Music and lyrics: Andy
Andy: Bass guitar, flute, lead vocals
Paul: Electric 6-string, acoustic 12-string, harmony vocals
John: Hohner pianet, clavinet, synth, piando brass and string synth
Copyright: Andy Honeybone, All rights reserved.
❖ Hammering past the stop Clock hands clap inside the shop, Sliding along the ledge, Springboards sprout near water's edge. Dream, it seems that Teens in Jeans Have all the fun. Wake to break the cake or rake the ashes through. Chattering all the way, Type write, tight as if to say. Motoring to the spot, Light weight like a spinning top. Fear appears to leer and jeer At everyone. Change the range, it's strange An Angel leads the way. Let all races search your cases, They'll not find a thing, Hear the bells ring. Go to places, look for traces Of things as they were, Bone and seal fur. Sail, blaze a trail to China Eastern beauties dance. Sleep on a paper floor Gazing at the stars. Nothing left to chance, The crew deserts your boat, For sweethearts not afloat. Teetering on the brink, Rocks fall, blocks your cables kink. Buckling at the seams So real, see the laser beams. Seeds of weeds all plead their need For warmth and light. Clear the pier so near to tears You cannot see. *** Instrumental break *** Smile, make your pile from hot dogs. Take a well earned break. Soon you'll be back at work Serving very late. Folding serviettes, The menu doesn't change The order's rearranged. I married a girl Who used to jump out of cakes, 'Till I put on the brakes Now in Market Research, She left me for a confectioner. I'm tempted to write A book, so people would say, Is it based on a play, Or a script of a film That you copied from Gestetner. *** Instrumental break *** I thought of a scheme Where if I had a pen friend I could stay in Ostend For a week on the cheap But I never heard another word. I saw in a film How to build a steel wall. As wide as it was tall. How to keep it from rust. I can't remember what it was for. *** Instrumental break *** Sensible shoes in rows Vetoed by those in the know. Uniform heights and weights, Face front, bait piled on your plate. Test the nest, the best will rest On promised land. Teach or preach the beach will reach Down to the sea. Omega comes at half Past nine, fine alright by me. Semaphore Snoopies wave On watch faces second hand Wined and dined, so kind yet blind To trouble signs. End, suspend, pretend or send Us both away… ⁂