The Psychøtic Reactiøn

Wake up on a brand new day,
Take a brand new way,
Have a brand new say,
But will you see my way this time?
This time,Come with me to the Roman stones,
So cold and old,
Walk with our soles on the Roman stones,
Crumble in my grasp,
Where are they now, you ask?
Food stuff for the ferns,
Fossilised stools of the worms,

So don’t look down just kiss me now,
Before it gets too late,
It’s our duty to procreate,
Before we run out of time,
Love is what we’ll leave behind,

Lost in the cutting almost up to your waist,
Almost vanished for good but I can still trace,
I can hear them still I can smell it in the air,
Call from beyond the grave,
And what do you think they say?
Do not waste your hours in the day,

Before good sense stops you in your tracks,
If you stop yourself, you’ll only look back and wonder,
And pretty soon we’ll be six-feet under,
Stuck to students trowels, shut in museums bowels,

So don’t look down just take my hand,
Before you can change your mind,
Before we run out of time,
Before our inhibitions bite,
Before the dying of the light.

Williams, 2002. Another song intended for the next album, which we have occasionally played live.

Cover me, keep me warm,
Cover me, away from the storm,
Sit alone, cold inside,
Wait for something, to change my mind,No way home, no way home,
I can’t see through the trees,
I can’t see in front of me,
No way home, no way home,

Always so close, but I couldn’t reach,
Always wanted to say, but I couldn’t speak,
Remember me, when you go away,
Cover me, come back and stay,

No way home, no way home,
I can’t see through the trees,
I can’t see in front of me,
No way home, no way home.

Williams, 1997. Unreleased song from our early repertoire. I play it if I’m feeling really, really, really miserable.

Now I never meant to be rude,
Display this less than Christian attitude,
But I should have murdered you,
When I had the chance,I don’t think I like your band,
I don’t like it’s “philosophy”,
Do you get some kind of weird pleasure,
Reading patronising poems to me?
Your lyrics break my heart,
You patronising tart,
So go and play your supercilious songs,
Have the shit-heads all sing along,

I should have murdered you,
I should have strangled you in your sleep,
I should have murdered you,
Then stole your watch and sold your gold teeth,
I should have murdered you,
I should’ve dropped the toaster in your bath,
I should have murdered you,
I could have had the final laugh,

Oh, he’s such a serious artist,
One day he’ll be every month in Guitarist,
You knock me down just to build yourself up,
The way you act it makes me want to throw up,
Yeah, I know it’s all your song,
You’re always right and I’m always wrong,

So I’m just a monkey to your monolith,
For all you care I don’t exist,
Are you some kind of social Darwinist?
Only happy having your arse kissed?
Oh, I should have murdered you,
when I had the chance.

Williams/Croft 2002. Yet to be released or recorded. Who can it be about?

Love isn’t the answer,
Love won’t mend your heart,
Love isn’t the answer,
But it’s a start,Withering flowers in ivory towers,
Sleep in a bed filled with thorns,
Yes I know full well what you are trying to say,
But I only hear what I want to hear,
Lie and indulge idle curiosity,
Still I feel the lingering charge,
Embers still possess the potential to burn,
Instead we adhere to the law,
Of diminishing returns,

Love isn’t the answer,
Love isn’t enough,
Love isn’t the answer,
And that’s just tough,

The love that we made only serves to abrade,
My memory continues to fade,
Remind me why I’m here,
All we had was now and now is no more,
We mutually abhor where we mutually adored,
Every action corrodes and every sentence erodes,
Where did it go right and where did it go wrong?
I don’t know,

Love isn’t the answer,
Love won’t mend your heart,
Love isn’t the answer,
But it’s a start,

Williams, 2002. My epic ballad. One for the next album.

