Choke

(heaton/rotheray)
This is my life and this is how it reads
For every chapter, a thousand memories
A murder, a mystery where everybody bleeds
A fantasy, a thriller with romance and disease

Diary entry 9th of may '62
We've had some ugly babies but none were quite like you
Diary entry '62 end of may
It looks as if the nose and chin are definitely here to stay
They're here to stay, they're here to stay

If my lips start smiling and my knees start a-knocking
I'm a failure
You are, you are
And if i seem half-hearted, it's because i'm broken hearted
And i'm a failure
You are, you are, you are (i am)
You are, you are, you are (i am)

This is my life and this is how it reads
A documentary that nobody believes
Albert steptoe in 'gone with the breeze'
Mother played by peter beardsley, father by john cleese

Diary entry '68 end of the year
A cardboard apollo 6 has given the all clear
11th december '68 captain's log
Proposed trip to mars is cancelled due to fog
It's due to fog, it's due to fog

If my lips start smiling and my knees start a-knocking
I'm a failure
You are, you are
And if i seem half-hearted, it's because i'm broken hearted
And i'm a failure
You are, you are, you are (i am)
You are, you are, you are (i am)

This is the play, it was i who wrote the script
Terry meets june in 'tales from the crypt'
It was going to be a film but the camera person slipped
They later found him scolding a banana

Diary entry 10th of april '89
The world is going mad but me i'm doing fine
I'm doing fine

Back to bed, back to reality
Just fine.

(heaton/rotheray)
You can't write a novel from a briefcase
You can write a poem from a trench
You can dream a dream from a to b
But you can't catch a bus from a bench

You don't back a horse called striding snail
You don't name your boat titanic ii
So why when i see your happy smiling face
Do i always end up singing little blue

Little blue, how do you do
Your smile looks like heaven
But your eyes hold a storm about to brew
Little blue
How can a flower so pretty
Be so laden down with dew
Little blue

How can a flower so pretty
Be so laden down with dew
Little blue

You can't build a brewery on a cemetery
You can build a pub on a church
And people fall quicker than buildings do
You have to decide what comes first

You don't call a plane the flying roman
'cause the romans always walked and never flew
So why when i see your happy smiling face
Do i always end up singing little blue

Little blue, how do you do
Your smile looks like heaven
But your eyes hold a storm about to brew
Little blue
How can a flower so pretty
Be so laden down with dew
Little blue

Well bukowski wrote a story from a barstool
And keats from the top of a hill
So i'm going to save my special song for you
From a grave where it's quiet and it's chill

'cause there's a queue of clouds assembled
On the horizon of your smile
When most think that you're holding back
I know you're holding bile

Little blue, how do you do
Your smile looks like heaven
But your eyes hold a storm about to brew
Little blue
How can a flower so pretty
Be so laden down with dew
Little blue

How can a flower so pretty
Be so laden down with dew
Little blue

(heaton/rotheray)
I should've kept my eyes shut
But i had to go and peep
But when you saw what i saw
Well, it's hard just to roll back to sleep

I would've kept my eyes shut
But i thought i heard you scream
And i've a penchant for violence
You don't seem to find in a dream

The scene a little clearer
My father with a rope
And in the cage, centre-stage
It's mother who's destined to choke

And she choke and we choke
On the words that we wish we'd not spoke
Just when you felt you had someone to trust
Out comes the man with the dagger and cloak

I should've read the novels
Believed every word
But the stories they wrote
Were so different to ones that i'd heard

I should've kept my eyes shut
My mouth should've closed
But the mixture of vomit and blood
Just crept up through my nose

It became a little clearer
As soon as i awoke
My father stands with rope in hand
A screaming mother kneels in hope

And she hope and we hope
That me words that she said won't provoke
A smile is removed and a petal is crushed
What once was a laugh has turned into a joke

You should've kept your mouth shut

(heaton/rotheray)
I'm walking through these pastures
I'm picking up sweet fruit
I'm shaking hands with people
That previously i'd shoot
But nothing will dissuade me
Nothing will dilute
I want to execute
I want to execute

And you tend to meet a lot of scum en route
It doesn't mean you've joined the other side
And because i still wear shorts and my smile is oh so cute
It doesn't mean i'll run away and hide

To a world where the leaders finally confess
(i think the answer's yes, i think the answer's yes)
To the burning of the stock exchange and bombing of the press
(i think the answer's yes, i think the answer's yes)

I think the answer's yes, yes, yes, i think the answer's yes

I'm walking through these corridors
Where crime meets pantomime
They're laughing and they're drinking
On the swill of overtime
And no-one seems to know about
The death-wish that they've signed
Ah, life's unkind
Ah, life's unkind

And they see me as a potential new recruit
They rub their hands, slap their backs and smile
But i still wear suspenders underneath my business suit
So needn't worry about me for a while

So to a world without hunger, where royalty face death
(i think the answer's yes, i think the answer's yes)
To the breaking down of barriers of north, south,
East and west
(i think the answer's yes, i think the answer's yes)

I think the answer's yes, yes, yes, i think the answer's yes
I think the answer's yes, yes, yes, i think the answer's yes

And no-one seems to know about
The death-wish that they've signed
Ah, life's unkind
Ah, life's unkind
Life's unkind, life's unkind
From poor old u2 to poor old simple minds
No amnesty for murderers of poor old working class
Rope or gas, rope or gas, rope or gas
No amnesty for murderers of poor old working class
Rope or gas, rope or gas

(heaton/rotheray)
Don't whisper love and dream of wedding bells
Don't do all the talking, let love speak up itself
Let love speak up itself

So when you feel a little tatty and unhappy with your face
Let it breathe into us and put you back in place
Let it breathe, let it breathe
From the day it came into us till the day it wants to leave
For it will, it will go
And it will not say goodbye just like it didn't say hello
There will not be a send-off, a funeral or mass
Just a pathetic little vodka from a dirty little glass
'to the world's greatest mum
From the oldest swinger in town'

Let love speak up itself
Let love speak up itself
Let it rise up in the morning and take us for that walk
Let it do the talking when we're too tired to talk
When we're too tired to talk

And when you feel unhappy that i'm not the one i was
Let love rot inside and let love palm you off
Let it rot, let it rot
Let it take your feelings and tie them in a knot
In a knot, in a knot
Let it take your feelings and tie them in a knot
Hang them from a cleaver and say 'look what we've got
A man and a woman and guess what they forgot'
'to the world's greatest mum
From the oldest swinger in town'

Let love speak up itself

(heaton/rotheray)
Tables turned over and curtains ripped
Bottles uncollected, collected here
Nothing seems to shine like these razor edges do
It's a crazy little world without you

I went to see a doctor and she said 'yes, go ahead'
'throw yourself into the sea'
I wrote a will for my friends
And this is how it read
'me, me, me, me, me, me, me'
No friends, everything for me, me, me
No friends, just me, just me

Fleet street was a very funny place
Home to the mad and the corrupt
What would you say if i told you today
I'd made this whole story up?

I made this whole story up