THE JAM COLLECTION - Polydor 531493-1 Away From The Numbers/I Got By In Time/I Need You (For Someone)/To Be Someone (Didn't We Have A Nice Time)/Mr. Clean/English Rose/In The Crowd/It's Too Bad/The Butterfly Collector/Thick As Thieves/Private Hell/Wasteland/Burning Sky/Saturday's Kids/Liza Radley/Pretty Green/Monday/Man In The Corner Shop/Boy About Town/Tales From The Riverbank/Ghosts/Just Who Is The 5 O'Clock Hero/Carnation/The Great Depression/Shopping (Released 15 July 1996 - Highest Chart Position - #58) AWAY FROM THE NUMBERS - Paul Weller I GOT BY IN TIME - Paul Weller I NEED YOU (FOR SOMEONE) - Paul Weller TO BE SOMEONE (DIDN'T WE HAVE A NICE TIME) - Paul Weller MR. CLEAN - Paul Weller ENGLISH ROSE - Paul Weller IN THE CROWD - Paul Weller IT'S TOO BAD - Paul Weller THE BUTTERFLY COLLECTOR - Paul Weller THICK AS THIEVES - Paul Weller PRIVATE HELL - Paul Weller WASTELAND - Paul Weller BURNING SKY - Paul Weller SATURDAY'S KIDS - Paul Weller LIZA RADLEY - Paul Weller PRETTY GREEN - Paul Weller MONDAY - Paul Weller MAN IN THE CORNER SHOP - Paul Weller BOY ABOUT TOWN - Paul Weller TALES FROM THE RIVERBANK - Paul Weller GHOSTS - Paul Weller JUST WHO IS THE 5 O'CLOCK HERO? - Paul Weller CARNATION - Paul Weller THE GREAT DEPRESSION - Paul Weller SHOPPING - Paul Weller AWAY FROM THE NUMBERS - Paul Weller Things are getting just too cozy for me And I see people as they see me Gonna break away and gain control You free your mind You free your soul I was the type who knocked at old men (history's easy) Who together at tables sit and drink beer (somewhere is really) Then I saw that I was really the same So this link's breaking away from the chain Away from the numbers Away from the numbers Is where I'm gonna be Away from the numbers Away from the numbers Is where I am free I was sick and tired of my little niche Well gonna break away and find where life is And all those fools I thought were my friends (coaching is easy) They now stare at me and don't see a thing (reality's so hard) Till their life is over and they start to moan How they never had the chance to make good Away from the numbers Away from the numbers Is where I'm gonna be Away from the numbers (away from the numbers) Away from the numbers Is where I am free Is where I am free Is where I'm gonna be Is reality Reality's so hard, reality's so hard... I GOT BY IN TIME - Paul Weller Saw a girl that I used to know I was deep in thought at the time To recognise the face at first 'Cause I was probably looking at mine Well she was the only girl I've ever loved But my folks didn't dig her so much I was young This is serious To me she was the world (she was my world now) I thought I'd never live without her, But I got by in time Well let me tell you now, Saw a guy that I used to know Man he'd changed so much I think it hurt him to say 'hello', 'Cause he hardly opened his mouth Yeah well he was my best friend a few years ago Truly inseperable We were young We were full of ideals We were gonna pull this whole world But something happened I didn't know why But that's the way that it goes. I suppose, What you say - what you do Don't mean nothing, nothing at all And all the bonds you make between ya Can be broken any time you want now Please tell me if my philosophy's wrong I've got to know the truth I don't mean to offend anyone but, You know it's something that I do, oh- So nice to see you tonight, And I'm so glad that you came Some of the people standing outside, say Sure feel the same Yeah my point is in a round about way Given time he'll always forget 'Cause the memories That ... me on To me everything (you're everything now) And it always will be mine, yeah And no one can take them away I NEED YOU (FOR SOMEONE) - Paul Weller I need you to keep me straight, When the world don't seem so great, And it's hard enough you know I need you to be around When my conscience brings me down And the world feels so obscure I want you to be the one Who tells me off when I do wrong, And you know I can be bad I need you, I need you Say you'll stay, make my day Now what have I done, Was it something I said - oh dear I need you to turn me off, When you think I've said enough, To the extent of being a bore I need you to tell me no Slap my wrists and send me home Tell me I can't come again Now why are you crying - Have I gone too far - again - TO BE SOMEONE (DIDN'T WE HAVE A NICE TIME) - Paul Weller To be someone must be a wonderful thing A famous footballer a rock singer or a big film star, yes I think I would like that To be rich and have lots of fans have lots of girls to prove that I'm a man And be No. 1 - and liked by everyone Getting drugged up with my trendy friends They really dig me and I dig them And the bread I spend - is like my fame - it's quickly diminished And there's no more swimming in a guitar shaped pool no more reporters at my beck and call no more cocaine it's only ground chalk no more taxis now we'll have to walk But didn't we have a nice time - didn't we have a nice time Oh wasn't it such a fine time I realize I should have stuck to my guns instead shit out to be one of the bastard sons and lose myself - I know it was wrong - but it's cost me a lot And there's no more drinking after the club shuts down, I'm out on me arse with the rest of the clowns It's