The Psychøtic Reactiøn

Have you seen, what’s under the stairs?
Have you seen? There’s something alive there,
I’ve heard it breathing, I think It’s been watching me,
I sense it seething, I think it’s getting hungry,When I’m in bed I’m too scared to breathe,
It’s under the bed I think that It’s after me,
I told my daddy, he says it’s not really there,
I threw a paddy, cause I know what’s under the stairs,

Now I must be good and stay fast asleep,
But it wears a hood and round my bed it creeps,
I feel it’s eyes it wants to take my soul,
Pull up the sheets, stay safe ’til the cock crows,

Mother showed me what was under the stairs,
Just some boxes and a dusty old deck chair,
She doesn’t realise it’s always on the move,
It’s in the ottoman and teddy’s seen it too,

I can feel it’s teeth against the back of my head,
I turn around and it’s with me in my bed,
It’s eyes are fire it wants to take me away,
Run and hide until the break of day,

Now I must be good and stay fast asleep,
But it wears a hood and round my bed it creeps,
I feel it’s eyes it wants to take my soul,
Pull up the sheets, stay safe ’til the cock crows.

Williams, 1996. This song was first released on the CD An Introduction To The Psychotic Reaction (2002). A completely new version appeared on Rumble (2004).

And after all is said and done,
Now the storm has been and gone,
Now the rain has stopped and water shimmers on the ground,
Now the clouds they part and glowing sky and warmth abound,
Don’t shut me out, don’t cut me dead,
Forget the rash things we might have said,
I strain my arms to reach you now,
Cast off your burden,Put your weight on me,
Carry you through the night,
Follow His brightest light,
Cast your burden on me,

When tomorrow’s come and gone,
When our best laid plans are done,
It will still be here,
Constant burning on and on,
Cast off your burden,

Put your weight on me,
Carry you through the night,
Follow His brightest light,
Cast your burden on me.

Williams, 1999. Sex, death and religion. I couldn’t quite fit in war or drugs.

I’ve got bad taste!Head to the west, thirty miles from Herne Bay,
Curves into the distance, the broad majestic Medway,
A rare delight in this part of the world,
That can be found attached to a certain kind of girl,
For a kind of pollution, severe in these parts,
He has a degree of devotion, that borders on art,

I have found just what I’m looking for,
Rough and tumble on the banks of the Medway,
Superior variety to Thanet or Shepway,
They make you itch, but it’s all part of the fun,
I have found just what I’m looking for,
Rough and tumble on the banks of the Medway,
Superior variety to Thanet or Shepway,
Occupational hazard when catching a live one,

And I’ve got bad taste,

The chamber of horrors is open tonight,
Come on inside, the feeding frenzy’s in full-flight,
Hunting in packs, bottled beer in hand,
Act out the rituals, replayed across the land,
The crab connoisseur bides his time at the bar,
He’s been here before, can’t you tell by the scars?

I have found just what I’m looking for,
Rough and tumble on the banks of the Medway,
Superior variety to Thanet or Shepway,
They make you itch, but it’s all part of the fun,
I have found just what I’m looking for,
Rough and tumble on the banks of the Medway,
Superior variety to Thanet or Shepway,
Occupational hazard when catching a live one.

Williams, 2001. A live acoustic version was released on the CD An Introduction To The Psychotic Reaction (2002). The definitive band recording features on Rumble (2004).

Lie awake and stare at the ceiling,
I wonder what might be next,
I await the return of the of that feeling,
I wonder if I might be hexed,

What if I die here?
What if I die here?
What if I die here?
All alone,

When I’m not,
Ready yet,
This is not my time,
No, not yet,

Here it is another unexplained twinge,
A will o’ the wisp under my skin,
Write it down in case I die in my sleep,
Write it down for my next of kin,

What if I die here?
What if I die here?
What if I die here?
This can’t go on,

No more doctors, no more pills,
Purge my self of my own ills,
No more doctors, no more pills,
End these things before they kill,

‘Cause I’m not,
Ready yet,
This is not my time,
No, not yet,
I can’t stay this way any more,
Not any more.

Williams, 1999. Released on CD Rumble (2004). A possibly apocryphal tale of hypochondria.

