- Into The Valley
- Scared To Dance
- Dossier (Of Fallibility)
- Hope And Glory
- Melancholy Soldiers
- Of One Skin
- Sweet Suburbia
Lyrics to the "Scared To Dance" LP
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Into the Valley Betrothed and divine Realisations no virtue But who can define Why soldiers go marching Those masses a line This disease is catching From victory to stone Ahoy! Ahoy! Land, sea and sky Ahoy! Ahoy! Boy, man and soldier Ahoy! Ahoy! Deceived and then punctured Ahoy! Ahoy! Long may they die Out of concealment Blank and stark eyed Why so uncertain This culture deceives Prophesised, brainwashed Tomorrow's demise All systems failing The placards unroll Ahoy! Ahoy! Land, sea and sky Ahoy! Ahoy! Boy, man and soldier Ahoy! Ahoy! Deceived and then punctured Ahoy! Ahoy! Long may they die Time for the audit The gathering trial A collectors dilemma Repositioned and filed Words: Richard Jobson Music: Stuart Adamson
Your face in the corner Like some statue of gold I want you to walk home I want you to hold But I'm scared to dance Said I'm scared to dance Well I'm scared to dance I've seen you before girl And I've held your wrist But I can't jive girl No I cannot twist But I'm scared to dance Said I'm scared to dance Well I'm scared to dance So now I walk behind you And you don't hear Until I'm right beside you Until you bleed (Ha! Ha! Ha!) But I'm scared to dance Said I'm scared to dance Well I'm scared to dance Words and music: Stuart Adamson
1. I never said never
I only said can't
Move over move over
It's unjustified romance
No more affair
It went on too long
No more communication
Time I was gone
Put down receiver.
Time I was gone.
Move over move over
Time I was gone.
The blood lay spilled on the receiving end
The wrists were cut unseen to all
The blood lay spilled an ancient blend
The wrists were cut during this call.
2. You are such a martyr
You leave such a taste
You are a disciple
You are such a waste
No more intimacy
Only footage news
Rejection of religion
Cascaded with blame
No stricken conscience
Attendance at the ashes
Sorry for the family
See you at your grave
A situation built round this plight
I no longer seem to require my greed
All these ambitions severed in flight
Just realised love's more than a need
3. Inside and outside
Caught in between
The method that killed you
Was mine it would seem
A situation built round this plight
I no longer require my greed
All these ambitions are severed in flight.
I've just realised love's a need
Should I endeavour to reset the wire
To reset the wire of life
This mental torment with nowhere to rehire
Please let my Dossier-grind-shoot-and
HALT
The blood lay spilled on the receiving end
The wrists were cut unseen to all
All these ambitions are severed in flight
And I've just realised love's more than a need.
Words: Richard Jobson
Music: Stuart Adamson
1. The essence of outlandish dreams
Is the wake, and the daylight
Is the sweats of nighttime screams
Surrounded by crystal veils
In this position, it seldom fails
Chorus
I have hope and glory
Redeeming my life story
I have hope and glory
Dissolving all of my worry
2. The emotion of paper words
Is the lost, and the love
Raucous writers seem lost for words
Failing this the authors dream
Transcend all else, the poetic scheme
Chorus
I have hope and glory
Redeeming my life story
I have hope and glory
Dissolving all of my worry
3. The blemish of the failing rise
Is the sustain, and the fear
Reject advice to accept the cries
When all of this is gone
This a time, not for forlorn.
Chorus
The man on the dolphin's side
Shine, silver diamond
Escape, prospectors, mine
Collect, enhance your children
Cherish, stalemate black on white
Shine, silver stallion
Prepare, the final ride
Victory, victory over victory
The man, the man on the dolphin's side
Words: Richard Jobson
Music: Stuart Adamson
Who fed you to the lions When hanging from a tree It's a case of melancholy There's no tourists at the sea Twelve saw decaying monuments While marching on attack Eleven watched a single Thus continued on the march Oh, oh Pin point toward horizon Convalescent to the last A moment lost of imagery The last word to the cast Won't you listen to the danger I can't listen any more Oh, oh. This...oh, oh oh! This...oh, oh oh! This...to march along This...on undwelt seed This...is a panorama This...is a soldier's creed. From this came a stranger All the marching seemed to halt From this came a moment Then the march led to assault The dwellers took position While commanding genocide The enemy were helpless And there's lots more besides Oh, oh This...to march along This...on undwelt seed This...is a panorama This...is a soldier's creed. This...oh, oh oh This...oh, oh oh Words: Richard Jobson Music: Stuart Adamson
Beware, little one knowledge Inside, you seem to acknowledge Traced the case of your family path A maritime captain escaped the last laugh Deep little one ponder Sleep you seem to discover Meandered the track of a right-angled road Vesuvius my sheba erupted and gored Silk little one slender Certain part of the gender A mother, a father, a brother, a son A pyramid of love remembered you are the one Beware little one knowledge Inside do you acknowledge