really frightening without a bodyguard so I stay confined to my lonely room MR. CLEAN - Paul Weller Daylights dawns, you wake up and yawn - Mr. Clean A piece of toast from the one you love most - and you leave You get the bus in the 8 o'clock rush, And catch the train in the morning rain Mr. Clean - Mr. Clean If you see me in the street - look away Cause I don't ever want to catch you looking at me - Mr. Clean Cause I hate you and your wife And if I get the chance I'll fuck up your life Mr. Clean - etc. - IS THAT SEEN! Surround yourself with dreams, of pretty young girls, and anyone you want, but - please don't forget me or any of my kind cause I'll make you think again When I stick your face in the grind - Getting pissed at the annual office do - Smart blue suit and you went to Cambridge too - You miss page 3, but the Times is right for you - And mum and dad are very proud of you - Mr. Clean - etc. ENGLISH ROSE - Paul Weller No matter where I roam I will come back to my English rose For no bonds can ever tempt me from she I've sailed the seven seas, Flown the whole blue sky. But I've returned with haste to where my Love does lie. No matter where I go I will come back to my English Rose For nothing can ever tempt me from she. I've searched the secret mists - I've climbed the highest peaks Caught the wild wind home to hear her soft voice speak To hear her soft voice speak No matter where I roam I will return to my English Rose For no bonds can ever keep me from she. I've been to ancient worlds I've scoured the whole universe And caught the first train home To be at her side. No matter where I roam I will return to my English Rose For no bonds can ever keep me from she. IN THE CROWD - Paul Weller When I'm in the crowd, I don't see anything My mind goes a blank, in the humid sunshine when I'm in the crowd I don't see anything I fall into a trance, at the supermarket the noise flows me along, as I catch falling cans of baked beans on toast, technology is the most. and everyone seems just like me, they struggle hard to set themselves free and their waiting for the change When I'm in the crowd, I can't remember my name and my only link is a pint of Wall's ice cream when I'm in the crowd - I don't see anything Sometimes I think that it's a plot, an equilibrium melting pot The government sponsors underhand When I'm in the crowd When I'm in the crowd When I'm in the crowd And everyone seems that they're acting a dream 'cause they're just not thinking about each other and they're taking orders, which are media spawned and they should know better, now you have been warned and don't forget you saw it here first When I'm in the crowd When I'm in the crowd When I'm in the crowd And life just simply moves along in simple houses, simple jobs and no ones wanting for the change When I'm in the crowd When I'm in the crowd When I'm in the crowd IT'S TOO BAD - Paul Weller All we seem to do is talk about it we always end up shouting about it there was a time we could overcome it But it's too late to say we'll just forget it It's too bad that we had to break up and too much said for us to every make up I could get by if I could just forget you but things remind me and I feel so sad now I could say I'm sorry but it's not the point is it? you want to play your games and you don't mind if I get hurt Same old feeling everytime I see you and every avenue I walk I'm behind you your back is turned and your eyes are closed girl you move in circles that are out of my reach now THE BUTTERFLY COLLECTOR - Paul Weller So you finally got what you wanted You've achieved your aim by making me walk in line And when you just can't get any higher You use your senses to suss out this week's climber And the small fame that you've acquired Has brought you into cult status But to me you're still a collector There's tarts and whores but you're much more You're a different kind 'cause you want their minds And you just don't care 'cause you've got no pride It's just a face on your pillowcase That thrills you And you started looking much older And your fashion sense is second rate like your perfume But to you in your little dream world You're still the Queen of the butterfly collectors As you carry on 'cause it's all you know You can't light a fire You can't cook or sew You get from day to day by filling your head But surely you must know the appeal between your legs Has worn off And I don't care about morals 'Cause the world's insane and we're all to blame anyway And I don't feel any sorrow Towards the Kings and Queens of the butterfly collectors There's tarts and whores but you're much more You're a different kind 'cause you want their minds And you just don't care 'cause you've got no pride It's just a face on your pillowcase That thrills you As you carry on 'cause it's all you know You can't light a fire You can't cook or sew You get from day to day by filling your head But surely you must know the appeal between your legs Has worn off And I don't feel any sorrow Towards the Kings and Queens of the butterfly collectors THICK AS THIEVES - Paul Weller Times were so tough, but not as tough as they are now, We were so close and nothing came between us - and the world - No personal situations. Thick as thieves us, we'd stick together for all time, and we