SNAP! - Polydor SNAP 1 (1983) In The City/Away From The Numbers/All Around The World/The Modern World [censored]/News Of The World/Billy Hunt/English Rose/Mr. Clean/ David Watts/"A" Bomb In Wardour Street/Down In The Tube Station At Midnight [edit]/Strange Town/The Butterfly Collector/When You're Young/Smithers- Jones/Thick As Thieves/The Eton Rifles [edit]/ Going Underground/The Dreams Of Children [edit]/ That's Entertainment (demo)/Start! [edit]/Man In The Cornershop/Funeral Pyre (remix)/Absolute Beginners/Tales From The Riverbank/Town Called Malice/Precious [edit]/The Bitterest Pill (I Ever Had To Swallow)/Beat Surrender (Released September 1983 - Highest chart placing #2) IN THE CITY - Paul Weller AWAY FROM THE NUMBERS - Paul Weller ALL AROUND THE WORLD - Paul Weller THE MODERN WORLD - Paul Weller NEWS OF THE WORLD - Bruce Foxton BILLY HUNT - Paul Weller ENGLISH ROSE - Paul Weller MR. CLEAN - Paul Weller DAVID WATTS - Ray Davies 'A' BOMB IN WARDOUR STREET - Paul Weller DOWN IN THE TUBE STATION AT MIDNIGHT - Paul Weller STRANGE TOWN - Paul Weller THE BUTTERFLY COLLECTOR - Paul Weller WHEN YOU'RE YOUNG - Paul Weller SMITHERS-JONES - Bruce Foxton THICK AS THIEVES - Paul Weller THE ETON RIFLES - Paul Weller GOING UNDERGROUND - Paul Weller DREAMS OF CHILDREN - Paul Weller THAT'S ENTERTAINMENT - Paul Weller START! - Paul Weller MAN IN THE CORNER SHOP - Paul Weller FUNERAL PYRE - Paul Weller/The Jam ABSOLUTE BEGINNERS - Paul Weller TALES FROM THE RIVERBANK - Paul Weller TOWN CALLED MALICE - Paul Weller PRECIOUS - Paul Weller THE BITTEREST PILL - Paul Weller BEAT SURRENDER - Paul Weller IN THE CITY - Paul Weller In the city there's a thousand things I want to say to you But whenever I approach you, you make me look a fool I wanna say, I wanna tell you About the young ideas But you turn them into fears In the city there's a thousand faces all shining bright And those golden faces are under 25 They wanna say, they gonna tell ya About the young idea You better listen now you've said your bit-a And I know what you're thinking You still think I am crap But you'd better listen man Because the kids know where it's at In the city there's a thousand men in uniforms And I've heard they now have the right to kill a man We wanna say, we gonna tell ya About the young idea And if it don't work, at least we said we've tried In the city, in the city In the city there's a thousand things I want to say to you 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... ALL AROUND THE WORLD - Paul Weller Oi! All over the country (We want a new direction) I said all over this land (We need a reaction) Well there should be a youth explosion (Inflate creation) But something we can command What's the point in saying destroy I want a new life for everywhere We want a direction (All over the country) I want a direction (All over this land) Because this is your last chance You can't dismiss what is gone before But there's foundations for us to explore I said - All around the world I've been looking for new - Youth explosion! A new direction - We want a reaction - Inflate creation - Looking for new! THE MODERN WORLD - Paul Weller This is a modern world - This is the modern world What kind of a fool do you think I am? You think I know nothing of the modern world All my life has been the same I've learned to live by hate and pain It's my inspiration drive - I've learned more than you'll ever know Even at school I felt quite sure That one day I would be on top And I'd look down upon the map The teachers who said I'd be nothing - This is the modern world that I've learnt about This is the modern world, we don't need no one To tell us what's right or wrong - Say what you like 'cause I don't care I know where I am and going too It's somewhere I won't preview Don't have to explain myself to you I don't give two fucks about your review - NEWS OF THE WORLD - Bruce Foxton Power, Pop! Read about the things that happen throughout the world Don't be believe in everything you see or hear The neighbours talk day in day out about the goings on They tell us what they want - they don't give an inch Look at the pictures taken by the cameras they cannot lie The truth is in what you see - not what you read Little men tapping things out - points of view Remember their views are not the gospel truth Don't believe it all Find out for yourself Check before you spread News of the world Never doubt Never ask Never moan Never search Never find Never know Each morning our key to the world comes through the door More than often its just a comic, not much more Don't take it too serious - not many do Read between the lines and you'll find the truth Read all about it, read all about it - news of the world BILLY HUNT - Paul Weller If it's not you moaning, then it's someone else, Jumping down my throat, every chance you get, If it's not you crying, then it's probably me You're the little dog messing up my tree - Billy Hunt is a magical world, Full of strippers and long legged girls Clark Kent's got nothing on me, I'll spy like James Bond and die like King Kong Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy I remember the first day at my job, I didn't get along with the foreman, Bob Do this. Do that. Don't even stop for a cough. He used to be a sergeant in the R.A.F. No one pushes Billy Hunt around, Well they do, but not for long 'cause when I get fit and grow bionic arms the whole world's gonna wish it weren't born - I could be a Superman Satisfy any whim that I wanted to, I could be a Human machine I could show Steve Austin a thing or two - If it's not you moaning, then it's someone else, Jumping down my throat, every chance you get, If it's not you crying, then it's probably me You're the little dog messing up my tree - No one pushes Billy Hunt around, Well they do, but not for long 'cause when I get fit and grow bionic arms the whole world's gonna wish it weren't born - Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy 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. 