

Blue overall
Feeling blue overall
All over I'm turning blue

Terrorism

Terrorism
You're writing your diary in innocents' blood
You're vain and you're ugly, you're no Robin Hood
You don't steal from the rich to help the poor
You just take life from both and what is more
You break your bread and drink
But post-confession you'll still stink of
Terrorism

Terrorism
But you're Sikh, Jew, Muslim and Christian, you say
Now which religion will you wear today?
And in whose Bible do you find your cause
That says bomb children in department stores?
I hope your god is pleased
To see all creation on their knees for
Terrorism

Terrorism
Angel of death with black woolen mask
Freedom they bring you is a long wooden cask
They never doubt that right is on their side
When right is rifle-shaped where can you hide?
Don't want daughter sweet
To be target practice in the high street
Terrorism

Let's Make a Den

Let's make a den
What shall we use?
Make it out of hay
Who will be leader?
In it we can play at both being mothers and fathers until we have
children of our own.

Let's make a den
What shall we use?
Make it out of wood
Who will be leader?
Wouldn't it be good if we could fight off rival gangs and take total
possession of the hill
For the rest of our days?

Isn't that what we can all look forward to when we grow up?
Isn't that what we can all look forward to?
Behind the door, women and men
Love and war inside of our den.

Let's make a den
What shall we use?
Make it out of bricks
Who will be leader?
In it how the sticks and stones will fly but my oh my won't we have
fun when later on we patch it up?

Let's make a den
What shall we use?
Make it from cement
Who will be leader?
In it we can pent up all of our fears but give presents each Christmas
like there was nothing ever wrong
For the rest of our days.

Isn't that what we can all look forward to when we grow up?
Isn't that what we can all look forward to?
Behind the door, women and men
Love and war inside of their den.

Well you can wear your brand new nurse's outfit,
And I can wear my brand new cowboy suit.
Everything unchanging
Just furniture arranging

Let's make a den
What shall we use?
Make it underground
Who will be leader?
Protect us from the flash and sound of the big stick they drop just
to stop us from cuddling and hanging on
For the rest of our days.

Find the Fox

The hunt is on to find the fox
Cross patchwork fields and spiny copse
Much to and froing
White horses showing
Their pearly teeth

He lead them up into a wood
Where he escape
I guess he should
You know he's a late starter
But he's much smarter
Than the rest

He lead them up a garden path
Such craftiness
You got to laugh
They got a clue, man
He's almost human
Fox on the loose

You must see him showing if you run boy run boy
You must see him showing so be ready with your gun
You never see the going if you take the wrong side
You never see the going in the early morning sun

The hunt is on to find the fox
To find the fox

The Troubles

Well hush my children don't you cry
The troubles will soon all be over
The tears that swell in every eye
Will fall to the ground and bring clover

The soldiers are only teenage boys
The same as in Durban or Dover
So rein aside all your warring toys
The troubles will soon all be over

Well hush my children go to sleep
The troubles will soon all be over
Their bombs will form a rusting heap
For flowers and fern to grow over

Their leaders are only drunk with fear
They wouldn't do this be they sober
And when they drink our friendship clear
The troubles will soon all be over

Living in a Haunted Heart

I stumbled in and I fell straight asleep in the chair
Swear I did
Woke with a start and I thought I saw you floating by
Swear I did

The fixtures and furniture's the same
As the second you walked out the door
But here in my head you put a ghost train
And I can't go 'round any more

And I hear the passengers scream
I'm living in a haunted heart
And I tell myself it's all a bad dream
I'm living in a haunted heart

Too proud to beg you to come back
One more drink, the fairground fades to black
Every night

Days last for years 'til the dark, like a bear,
Puts his claws around my brain
Smack! Bang on time, with your laugh, you walk in
Through the walls around my brain

The curtains and carpets are the same
As the day you dissolved in thin air
Now here I go queueing for the horror ride
Knowing I don't have the fare

And I hear the passengers scream
I'm living in a haunted heart
And I tell myself it's all a bad dream
I'm living in a haunted heart

Too proud to beg you to come back
As the ghost train rattles 'round its track,
Every night

I can't exorcise you or cause you to reappear
But if you want to know what nothing looks like
Well just peel back my chest and take a look inside here

The fixtures and furniture's the same
As the second you walked out the door
But here in my head you put a ghost train
And I can't go 'round any more

And I hear the passengers scream
I'm living in a haunted heart
And you're shaking me apart at the seams
I'm living in a haunted heart
My reality is pushed past extremes
I'm living in a haunted heart
And I tell myself it's just a bad dream
I'm living in a haunted heart

Too proud to beg you to come back
One more drink, the fairground fades to black.

The Good Things

Demo version, from Mayor of Simpleton single.
Released in 1989.
Four-track recording.

