1. |
Summer Got Angry
03:23
|
|||
|
It’s a hot summer’s day
As I walk in Queen’s Road
All the fruit in the shops looks
Like my own poor skin
And the men in the shorts have
Even shorter tempers
As a tongue leads a dog to a
Puddle of orange ice
Summer got angry with you
Crash goes a gate and a
Pair of varicose legs
Push a dustbin along the fence
Sweating creosote tears
And the men in the shorts have
Even shorter tempers
As a tongue leads a dog to a
Puddle of orange ice
Summer got angry with you
Soon a woman in brown
Lifts the lid of the bin
And the dead man’s effects
They grin and they steam in the heat
Summer got angry with you
|
||||
2. |
Failed Inventor
02:27
|
|||
|
Built a love machine on Tuesday night
Couldn’t kick it in; couldn’t start it right
Electronic bits were shorting out – sparks were flying!
Well at least I tried; I’m a failed inventor
Got an amateur mind
Making all the breakthroughs
That money cannot find.
Thinking of a concept Thursday night
Join the hemispheres; artificial light
Power in negative; a tidal wave – Blow your mind!
Well at least I tried; I’m a failed inventor
Got an amateur mind
Making all the breakthroughs
That money cannot find.
Lying on my deathbed Sunday night
Scratch a mental itch, proving that I’m right
Try to telephone but forget how – I’m running out!
Well at least I tried; I’m a failed inventor
Got an amateur mind
Making all the breakthroughs
That money cannot find.
|
||||
3. |
Walking in my World
03:41
|
|||
|
Conversation’s so polite
You’re looking over my shoulder
Wearing black on top of white
You’re my monochrome nightmare
Sell yourself to those you meet
Don’t waste your time on a loser
People are commodities
And you are who you talk to
You had a party and you didn’t ask me
What do I care
Glad you didn’t ask me I was going elsewhere
Walking in my world
Maybe I lead a boring life
And I get pleasure from small things
You live and die minutiae
The gilded gossip of your kings
A thousand useful contacts
But none of them a friend
What you get is what you give
An opportunity wasted
You had a party and you didn’t ask me
What do I care
Glad you didn’t ask me I was going elsewhere
Walking in my world Yeah
You had a party and you didn’t ask me
What do I care
Glad you didn’t ask me I was going elsewhere
Walking in my world
In my world
|
||||
4. |
Good Boy Jacob
03:50
|
|||
|
She squeezed his hand till the flesh melts into one
Beams upon her podgy only son
Jacob always does as his mother says.
He insists on eating Eccles cake
While waiting for egg and chips
Mother smokes, purses lips
Glances nervously:
“Please don’t leave me.
I’d die if you went away tomorrow;
I feel you’re a part of me”
He-s not a lad for roaming with a gang
Or baiting girls with troubled eyes
Jacob only wants to eat
And mother will provide:
The café’s closing,
“That millionaire shortbread looks so fine;
I’ll eat it as quickly as I can.”
“Good boy Jacob, don’t ever leave.”
|
||||
5. |
Better
02:00
|
|||
|
Think of all the things you've done
All the battles lost and won
An uncomfortable rest in your Sunday best
Father's twisted; lonely son
And you know you could have done it better
And you know you could have done it better
Eat your words and drink your tea
You blame you and you blame me
From breakfast toast to midday roast
Knowing, choosing not to see
And you know you could have done it better
And you know you could have done it better
Looking back to look ahead is not to look at all
So taking stock of all the knocks
You're waiting for a fall
You're waiting for a fall
|
||||
6. |
A New Grandma
02:50
|
|||
|
I remember a plastic mac
Grandma made me wear and tied the rainmate on in spite of my protests.
You couldn’t argue with four foot ten
Of older generation wisdom
Post-war utility and common-sense.
And I know you can’t tell her
And I know you can’t tell him.
I’ll be with you when it goes.
I’ll be with you when it goes.
I remember your underwear,
Pink and wonderful that smelt like the rubber straps on our best chair.
Counting out in your dressing gown,
Eleven pills to make
Your heart, your bones, your head feel like a new Grandma.
And I know you can’t tell her
And I know you can’t tell him.
I’ll be with you when it goes.
