Lyrics - Love Letters & Medication


The Closer I Get (To You) I trip at every step I take to you. I fall at every hurdle but I push on through. I donít want to admit it but thereís no other way of seeing it - Iíll never get closer to you. My words get mixed up and unclear when Iím nervous, and I drink too much beer. The hole gets bigger as I dig dig dig it - then I fall in it and itís clear. Iím an idiot - a first class fool, an unpolished jewel. Iíd get first prize in any competition for last position. The closer I get to you the more stupid the things I do - I donít like it but itís true. Iíve got no idea! I wish I had it would make things easier - but as it stands I feel thereís no chance in us advancing - if I thought there was Iíd take the chance and ask you if you might come romancing - but the closer I get to you, the more stupid the things I do. I canít help it but itís true.

Love Letters and Medication Love letters and medication, and a heartfelt situation, has always done it for me. Love letters and medication, a certain element of frustration, gentle manipulation by degree. You canít say fairer than that. If you want to get ahead - get a hat. Love letters and medication, tantalising implications, secret intoxication and conspiracy. Numerical transportation, hypothetical explanations - loaded, coded, exploded mystery. You canít say fairer than that. You canít do better than that. No milk today for us thank you, your free newspapers can go too. Take your circulars away, keep the missionaries at bay. My dog bites before it thinks. Iím intoxicated before I drink. We donít want no kerb crawlers - no unexpected callers. How can you believe all that? Iím a liar and thatís a fact. If you want to get ahead - get a hat. Love letters and medication, hyper hyperventilation, misplaced interpretation and fantasy. Systematic gratification, unaccompanied penetration, unexpected illumination and honesty. Admirable qualifications, excellent specification. Discretion - a lesson in consistency. Love letters and medication, sensitive exploration has always done it for me. Love letters and medication, the answer for every situation - and you can see why.

(He's Got)Nobby Style The wide boyís on the right side again. Playing straight down the middle, never in defence or attacking. He stands tall with his eyes on the ball, grinning. Itís not the taking part that counts Ė itís winning. Oh he feels like Nobby Stiles, scoring with toothless smiles. He doesnít need lies or alibis - heís on top of the world looking down on you. See him standing in the corner waving his white flag. Heíll make her take the penalty if she starts playing bad. Right now sheís dealing with his tackle, and heís outside his box. He dribbles, he scores, heís so cocksure - he knocks her into touch. Oh he feels like Nobby Stiles, scoring with toothless smiles. He doesnít need much, just his magic touch - heís on top of his game - going down on you. Oh heís got nobby style. So it might be quite a while Ďtill he faces up to his denial - and his wife and his kid, and the things that he did. Playing the field like it is a championship. Heís the first in his league and the first to get out of his kit. This stud is loose and much too big for his boots, and his name may be mud - but thereís always extra time when someone blows his whistle and thereís no substitute for love. Oh he feels like Nobby Stiles, scoring with toothless smiles. He doesnít need lies or alibis, he always plays away Ė no local ties. He knows the score, itís in the net - itís the perfect match and itís the best a man can get. Heís got nobby style.

Whatís Gonna Happen Next? A green-eyed girl from Brighton - a blue-eyed boy from Leeds. Meet on a train station Ė 10.33. Heís just been to see his mother - sheís off to see her friends. They sit across a table and they get off holding hands. You canít explain how these things happen, you can only watch and laugh. You canít know whatís round the corner you can only stop and ask - whatís gonna happen next? She is pregnant, depressed and in despair. The boyfriend upped and left her soon as he became aware. So she has the baby, her future so unclear. The doctor who delivers marries her within the year. You canít explain Ďcause thereís no pattern, thereís no instinct, thereís no test. Just expect the unexpected Ďcause thatís what youíre gonna get - whatís gonna happen next? If the colourís blinding and you canít turn out the light. If your futureís fading and itís all in black and white. Just stick around Ďcause you know it will turn out all right in the end. Truth or fiction? It matters not you see. Whatís gonna happen happens to the likes of you and me. Youíre born, you die, you live your life, you try and do your best - and if thatís simplistic youíre just too complex. ĎCause life just changes and thatís all you need to know. Thereís good and bad and getting by and times just come and go - whatís gonna happen next?

