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I THOUGHT I SAW JOE ANDERSON WALKING DOWN LIME STREET LATE AFTER DARK
SAID HE WAS LOOKING FOR A MRS MAE, I LOOKED UP HE WENT OUT LIKE A SPARK
HEY JOE, WHERE ARE YOU GOING WITH THAT CONTRACT IN YOUR HAND?
SAY IT AIN’T SO, WOULDN’T WE LIKE TO KNOW, THE IDEAS THAT YOU HAD PLANNED
WHEN YOU’VE GOT NO REASON TO BE LEFT OUT ALIVE
AND THESE ARE THE ROUTES YOU TAKE
WHEN YOU’VE GOT NO REASON TO BE LEFT OUT ALIVE
I’LL BE HERE OFFERING YOU YOUR BREAK, SAY IT AIN’T SO
I THOUGHT I SAW MY CITY LIGHTS FADE IN THE SHADOW OF YOUR NEW BLOCK OF FLATS
YOU WERE UP THERE, PLAYING THE HIGH LIFE, NOW DOWN HERE, PLAYIN’ WITH THE RATS
HEY JOE, WHERE ARE GOING WITH THAT P45 IN YOUR HAND?
SAY IT AIN’T SO, WOULDN’T WE LIKE TO KNOW, ALL THE SHIT THAT YOU HAD PLANNED
WHEN YOU’VE GOT NO REASON TO BE LEFT OUT ALIVE
AND THESE ARE THE ROUTES YOU TAKE
WHEN YOU’VE GOT NO REASON TO BE LEFT OUT ALIVE
I’LL BE HERE OFFERING YOU YOUR BREAK, SAY IT AIN’T SO
SAY IT AIN’T SO
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YOU TOLD MY GIRLFRIEND THAT YOU HATED MY SHOES
(OH, YOU THINK I’M SPECIAL, YOU SAY I’M SPECIAL)
YOU CALLED US OVER AND YOU SLURRED US YOUR BLUES
(OH, YOU THINK I’M SPECIAL, YOU SAY I’M SPECIAL)
PLAYED US YOUR TUNE BUT IT WAS MINE THAT YOU’D STOLEN
YOU SEEM DELUDED, YES YOU THINK I’M MARC BOLAN
I WOULD BE FLATTERED BUT YOU CREEP ME OUT
AND MY GIRLFRIEND’S SITTING THERE
SLIP OUT SLOWLY, PICK YOURSELF OFF THE FLOOR
AS YOU FALL BACK OFF YOUR CHAIR
(DON’T WASTE MY TIME)
YOU TOLD MY GIRLFRIEND THAT I’M WASTING MY TIME
(YOU THINK I’M SPECIAL, YOU SAY I’M SPECIAL)
YOU’RE FAR TOO GOOD FOR ME, I’M WAY OUT OF LINE
(YOU THINK I’M SPECIAL, YOU SAY I’M SPECIAL)
YOU STAGGER ROUND, WHY DON’T YOU GO TAKE A BREATHER
NOT GONNA FIGHT WITH YOU OR SLEEP WITH YOU EITHER
I WOULD BE FLATTERED BUT YOU’RE SERIOUSLY WEIRD
AND YOU’VE DROWNED YOURSELF IN BOOZE
I WOULD BE FLATTERED BUT THERE’S NO CHANCE OF THAT
WHEN YOU’RE HATING ON MY SHOES
DON’T WASTE MY TIME
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THE ILLITERATES APPROACH, A FEEDING FRENZY
DOOMSDAY DRAWS NEAR, IT MUST BE WEDNESDAY
IF LIFE IS BUT A JOKE, WHY IS MINE MIRTHLESS?
HIDE YOUR SATIRE AS DROSS AND IT’S RENDERED WORTHLESS
ANGELA, PAMELA, ANNABELLE TOO, WHY DID HE HAVE TO WRITE THAT SONG FOR YOU?
IT MAKES ME RETCH ON RADIO TWO, AS WE ALL SING ALONG...