Remnants of the ancient heart remain Time for one to seek an anti-soak Bars for 3 and only room for 2 Box and box, a lift for legless hope Sweet Suburbia Living on the paper periscope Hot dog life cold for the antelope Concrete days and white electric nights Steel and steel life on the open plain Sweet Suburbia x 2 Excavate a land for restless days Contemplate a chance for future ways Clip and hate to centralise the world Food and food and cardboard expatriates Sweet Suburbia x 2 Birth and birth and birth and birth and birth Live and live and live and live and live Mate and mate and mate and mate and mate Die and die and die and die and die Sweet Suburbia... Words: Richard Jobson Music: Stuart Adamson
I cried to my daddy on the telephone
how long now
Until the clouds unroll and you come home
the line went
But the shadows still remain since your descent
your descent
The saints are coming, the saints are coming
No matter how I try, I realise there's no reply
The saints are coming, the saints are coming
A drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief
How long now
Until a weather change condemns belief
The stone says
This paternal guide once had his day
Once had his day
The saints are coming, the saints are coming
No matter how I try, I realise there's no reply
The saints are coming, the saints are coming
Words: Richard Jobson
Music: Stuart Adamson
I shot the stage, six times
Before you come
On equal, silver, grey same
The distortion throbs
While mother sobs
But all the children
And all the men
Seem content
to be back again
Heat rose from the modules, six times
Clench of a fist
Could cause this silvery, grey mist...grey mist
The distortion eased
While mother dried
But all the children
And all the men
Seem incontent
to be free again
And you entered, and you screamed
All six of us stood
And when you answered, goodnight
No one understood, No one understood
no one understood
Words: Richard Jobson
Music: Stuart Adamson
Through the crack Three numbers together Plan an attack Deliver the succour Too outrageous for me To write of another Somebody told me Where is the glamour Made you a camera Words go much further Hard to maintain How comes the plot Lost of the strength No appetite Remember the cause Don't say because I'll fight to the end Tell the truth The energy's gone I'll fight to the end Tell the truth, the energy's gone. Words: Richard Jobson Music: Stuart Adamson
Charles got a job in a factory Drilling sheet metal from six till three Worked extra hours for a better wage Got lost in his task quite needlessly I noticed his brain was a plastic box His work rate improved 'cause he couldn't stop He couldn't eat lunch with those metal hands His legs were supports for new inner glands Next when I saw him his face was gone A stainless steel spine now instead of bone His arms became grafted onto the switch Six months without food made it quite a trip His wife soon returned from her open grief She told his employer she had kids to keep They gave her the scrap price of his machine Last weekend Charles became obsolete. Words and music: Stuart Adamson
Down in the gutter
Where white eyes roar
A man seeks a lover
To keep behind doors
Lie in a bedroom
Want to make more
An ignorant human
Can't hear you call
Calling calling, crazy tunes
Look all around you
Your life is in ruins
A negative husband
No love for his wife
He lives in an army
To kill is his life
Along came a bullet
That shattered his head
Once was a father
Now he's just dead
Calling calling, crazy tunes
Look all around you
Your life is in ruins
A handsome young stallion
To make is no pain
Corrupt and deceitful
He feels no disdain
His mission is simple
To add to the score
Look through his reflection
Ah what could be more
Calling calling, crazy tunes
Look all around you
Your life is in ruins
My body, my body
Has taken a shape
Dead with no friendship
I cannot relate
Blinded and deafened
They can't see my state
Inside is a kick
Can this be my fate
Calling calling, crazy tunes
Look all around you
Your life is in ruins, look all around you,
life is in ruins
Words: Richard Jobson
Music: Stuart Adamson
Enemy of your regime Enemy of your own scheme Enemy of state Enemy of your own hate Reflecting glaze, of your own love Symbol of peace the white, white dove. Rescued from a clouded sky Rescued as a man to die Rescued from eternal fate Rescued as a man too late Obtrusive glance of your own trance Symbol of peace the white romance Daring not to deliver Daring only to consider Daring not to take a lover Daring only to have a mother Restricting glare of blazing glass Symbol of peace the catholic mass Remaining part of the unchilled cold Still life the untold story Is it me or the Kingdom of Glory Death was only sleep Death held no pain Death was gentle Death was release Death was in me Death was part. Life was an eternal wake Life held a choking pain Life was rough Life was capture Life had left me Life was void Membrane burst a drowning mass Securely latched from the past. of myth of faith of heaven and of hell of life of death Words: Richard Jobson Music: Stuart Adamson
(c) 1978 Virgin Music (Publishers) Limited
Stuart Adamson: Lead & Rhythm Guitars
Chris Jenkins: Additional Guitar
Producer: David Batchelor
Group Photograph: Dennis Morris
Made and produced in England by Robor Ltd.
William Simpson: Bass Guitar
Thomas Kellichan: Drums
Richard Jobson: Vocals & Guitar
David Batchelor: Piano
Engineer: Mick Glossop
Assistant Engineer: Steve Prestage
Illustration/Design: Russell Mills
"They could not so much as bring themselves to say we're just a lot of
cheap heels, a bundle of predestined failures: could not even comfort
themselves with the thought that life was a gamble."
J.P. Sartre
"A classic case of rock n' roll paranoia."
Ronnie Gurr
(p) 1979 Virgin Records Ltd.
(c) 1979 Virgin Music (Publishers) Ltd.
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