FUNKY LITTLE DEMONS
      one going south
      two 11 years
      three blood satisfaction
      four chains
      five christianity
      six derek the confessor
      seven so long dead
      eight executioner
      nine she's so soft
      ten new glass
      eleven fallen not broken
      twelve people say

        GOING SOUTH

        Peace and love - a phoney kind of blubber
        My instincts tell me to crash
        You've got salt emissions and you know how to use them
        I somesow think this won't last

        So I'm moving south
        To the great unknown
        Yeah I'm moving south
        Where the head unloads

        You've got a reason
        Some funky little demons
        Telling me that life is a gas
        You're a deconstruction a euphemism nothing
        Motown gives it a blast

        So I'm moving south
        To the great unknown
        Yeah I'm going south
        Where the head unloads

        Called my brother - he said I need a lawyer
        And my life is sinking at best
        Called my brother - he said I've just become
        A moaner who lives in the past
        You've got a vision
        Some funky little 'isms
        Telling me that life is a gas
        Your misconception is a pitiful expression
        It's something I'll never possess

        So I'm moving south
        To the great unknown
        Yeah I'm moving south
        Where the head unloads

        Peace and love - a phoney kind of blubber
        My instincts tell me to crash
        You've got salt emissions and you know how to use them
        I somesow think this won't last

        So I'm moving south
        To the great unknown
        Yeah I'm moving south
        Where the head unloads

        (Allen, Gray, Cox)

        Bass: Dave Curtis.
        Percussion Programming: Robin Brown, Drostan Madden, Apollo 440.
        Dobro Guitar: Noko.
        Backing Vocals: Claudia Fontaine.
        Engineered: Drostan Madden, Andy Kowalski.


        11 YEARS

        11 years of faking it
        Same clothes, empty songs
        Believing it like the most
        Sing your blues and low life tunes
        Make it sad, make it slow, make it wet like the honeymoon
        Said to make it sentimental - lover man come slow and gentle

        11 years - you kept me sunken
        11 years - you kept me under
        11 years

        11 years of faking it
        From art to junk and Motown passions
        Pull me up, buttercup
        I'm coming home, the new blasphermer
        So sad I sold the meaning, sold the man and I'm so damn seething
        Make it sad and make it true
        You're gonna send that love

        11 years - you kept me sunken
        11 years - you kept me under
        11 years - what comes next now
        11 years

        The waves of gloom, they speak to me
        I have no choice but to leave and breathe it
        Make it slow and experimental so that you can solve it

        11 years - you kept me sunken
        11 years - you kept me under
        11 years - I've dug this trench now
        11 years - what comes next now

        (Allen, Cox, Gray)

        Bass: Segs.
        Drums: Craig Vear.
        Sax: Stephen Blake.
        Engineered: Drostan Madden, Allan Jenkins.


        BLOOD SATISFACTION

        Misdemeanours form the fantasies of life
        Like holding hands with the mysteries of time
        And making blood like a Joan of Arc believes
        It's like I said a little love is all you need

        Safe and sound with a face that isn't mine
        Safe and sound with a sound that isn't mine
        My blood it rise in me
        My water lies in me
        My blood it rise in me
        Blood satisfaction
        Blood satisfaction

        Mother's milk and a mother's all you'll find
        Safe and sound in the knowledge that you're mine
        Safe and sound and the mother milk divides
        You show her life and you'll see that she is blind
        You show her life and you'll see that she is blind

        My blood it rise in me
        My water lies in me
        My blood it rise in me
        Blood satisfaction
        My satisfaction

        Pulling motion and the soft begins to prime
        Making blood in the body of her kind
        Making blood and the mother milk divides
        You show her life and you'll see that she is blind

        My blood it rise in me
        My water lies in me
        My blood it rise in me
        Blood satisfaction
        My satisfaction

        My blood it rise in me
        My water lies in me
        My blood it rise in me
        Blood satisfaction
        My satisfaction

        (Allen, Cox, Gray)

        Bass: Segs.
        Voice: Gary Asquith.
        Programming: Rew.
        Engineered: Drostan Madden, Allan Jenkins.


        CHAINS

        Chains
        Chains

        We console now you and I
        I said hold me there
        Hold me
        Make the night roll magic
        I will not fly away
        So now make it, make it rain

        Chains
        Chains

        I have wandered and I have found no reason that I can understand
        Why all these boundaries return to where I am
        So please break them
        Make them break down into -

        Chains
        Chains

        Make the night roll
        And hold my hands up to your own
        I'm like a man pitied and maimed
        Sorrow won't lift our shame like these

        Chains
        Chains
        Chains
        Chains
        Chains

        (Allen, Gray, Cox)

        Bass and Percussion Programming: Apollo 440.
        Programming: Drostan Madden.
        Voice: Claudia Fountaine.
        Engineered: Drostan Madden, Allan Jenkins, Guy Fixsen.