meant it but it turns out just for a while, we stole - the friendship that bound us together - We stole from the schools and their libraries, We stole from the drugs that sent us to sleep, We stole from the drink that made us sick, We stole anything that we couldn't keep, And it was enough - we didn't have to spoil anything, And always be as thick as thieves. Like a perfect stranger - you came into my life, Then like the perfect lone ranger - you rode away - rode away, rode away - rode away. We stole the love from young girls in ivory towers, We stole autumn leaves and summer showers, We stole the silent wind that says you are free, We stole everything that we could see, But it wasn't enough - and now we've gone and spoiled everthing, Now we're no longer as thick as thieves. You came into my life - Then like a perfect stranger you walked away - walked away - walked away - walked away. Thick as thieves us - we'd stick together for all time, and we meant it but it turns out just for awhile, we stole the friendship that bound us together. We stole the burning sun in the open sky, We stole the twinkling stars in the black night, We stole the green belt fields that made us believe, We stole everything that we could see. But something came along that changes our minds, I don't know what and I don't know why, But we seemed to grow up in a flash of time, While we watched our ideals helplessly unwind. No - we're no longer as thick as thieves - no, We're not as thick as we used to be - no, We're no longer as thick as thieves - no, We're not as thick as we used to be - no it wasn't enough - and we've gone and spoiled everything Now we're no longer as thick as thieves. PRIVATE HELL - Paul Weller Closer than close - you see yourself - A mirrored image - of what you wanted to be. As each day goes by - a little more - You can't remember - what it was you wanted anyway. The fingers feel the lines - they prod the space - Your ageing face - the face that once was so beautiful, is still there but unrecognizable - Private Hell. The man who you once loved - is bald and fat - And seldom in - working late as usual. Your interest has waned - you feel the strain - The bed springs snap - on the occasions he lies upon you - close your eyes and think of nothing but - Private Hell. Think of Emma - wonder what she's doing - Her husband Terry - and your grandchildren. Think of Edward - who's still at college - You send him letters - which he doesn't acknowledge. 'Cause he don't care, They don't care. 'Cause they're all going through their own - Private Hell. The morning slips away - in a valium haze, And catalogues - and numerous cups of coffee. In the afternoon - the weekly food, Is put in bags - as you float off down the high street The shop windows reflect - play a nameless host, To a closet ghost - a picture of your fantasy - A victim of your misery - and Private Hell Alone at 6 o'clock - you drop a cup - You see it smash - inside you crack - You can't go on - but you sweep it up - Safe at last inside your Private Hell. Sanity at last inside your Private Hell. WASTELAND - Paul Weller Meet me on the wastelands - later this day, We'll sit and talk and hold hands maybe, For there's not much else to do in this drab and colourless place. We'll sit amongst the rubber tyres, Amongst the discarded bric-a-brac, People have no use for - amongst the smouldering embers of yesterday. And when or if the sun shines, Lighting our once beautiful features, We'll smile but only for seconds, For to be caught smiling is to acknowledge life, A brave but useless show of compassion, And that is forbidden in this drab and colourless world. Meet me on the wastelands - the ones behind, The old houses - the ones - left standing pre-war - The ones overshadowed by the monolith monstrosities - councils call homes. And there amongst the shit - the dirty linen, The holy Coca-Cola tins - the punctured footballs, The ragged dolls - the rusting bicycles, We'll sit and probably hold hands. And watch the rain fall - watch it - watch it - Tumble and fall - tumble and falling - Like our lives - like our lives - Just like our lives. We'll talk about the old days, When the wasteland was release when we could play, And think - without feeling guilty - Meet me later but we'll have to hold hands. Tumble and fall - tumble and falling - Like our lives - like our lives - Exactly like our lives. BURNING SKY - Paul Weller Dear, How are things in your little world, I hope they're going well and you are too. Do you still see the same old crowd, the ones who used to meet every Friday. I'm really sorry that I can't be there but work comes first, I'm sure you'll understand. Things are really taking off for me business is thriving and I'm showing a profit and. And in any case it wouldn't be the same, 'cause we've all grown up and we've got our lives and the values that we had once upon a time, seem stupid now 'cause the rent must be paid and some bonds severed and others made. Now I don't want you to get me wrong, ideals are fine when you are young and I must admit we had a laugh, but that's all it was and ever will be, 'cause the Burning Sky keeps burning bright. And as long as it does (and it always will), there's no time for dreams when commerce calls. And the taxman's shouting 'cause