Lyrics - ALAS


Got To Get A Grip Got to get a grip or else Iím in the shit. Iím only in a mess now but I could hit the big time. Got to get a grip or else jump ship. The line between love and hate really is a thin line. Iíve got to get a grip - Iím losing half my face. Iím losing half my pride - you want to up the stakes. Got to get a grip - this is it - can I say I love you but not really mean it? Got to get a grip - my headís going to split. I love you, I hate you, marry me or die. Iíve got to get a grip - my hairís turning grey - Iím losing half of it - Iím aging by the day. I could tell you who you remind me of but youíre not going to like it. I could tell you who you remind me of but youíre not going to like it now. I see your motherís face - sheís talking back at me. I said you wouldnít like it. Got to get a grip - my mindís doing shifts - working round the clock - double time and overtime. Got to get a grip - Iím trapped in a lift. I donít know if itís up or down, going or coming. Got to get a grip - it donít seem to fit, I got a good view but I didnít see it coming. Got to get a grip or else Iím going to flip. Iíve given up the race but I canít stop running. Iíve got to get a grip - Iím leading half a life - Iím missing half the fun - youíre missing half the point. I could tell you who you remind me of but youíre not going to like it. I could tell you who you remind me of but youíre not going to like it now. I see her smiling face. Itís your mother once again. I said you wouldnít like it. Got to get a grip before I get hit. Your father wouldnít like it and neither would your sister. Got to get a grip or else I quit. Iíd talk to your brother but heís a word twister.

Itís A Lovely Day Wasting time - Iím watching TV lives - Iím so involved I recognise them on my street. Chat show hosts I defend them - newsreaders I befriend them - theyíre all good mates to me. I canít wait to be with you - youíre the one who keeps me sane - you come round and itís a lovely day once again. Cars donít interest me and moneyís not a priority on my list. Itís as long as your arm - but the weightís no longer hanging off my shoulder. You come round and make me smile - tell me everythingís all right - you can tell me what you like Ďcause even if youíre lying - Iíll believe you anyway. You canít hold on to your world and I canít hold on to mine. There has to be give and take and you can take all of mine - just as long as I can be with you - on this lovely day - when we can do or say whatever - make your way in to my life. Other girls donít interest me - Iím not interested in boys - Iím a heterosexual male - but Iíll dress up if you want me to. Itís a lovely day.

Cellophane Girl Cellophane girl youíre nice. Turn a head to look twice. Cellophane girl Iím looking right through you. Sellotaped bags and boots. Hair bleached and to the roots. Cellophane girl Iím looking right through you. Cellophane wrapped up tight, keeps everything out of sight. Cellophane girl Iím looking right through you. In the meantime I will wait for you. In my dreamtime you will wait for me. In my cellophane world everythingís all right - weightless and feather light. Cellophane girl Iím looking right through you. In the meantime I will wait for you. In my dreamtime you will wait for me. Iíll just tell myself - youíre mistaken so it seems - with your safety pins and sugar coated hair - slogans of despair - life seems so unfair wrapped up in cellophane. Cellophane girl youíre nice. Turn a head to look twice. Cellophane girl Iím looking right through you.

I Donít Need To Write Songs I donít need to write songs about you anymore. This one is just to let you know the score. I donít mean to sound belligerent but you just donít mean what you meant - and I donít need to write songs about you anymore. I donít even think about you now. You just arenít there anymore somehow. Iíve got others on my mind and now I find I donít think about you anyhow. I used to think about you all the time - now you never even cross my mind. Youíre no longer automatic or even autobiographic. If I refer to you then somethingís wrong - possibly a slipping of my tongue. You used to be so intrusive - now your name is so elusive it doesnít even fit into this song. Anyway I donít write songs about the dead - and your ghost is haunting someone else instead. My recall of you is totally erratic. My memoryís no longer photographic. I used to think about you all the time - now you never even cross my mind. Youíre no longer automatic or even autobiographic. I donít think about you now. Iíve ceased to hold you as a conversation piece. You were the centre of attention - now you donít even get a mention. You wouldnít even know that you exist.

Porridge Whoís been in my bed and eating my porridge? Is she having an affair? Nothing much has changed to the best of my knowledge but Iím pretty unaware. Maybe itís a paranoid situation. Maybe one and one make three. Yesterday somebody answered my phone and it wasnít me. Whatís that perfume coming from the bedroom? Iíve never smelt that one before. Thereíre some new tunes coming from the bathroom and now she always locks the door. Maybe Iíve seen too much on the big screen or read one too many books. I know the storyline and I know that love is blind and Iíve seen the guilty looks. Is this really the sad state of affairs that weíre now in? Or is this really a big mistake and I am wrong again? I think thatís time that I wondered what love is all about. I worry about the time that Iíve squandered living in doubt, talking it out, and pissing about. She says Iím surly and goes to bed early - leaving me in the lurch. I wake hung over - only to discover sheís already been to church. Weíre not singing from the same hymn sheet and weíre not drinking from the same cup. Maybe sheís in love with the man from above - in which case I just might throw up my hands and pray. Is this really the sad state of affairs that weíre now in? Or is this really a big mistake and I am wrong again? Whoís been in my bed and eating my porridge?