        CHRISTIANITY

        When the walls of Christianity begin to shake
        When my life is in the balance, neither peace nor morals wake
        Telling me my life is easy, debauched and thirdly heaven sent
        My heart was never theirs but this Christianity will decide

        I'm bruised and left alone
        I get to feel so sad
        People say that I was sad
        People say that I was bad
        People walking around with other feelings they never like to contemplate
        Reacing out for love but would never say
        The chirches have a network leading to the sect and to the soul
        They levitate their founder's faith up to a higher ground while we stay home

        I am a wicked man
        I will not be this unsound
        I was a wretched man before I filled this hole
        When Jesus was upon his cross he never was this alone

        Do do do do do

        They're playing on our weaknesses and changing every sound
        Who could find the right solution when they're being drowned
        Har de har the vacant talk can make you see their ways
        Now check your faith and sleep with love
        The modern way
        Now is that love
        Christianity has nothing for me

        Do do do do do

        This Jerusalemic holy ground is only fit for mealy mouths
        Whose contamination breeds subordination
        I've said too many times but who leads that kind of life
        When my time comes around who will plead my innocence
        And I resent that these things I do
        And I resent that these things are true
        And I resent that these things I do

        Do do do do do

        (Allen, Gray)

        Voice: Sandra Moussempes.
        Percussion Programming: Rew.
        Engineered: Drostan Madden, Simon Van Zwananberg, Claire Tonkinson.


        DEREK THE CONFESSOR

        Well, I've been thinking about all the things I've said
        And all the things I seem to keep inside my head
        I won't take them back, I won't take them home
        The monkey's dead but there will be another one

        Well, I've been thinking about all the things I've done
        You turn to me and tell me that your life's on one
        You can't sow the facts and then appear so wise
        And there's no looking back without a compromise

        Well, I've been thinking about all the things I've seen
        Like looking around for people inside my reach
        You can't take them back, you can't take them home
        So if you let them down then you must let them go

        (Allen, Gray, Cox)

        Drums: Craig Vear.
        Engineered: Drostan Madden, Simon Van Zwananberg.


        SO LONG DEAD

        I'm out of the forest
        I'm out of the wilds
        I'm out of the forest
        And into the light
        I'm out of extinction
        And into the scene
        I'm out of extinction
        And into the meaning
        Where can I be?

        Well, I'm so long sad
        So long dead
        So long beaten
        But here I stand
        Breathing love as mean as this
        Where can I be?

        Sinking in the self
        And making it a bride
        Preaching in love and making it a liar
        Making love is not what I said
        Freaks a double meaning
        Meaning man

        So long man
        So long dead
        So long man
        So long dead

        I'm sick and tired of what man has achieved
        Sick in riches trying to make him be seen
        My mind is double vacant
        Making me a liar
        Stick it to your face and then make it alright

        So long man
        So long dead
        So long beaten but here I stand
        Breathing love as mean as this
        Breaking love as cheap as this
        Where can I be?

        Thinking it's sad to be on my own
        Making it back to become so old
        Genocide likes walking home
        I'm breathing it down to be on my own
        A little sympathy is what you need
        A little sympathy is what I fear
        A little sympathy
        So long dead

        So long will time have caused a genocide
        Making a sport from a man paralysed
        Breathing love as mean as this
        Breaking love as cheap as this

        So long man
        So long dead
        So long man
        So long dead

        (Allen, Cox, Gray)

        Drums: Craig Vear.
        Engineered: Drostan Madden, Guy Fixsen, Andy Kowalski.


        EXECUTIONER

        1 Climb the stairs
        2 Like the other 57
        3 Teach the world to sing
        4 Is our lies
        5 Executioner Executioner

        We see sometimes as with highsight
        Making us bold, making us right
        Sometimes
        Executioner

        5 You cannot salsa
        6 Get the sulphate
        7 Down bullshit faith
        It's something I admit I can't take
        Executioner Executioner

        Lie and wake
        Lie and walk
        [x7]

        Executioner
        Executioner

        Executioner
        Renoitucexe [?]

        (Allen, Cox)

        Voice: Sandra Moussempes.
        Drum Programming: Segs.
        Engineered: Drostan Madden, Simon Van Zwananberg.