he wants his dough and the wheels of finance won't begin to slow. And it's only us realists who are gonna come through 'cause there's only one power higher than that of truth and that's the Burning Sky. Oh and by the way I must tell you, before I sign off, that I've got a meeting next week, with the head of a big corporate I can't disclose who but I'm sure you'll know it and. And the Burning Sky - keeps burning bright. And it won't turn off til it's had enough, it's the greedy bastard who won't give up, and you're just a dreamer if you don't realize, and the sooner you do will be the better for you, then we'll all be happy and we'll all be wise and all bow down to the Burning Sky. Then we'll all be happy and we'll all be wise and together we will live beneath the Burning Sky. SATURDAY'S KIDS - Paul Weller Saturday's boys live life with insults, Drink lots of beer and wait for half time results, Afternoon tea in the light-a-bite - chat up the girls - they dig it! Saturday's girls work in Tesco's and Woolworths, Wear cheap perfume 'cause its all they can afford, Go to discos they drink Babycham talk to Jan - in bingo accents. Saturdays kids play one arm bandits, they never win but that's not the point is it, Dip in silver paper when their pints go flat, How about that - far out! Their mums and dads smoke Capstan non filters, Wallpaper lives 'cause they all die of cancer, What goes on - what goes wrong. Save up their money for a holiday, To Selsey Bill or Bracklesham Bay, Think about the future - when they'll settle down, Marry the girl next door - with one on the way. These are the real creatures that time has forgot, Not given a thought - its the system - Hate the system - what's the system? Saturdays kids live in council houses, Wear v-necked shirts and baggy trousers, Drive Cortinas fur trimmed dash boards, Stains on the seats - in the back of course! LIZA RADLEY - Paul Weller Liza Radley - see the girl with long hair See her creeping across summer lawns at midnight And all the people in the town where we live Say "she's not quite right" She don't fit in with a small town They just can't understand why she doesn't say much But in her darkend room it's for their lives only She cries Liza Radley - see her jump through loneliness Liza Radley - take me when you go And as the people pass by - their heads in the air Haunting with their noise - she recalls a lonely sigh But no matter what they say in her mind She knows their dream of life, they won't ever find Liza Radley - I pledge myself to you alone She'd kiss my face and say "Love means nothing at all" She'd kiss my face and say "Life means nothing at all" PRETTY GREEN - Paul Weller I've got a pocket full of pretty green - I'm gonna put it in the fruit machine - I'm gonna put it in the juke box - It's gonna play all the records in the hit parade - This is the pretty green - this is society You can't do nothing - unless it's in the pocket - oh no - I've got a pocket full of pretty green I'm gonna give it to the man behind the counter He's gonna give me food and water - I'm gonna eat that and look for more - And they didn't teach me that in school - It's something that I learnt on my own - That power is measured by the pound or the fist - It's as clear as this oh - I've got a pocket full of Pretty Green! MONDAY - Paul Weller Rainclouds came and stole my thunder - Left me barren like a desert But a sunshine girl like you It's worth going through - I will never be embarrassed about love again - Tortured winds that blew me over - When I start to think that I'm something special They tell me that I'm not - And they're right and I'm glad and I'm not - I will never be embarrassed about that again. Oh baby I'm dreaming of Monday, Oh baby will I see you again Oh baby I'm dreaming of Monday. MAN IN THE CORNER SHOP - Paul Weller Puts up the closed sign does the man in the corner shop Serves his last then he says goodbye to him He knows it is a hard life But its nice to be your own boss really Walks off home does the last customer He is jealous of the man in the corner shop He is sick of working at the factory Says it must be nice to be your own boss (really) Sells cigars to the boss from the factory He is jealous is the man in the corner shop He is sick of struggling so hard Says it might be nice to own a factory Go to church do the people from the area All shapes and classes sit and pray together For here they are all one For God created all men equal BOY ABOUT TOWN - Paul Weller See me walking around - I'm the boy about town that you've heard of. See me walking the streets - I'm on tope of the world that you've heard of. Oh, like paper caught in wind I glide up street - I glide down street Oh, it won't let you go Till you finally come to rest And someone picks you up Up street - down street And puts you in the bin. Oh, I'm sitting watching rainbows (sick) I'm sitting here watching the people go crazy Oh please leave me aside I want to do what I want to do and I want to live how I want to live and Up street - down street like paper caught in wind Up street - down street It won't let you go. TALES FROM THE RIVERBANK - Paul Weller Bring you a tale from the pastel fields Where we ran when we were young This is a tale from the water meadows Trying to spread some hope