I’ll be with you when it goes.
|
||||
7. |
Elephant Chains
04:27
|
|||
|
Holding hands with you and him
Playing elephant chains
Now I wring my hands in shame
At the thought of the game
When your family fades
Then your friends will stay near
Drinking beer with you and her
Playing tell truth or dare
When the bell rings grab your coat
This one’s going as well
When your family fades
Then your friends will stay near
When your friends disappear
Your job becomes your career
A thousand words an hour goes in
Smiling into the glare
Little bones begin to groan
Seize the joints in mid-air
When your family fades
Then your friends will stay near
When your friends disappear
Your job becomes your career
When your job is a strain
You get out of your brain
Soaring on an eagle ride
Colours mounting in waves
Paranoia by your side
As you crumble away
When your family fades
Then your friends will stay near
When your friends disappear
Your job becomes your career
When your job is a strain
You get out of your brain
When your brain starts to blow
Is there nowhere to go
|
||||
8. |
You're the Judge
02:37
|
|||
|
Look at the man
Ever so respectable
Look at the man
Pillar of society
Look at the man
Diamonds in his cufflinks
Look at the man
Eyes that meet your own eyes
Look at the man
Look at the man
Look at the girl
Down at heel and skinny
Look at the girl
Biting on her lip now
Look at the girl
Doesn't even understand
Look at the girl
Stammering and blushing
Look at the girl
Look at the girl
Look at the world
Time to make you mind up
Look at the world
Who is right and who is wrong
Look at the world
You're the judge and jury
Look at the world
Fit the faces to the crime
Look at the world
Look at the world
You're the judge
|
||||
9. |
Shed
02:28
|
|||
|
I was your girl
Winter and Spring
But now I’ve shed my skin and gone
You taught me things
Sometimes your words fall from my lips
I was your girl but nevermore
With time I realise what a fool I’ve been
I want a refund on my love
Culture and wine
Polish the sides
Any old bit of rough will start to shine
I didn’t crack
Each time your friends were rude to me
I know I don’t need friends like that
With time I realise what a fool I’ve been
I want a refund on my love
French magazines, passion on ice
People to serve, embarrassing me
Food that I’ll never understand
Subtitled films sepia slow
Plays that were dumb, but how would I know
Discussion that just went round and round
|
||||
10. |
Empty Vessels
02:47
|
|||
|
If I had a little car
I’d take you down the motorway
To the place you see as home
Though you’ve been gone a year or more
You think my town is insignificant
It hurts when you knock it down
And if I had a brain like yours
I wouldn’t kill it with alcohol
It’s a waste and the days slip by
You haven’t made your mark on the world
You think your privilege is nice
You’re living sacrilege not sacrifice
Hoof it to your friends
Prove it to your friends
London needs you now
London’s got its thumb right down
And if I had a face like yours
I’d work on being humble
Every day you frown and scowl
Those little lines are here to stay
Empty vessels make the most noise
And boys will be boys will be boys
|
||||
11. |
Leopard
02:08
|
|||
|
Prowling around like secret silent clockwork
The leopard’s determined to hit tonight
Body and brain are now as one
The hell of the chase has begun
Flying sleek and proud
Hunger with no sound
Just one taste of you
And I’m falling down
Those are the pearls that pierce across a crowded room
Scaring the prey with bare-faced eyes
Body and brain are now as one
The hell of the chase has begun
I have seen your power and barbarity
Just one drop of blood
Paralyses me
The lamb and the leopard went out to sea
And only the leopard came back
Tearing away from the scene of the crime
The leopard denies the attack
The attack
|
||||
12. |
Kitchen Sink Drama
03:32
|
|||
|
Television is suckling him
Eats in silence; no taste goes in
She’s a little gem
He once said
Marry me
And I’ll give you love
Marry me
I’m devoted to you
Marry me
We’ll spend all our lives
Crash goes cutlery; taps blast out
Chimes of ovenware; saucepans shout
At the kitchen sink
Protest calls
Saline drips on a hardened lip
Tactics change a relationship
Poltergeist the man
Drive away
Honeybabe what’s wrong with you
Honeybabe I can’t stand your moods
Honeybabe where did we go wrong
Driving monsters right out of town
Grab a nightshift of pots and pans
Let the din begin
Noise is all
Noise is all
Noise is all
Noise is all
|
||||
13. |
No Flowers
04:51
|
|||
|
The garden is singing to itself;
Geraniums and red brick
Petunias and love in the mist.
You planted seeds that didn’t grow
Until it was too late
Now you’ll never know my sorrow
No flowers
No flowers
No flowers
No flowers
Your house is empty in a way,
Strangers call it home
But the flowers are drenched with your name
These days I say goodbye to friends
I tell them that I need them
And hope that I won’t lose one again
No flowers
No flowers
No flowers
No flowers
|
||||
14. |
Speak Again
03:59
|
|||
|
I have compromised what I see
Ever so slowly I’ve started to creep
I have cut my clothes accordingly
But when it mattered I said nothing
It’s not right it’s not right
Scream the children in my head
It’s not right, it’s not right
Spilling over from my dreams
It’s not right, it’s not right
Such a complicated thing
When it mattered I said nothing
When the soldiers broke through my door
All of my principles flung on the floor
Guess I’m not as strong as I’m drawn
But when it mattered I said nothing
It’s not right it’s not right
Scream the children in my head
It’s not right, it’s not right
Spilling over from my dreams
It’s not right, it’s not right
Such a complicated thing
When it mattered I said nothing
When I smile at you have no doubt
I’m not equipped to question your life
Your mind’s made up; you’re on the train
Can’t you hear me saying nothing
It’s not right it’s not right
Scream the children in my head
It’s not right, it’s not right
Spilling over from my dreams
It’s not right, it’s not right
Such a complicated thing
Can’t you hear me saying nothing
Can't you hear me saying
Can’t you hear me
Can’t you hear
Can’t you
Can’t
|
||||
15. |
What Makes You Cruel?
