Neurotics Lyrics -Repercussions

  • This Fragile Life
  • Screaming
  • Sects
  • Fighting Times
  • Image of the front cover of 'Repercussions' featuring a woodcarved print of three old people sitting talking
  • The Mind of Valerie
  • Bored Policemen
  • Creatures From Another World
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    This Fragile Life.

    As winter gnaws through dampened walls
    I can see her sitting there on her own with the curtains drawn
    Huddled up but still feeling the cold
    She could sell her husband's medals
    to pay for some coal for the fire
    but I know that she won't
    she'd rather have the memories
    of the arms that once held her, the lips that said he loved her
    and the laughter that cascaded
    down through those years
    when the world was gripped by fear

    Chorus:

    This fragile life really worries me
    This fragile life I know one day could be me and you

    Do you like to feel cold?

    This disgusting poverty is immoral and unnecessary
    There's little care for the old
    who broke their backs making somebody else wealthy
    Year after year it's always, always the same
    the throwing of crumbs to the hungry
    and the arms they just get stronger
    the list is getting longer
    and the only GOD that they'll ever know has an "L" after the "O"

    But she donít go outside anymore
    Thereís too many locks on her front door
    She'd love to go but what the hell for?

    As winter gnaws through dampened walls
    I can see her sitting there on her own
    with the curtains drawn huddled up but still feeling the cold
    She could sell her sons medals
    to pay for some coal for the fire but I know that she wont
    she'd rather have the memories
    of the arms that once held her
    the lips that said he loved her
    and the laughter and happiness that disappeared
    in that South Atlantic year.

    Chorus:

    (Copyright DREWETT 1985 Published by Logo Songs)

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    Screaming.

    Somewhere out in that god forsaken night
    time was running out for you
    and as I dropped exhausted into bed
    the global atmospherics carried news
    I'd been out to long
    too tired to turn the radio on
    all I wanted was sleep......
    Now listen, I'm not one for worshipping the past
    it's deceitful and plays tricks apon the mind
    but to ignore it would be just as bad
    as pretending you've no nose between your eyes:
    I awoke to the phone
    "Good start to the day" I moaned as I got out of bed
    I stood in the freezing cold
    listening to your solemn tone
    as you told me he was dead.

    Chorus:

    I felt like screaming, I felt like losing control
    Adrenaline shot from my head to my toes
    I had a feeling as the tears poured out
    a tingling sensation crept over my scalp.

    I read the newspapers, those bastions of lies
    and wondered how much of it was true
    'cos in the past they seemed to take delight
    in writing loads of rubbish about you
    soon they'll advertise shoddy products and merchandise
    the final fortunes of fame
    IMAGINE you've no privacy throughout your waking life
    every careless word and rash remark held up towards the light
    every movement, every posture, every smile and every turn
    is documented carefully for the world.
    Whilst in the FBI a dossier has come to light
    It's existence is finally proved
    Watch the ones who spat in his face
    bend over backwards to say he was great
    They've turned the final screw.....

    Chorus:

    Screaming, screaming, screaming......

    How can you morn for a single man
    when thousands die every day
    Well.. a powerful voice for human rights
    has been stopped from having its say.

    (Copyright DREWETT 1985 Published by Logo Songs)

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    Sects.

    No more visions in hotel rooms
    I just cannot take any more
    There's enough weirdoes already in this world
    without you knocking on my door

    Chorus:

    Well I'm sick to the teeth, I'm sick to death
    of fanatical sects, fanatical sects, fanatical sects.....

    and there's no god, no saviour, no miracle five year plan
    just another doorstep salesman causing my chips to
    burn in the pan
    yes, they've burnt in the pan
    and that's why, I don't wanna talk to you

    You say there's only one god almighty
    and I ought to come in from the cold
    but you're disciples of hypocrisy
    because there's more than one prophet/profit involved

    Chorus:

    I have come to the conclusion
    if you refuse blood transfusions
    then you're certainly insane
    to cause such suffering and pain
    in the name of God....
    condemn to death that person in that bed
    and there's no God, no saviour, no miracle five year plan
    just another doorstep salesman with the whole wide world in his hands
    He's got the whole world in his hands
    He's got the whole world in his hands
    and that's why I don't wanna talk to you

    And my mother's needing a hip replacement
    but she'll have to wait a couple of years
    While money still pours into religious wars
    the church is up in arms about Channel Four
    and the only way to God is through the
    floor of your hall...
    When death, knocks at your door
    you wont go to bloody church any more
    and that's why, I don't wanna talk to you.
    Knock, knock who's there?

    Fanatical sects.

    (Copyright DREWETT 1985 Published by LOGO SONGS).

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    Fighting Times.

    How will the ruling classes keep one jump ahead of you?
    It is quite simple education cuts will do
    They realise that knowledge is power
    and power creates money which you can buy yourself a decent education or two.