        SHE'S SO SOFT

        Thinking surface looking under
        You want something look no further
        Thinking hard but working in a small time
        She was born in mid-town provincia
        Down the road from Faust
        Harper Lee said it's allowed
        Mama wakes up raising money
        In the back room speaking like a sonnet
        Did it a suicide come?
        Freak see-saw romance come
        Peak time sure sign
        She's here to serve it up
        Like a dream
        She's a waltz
        Like I am
        She's so soft

        Raising fools and it's no wonder
        What we have a care for we won't tear asunder
        We offend but she won't suffer
        She's like having heaven in your home
        She's a dream
        Like a waltz
        She's a gas
        She's so soft
        Like a dream
        She's a waltz
        She's a man
        She's so soft

        You can suffer all your monies
        Rose and me still love you honey
        Could I face another day content that I was under
        But if you go leave your soul home
        She's so soft
        She's so soft

        Thinking surface looking under
        You want something look no further
        Break it down softly she won't murmur
        She was thrown from big-town provincia
        You get a suicide sun
        People there are neither hip nor dumb
        Peak time sure sign
        She's here to serve it up
        Like a dream
        She's a waltz
        Like a man
        She's so soft

        Could I face another day content that I was under
        But if you go leave your soul to live in wonder
        If you go leave your soul home

        She's so soft, she defies the laws of line
        She's so soft, she defies the laws of line
        She's so soft, she defies the laws of line

        (Allen, Gray)

        Bass: Segs.
        Backing Vocals: Gloria Robakowski and Vicky St James.
        Congas: Jay Posner.
        Clavinet: Drostan Madden.
        Engineered: Drostan Madden, Simon Van Zwananberg, Guy Fixsen.


        NEW GLASS

        (Cox)

        Engineered: Simon Van Zwananberg.


        FALLEN NOT BROKEN

        Reaching out for peace of mind
        Me and me said it's alright
        Mountain deep and rivers high
        It may be coming and I know why

        I know why I know why
        I wore mink and I wore flesh
        And I have meddled and I have festered
        I have fallen but not been broken

        Seventeen a mother child
        Never was by design
        Living under what she saw
        Living by and never for
        Reasons for her peace of mind
        People think they just live and die
        But I will never die
        No I will never die

        I wore head and I wore flesh
        And I have meddled in the times of pleasure
        I have fallen but not been broken

        Like the crusaders of 406 at the gates of Constantinople
        It was the minds of great thinkers of centuries before us
        And psycho-supposers that make us walk thousands of feet below

        (Allen, Cox, Gray)

        Drum Programming: Segs.
        VC3 Synth: George Holt.
        Keyboards: Drostan Madden.
        Engineered: Drostan Madden, Simon Van Zwananberg.


        PEOPLE SAY

        People say it's easy living in the light
        Never see the hard times, never see the fight
        Simple when it's slow but only if it's right
        I only see the good times everytime
        And now I've seen the whole, I'm ready to believe
        And now I've seen the proof, I'm ready to concede
        The same amount of hope is here upon my back
        People say they know

        People say they think
        But they don't
        And they they say they will
        But they won't
        People say they think
        But they don't
        That's all mine

        Stepping into black and living in the light
        Living isn't easy but life it does divide
        Thinking of having babies is won't seem right
        You're going to have a hard time everytime

        And we're holding up the seeds like we're holding up the flame
        Fearing that the women won't breed another name
        Never tear apart what you're reaching to achieve
        People say they know

        People say they think
        But they don't
        And they they say they will
        But they won't
        People say they think
        But they don't
        That's all mine

        Staring into black whilst living in the light
        Living isn't easy but life it does divide
        Charlie Manson said that everything is right
        And Charlie Manson knows

        People say they think
        But they don't
        And they they say they will
        But they won't
        People say they think
        But they don't
        That's all mine
        [x2]

        (Allen, Cox, Gray)

        Bass: Segs.
        Voice: Sandra Mossempes.
        Piano: Billy Surgeoner.
        Percussion: Craig Vear.
        Engineered: Drostan Madden, Guy Fixsen, Allan Jenkins.


      All other instruments and programming: The Wolfgang Press.
      Produced: Drostan Madden.
      Mixed and Additional Production: Howard Gray.
      Recorded: T.W.P. Studio, Roundhouse and Blackwing.

      Design: Chris Bigg and T.W.P.
      Front Cover Photograph: Stephen Gray.
      Portraits: Mark Harwood.

      Management: John A Malm Jr for Conservative.
      With thanks: Ros Earls.


      (C) 1994 Beggars Banquet Music Ltd / Momentum Music Ltd.
      (C) 1995 4AD
      CAD 4016 CD