03:04
|
|||
|
Can you cut into the gristle and the blood
The word; the hurt; the dirt
A slice of tongue turning on serrated spit
Life drains on
When you talk
Hundreds of ears combust and die
A lie I try defy
A word is just naked noise
All dressed in thorns
Tears me down
Brains that boil
Over the corpses of the few
The good unsure of truth
What makes you cruel little man
What makes you cruel little man
What makes you cruel little man
I know you’re lost little man
|
||||
16. |
Northern Wonder
04:54
|
|||
|
Nothing’s happening,
Did you really think it would?
Enlightenment forevermore from grey stones and lichen,
Pilgrimage and homage with a paperback stuck in your pocket;
The tourist on the tombstone sighs and goes home.
Suicide sells to growing girls; glamour of a pasty face
And as you eat your last meal, do you think she’d be proud of you?
What did the writer mean by ‘treacle monuments’?
Is it something that the populace can build on?
Dictionaries and record sleeves and history from hearsay,
Aren’t you glad that you’re not one of these?
Another box set to graze the roof; come and collect these seedy scraps
And if you met, what would you say? “What did you mean by treacle monuments?”
When the judgement comes, bring all your coupons down,
Queues of the righteous ones will justify your fervor,
Bible belts and Maoist texts and prophets for the people
The answer’s always simple in the end.
They’re ringing because they need you at the meeting tonight, so don’t be late.
And don’t forget the weekend break, where you can learn to give yourself.
|
||||
17. |
Albert Stole My Heart
02:09
|
|||
|
Albert looks up
Lashes at the flies
I’m not relevant
To his ordered life
With his long black hair and his molten eyes
And his glorious hooves
Don’t be surprised, don’t be surprised, don’t be surprised
Albert stole my heart
Some people think
That those who are apart
Have nothing to say
But Albert stole my heart
With his long black hair and his molten eyes
And his glorious hooves
Don’t be surprised, don’t be surprised, don’t be surprised
Albert stole my heart
Don’t be surprised, don’t be surprised, don’t be surprised
Albert stole my heart
Every day
I think of him out there
Albert’s so cool
Oblivious to me
With his long black hair and his molten eyes
And his glorious hooves
Don’t be surprised, don’t be surprised, don’t be surprised
Albert stole my heart
|
||||
PO! Leicester, UK
Ruth Po! set up her own record company and writes incisive songs from an ordinary female perspective. Themes are often dark yet the tunes are singable, jangly and very English-sounding.First formed in 1987 with punk roots and an indie-pop style, PO! is not a typical band. After a Peel session and an NME single of the week, Ruth gave it all up 1999-2016 but the band are back with new songs! ... more
If you like PO!, you may also like:
You Might Be Happy Someday
by The Reds, Pinks & Purples
supported by 5 fans who also own “Not Marked on the Ordnance Map - 17 song album”
All the lyrics in this one hit a little too hard.. I'm grateful that it's here
go to album
supported by 5 fans who also own “Not Marked on the Ordnance Map - 17 song album”
This is music that softly, gently, melodically improves the atmosphere. I first heard Rachel via The Dolly Mixture. That music helped me find beauty while living in a rough childhood home. I later ran away, taking my Dolly Mixture cassette with me. Many decades on, life's difficult, the world is troubled, but Rachel's music once again adds an element of beauty. Her music is something to cherish. Cheers, Rachel.
go to album
The Stars Seemed Brighter
by Pale Lights
supported by 5 fans who also own “Not Marked on the Ordnance Map - 17 song album”
go to album
The In-Between
by Dolly Valentine
Beautiful ballads wreathed with mist, “The In-Between” boasts gentle melodies and rich Americana arrangements.
go to album
Swooning, futuristic pop studded with pristine synths, deep arrangements, and dreamy vocals.
go to album
Recorded on an iPhone, the four tracks on the new EP from Kiara NGL burst with both big feelings and gentle melodies.
go to album
Uncommon Weather
by The Reds, Pinks & Purples
supported by 5 fans who also own “Not Marked on the Ordnance Map - 17 song album”
Very difficult to choose a favourite track! An amazing band, amazing sound
go to album