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. DAVID WATTS - Ray Davies I am a dull and simple lad Cannot tell water from champagne and I have never met the Queen And I wish I could have all he has got - I wish I could be like David Watts And when I lie on my pillow at night I dream I could fight like David Watts And lead the school team to victory Take my exams and pass the lot He is the head boy at the school He is the captain of the team His is so gay and fancy free And I wish I could have all the money he's got I wish I could be like David Watts And all the girls in the neighbourhood Try to go out with David Watts The try their best but can't succeed For he is of pure and noble creed 'A' BOMB IN WARDOUR STREET - Paul Weller Where the streets are pave with blood, with cataclysmic overtones Fear and hate linger in the air A strictly no-go deadly zone I don't know what I'm doing here 'cause it's not my scene at all There's an 'A' bomb in Wardour Street They've called in the Army, they've called in the police I'm stranded on the vortex floor My head's been kicked in and blood's started to poor Through the haze I can see my girl Fifteen geezers got her pinned to the door There's an 'A' bomb in Wardour Street, it's blown up the City Now it's spreading through the country Law and order takes a turn for the worst, In the shape of a size 10 boot Rape and murder throughout the land, and they tell me that you're still a free man Well if this is freedom I don't understand 'cause it seems like madness to me. 'A' bomb in Wardour Street. Hate Bomb, Hate Bomb, Hate Bomb, Hate Bomb! A Philistine nation, of degradation, And hate and war. There must be more. It's Doctor Martin's A P O C A L Y P S E - Apocalypse! DOWN IN THE TUBE STATION AT MIDNIGHT - Paul Weller The distant echo - of faraway voices boarding faraway trains To take them home to the ones that they love and who love them forever The glazed, dirty steps - repeat my own and reflect my thoughts Cold and uninviting, partially naked Except for toffee wrapers and this morning's paper Mr. Jones got run down Headlines of death and sorrow - they tell of tomorrow Madmen on the rampage And I'm down in the tube station at midnight I fumble for change - and pull out the Queen Smiling, beguiling I put in the money and pull out a plum Behind me Whispers in the shadows - gruff blazing voices Hating, waiting "Hey boy" they shout - "have you got any money?" And I said - "I've a little money and a take away curry, I'm on my way home to my wife. She'll be lining up the cutlery, You know she's expecting me Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork" And I'm down in the tube station at midnight I first felt a fist, and then a kick I could now smell their breath They smelt of pubs and Wormwood Scrubs And too many right wing meetings My life swam around me It took a look and drowned me in its own existence The smell of brown leather It blended in with the weather It filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth It blocked all my senses Couldn't see, hear, speak any longer And I'm down in the tube station at midnight I said I was down in the tube station at midnight The last thing that I saw As I lay there on the floor Was "Jesus Saves" painted by an atheist nutter And a British Rail poster read "Have an Awayday - a cheap holiday - Do it today!" I glanced back on my life And thought about my wife 'Cause they took the keys - and she'll think it's me And I'm down in the tube station at midnight The wine will be flat and the curry's gone cold I'm down in the tube station at midnight Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight STRANGE TOWN - Paul Weller Found myself in a strange town Though I've only been here for three weeks now I've got blisters on my feet Trying find a friend in Oxford Street I bought an A to Z guide book Trying to find the clubs and YMCAs But when you ask in a strange town They say don't know, don't care And I've got to go, mate They worry themselves about feeling low They worry themselves about the dreadful snow They all ignore me 'cause they don't know I'm really a spaceman from those UFOs You've got to move in a straight line You've got to walk and talk in four four time You can't be weird in a strange town You'll be betrayed by your accent and manners You've got to wear the right clothes Be careful not to pick or scratch your nose You can't be nice in a strange town 'Cause we don't know, don't care And we got to go, man Rush my money to the record shops I stop off in