IT’S GRIM UP NORTH, LET’S GO OUT TONIGHT, LEAVE YOUR COAT AT HOME AND I’LL HOLD YOU TIGHT
IT’S GRIM UP NORTH, WHY DON’T YOU COME ROUND, COLLECT YOUR MORALS FROM THE LOST AND FOUND
IT’S GRIM UP NORTH, LET’S PLAY THAT GAME, DRINK AWAY YOUR MONEY, WAKE UP THE SAME
IT’S GRIM UP NORTH, BUT NO MATTER THE END, WE GO OUT TONIGHT
YOU’RE THE KIND WHO CALLS THEMSELF “THE CRITICS’ DARLING”
BUT YOUR BARREL OF LAUGHS IS FULL OF CARLING
PLEASE DON’T HIDE FROM ME YOUR LACK OF EMPATHY
PLENTY MORE FISH IN YOUR SEA OF ABSURDITY
ANGELA, PAMELA, ANNABELLE TOO, I’VE WRITTEN ANOTHER ETUDE FOR YOU
SURF’S UP, ZOOT ALLURES, CAFÉ BLEU, THE SONG REMAINS BANAL...
IT’S GRIM UP NORTH, LET’S GO OUT TONIGHT, LEAVE YOUR COAT AT HOME AND I’LL HOLD YOU TIGHT
IT’S GRIM UP NORTH, WHY DON’T YOU COME ROUND, COLLECT YOUR MORALS FROM THE LOST AND FOUND
IT’S GRIM UP NORTH, LET’S PLAY THAT GAME, DRINK AWAY YOUR MONEY, WAKE UP THE SAME
IT’S GRIM UP NORTH, BUT NO MATTER THE END, WE GO OUT TONIGHT
YOU PURCHASED A BLUE PLAQUE FOR YOUR OWN BIRTHPLACE
HELMETS INVENTED JUST FOR YOUR FALL FROM GRACE
THE POST OFFICE IS CLOSED, NO DOLE FOR YOU, BABY
GEORGIA’S SHUT, BUT I’M GONNA SEND YOU BACK TO “MAYBE”
FRERE JACQUES, DORMEZ VOUS? THE SNOOKER’S ON, BBC TWO
OR IS THAT “SORRY I HAVEN’T A CLUE,” IT’S ALL WASTED TIME...
IT’S GRIM UP NORTH, LET’S GO OUT TONIGHT, LEAVE YOUR COAT AT HOME AND I’LL HOLD YOU TIGHT
IT’S GRIM UP NORTH, WHY DON’T YOU COME ROUND, COLLECT YOUR MORALS FROM THE LOST AND FOUND
IT’S GRIM UP NORTH, LET’S PLAY THAT GAME, DRINK AWAY YOUR MONEY, WAKE UP THE SAME
IT’S GRIM UP NORTH, BUT NO MATTER THE END, WE GO OUT TONIGHT
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WHEN YOU SMASHED INTO MY WORLD, LIKE AN ASHTRAY ON MY HEAD
SAW THE LIGHTS, I SAW THE STARS, BUT MAYBE THAT WAS JUST CONCUSSION
KNOCKED ME SENSELESS, KNOCKED ME OUT, COULDN’T SEE THE ROAD AHEAD
WHAT WOULD I HAVE TO BE FOR YOU TO LEAVE? SIX FOOT TEN AND SPEAKING RUSSIAN?
EVERYTHING THAT I’D SAY OR DO, YOU’D CALL ME OUT, ME OUT
HERE COMES THE STRANGER, GET OUT OF MY WORLD, OR AT LEAST HELP ME OUT
THINK I’M IN DANGER, MY HEAD’S IN A WHIRL, THAT IT’S YOU I HAVE NO DOUBT
WHEN YOU PLUNGED INTO MY LIFE, LIKE A KNIFE INTO MY BACK
DRAINED THE FIGHT RIGHT OUT OF ME, I DANGLED LIFELESS FROM YOUR STRINGS
CUT ME DOWN, CUT ME UP, NO LIGHT OR SOUND IT ALL WENT BLACK
WHAT WOULD IT TAKE TO FINALLY MAKE YOU STOP? TO SET ME FREE AND OTHER THINGS
EVERYTHING THAT I’D SAY OR DO, YOU’D CALL ME OUT, ME OUT
HERE COMES THE STRANGER, GET OUT OF MY WORLD, OR AT LEAST HELP ME OUT
THINK I’M IN DANGER, MY HEAD’S IN A WHIRL, THAT IT’S YOU I HAVE NO DOUBT
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LIVES IN A WORLD DOWN BY THE STREET, CARRY ON
TIPS YOU A WINK AND TAPS HIS FEET, THEN HE’S GONE
KENNY, TELL ME, TWO SPARES FOR ‘THE DANCE?