Though your heart desires the things that money can buy
Emptiness lies through the glass, I shield your eyes

There's nothing out there for you, my dear
There's nothing out there for you
Let me tell you about the good things
The good things

I know your head is full of big ideas
You ain't missing anything, have no fear

I have touched the grass so green on the other side
It will grieve you and deceive you with disguise

There's nothing out there for you, my dear
There's nothing out there for you
Let me tell you about the good things
The good things

I know you pine for things you see in magazines
That world brings heartache, now it's not real, believe me

Remember all of those good things
You know you can't buy all those good things

My Paint Heroes

All of Paris giggles with flags
Laughing lions leap up from the page
My the world looks good from where you are
My the world looks good from where you paint from

Barcelona, nuclear festive, wire women
Wriggle from life's cage
My the world looks good from where you are
My the world looks good from where you paint from
My the world looks good from where you are
My the world looks like it's all a party
Packed with my paint heroes
Like it's all a party
Packed with Rousseau
Miro, Miro, on my wall
I love you the most of all

In Port Lligat, liked his Gala
Waxed antenna, brushes up a storm
My the world looks good from where you are
My the world looks good from where you paint from

Catalonia's atom caveman
Cracks his whipline tipped in purest form
My the world looks good from where you are
My the world looks good from where you paint from
My the world looks good from where you are
My the world looks like it's all a party
Packed with my paint heroes
Like it's all a party
Packed with Dali
Miro, Miro, on my wall
I love you the most of all

Skeletons

I was following adventure, nothing mattered
And I knew best
I had a blood in my head, no one could shake it
Cause I knew best
But now I find
Remains of people that I left behind
I never took them wise
And now the skeletons tell me hit me now and then
Here come the skeletons to say I told you so again
Wish I'd done things differently
Cause skeletons don't set you free

I'd make a life for myself, I'd be a bigshot
Cause I knew best
I had high expectations, I was headstrong
And I knew best
All of my friends knew
What I was doing to the loving few
I know it's hard to chew
Cause now the skeletons tell me hit me now and then
Here come the skeletons to say I told you so again
Wish I'd done things differently
Cause skeletons don't set you free

Well, all I wanted was fame to feed my ego
And I knew best
Cause when you're high on success you get impressed
And I knew best

I knew best

Merry Christmas Song

We'd like to wish you
Just the merriest Christmas
The merriest Christmas
You've ever seen

We'd like to wish you
Just the merriest Christmas
The merriest Christmas
There's ever been

Down a Peg

You took me
Down down down
Down a peg

Thank you
For taking me down a peg
Thank you
It's true
My position had gone to my head
Thank you
Like some commissionaire who has ideas above his station
Or some jumped up councillor who think he's lord of creation

You took me down down down down a peg
Down down down down a peg

Thank you
For bringing my feet to the floor
Thank you
It's true
My head wouldn't go through the door
Thank you
Sometimes this job puts you so high you forget your roots now
Only my folks see I'm getting too big for my boots now

You took me down down down down a peg
Down down down down a peg
Down down down down a peg

Thank you
For taking me down a peg
(You took me down down down down a peg)
Thank you
It's true
My position had gone to my head
(You took me down down down down a peg)
Thank you

Bags of Fun With Buster

Performed by Johnny Japes and His Jesticles. Recorded for Viz
comics, written and produced by Andy Partridge, Neville Farmer,
and Dave Gregory, and featuring John Otway.

Who's that dragging what looks like a pink sack of spanners down the road?
His swollen folly on a supermarket trolley to alleviate the load
Testicular tomfoolery
To the rescue of humanity
It looks a lot of balls to me

Fun and japes and merry frolics
With Buster Gonad's bulbous bouncing . . .
Bags of fun with Buster
And his super scrotal cluster

Who's that lad with his cobblers clad in a disguise of some form?
When the cosmic power of a meteorite shower made them swell beyond the norm
Now here he comes to save mankind
His enormous nuts not far behind
And they're not the salted kind

He cures mutes and alcoholics
When they first see his bulbous bouncing . . .
Bags of fun with Buster
And his super scrotal cluster
There's bags of fun with Buster
See them shine with evil lustre

Buster! Watch out for that revolving door
Ooh Buster! They look so incredibly sore
Buster! Especially as you drag them through that powerful
cleaning agent someone spilled upon the floor
Ooh Buster! why do you let your sack swing so low?

"Sax swing solo?" Yeah!

