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Trains
Turning japanese
Somehow
Spring collection
America
Here comes the judge
Sixty second interval
Wasted
Galleries for guns
Civic hall

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TRAINS
By Dave Fenton


And again I wait for you
My tired hands are turning blue
I'm not sure if it's night or day
My body's aching in the cold and rain
But, I can't go home in case you're on the next train
So, here I stand - I'm just waiting for you

Everybody I know has to face the trains
Everybody I know makes the same mistakes

Playing games I turn around
I kick my heals I count the clowns
I watch another lonely man
Oh, but there's something in the air
that says I'm in the right place
So, I gaze at the crowd I'm trying to find the right face
And there it is - You say you're sorry too

Everybody I know has to face the trains
Everybody I know makes the same mistakes

Well, there's a hole in the ground
that seems to eat me up
I can't say enough about the two of us
My arms are breaking I can't hold you enough

Oh, I can't hold you enough
Oh, I can't hold you enough
I want to love you again
I want to love you again
I want to love you again
I want to love you again
I want to love you again
I want to love you again
I want to love you again
I wan'a, I wan'a, I wan'a

Everybody I know has to face the trains
Everybody I know makes the same mistakes

Well, I took you to a glycerine party everynight
I followed on my lead when you put out the light
I couldn't fight the feeling that it's warmer than rain
I couldn't fight the feeling that you can't fight trains cause I know


Nobody tastes like you
Nobody looks like you
Nobody loves like you
Nobody tastes like you
Nobody looks like you
I can't go home
I wan'a do it again
I wan'a do it again
I wan'a do it again
I wan'a do it again
I wan'a do it again
I wan'a do it again
I wan'a do it again
I wan'a, I wan'a, I wan'a

(What did you say?)
I said a lot of things that I didn't mean
(tell me why?)
Cause I was hungry for your sweet 16
(so you lied?)
Oh, just to keep you here you're so naive
I get so lost and lame
Like on a ball and chain but, I wan'a do it again
I wan'a do it again
I wan'a do it again
I wan'a do it again
I wan'a do it again
I wan'a do it again
I wan'a do it again
I wan'a do it again
I wan'a, I wan'a, I wan'a

Everybody I know has to face the trains
Everybody I know makes the same mistakes
Don't let the trains get'ya

Turning Japanese
By Dave Fenton

I've got your picture of me and you
You wrote "I love you" I love you too
I sit there staring and there's nothing else to do
Oh it's in color Your hair is brown
Your eyes are hazel And soft as clouds
I often kiss you when there's no one else around

I've got your picture, I've got your picture
I'd like a million of them all round my cell
I asked the doctor to take your picture
So I can look at you from inside as well
You've got me turning up and turning down
And turning in and turning 'round

I'm turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so
Turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so
I'm turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so
Turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so

I've got your picture, I've got your picture
I'd like a million of them all round my cell
I want the doctor to take your picture
So I can look at you from inside as well
You've got me turning up and turning down and turning in and turning 'round

I'm turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so
Turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so
I'm turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so
Turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so

No sex, no drugs, no wine, no women
No fun, no sin, no you, no wonder it's dark
Everyone around me is a total stranger
Everyone avoids me like a psyched lone-ranger Everyone

That's why I'm turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so
Turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so
I'm turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so
Turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so

Turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so
Turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so
Turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so
(think so think so think so)
Turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so

Somehow
By Dave Fenton

I've seen it before
I know the score
You're trying to be wild and carefree
You really can't take it no more

I'm trying to think
I can't think clear
Everybody's talking to me
It's gone foggy in here

But as time goes marching home again
It leaves me to reflect
Or was this just a waste of time
Or was this time well spent

And if it marches back again
And orders me to smile
Then will I be prepared
Or will it take a little while

Don't leave me
Don't leave me
Don't leave me now
I'll make it up to you somehow

Don't leave me
Don't leave me
Don't leave me now
I'll make it up to you somehow

I've listened to you
Please listen to me
Don't tie us up completely
Just wait and see

I'll try very hard for a second chance
Which is it to be? One dead romance
Or a handful of dreams? Please tell me
It makes all the difference to me
And I really want to know

I've done so many things I suddenly regret
If  I could only compromise and you'd try to forget
A single kiss, a lovers wish, the past dissolves in tears
The present burns inside of me, the future disappears

Don't leave me
Don't leave me
Don't leave me now
I'll make it up to you somehow

Don't leave me
Don't leave me
Don't leave me now
I'll make it up to you somehow

Oh Yes I will and I'll go
Out of my way to make you happy
Till the sun don't shine and sky stops turning blue

I really want to know
Could I ever be happy
Without somebody who really cared
Somebody like you

Don't leave me
Don't leave me
Don't leave me now
I'll make it up to you somehow

Don't leave me
Don't leave me
Don't leave me now
I'll make it up to you somehow

Don't leave me
Don't leave me
Don't leave me now
I'll make it up to you somehow

Don't leave me
Don't leave me
Don't leave me now
I'll make it up to you somehow

Yes I will

Spring collection
By Dave Fenton

Wide eyes and corkscrew hair
Tied with lace you found somewhere
Hard gloss on lipstick smile
Wound up tight to spin for a while