UNKNOWN AT HOME, TOO BIG IN JAPAN
WELL HE COMES AND HE GOES, WHERE HE’S FROM NO-ONE KNOWS
HE’S A GOD I SUPPOSE, ROCKING UP IN HIS TRANSIT VAN
FRONT ROW SEAT, TWICE AS NICE, MEET THE BAND, NAME YOUR PRICE
HE’S NO SUSPECT DEVICE, HE’S JUST KENNY THE TICKET MAN
I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ‘BOUT KENNY THE TICKET MAN
THE UNCERTAINTY’S TOO MUCH FOR ME, ABOUT YA
I’D TRIM YOUR FRINGE AND CALL YOU CLEOPATRA
KENNY, TELL ME, WHAT’S YOUR POINT OF VIEW?
PINT ON THURSDAY, PIE AND CHIPS FOR TWO
WELL HE COMES AND HE GOES, WHERE HE’S FROM NO-ONE KNOWS
HE’S A GOD I SUPPOSE, ROCKING UP IN HIS TRANSIT VAN
MEET YOU OUTSIDE THE GATE, SNEAK YOU IN FIFTEEN LATE,
GOT A SPARE FOR YOUR MATE, YEAH HE’S KENNY THE TICKET MAN
I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ‘BOUT KENNY THE TICKET MAN
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YOU’VE SAID IT NOW, I’M GONNA CRACK
TOOK A WRONG TURN NOW THERE’S NO WAY BACK
HURT SO BAD, I JUST CAN’T BREATHE
WHAT YOU’VE DONE TO ME I CAN’T BELIEVE
DROWNING IN SHALLOW WATER
CAN’T BELIEVE I WENT AND CAUGHT YER
DROWNING IN SHALLOW WATER OVER YOU
WELL, WHO’D HAVE THOUGHT, EH
ALL MEANING’S LOST, I’M BLACKING OUT
TRAPDOOR’S CLOSING, I CAN’T SCREAM OR SHOUT
YOU STARE AT ME, REPEAT MY NAME
OPAQUE, OBLIVIOUS AND CASTING BLAME
DROWNING IN SHALLOW WATER
CAN’T BELIEVE I WENT AND CAUGHT YER
DROWNING IN SHALLOW WATER OVER YOU
WELL, WHO’D HAVE THOUGHT, EH
THE WATER’S COOL, AND IT TAKES ME WHEREVER IT GOES
AH I KNOW SOMEDAY I’LL FEEL BETTER BUT WHEN I DON’T KNOW
THE WINDS HAVE BLOWN, ACROSS YOUR FACE
TIME GLAZES OVER EVERY TRACE
AND I DON’T CARE THAT YOU HURT ME
THINGS ARE DIFFERENT NOW I’M GLAD I’M FREE
DROWNING IN SHALLOW WATER
CAN’T BELIEVE I FELL RIGHT FOR YER
DROWNING IN SHALLOW WATER OVER YOU
WELL, NO MORE, EH
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RED EYES ABALZE AND HAIR ASTREWN, NO HUMOUR LEFT IN THIS CARTOON
SILENT SCREAMING, MOUTH ON FIRE, LIPS OF BRASS, A FUNERAL PYRE
CONFESSIONS OF AN EMPTY MIND, FIRE’S GONE, A VOID BEHIND
HE COULDN’T CARE, SHE CANNOT STAY, IN THIS CHARADE FOR ONE MORE DAY
THIS IS ALL OVER NOW, I STILL CAN’T STAND IT SOMEHOW
A BATTLEGROUND, A PUBLIC WAR, FACING OFF AT THEIR FRONT DOOR
A NERVOUS LAUGH, A CHOKING COUGH, PLEASE STOP THIS RIDE AND LET ME OFF
A FLEETING GLANCE, AN EVIL GRIN, THE RESIGNATION SETTING IN
HOWEVER DID IT GET TO THIS, IMPLODING INTO THIS ABYSS?