Fun and japes and merry frolics
With Buster Gonad's bulbous bouncing . . .
Bags of fun with Buster
And his super scrotal cluster

Doctor Who could defeat the Daleks
if he had Buster's swinging space age . . .
Bags of fun with Buster
And his double Sputnik thruster
Bags of fun with Buster
Just to stroke them would disgust her
Bags of fun with Buster
If she held them would you trust her?
Bags of fun with Buster
Loads more balls than General Custer
Bags of fun with Buster
Lots more scrots than you could muster

Cherry in Your Tree

Copyright 1993 EMI Virgin Song Inc. O.B.O.
EMI Virgin Limited

Composer: Andy Partridge

Andy Partridge - vocals, guitar, percussion, claps
Colin Moulding - bass, harmony vocals, claps
Dave Gregory - good natured ghost effects
with
Brian Doherty - drums
Garo Yellin - Cello
David Yazbek - keyboards, backing vocals, claps
Sean Altman - backing vocals

Produced by David Yazbek

Chorus:
Cherry cherry in your tree
Jump down on the ground and make a pie with me
Cherry cherry in your tree
Jump down on the ground and make a pie with me

I got toys like the other boys
Come down from your tree now
I can set you free now
I got toys like the other boys
For baking love with you
For baking love with you

Chorus

I'm the cook who wrote the book
Pour a little soul now
Right into the bowl now
I'm the cook who wrote the book
On baking love with you
On baking love with you
Cherry in your tree now
Do you love just me now
I'm the chef of the treble clef
Roll into the flour now
Knead it for an hour now

The Good Things

Terry & the Lovemen
"The Good Things"

from Testimonial Dinner: An XTC Tribute

Produced by David Yazbek and Terry
Recorded at Drive Studio, Swindon, England by Martin Kilfor
The Players: Terry - guitar; Terry - bass; Terry - vocals
Chris Sharrock - drums
Terry & the Lovemen appear courtesy of EMI Records, under exclusive
license in the U.S. to Geffen Records

Though your heart desires the things that money can buy
Emptiness lies through the glass, I shield your eyes

There's nothing out there for you, my dear
There's nothing out there for you
Let me tell you about the good things
The good things

I know your head is full of big ideas
You ain't missing anything, have no fear

I have touched the grass so green on the other side
It will grieve you and deceive you with disguise

There's nothing out there for you, my dear
There's nothing out there for you
Let me tell you about the good things
The good things

I know your mind lies in a glossy magazine
I'll take a cloth and wipe away the sheen
Then what you see is what you'll see, believe me!

Remember all of those good things
You know you can't buy all those good things

Blue in Paradise

(co-written by Andy Partridge and Tracey Bryn of Voice of the Beehive)

Silver lining changed to grey skies
When a red-eyed angel waved goodbye
In my lifetime, I may find him once again to my surprise
I'll wait here, patiently and you may just return to find me

Chorus:
Blue in Paradise, the paint runs down
Just like my teardrops
Blue in Paradise, I'll paint the town
Until the hurt stops

Make a wish on every rainbow for the colours to reappear
Green with envy, wishing you home, red faced mad I wait alone
I'll stay here, one day dear you may just return to find me

Chorus

And if you return, nothing will be different
And if you return, nothing really will have changed
The red of my heart is black and blue now
Broken up and dragged around

I'll lay my dreams all down to sleep here
I'll close my eyes to hear no sound
I'm cryin', I'm dyin'
But I will hold my breath
'Til you find me

Papersnow

Heads
"Papersnow"
from No Talking Just Heads

(A. Partridge, C. Frantz, J. Harrison, T. "Blast" Murray, T. Weymouth)

Andy Partridge: Vocals, Whistles and Lyrics
Tina Weymouth: Backing Vocals and Bass Guitar
Blast Murray: Guitar
Chris Frantz: Bongos, Drums and Loops
Jerry Harrison: Keyboards

[transcribed by Troy Peters <tpeters6@ix.netcom.com>]

Pink confetti, shotgun wedding
Rocket secrets someone's shredding
Nineteenth floor.

Laundry ticket that exploded
Joust with Quaker pamphlet goaded
Into war.

Ankle deep we heroes amble
Ankle deep we wade
Ankle deep through someone else's
Ticker tape parade

Softly, softly, softly
Falls papersnow...
Softly, softly, softly
All of our works blow away...

Petals fell on Petaluma
Till receipt from Montezuma's
Burger hut.

Every day a billion dollars
Fall as black and white blue-collars
Plough their rut.

Softly, softly, softly
Falls papersnow...
Softly, softly, softly
All of our works blow away...

Ankle deep we heroes amble
Ankle deep we wade
Ankle deep through someone else's
Ticker tape parade

Jets folded from Wall Street Journal
Shoot down cartons care of Colonel's
Chicken ranch.

Kleenex where the guy's been cryin'
Goodbye note from girl who's flyin'
To new branch.

Softly, softly, softly
Falls papersnow...
Softly, softly, softly
All of our works blow away...

Letter that I'd meant to send you
To torpedo and up-end you
Sheet by sheet.

Tore up all the beg and bitter
Add them to the drift of litter
On your street.

Softly, softly, softly
Falls papersnow...
Softly, softly, softly
All of our works blow away...

Ankle deep we heroes amble
Ankle deep we wade
Ankle deep through someone else's
Ticker tape parade