I need to run from this smell,
I need to crawl out of this hell,
This sad small town is like a trap,
I’m not going to be the one that snaps,
Close your ears, don’t send to know,
‘Cause this time it’s for me the bell tolls,
I wanted to pull you from the dead ends,
pull you from the fists of your boyfriend,
But that was then,

You don’t care anyway,
so I’m on my way,
You don’t care anyway,

Wake up, face the world it’s in your head,
Wake up, time for work, it’s in your head,

Painkillers of innumerable kinds,
Spent all my money and they wasted my time,
Left me in pieces when my mind they blew,
Put back together some parts too few,
This indolence has made me weak,
I won’t toke and joke with all the sheep,
Away from the bland sights, go for the bright lights,
I know that you can make things right,
I can’t pretend I’m not the same,
when all these feelings still remain,
Revamp my brain,

You don’t care anyway,
So I’m on my way,
You don’t care anyway,

Wake up, face the world it’s in your head,
Wake up, time for work, it’s in your head,
And only you can change it.

Williams/Croft, 1997. A regular feature of the live set which is definitely going to be on the next album.

Say what you like, I’m not deceiving,
I saw it with my own two eyes,
Impossibles I don’t believe in,
Miracles I recognise,
When that girl walked down the street,
Grown men wailed and gnashed their teeth,
In her wake a trail of bedlam,
Weeds wilting in her heat,Explodes from the floor in a puff of smoke,
Give it up, you haven’t got a hope,
Before your eyes she levitates,
Her very gaze will enervate,

What do you mean you did not see?
Did no-on notice her but me?
Don’t you know the one I mean?

Worlds collide and buildings crumble,
Parameters blown open wide,
Cynics sigh and poets mumble,
Orators are left tongue-tied,
This is something more than skin-deep,
Elements hitherto undescribed,
The life force pours forth at her feet,
Supernova x-ray eyes,

She is everything you want but fear,
She’s too old, too young, too weird,
As soon as she’s here she’s disappeared,
Deity in DM boots,

What do you mean you did not see?
Did no-on notice her but me?
Don’t you know the one I mean?

I drift awake and she is nowhere,
She is nowhere to be seen,
Wherever she’s gone, I want to go there,
I retreat into my dreams,
Unobtainable, uncontainable,
What do you waste your ardour for?
Gone like a name carved in the sand,
On tomorrow morning’s shore.

Williams, 2002. A live favourite which has yet to be released.

Standing at the top of Duncan Down,
Before me I can see the whole of the town,
Stretch out to the sea,Standing at the top of Duncan Down,
There’s no escape from what’s troubling me now,
No not this time,

All I ever do is wander around and end up here,
All I ever do is stare at the ground,
Miss what’s in front of me,

I wonder if time’s standing still,
I’m running on a tread mill,
The world turns around again,
But here I still remain,

Malaise follows me,
Clings like a shadow,
I can’t shake it off.

Williams, 1997. One of our oldest songs, but as yet unused. Will probably be on the next album. Originally written as joke: “I bet you can’t write a stadium rock epic about Whitstable”. Who needs drum kits on mountains or guitar solos in the desert when you can have them on our very own lush, green Duncan Down (but mind that dog turd and burnt-out car! Too late!).

Fill in another form thick as a magazine,
Write another letter that no-one will ever read,
Or that is how it seems,
Do they only want numbers?
And is that all I will ever be?Disposable drone, consumable clone,
Am I wasting all my time?
I ask you when I already know the answer,

I bought these shades but they only made my eyes sore,
And I wore these boots until they rubbed my feet raw,
What am I doing now?
I don’t belong here anymore,
Did I ever?

How long before you realise?
You are barking up the wrong tree?
How long before you wake up,
and realise you have all the wrong dreams?

Is he really what you want,
To him you’re just another notch,
To people like him everything is easy,
They care for nothing and no-one,
But you are not one of them,
I can tell,
It takes one to know one,

When I say you can do so much better,
Yes that does mean me
And if that sounds conceited, so be it,
I’ve no more time for false modesty,
No, I am not mad, I am just like everybody else,
I don’t wanna be a gofer mama, I just want to be myself,
Whoever that is,

Because I bought these clothes and none of them would fit,
I ate and drank in the right places, it only made me sick,
Eighteen years in education and still I’m thick as shit,
I tried to play the game but I’m always the last,
The last to get picked,

How long before you realise?
You are barking up the wrong tree?
How long before you wake up,
And realise you have all the wrong dreams?

Williams, 2002. We’ve played this live a few time but we still haven’t got round to recording it properly. It will probably be included on the next album.

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