THIS IS ALL OVER NOW, I STILL CAN’T STAND IT SOMEHOW
TALKING SOUNDS CHEAP NOW WE’RE HERE, AND YET WE SHED NOT ONE TEAR
WHEN YOU TURN OUT THE LIGHTS ALONE
WILL IT RUN THROUGH YOUR MIND, IT’S TOO TOUGH ON YOUR OWN
AND IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT, WILL YOU CALL MY NAME
WILL YOU CRY WHEN YOUR FRIENDS, SAY IT’S SUCH A SHAME
FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS, MODERN MARRIAGE
PICK YOURSELF UP FROM THE WRECKAGE
TRY TO SHED YOUR EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE, ALONE
HE STUMBLES IN, SHE CUFFS HIS HEAD, NO CURSE OR INSULT LEFT UNSAID
THE DOOR IS SLAMMED, THE MIRROR SHAKES, A RESOLUTION THEN, THERE BREAKS
THE NEIGHBOURS TIPTOE BACK INSIDE, THEIR FRONT ROW SEAT FOR NOW DENIED
THE STORM BLOWS OVER FOR TODAY, THE ENTERTAINMENT LOCKED AWAY
THIS IS ALL OVER NOW, I STILL CAN’T STAND IT SOMEHOW
TALKING SOUNDS CHEAP NOW WE’RE HERE, AND YET WE SHED NOT ONE TEAR
WHEN YOU TURN OUT THE LIGHTS ALONE
WILL IT RUN THROUGH YOUR MIND, IT’S TOO TOUGH ON YOUR OWN
AND IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT, WILL YOU CALL MY NAME
WILL YOU CRY WHEN YOUR FRIENDS, SAY IT’S SUCH A SHAME
FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS, MODERN MARRIAGE
PICK YOURSELF UP FROM THE WRECKAGE
TRY TO SHED YOUR EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE, ALONE
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Fact of the Day
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SINCE I FIRST SET EYES ON YOU, LADY
YOUR FRUIT AND VEG, THEY DRIVE ME CRAZY
ONLY ONE THING I WANNA DO TO YOU, BABY
I WANNA EAT YOUR STEWED PRUNES, BABY
I DON’T NEED NO KNIFE AND FORK
I GOT MY TONGUE, IT DO THE TALK
RIGHT TO THE BOTTOM OF YOUR TIN
AH LET ME SAY IT ONCE AGAIN
I WANNA EAT YOUR STEWED PRUNES, BABY
I WANNA HIT YOU WITH MY TUNES, BABY
COME DANCE THE PINEAPPLE WITH ME
AND I’LL EAT YOUR PRUNES UP, ONE TWO THREE
SOME GUYS LIKE PEACHES, SOME LIKE CREAM
BUT FOR ME THOSE PRUNES, THEY ARE THE DREAM
DON’T WANNA DRINK FROM YOUR LOVING CUPPA
JUST EAT YOUR PRUNES UP FOR MY SUPPER
YOUR SEX AND DRUGS AND SAUSAGE ROLLS
THEY LEAVIN’ ME A-RATHER COLD
I’M IN YOUR PANTRY, LAUDY MAMA
BUT YOU BETTER HAVE PRUNES, OR I WON’T BOTHER
I WANNA EAT YOUR STEWED PRUNES, BABY
I WANNA HIT YOU WITH MY TUNES, BABY
COME DANCE THE PINEAPPLE WITH ME
AND I’LL EAT YOUR PRUNES UP, ONE TWO THREE
I WANNA EAT YOUR STEWED PRUNES, BABY
I WANNA HIT YOU WITH MY TUNES, BABY
DON’T KEEP THEM UNDER LOCK AND KEY
COME SHARE YOUR PRUNES WITH LITTLE ME
YOU GOOD LOOKIN’ BABY, THAT I SEE
BUT ALL OF THAT DOES NOWT FOR ME
I DON’T WANT YOU, STOP HANGING ROUND MY DOOR
BUT GIVE ME THOSE PRUNES TIL I CAN EAT NO MORE
I WANNA EAT YOUR STEWED PRUNES, BABY
I WANNA HIT YOU WITH MY TUNES, BABY
COME DANCE THE PINEAPPLE WITH ME
AND I’LL EAT YOUR PRUNES UP, ONE TWO THREE
I WANNA EAT YOUR STEWED PRUNES, BABY
I WANNA HIT YOU WITH MY TUNES, BABY
C’MON BABY, HEED MY HUNCH
THAT YOU’VE GOT PRUNES, COS I NEED LUNCH
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Modern Marriage Liverpool, UK
Modern Marriage are a 3 piece rock band from Liverpool/Wirral.
Formed in 2021, we recently played a
sold out gig at Liverpool's famous Cavern Club supporting Alan McGee on his spoken word tour, and two other gigs at Jimmy's and The Zanzibar in Liverpool. All shows were hugely successful and we have already gained a loyal following.
Please contact David on 07841975601 for business enquiries.
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