She Says She says, ĎHow are we this morning?í and I know sheís trying to butter me up. She says, ĎHow are you my darling?í - sometimes she even calls me love - but she is talking to someone who thinks that love is a dirty word. Loveís not a dirty word. Not a dirty word - itís a filthy word. Love is a filthy word but she doesnít listen. She says, ĎWhy donít you get a job, it could do you good, we could do with the moneyí. She says, ĎYou could work for yourself, not for someone else, you could build your own empire!í - but she is talking to someone who thinks that work is a dirty word. Workís not a dirty word. Not a dirty word, itís a filthy word. Work is a filthy word but she doesnít listen. I know what is wrong you see - she knows far too much about me. She says, ĎI really want to love you, Iíll do anything you askí. She says, ĎI really really want you to love me and Iím willing to risk everything for youí - but she is talking to somebody who needs more than everything. I need more than you do. I need more than you.

I Donít Smoke Dope I bang the curb when I park the car - Iíve got blisters in my mouth and I canít walk very far. I study at the school of life and dream that one day I will win the lottery - but I donít smoke dope. I pray to God when things get tricky - Iím a fair weathered friend but I donít mind a bit of froth. I try really hard but not hard enough - Iím a good bluff and when push comes to shove then I shove off - but I donít smoke dope. So do you? Iíll come clean if you do too. I walk on water but I canít swim. I stay on the surface looking deep Ė but I donít go in. I raise myself above it all so itís all beneath me. I donít fall Ė I just give in - but I donít smoke dope. Iíve pushed hard and carried cans - Iíve been needled, Iíve been jammed - Iíve been hustled, Iíve been crammed - Iíve had trips and Iíve had plans - but I donít smoke dope. So do you? Iíll come clean if you do too. So do you! You canít fool me I know itís true. I bang the car when I crawl the streets - Iíve got blisters on my feet and now a foot in mouth disease. I did a crash course in philosophical care - so now everything I think or do is neither here nor there. Iíve got a heart of gold or a heart of stone, Iím as cold as ice or as hot as the sun. Iím your brother, your mother, your sister, your lover, your father, your son, your daughter, your chum, your lifeblood, your gun - but I donít smoke dope.

In My Dreams Forward now - in too deep - thatís my problem. I canít wait - never mind itís all right - I cross a bridge when I come to it. I donít suppose you would like to come out with me soon? No? I thought so - is this your boyfriend? Pleased to meet you. Shit - Iíve done it again. Oh God - what can I do to make amends? Can we just be friends then? Iíve said too much. Iíve had too much to drink so please excuse me. Iíve said too much and I think I should be leaving. But you - youíll be in my dreams tonight - and in my dreams - in my dreams - I will love you. Now and then - when I think - which isnít that often - but when - when I do - I think of you - Iíve forgotten what I - what I was saying - but what I am saying is that I am lonely. Please will you come home? Come home with me - and bring your boyfriend - because you - youíll be in my dreams tonight - and in my dreams - in my dreams - I will love you. Yes you - youíll be in my dreams tonight - and in my dreams - in my dreams - you will love me.