It’s a small town,
And you know that you should go,
It’s a small town,
What more do you need to know,
To make your decision?

Your ideas are in endless revision,
Waiting for the right conditions,
How much longer will you stall?
Are you too comfortable to heed the call?
It’s taken longer than expected,
I will be the first to admit,
My master plan is not yet perfected,
But I’m not yet willing to submit,

Despite this place sapping my soul,
Like iron filings on a magnet,
This town is like a tar-pit,
If you let it it will swallow you whole,

It’s a small town,
And you know that you must go,
It’s a small town,
But you stay here even though,
You’re going insane,

Would you even remember my name?
Would you give me the time of day?
Would you remember that time,
By the disused railway line?
When I thought that I read your mind,
And I knew that you read mine,

Familiarity breeds contempt,
And all those plans got spent,
Now I’m living just to pay the rent,
And festering in Kent,

It’s a small town,
And you know that you should go,
It’s a small town,
What more do you need to know,

Small town, drag you down,
Grind-you-in-the-ground town,
Small town, drag you down,
Grind-you-in-the-ground town,
It’s a small town,
It’s a small town.

Williams, 2003. Released on CD Rumble (2004). This was a last minute addition to the album, and has become the closest thing we have to a hit (so far). It’s also featured on the compilation God Is In The CD

My life has ground to a halt,
Everything seems to prove it’s my fault,
The hand of fate continues to screw me,
Familiar faces seem to look right through me,
I don’t know if it will ever end,
I don’t know if I can, ever mend,I’m left clinging to an ES-40,
I’m buried in a six-foot bore hole,
I’m clinging to an ES-40,
I’m left behind and I don’t know why,

People pass me in designer clothes,
Shame they can’t buy themselves designer souls,
I’m cast adrift upon the Dead Sea,
My brain is sucked dry by daytime TV,
My lucky friends only pass me by,
My unlucky friends sell all they’ve got, just to buy,

I’m left clinging to an ES-40,
I’m buried in a six-foot bore hole,
I’m clinging to an ES-40,
I’m left behind and I don’t know why,

Sit inside, listen to the strip light,
Staring out into insoluble night,
I scanned the rows I looked in all the papers,
Looks like failure is all I’m made for,
In the kitchen drunk sick and washed up,
What kind of problems will tomorrow throw up?
I can’t tell if it will ever change,
All my goals are right out of range.

Williams, 1997. Released on CD Rumble (2004).

As long as you’re in my cocoon,
You’re perfect,
You’re anything I want you to be,
Untouched by human hand,
Unpolluted,
You’re everything,
Everything I want you to be,Separate from the world outside,
My imagination runs wild,
No-one else can find you,
You must not be defined,
It’s better if I keep it to myself,
That way no-one gets hurt,
That way no-one gets hurt,

As long as you’re in my cocoon,
I can name you anything,
Your wit and wisdom are limitless,
The few words I’ve heard you say,
Sound like poetry to me,
“£3.80 please”,
Unique to you and me,

Separate from the world outside,
My imagination runs wild,
No-one else must find you,
You must not be defiled,
It’s better if I keep it to myself,
That way no-one gets hurt,
That way no-one gets hurt,

When I saw you in another context,
It was such a surprise,
To find you exist outside of my mind,
But I want to keep you in the cocoon,
Wrapped in cotton wool,
Where they cannot hurt you,
Keep you in an aseptic world,

Put you on a pedestal,
From where you mustn’t ever fall,
Keep you in a cushioned cage,
Believe me it’s safer that way,
Believe me it’s safer that way,
Safer that way,

Williams, 2001. First released on CD An Introduction To The Psychotic Reaction. A new improved version features on Rumble (2000), along with an alternate version as the hidden track.

Each time I cried,
It was just the devil inside,
Trying to hold me down and hold me back,
Shake him off, I must not be stopped,
From doing what I know, to be right,
Waste no more time, do it tonight,I’d run from the woods,
Run as fast and hard, as I could,
When it was snarling at my heels,
My lungs were fit to burst,
I would pray that I would reach home first,
But I never ever stopped to see if it was real,

When I cried it was for nothing,
So I don’t cry anymore,
I won’t cry anymore,
I cannot cry anymore.

Croft/Williams, 2002. Released on CD Rumble (2004).

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