Where Has My Libido Gone? Oh where has my libido gone? Last night it was abundant but now there is none. I put it somewhere for safekeeping - I think you stole it while I was sleeping! Where has my libido gone? Oh where is my libido now? I gave it to you - have you mislaid it somehow? It could not have got far - could it still be in your car? Where is my libido now? Last night it was fantastic - today it is quite drastic - if I donít find it soon then I may cry. Maybe to you itís not important if Iím in limbo or impotent - but if I donít get it back then I may die. Oh why has my libido gone? Was it something that you said? Did I go on for too long? Iíd really like to merge but until I get my urge back the only thing that Iíll be giving you is this song.

The Funky Detective See him out on the town in the places renowned for their double dealings and their suspect leanings. Watch him get alongside all the thieves in the night - but if you confide in him it wonít be long before heís turning you in - Ďcause heís the funky detective. When heís dressed for the part, you canít tell him apart from the dodgy geezers, liars, pimps and cheaters. Heíll look you straight in the eye and with no word of a lie - heíll say Iím on your side now - why donít we step outside now? There heíll have all his back up like he planned it right from the start - and youíll be heading for jail as he heads off in the dark. At the first sign of a crime heíll be there at the double. Take the advice of the man from the vice Ė stay out of trouble. No one knows who he is, no one knows where he lives, no one knows where he comes from or where he goes. Any time, day or night, heíll be there all right - he seems to delight in catching villains. If you steal from a shop heíll be there at the drop of a hat - before youíve time to think youíre on the way to the clink. If you want to stay free thereís only one way to be - and thatís on the right side of the funky detective. If youíre up to no good, then itís understood that the law of the land will come down heavy on you. So you might like to stop and think about what youíve got - Ďcause if he puts you in jail you wonít get bail. See him out on his bike in the middle of the night - heís going to catch a villain even if heís got to kill him. If he brings him in dead then thatís enough said - thereíll be no awkward questions or close inspections. Arriving at a fight heíll be very polite - he wonít make a judgement or deal out punishment - heíll assess the situation and take them down to the station - drop them off at the yard -and leave behind his calling card - signed - ĎThe Funky Detectiveí.

Let It Go Holy roller, roller coaster. Up and down Ďtill you make the most of her and let it go. Setting sail on stormy seas. Holding on to heavy dreams Ďtill you gain some trust in her. Walking out of your restrictions. Stepping into more addiction - youíve got it bad. You say youíve got to have her now. You say you need to need her. You say you want to have her by the scruff of the neck. Youíre waking very slowly from a sweet dream to a lonely place. You say youíve got to have her now. You say you need to need her. You say you want to have her there inside your head. Time passes quickly when itís rolling away. How much longer Ďtill you call it a day? How much longer Ďtill you hear her say? Iíve got to have you now. I need to need you. I want to have your arms around my neck. Putting feet down, hearing doors slam - turning endings into life long plans - life long demands. Holy roller, roller coaster. Up and down Ďtill you make the most of her and then let it go. Let It go.

Heaven Is Divine Show me. Show me because Iíve really got to know. Iím relying on you to be by my side and when I get there I hope Heaven is divine. Take a walk by the riverside - you can see how the birds fly by. Do you think that itís easy to go? Do you think youíre going to stay? Do you think you can stay? Show me. Show me because Iíve really got to know. Iím relying on you to be my guide and when I get there I hope Heaven is divine. ĎSo then Mary, what about God?í ĎHeís a really nice personí. ĎYou think so? You really think God is good?í ĎYeah, if youíre good to him, he can be good to you. Heís a nice guy Ė have you met him?í ĎNo I havenít yet, have you?í ĎYeah I didí. ĎWhat did he say?í ĎWhat did he say? Ė oh just Hií. Take a walk by the waterís edge. Can you see youíre so privileged? Does it make you want to stay? Do you think you can stay? Show me. Show me because Iíve really got to know. Iím relying on you to be there until I die - and when I get there I hope Heaven is divine.

Cornwall Song Sunday morning comes around. Getting up and coming down. Sunday papers scattered round and we know weíll never read them. Lazy days are best described as things I used to run and hide from. These days I let them slide on and savour every moment. Wasted days are the days that I hang on to. Wasted days arenít wasted if I spend those days with who I want to. Trouble in the world at large. Draw the curtains, stay indoors. No TV, no phone, no access - It comes easily with practice. Iíve wasted days and thereíre days that I have longed for. These days Iím happy if I do nothing but indulge myself more. Taking long walks in the park. Staying in beds and getting up after dark. Finding myself just losing an afternoon or writing a new tune. I can while away an hour preparing to relax. Now Iíve learned to take it easily, and Iím not marking time, I see that wasted days are the days that Iíll remember. Not the ones in photographs that look like my forgotten past. Sunday morning comes around. Getting up and coming down. Sunday papers scattered round and we know that we wonít need them.