a back street Buy myself a snort We got our own manifesto Be kind to queers And I'm so glad the revolution's here It's nice and warm now! I've finished with clubs where the music's loud 'Cause I don't see a face in a single crowd There's no one there I look in the mirror But I can't be seen Just a thin, clean layer of Mister Sheen Looking back at me Oh, oh Found myself in a strange town Though I've only been here for three weeks now I've got blisters on my feet Trying find a friend in Oxford Street I bought an A to Z guide book Trying to find the clubs and YMCAs They say don't know, don't care And I've got to go, mate They worry themselves about feeling low They worry themselves about the dreadful snow They all ignore me 'cause they don't know I'm really a spaceman from those UFOs Strange town Break it up Burn it down, shake it up Break it up 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 WHEN YOU'RE YOUNG - Paul Weller Life is timeless, days are long when you're young You used to fall in love with everyone Any guitar and any bass drum Life is a drink and you get drunk when you're young Life is new and there's things to be done You can't wait to be grown up Acceptance into the capital world You pull on some weed, then you pull on someone when you're young But you find out life isn't like that It's so hard to comprehend Why you set up your dreams to have them smashed in the end But you don't mind you've got time on your side And they're never gonna make you stand in line You're just waiting for the right time You're fearless and brave - you can't be stopped when you're young You swear you're never ever gonna work for someone No corporations for the new age sons Tears of rage roll down your face But still you say "it's fun" And you find out life isn't like that It's so hard to understand Why the world is your oyster but your future's a clam It's got you in its grip before your born It's done with the use of a dice and a board They let you think you're king but you're really a pawn You're fearless and brave - you can't be stopped when you're young You used to fall in love with everyone Any guitar and any bass drum SMITHERS-JONES - Bruce Foxton Here we go again, it's Monday at last, He's heading for the Waterloo line, To catch the 8 a.m. fast, its usually dead on time, Hope it isn't late, got to be there by nine. Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie, Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times 'Good Morning Smithers-Jones' 'How's the wife and home?' 'Did you get the car you've been looking for?' Let me get inside you, let me take control of you, We could have some good times, All this worry will get you down, I'll give you a new meaning to life - I don't think so. Sitting on the train, you're nearly there You're part of the production line, You're the same as him, you're like tin-sardines, Get out of the pack, before they peel you back. Arrive at the office, spot on time, The clock on the wall hasn't yet struck nine, 'Good Morning Smithers Jones' 'The boss wants to see you alone' 'I hope its the promotion you've been looking for' Let me get inside you, let me take control of you, We could have some good times, All this worry will get you down, I'll give you a new meaning to life - I don't think so. 'Come in Smithers old boy' 'Take a seat, take the weight off your feet' 'I've some news to tell you' 'There's no longer a position for you' - 'Sorry Smithers Jones'. Put on the kettle and make some tea It's all a part of feeling groovie Put on your slippers turn on the TV It's all a part of feeling groovie It's time to relax, now you've worked your arse off But the only one smilin' is the sun tanned boss Work and work and work and work till you die There's plenty more fish in the sea to fry 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. THE ETON RIFLES - Paul Weller Sup up your beer and collect your fags, There's a row going on down near Slough, Get out your mat and pray to the West, I'll get out mine and pray for myself. Thought you were smart when you took them on, But you didn't take a peep in their artillery room, All that rugby puts hairs on your chest, What chance have you got against a tie and a crest. Hello-Hurrah - what a nice day - for the Eton Rifles, Hello-Hurrah - I hope rain stops play - with the Eton Rifles. Thought you were clever when you lit the fuse, Tore down the house of commons in your brand new shoes, Compose a revolutionary symphony, Then went to bed with a charming young thing. Hello-Hurrah - cheers then mate - its the Eton Rifles, Hello-Hurrah - an extremist scrape - with the Eton Rifles. What a catalyst you turned out to be, Loaded the guns then you run off home for your tea, Left me standing - like a guilty (naughty) schoolboy. We came out of it naturally the worst, Beaten and bloody and I was sick down my shirt, We were no match for their untamed wit, Though some of the lads said they'll be back next week. Hello-Hurrah - there's a price to pay - to the Eton Rifles, Hello-Hurrah - I'd prefer the plague - to the Eton Rifles. Hello-Hurrah - there's a price to pay - to the Eton Rifles, Hello-Hurrah - I'd prefer the plague - to the Eton Rifles. GOING UNDERGROUND - Paul Weller Some people might say my life is in a rut, But I'm