Black jeans with tortured seams
Don't mean that much to me
Cool shades and dayglo tears
All hide your sixteen years

But I don't like to say my thoughts out loud
But I'm liking too much what I see
You flirt with every little boy in town
You dress to kill and now you're killing me
In your spring collection
You're just another girl with stars in your eyes
I could have been there and back
But I don't want to go home with you

Don't like your plastic shoes
Don't like your hair dyed blue
Don't like your damned new rose
Don't like your casual pose

I don't wanna go out tonight
But I don't wanna sit here 'cos there's nothing on the radio
You're coming round tonight
In your parachute suit that you bought in Portobello

I often call your name out loud
And try to tell you what I'm going through
You'd sooner hang around with all your crowd
'Cos they all pose and think and dress like you
In your spring collection
You're just another girl with stars in your eyes
We could have been there and back
But I don't wanna go home with you

America
By Dave Fenton

Why don't you get out of here
I never needed you anyway
Why don't you just disappear
I'm tired of driving down your logical motorway

You could stay if you don't ask no questions
You could stay if you don't tell no lies
Say You don't read my feature
You could stay if you don't read my mind
Wanna do something new
I Wanna go to America
Go to America
Go to America
But I wanna stay with you
But I wanna take you too baby
Baby, baby, baby

For a moment I'm alive
Everybody tries to steal my time
(I tell you)
God knows how I can survive
Just hiding out in this occupied territory

You could stay if you don't ask no questions
You could stay if you don't tell no lies
Say you don't read my feature
You could stay if you don't read my mind
Wanna do something new
I Wanna go to America
Go to America
Go to America
But I wanna stay with you
But I wanna take you too baby
Baby, baby, baby, baby

I wanna go to America
Go to America
Go to America
But I wanna stay with you
But I wanna take you too baby
Baby, baby, baby, baby

Here comes the judge
By Dave Fenton

What am I supposed to do
Sitting here in this eternal zoo
With no shoes on
I broke all your records
And I played all your rules
I sold you down the road
I was nobody's fool in my schooldays - my schooldays

What am I supposed to feel
Sitting here in this eternity wheel
With my frown on
Here come my friends / they're gotta help me pull through
Oh, help me out of this emergency room
With my suitcase - my suitcase

What am I supposed to learn
Sitting here in this electrical storm
With no shoes on
Hey mister, won't you leave me alone
I think I need to use your telephone
Call my lawyer, my liar

I took a walk in the park
I tried a kiss in the dark
I was trying to make you love me
I took an overdose
Of the perfume on your clothes
I was trying to make you happy

What am I supposed to say
I didn't like her that much anyway
She was screaming
Here comes the Judge he's gonna help me pull through
Oh, help me out of this emergency room
With my suitcase - my suitcase

What am I supposed to do
Sitting here in this eternal zoo
With no shoes on

Hey, mama don't you cry over me
I'm lost and lonely but that's O.k by me
That's just my way, just my way

Hey boy, this is your captain speaking
Got some very bad news from the crew
We all know where you going
And we all know where you've been
But you're in trouble boy, your tickets no good

Hey boy, this is your captain speaking
Got some very bad news from the crew
We all know where you going
And we all know where you've been
But you're in trouble boy, your tickets no good

What am I supposed to learn
Sitting here in this electrical storm
With no shoes on

Hey mister, won't you hold my hand
I need a friend to find the promised land
Won't you touch me, please touch me

What am I supposed to do
Sitting here in this eternal zoo
With no shoes on
Hey mister, won't you cry over me
I'm lost and lonely but that's OK. by me
That's just my way, just my way

I took a walk in the park
I tried a kiss in the dark
I was trying to make you love me
I took an overdose
Of the perfume on your clothes
I was trying to make you happy

It's all right, It's all right, It's all right,
I'm just a little bit zoombie
It's all right, It's all right, It's all right,
I'm just a little bit zoombie
It's all right, It's all right, It's all right,
I'm just a little bit zoombie
It's all right, It's all right, It's all right,
I'm just a little bit zoombie

Hey boy, this is your captain speaking
Got some very bad news from the crew
We all know where you going
And we all know where you've been
But you're in trouble boy, your tickets no good

Hey boy, this is your captain speaking
Got some very bad news from the crew
We all know where you going
And we all know where you've been
But you're in trouble boy, your tickets no good

It's all right, (all right) all right, (all right), all right,
I'm just a little bit zoombie
It's all right, (all right) all right, (all right), all right,
I'm just a little bit zoombie
It's all right, (all right) all right, (all right), all right,
I'm just a little bit zoombie
It's all right, (all right) all right, (all right), all right,
I'm just a little bit zoombie

It's all right, (all right) all right, (all right), all right,
I'm just a little bit zoombie
It's all right, (all right) all right, (all right), all right,
I'm just a little bit zoombie
It's all right, (all right) allright, (all right), all right,
I'm just a little bit zoombie
It's all right, (all right) all right, (all right), all right,
I'm just a little bit zoombie