Sweet Heart I know how to sleep. I can sleep alone. Iím not afraid you know. No Iím not afraid. Sweetheart - donít go. ĎCause if you do - youíll be sorry you know. Sweetheart - donít leave. ĎCause if you do thereíll be nothing left of me. I can chase the wind. Iíve done it all before. Iíve been upset before - I know all about it. Sweetheart - please stay. I donít know what to do - I donít know what to say - but Sweetheart. Sometimes I feel that Iím wasting my time.

Beautiful Girl Sheís a beautiful girl. Not a care in the world. She wants love for everyone. Sheís a lovely friend. She doesnít know how to pretend. She wants love for everyone. When sheís down at heel he doesnít know whatís real - when sheís down at heel. Sheís a beautiful girl - but sheís not made for this world. She just loves everyone. She has peculiar ways but she says sheís ok. She just wants love for everyone. Keep her down at heel and she doesnít know whatís real. Keep her down at heel and sheís gone from this world.

Man or Mouse The small boy cries, the old man weeps. Still the one in the middle tries hard to keep his upper lip stiff and his mind on the job - Itís breaking his heart but heíll stand tall and tough. Down to his very last breath, down to his very last drop. His pride keeps in place his affection and love - but he doesnít feel right and he doesnít understand - because he doesnít know yet if heís a mouse or a man. The clock is ticking and he knows itís his call. Will he turn to the light or turn away from it all? Will he turn this bright Eden into some slaughterhouse? What is he to be - a man or a mouse? In the cold light of day you can see your mistakes. You could have cried when you laughed - you could have gone when you stayed. You could have talked but you walked - you could have listened instead of turning your back and burying your head. You know whatís at stake and you know how it goes - you know you must take the rough with the smooth. You know how to jeopardise everything that youíve planned but you donít know yet if youíre a mouse or a man. The clock is still ticking and you know itís your call. Will you throw in the towel and wash your hands of it all? Will you turn this home back into a house? What are you - a man or a mouse?

Love of a Lover One mistake is all that it takes to put you back on the beat. Falling foul of a drunken mouth and youíre really dead meat. If I were you Iíd know what to do but Iím not so I donít have a clue. Youíre torn between the love of a lover and the love of another that you canít have. Just one look is all that it took for the heavens to fall. Just one touch - one too much and you wanted it all. If I were you Iíd want it to - but Iím notÖ Youíre torn between the love of a lover and the love of another that you canít have. Canít you wait? Why canít you wait? Canít you wait before itís too late?

A Grim Fairytale From a fine romance to a grim fairytale. The whisky is neat but the sherry is pale. You wonít find the answer at the bottom of a glass but any port in storm Ďtill the reign is past. The Queen Motherís dead Iím afraid itís true. She never even made one hundred and two. So letís toast her health, and Margaretís too - and all for the Golden Jubilee. Can you see her dancing like a fairy on a Christmas tree? Can you see her prancing around like thereís no tomorrow? Itís no good putting up a fight. Your timeís going to come when the time is right. King or Queen - trapped or free - and even on a Golden Jubilee. The moral to this tale is simple indeed. Donít put your trust in money or greed. Deathís no respecter of class or creed - even on a Golden Jubilee.

Do I Love You? Do I love you? Does the Pope drink whiskey? Does water float? Do I love you? Do people know which way to vote? Do I love you? The answer is I just donít know. Do I need you? Is the Queen happy? Mona Lisa sad? Do I need you? Is he really the babyís dad? Do I need you? The answer is I just donít know. Iím lost for words I cannot say. I donít have answers today. Too much to see - too much to do - to say I love you - to say I need you. Do I want you? Did Elvis die? Do fish feel pain? Do I want you? Will England ever rise again? Do I want you? The answer is I just donít know. Iím lost in words - I cannot be the things that you want me to be. Too much to die for - too much to hope for - to say I want you - to say I need you - to say I love you. Do I love you? When did the world begin? Will it ever end? Do I love you? What is there just around the bend? Do I love you? The answer is I just donít know.

Touch Wood and Whistle I love you more than any view Iíll ever see. If I only had two wishes - theyíd be you and me. I wish Iíd met you sooner but I know it couldnít be. No matter - youíre here now. Sometimes I worry when youíre not within my sight. I wonder where you go in your dreams at night and I wonder sometimes what youíre really like. No matter - youíre here now. In my turmoil and my search for what is there - youíre the calm and my still waters - my meditation and my prayer. Youíre there - and if you were to go one time and not come back - and my worst fears became fact - Iíd still love you. Iíd love you more than any view weíd ever seen. Iíd still love you and weíd still be together in my dreams. Touch wood and whistle nd letís hope that someoneís listening. No matter - youíre here now. Touch wood and whistle - if it makes you feel better. No matter - youíre here now.

Next Tide Timeís come for the river to flow. Timeís come for the river to flow. Timeís come for the river to flow. Iíll be sailing away - sailing away next tide. Timeís come and Iíve got me a boat. Timeís come and Iíve got me a boat. Timeís come for the river to flow. Iíll be sailing away - sailing away next tide. Timeís come and Iím ready to float. Timeís come and Iím ready to float. Timeís come for the river to flow. Iíll be sailing away - sailing away next tide.



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