    Chorus:

    I've seen your future
    I've seen your future
    a generation with nothing left to lose
    Why are you so quiet
    when these are fighting times?

    I don't wanna be a rich man, I don't wanna win the pools
    I want wealth for all like health care jobs and schools
    Unemployment has a devastating effect
    rob someone of their right to work
    and you know, they feel they have nothing left

    Chorus:

    Disagree and you're extremist and that worries me
    Stretch a term too far and in the end what does it mean?
    Ask no questions and you'll still get lies
    and they will fill your head
    Your silence can be misconstrued
    as a vote of confidence...
    Just listen to them .....
    "We're sorry you're so poor - hey,better luck next time"

    In this country fit for heroes, In the air I love to breathe
    is the stinking smell of fascism and it's suffocating me
    White South Africa retains its colonial ways
    'cos its greed creates the scum that rules a land
    and imprisons it's people as slaves.

    Chorus:

    Fighting times
    Fighting times
    Fighting times
    Frightening times.

    (Copyright DREWETT 1985 Published by Logo Songs)

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    The Mind of Valerie.

    Well her tongue's so sharp I swear it cut me in two
    But on the other hand
    When I lay in her arms she has the power to comfort and soothe
    And I realise

    Chorus:

    Striking has been hard, on the family
    And worry's never far, from the mind of Valerie
    Now listen, here we go, we're rowing again

    Well, the kids need shoes so once again we'll have to go without meat
    But that is nothing new
    And our holiday money we saved, will soon deplete
    Don't you realise?

    Chorus

    Valerie: The strain's on us both
    Valerie: But she still gives me strength
    Valerie: Sometimes I jump down her throat
    Valerie: But I understand, the faith I know she has in me
    Is the faith that leads to victory

    Well the kids want everything they see on T.V
    Well, you know what they're like
    But it's hard to explain that money don't grow on trees
    Well at least not on mine

    Chorus

    (Copyright DREWETT 1985
    Published by LOGO SONGS)

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    Bored Policemen

    It's two o'clock in the morning
    I am tired and I'm depressed
    I've had so little sleep this week
    I could really do with some rest
    Just as I wonder how far I've got to go
    A car draws up beside me oh so slow

    Chorus:

    Yes it's, Bored Policemen and they won't leave me alone
    Time ticks away for them so slow
    Bored Policemen won't let me go home, you know what I mean!

    They ask you stupid questions
    That demands only stupid replies
    Some of them are truthful
    But a lot of them are lies
    It's best to be polite and don't cause a fuss
    Or you may end up being done on suss because...

    Bored Policemen, oh they ain't easily amused
    They don't need to be abused
    Bored Policemen will use any excuse, you know what I mean!

    Live, live and let live, but you won't let me live this way
    I said live, live and let live, but you won't let me live this way
    You won't let me live this way
    But don't you know

    I realise you've got nothing to do
    And I am just a source of amusement to you
    You sit there and waste my time
    While someone, somewhere is committing a serious crime
    Why don't you let me go home?
    Why don't you let me go home? (2)

    It's three o'clock in the morning
    I am tired, I could do with some rest
    I've been stopped so many times this week
    I'm beginning to feel just a little depressed
    Just as I turn the last corner for home
    A car pulls up beside me oh so slow, yes it's

    More Policemen. And they won't let me go home
    time for them ticks away so slow
    Bored Policemen wont let me go home

    I just wanna go home
    Why don't you let me go home (2)

    (Copyright DREWETT Published by KRISTANNER MUSIC LTD 1985).

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    Creatures From Another World.

    Well, look out, 'cos here it comes
    The age of ignorance has returned
    Well, look out, look out, look out, 'cos here it comes
    People throughout this land are binding their own hands

    Meanwhile, troops and snow are sweeping the streets
    One will kill and the other will freeze
    Polish people in trouble again -
    Ask them what trade unions mean to them

    'cos here it comes - the age of Aquarius has drowned
    Well, look out, look out, look out, 'cos here it comes
    From the Third World profits came - grown from meager foreign aid

    Meanwhile, death once again transverses the plain
    Poverty, starvation, are reigning again
    In another drought filled Ethiopian day
    The Smell of misery never goes away

    Chorus:

    We might as well be, creatures from another world
    Despite education and communication to the average man
    When all's said and done, you know
    They may as well be, creatures from another world
    We're inward-looking, outward-hating, sideways-glancing
    And oh...

    Well, Brian is a scouser and a fitter by trade
    His family and home have been attacked once again
    The Police show little interest 'cos as they understand
    Brian's family comes from Pakistan

    Chorus:

    - and backward thinking now
    ` We've got to, got to, got to change - we can't live this way (2)
    Well don't look at me - I'm just making money
    What the hell is wrong with that I don't know

    (Copyright DREWETT Published by LOGO SONGS 1985).

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