into your heart It's mixed with happiness - it's mixed with tears Both life a death are carried in this stream That open space you could run for miles Now you don't get so many to the pound True it's a dream mixed with nostalgia But it's a dream that I'll always hang on to That I'll always run to Won't you join me by the riverbank Paradise found down by the still waters Joined in the race to the rainbow's end No fears no worries just a golden country Woke at sunrise, went home at sunset Now life is so critical, life is too cynical We lose our innocence, we lose our very soul True it's a dream mixed with nostalgia But it's a dream that I'll always hang on to That I'll always run to True it's a dream mixed with nostalgia But it's a dream that I'll always hang on to That I always run to Won't you join me by the riverbank Come on and join me by the riverbank GHOSTS - Paul Weller Why are you frightened - can't you see that it's you That ain't no ghost - it's a reflection of you Why do you turn away - an' keep it out of sight Oh - don't live up to your given roles There's more inside you that you won't show But you keep it hidden just like everyone You're scared to show you care - it'll make you vulnerable So you wear that ghost around you for disguise But there's no need just 'cos it's all we've known There's more inside you that you haven't shown So keep on moving, moving, moving your feet Keep on shuf-shuf-shuffling to this ghost dance beat Just keep on walking down never ending streets One day you'll walk right out of this life And then you'll wonder why you didn't try To spread some loving all around Old fashioned causes like that still stand Gotta rid this prejudice that ties you down How do you feel at the end of the day Just like you've waked over your own grave So why are you frightened - can't you see that it's you At the moment there's nothing - so there's nothing to lose Lift up your lonely heart and walk right on through JUST WHO IS THE 5 O'CLOCK HERO? - Paul Weller Hello darlin' - I'm home again Covered in shit and aches and pains Too knackered to think so give me time to come round Just gimme the living room beat to the TV sound - My hard earned dough goes in bills and the larder And that Prince Philip tells us we gotta work harder! It seems a constant struggle just to exist Scrimping and saving and crossing of lists - From this window I've seen the whole world pass From dawn to dusk I've heard the last laugh laughed I've seen enough tears to wash away this street I've heard wedding bells chime and a funeral march When as one life finishes another one starts - Alright then love so I'll be off now It's back to the lunchbox and worker/management rows There's gotta be more to this old life then this Scrimping and saving and crossing of lists - CARNATION - Paul Weller If you gave me a fresh carnation I would only crush it's tender petals With me you'll have now escape And at the same time there'll be nowhere to settle - I trample down all life in my wake I eat it up and take the cake I just avert my eyes to the pain Of someone's loss helping my gain If you gave me a dream for my pocket You'd be plugging in the wrong socket With me there's no room for the future With me there's no room with a view at all - I am out of season all year 'round Hear machinery roar to my empty sound Touch my heart and feel winter Hold my hand and be doomed forever - If you gave me a fresh carnation I would only crush it's tender petals With me you'll have now escape And at the same time there'll be nowhere to settle. And if you're wondering by now who I am Look no further than the mirror - Because I am the Greed and Fear And every ounce of Hate in you. THE GREAT DEPRESSION - Paul Weller I think we must have all gone mad Maybe right turned over They promise us the earth Instead we've got the great depression Now you're free and easy with the base You blame your brothers and sisters And neurotics say "sod the rest" It's the new dissention Into the abyss By pushing forwards It's always down It's a desperate war You're trying to blow yourselves up You don't care who you stand... with the help about Hey hey - well that's not the way No sense or reason in your fussing and fighting And your violent obsession Who's ever really left feeling fine After the great depression? No sense of purpose in the competion Keeping up with the Jones's You buy a house, You buy a car You buy a marriage and a bed of roses Into the abyss By pushing forwards It's always down It's a desperate war You're trying to blow yourselves up You don't care who you stand ... with the help about Hey hey - well that's not the way SHOPPING - Paul Weller High town - high street connections With clothes at the top of my list You could steal things from the jewelry department But you can't take kind or steal a kiss As I flit from shop window to window I'm trying to pick up a friendly bargin But it's not like the adverts all make out And there's no one to greet you as a friend I dress myself for the part I smile but it just don't work Something about my face - must just be the wrong shape I better try another brand pretty quick I'm haunted by the colours and holding a reminder that I must be inadequate High town - high street connection With clothes at the top of my list