Sixty Second Interval
By Dave Fenton

The moon is up
It's grey tonight
And the stars on the battlefield shiver in tears
A dead bright lesson from a million light years

The game is up It's cold tonight
So we crouch in our overcoats waiting for a dawn
Both hungry and simple and calm and warm

Sixty second interval
Here it comes
Sixty seconds, in to view

They're out tonight
The masks are down
And friends meet strangers and strangers are friends
And pain is passion and passion must end

They're here tonight
No fear tonight
And the hands on the faces have started to move
It's slow at first but it's over too soon

Sixty second interval
Here it comes
Sixty seconds, in to view

They're here tonight
No fear tonight
And the hands on the faces have started to move
It's slow at first but it's over too soon

Sixty second interval
Here it comes
Sixty second interval
Here it comes
Here it comes
Here it comes

Wasted
By Dave Fenton

Don't think I told you 'bout this dream I had
Me and these friends of mine were feelin' bad
'Cause we were wasted
Wasted on the likes of You

Feel like a semaphoring Happy Jack
Caucasion crucifix upon our backs
Yeah, we were wasted
Wasted on the likes of You

Well we've got powers in our jeans You've never dreamed
And we've got words You've never heard and never seen
Yeah, we've been wasted

I heard you hummin' on the telephone
I spoke to Monroe, Garbo, Truman, Capone
But, they were wasted
Wasted on the likes of You

Oh, come along
Come along
Come along
Come along

I met a man today who sold me an icecream
I took his number down in case we were seen
He looked so much better

I took my first real taste of porcupine tea
Loretta looked much better than you'd think she could be
She looked so much better
I really think she rule it out

I think I'll take a look at what I could be
She showed me lots of things that I'd never seen
'Cause she was wasted
Wasted on the likes of You

Maybe one day we can stop on the screen
And lay back royalties from me unseen
Cause we've been wasted
Wasted on the likes of You, yeah, You, yeah
Wasted on the likes of You, yeah, You, yeah
Wasted on the likes of You, yeah, You, yeah
Wasted on the likes of You, yeah, You, yeah
Wasted on the likes of You

Galleries for guns
By Dave Fenton

How you gonna keep me warm, now that the whole world's chloroformed
Well maybe it's the time of year, or maybe the calm before the storm
Oh we missed some show on the BBC
And we all gave up except for You and me
We sit here playing with snakes on a board
Talking about holidays over the wall
With the moonligth playing games around your eyes
You look like ice and almost hypnotised
But there ain't no rules to keep us apart
Just one for the head and one for the heart
Of the target man, target man, target man, target man
Aim at me
This is it, this is it, this is it, this is it
This is all I need
'Cos I say, galleries for guns
Seem like no exchange at all
But I can give you armour if You keep me warm

People can be awful slow, or maybe they just don't want to know
But I'll stay with you if You'll stay with me
And I'll give you all that You'll ever need
Those butterfly boys may look very neat
But they never stay long and they never stay sweet
The moonlight's playing games around your eyes
You look like ice and almost hypnotised
But there ain't no rules to keep us apart
Just one for the head and one for the heart
Of the target man, target man, target man, target man
Aim at me
This is it, this is it, this is it, this is it
This is all I need

'Cos I say, galleries for guns
Seem like no exchange at all
But I can give you armour if You keep me warm

How you gonna keep me warm
How you gonna keep me warm
How you gonna keep me warm

Now that the whole world's chloroformed
Oh we missed some show on the BBC
And we all gave up except for You and me
We sit here playing with snakes on a board
Talking about holidays over the wall
With the moonligth playing games around your eyes
You look like ice and almost hypnotised
But there ain't no rules to keep us apart
Just one for the head and one for the heart
Of the target man, target man, target man, target man
Aim at me
This is it, this is it, this is it, this is it
This is all I need

'Cos I say, galleries for guns
Seem like no exchange at all
But I can give you armour if You keep me warm

Civic hall
By Dave Fenton

I heard someone calling me, from a car across the road.
The lights were out, I never heard the sound of the police car radio.
So I went running down the lane with my plastic bag, not stopping once to look behind.
But the long arm of the law put its foot to the floor, And they met me on the other side.

And they said: "What's goin on here then, sonny." "Hello, hello."
"What's goin' on here then, sonny." "We want to know."
But they weren't convinced no matter how I tried.
They pinned me up against the wall.
And my homemade jam in my plastic bag was broken by the Civic Hall. By the Civic Hall.

I closed my eyes to see the Phoenix rise, spread-eagle up against the wall.
And I walked, tight-knit, from my sinking ship.
Trying hard to keep the furnace cool.
So I thought, easy-come, easy-go. Just play along.
Until I got inside the car. But a stone-age hand left my trust in man.
Went to pieces for the final time.

When they said: "What's goin on here then, Sonny." "Hello, hello."
"What's goin' on here then, Sonny." "We want to know."
But they weren't convinced no matter how I tried.
They pinned me up against the wall.

And my homemade jam in my plastic bag lies broken by the Civic Hall.
By the Civic Hall.
And my homemade jam in my plastic bag lying broken by the Civic Hall.
By the Civic Hall.