quite happy with what I got People might say that I should strive for more, But I'm so happy I can't see the point. Somethings happening here today A show of strength with your boy's brigade and, I'm so happy and you're so kind You want more money - of course I don't mind To buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes And the public gets what the public wants But I want nothing this society's got - I'm going underground, (going underground) Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound Going underground, (going underground) Well let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow Some people might get some pleasure out of hate Me, I've enough already on my plate People might need some tension to relax Mem, I'm too busy dodging between the flak What you see is what you get You've made your bed, you better lie in it You choose your leaders and place your trust As their lies wash you down and their promises rust You'll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns And the public wants what the public gets But I don't get what this society wants I'm going underground, (going underground) Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound Going underground, (going underground) Well let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow We talk and talk until my head explodes I turn on the news and my body froze The braying sheep on my TV screen Make this boy shout, make this boy scream! Going underground, I'm going underground! DREAMS OF CHILDREN - Paul Weller I sat alone with the dreams of children Weeping willows and tall dark building, I've caught a fashion from the dreams of children But woke up sweating from this modern nightmare, and I was alone, no one was there I caught a glimpse from the dreams of children I got a feeling of optimism But woke up to a grey and lonely picture The streets below left me feeling dirty, and I was alone, no one was there I was alone, no one was there Something's gonna crack on your dreams tonight... You will crack on your dreams tonight I fell in love with the dreams of children I saw a vision of all the happy days I've caught a fashion from the dreams of children But woke up sweating from this modern nightmare, and I was alone, no one was there I was alone, no one was there Something's gonna crack on your dreams tonight... You will crack on your dreams tonight You will choke on your dreams tonight THAT'S ENTERTAINMENT - Paul Weller A police car and a screaming siren - A pnuematic drill and ripped up concrete - A baby waiting and stray dog howling - The screech of brakes and lamplights blinking - that's entertainment. A smash of glass and the rumble of boots - An electric train and a ripped up 'phone booth - Paint splattered walls and the cry of a tomcat - Lights going out and a kick in the balls - that's entertainment. Days of speed and slow time Mondays - Pissing down with rain on a boring Wednesday - Watching the news and not eating your tea - A freezing cold flat and damp on the walls - that's entertainment. Waking up at 6 a.m. on a cool warm morning - Opening the windows and breathing in petrol - An amateur band rehearsing in a nearby yard - Watching the tele and thinking about your holidays - that's entertainment. Waking up from bad dreams and smoking cigarettes - Cuddling a warm girl and smelling stale perfume - A hot summers' day and sticky black tarmac - Feeding ducks in the park and wishing you were faraway - that's entertainment. Two lovers kissing amongst the scream of midnight - Two lovers missing the tranquility of solitude - Getting a cab and travelling on buses - Reading the grafitti about slashed seat affairs - that's entertainment. START! - Paul Weller It's not important for you to know my name - Nor I to know yours If we communicate for two minutes only It will be enough For knowing that someone in this world Feels as desperate as me - And what you give is what you get. It doesn't matter if we never meet again, What we have said will always remain. If we get through for two minutes only, It will be a start! For knowing that someone in this life, Loves with a passion called hate And what you give is what you get. If I never ever see you - If I never ever see you - If I never ever see you - again. And what you give is what you get! 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 FUNERAL PYRE - Paul Weller/The Jam Down in amongst the streets tonight Books will burn, people laugh and cry in their turmoil (turmoil turns rejoiceful) Shed your fears and lose your guilt Tonight we burn responsibility in the fire We'll watch the flames grow higher! But if you get too burnt, you can't come back home And as I was standing by the edge I could see the faces of those led pissing theirselves laughing (and the flames grew) Their mad eyes buldged their flushed faces said The weak get crushed as the strong grow stronger We feast on flesh and drink on blood Live by fear and dispise love in a crises (what with today's high prices) Bring some paper and bring some wood Bring what's left of all your love for the fire We'll watch the flames grow higher! But if you get too burnt - you can't come back home And as I was standing by the edge I could see the faces of those led pissing theirselves laughing (and