Cigarettes and Calpol Accidents can happen and you were one of them. If youíre a boy we can play football, a girl weíll sew a hem. Iím quite good at defending but not at gender bending. Youíre going to drive me potty with your potty training. When you start to walk Iíll have to pull the reigns in. Iím going to have to try and curb my swearing or your first word might be fuck. Pass me the milk and alcohol, my cigarettes and some calpol - weíll be all right in another week or two. Iím like a child with a new toy I donít know how to use - and there will soon be nappies pilling up in our refuse. Our room will look fantastic when everythingís in plastic! I guess for the moment weíre ok Ďcause youíre inside and Iím out all day - but soon reality is going to hit me - Iíll be off to bed at two and up again at three. So pass me the milk and alcohol, my cigarettes and some calpol - Ďcause Iíll be up all night in another week or two. I pace the room at night wondering what it might be like. I suppose it might be alright if I start thinking and stop my drinking. When I think about the first year or so - the first time you call me dad and how quickly you will grow. Maybe you and me wonít be compatible - Iíll have to be grown up and act responsible! Pass me the milk and alcohol, my cigarettes and some calpol - youíll be upright in another year or two. Oh I canít sleep at all wondering if this is my downfall - but I know deep down inside itís true that youíll love me and Iíll love you. As I see your shape gently swelling - I know whatís going to happen thereís no way of telling. Iíve got a feeling - you could say it was a hunch - that things will be all right in a few months. I canít wait Ďtill everything is hunky dory - sitting on the sofa watching Jackanory. Singing silly rhymes and playing stupid games - I know itís never ever going to be the same again. So pass me the milk and alcohol, my cigarettes and some calpol - Ďcause youíll be life like in another week or two.

On Your Own Make some mistakes but make sure theyíre your own. Keep good ideas - not the ones you should have thrown away. Leave behind the friendships that you had - in time youíll sort the good ones from the bad. If you leave, you leave alone - if you stay then itís your home. If you see me and I donít see you - youíre on your own now No point in talking back. Nobodyís listening and you canít change the facts. So pack your bags and throw them all away. If you leave, you leave alone - if you stay then itís your home. If you see me and I donít see you - Youíre on your own now. If your storyís sad then it is up to you to put it right - and if you canít do that then you might as well give it up right now - take some tablets - book your funeral. Make some mistakes but make sure theyíre your own. If you leave - you leave alone.

Maureen Maureen - donít you think itís time - donít you think itís time that we - donít you think itís time we walked away? Maureen - Iíve been trying to write this song - Iíve been trying to write this song for you - Iíve been trying to write to you. Every time I write I find my pen runs dry and I canít think of anything to say no matter how I try. Maureen - Iím sick of all these arguments - your disconnected compliments sound like your doubly incontinent to me. Maureen - it must be the child in me that wonít play happy families - that wonít play the good lad to your mum and dad. Every time Iím lying on my back you just say ĎI donít know where you think youíre going with that!í - and I just want you to do something obscene - my Maureen. Maureen - your sense of humour troubles me - you laugh at things when I donít see anything funny to laugh about. Maureen - youíre always laughing behind my back - it seems I fall for it - hook, line and sinker too. Every time I find the jokes on me - and you say Iíve got you curled up in stitches - I believe I could still be the cat that gets the cream Ė my Maureen. Oh Maureen - I may not be the brightest boy alive - but youíve seen that every word I say I mean. Maureen - you want to be anonymous - so I changed your name to Maureen because any other name would seem to obvious. Iíve been to hell and back for you Maureen - but I wonít be doing it again because this boyís seen that the light is bright. The grass is greener on the other side and the air is cleaner when itís not divided. Iíll make it clearer so you donít miss what I mean - bye Maureen. Maureen - have you got the time? Have you got the time Maureen? I make it twenty minutes past too late.

Round & Round & Round Covered moon in the sky. Clouds hang heavy passing by - they drift away and so do I beside you. Wake up to a new day. Records play - a new song goes around my head and starts me thinking of you. Words are failing. They have no meaning. I canít think of anything Iíd rather do than be with you. I canít think of anywhere Iíd rather be - can you see like I do? Ghosts are walking on this floor. Telltale signs of nights before creep round this room - close the door shut tightly. Words are failing. They have no meaning. Seconds short - hours long - spinning round burning sun. Break the back of yesterday - find tomorrowís in the way. The futureís so bright you canít see the momentís now and always will be true. Peace and calm you are to me - the world and all thatís in it - universe, the air, the stars, the sea - the real me. Words are failing. They have no meaning. People come and go - some you leave and some you donít know. Who is real? Whoís in disguise? - Somehow you must decide. Who is right? What is wrong? - Everybodyís got an opinion. Why donít you just stop? Watch the world just keep on turning round & round & round.



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