the flames grew) Their mad eyes buldged their flushed faces said The weak get crushed as the strong grow stronger In the funeral pyre We'll watch the flames grow higher But if you get too burnt - you can't come back home (well I feel so old, when I feel so young well I just can't grow up to meet the demands) ABSOLUTE BEGINNERS - Paul Weller In echoed steps I walked across an empty dream I looked across this world, there was no one to be seen This empty feeling turned and quietly walked away I saw no warmth in life - no love was in my eyes I stared a century thinking this will never change As I hesitated, time rushed onwards without me Too scared to break the spell too small to take a fall But the Absolute luck is - love is in our hearts! I lost some hours thinking of it I need the strength to go and get what I want I lost a lifetime thinking of it an' lost an era daydreaming like I do In echoed steps you walk across an empty dream But look around this world, there's millions to be seen Come see the tyrants panic see their crumbling empires fall Then tell 'em we don't fight for fools - 'cos love is in our hearts! I lost some hours thinking of it I need the strength to go and get what I want I lost a lifetime thinking of it an' lost an era daydreaming like I do You can lose some hours thinking of it You need the strength to go and get what I want You can lose a lifetime thinking of it And lose an era daydreaming like I do 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 TOWN CALLED MALICE - Paul Weller Better stop dreaming of the quiet life - cos it's the one we'll never know And quit running for that runaway bus - cos those rosey days are few And - stop apologising for the things you've never done, Cos time is short and life is cruel - but it's up to us to change This town called malice. Rows and rows of disused milk floats stand dying in the dairy yard And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk bottles to their hearts Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come fast and furious In a town called malice. Struggle after struggle - year after year The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice - I'm almost stone cold dead In a town called malice. A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef gets dashed against the Co-op To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear It's a big decision in a town called malice. The ghost of a steam train - echoes down my track It's at the moment bound for nowhere - just going round and round Playground kids and creaking swings - lost laughter in the breeze I could go on for hours and I probably will - but I'd sooner put some joy back In this town called malice. PRECIOUS - Paul Weller Your precious love - that means so much will it ever stop or will I just lose touch What I want to say - but my words just fail Is that I need it so I can't help myself Like a hungry child - I just help myself And when I'm all full up - I go out to play But I don't mean to bleed you dry Or take you over for the rest of your life It's just that I need something solid in mine Lonely as the moors on a winter's morning Quiet as the sea on a good calm night In your tranquil shadow - I try and follow I hear your distant show clicks To the midnight beat - I feel trapped in sorrow In this imagery But that's how I am and why I need you so THE BITTEREST PILL - Paul Weller In your white lace and your wedding bells You look the picture of contented new wealth But from the on-looking fool who believed your lies I wish this grave would open up and swallow me alive For the bitterest pill is hard to swallow The love I gave hangs in sad coloured, mocking shadows When the wheel of fortune broke, you fell to me Out of grey skies to change my misery The vacant spot, your beating heart took its place But now I watch smoke leave my lips and fill an empty room For the bitterest pill is hard to swallow The love I gave hangs in sad coloured, mocking shadows The bitterest pill is mine to take If I took if for a hundred years, I couldn't feel anymore ill Now autumn's breeze blows summer's leaves through my life Twisted and broken dawn, no days with sunlight The dying spark, you left your mark on me The promise of your kiss, but with someone else For the bitterest pill is mine to swallow The love I gave hangs in sad coloured, mocking shadows The bitterest pill is mine to take If I took if for a hundred years, I couldn't feel anymore ill! BEAT SURRENDER - Paul Weller Beat surrender - Come on boy, come on girl Succumb to the beat surrender All the things that I care about (are packed into one punch) All the things that I'm not sure about (are sorted out at once) And as it was in the beginning, so shall it be in the end That bullshit is bullshit, it just goes by different names All the things that I shout about (but never act upon) All the courage and the dreams that I have (but seem to wait so long) My doubt is cast aside, watch phonies run to hide The dignified don't even enter in the game And if you feel there's no passion No quality sensation Seize the young determination Show the fakers you ain't foolin' You'll see me come runnin' To the sound of your strummin' Fill my heart with joy and gladness I've lived too long in shadows of sadness