Unsure of the date or exact location of the recording – I believe it may be at the Labour Club, Southampton, either on 20/10/88, 2/12/88 or 29/12/88. We played there 3 times in 2 months – all with Corporate Grave!
Month: December 1988
Poems on this day – 24th December 1988
Sun’s Coming Out
In my, day of reckoning
The executioner will stand tall
Before he pulls the lever
To let my body fall
The storm will drop to a distance
And leave my justice in doubt
A hooded figure will step forward
And raise a vociferous shout
Too late to save me from my fate
In front of all the town
At least they will remember me
As the sun came beating down
Geezers and Lads
Wolf whistle! The girl walks by
Pop in the pub for four or five
Me – I can drink ten
Well? Go on then
I’m so hard, I’m so cool
If I want – I’ll call you a fool
If I want? What do I want?
And who’s fucking who?
I treat girls right
I fuck all night
Well I can fuck all day
Oh..Okay
Pum-de-dum
On the fortieth day of Christmas
My love fell in a hole
At first she was so tiny
And now she stands so cold
The tarmac covered up the sun
Pum-de-dum-de-dum-de-dum
Luckily nothing was going on
I went home and wrote this song
Bad Breath
Bad breath stinks
Bad breath stinks
Bad breath stinks
Curry, prunes, wheat and beans
Fart, fart, fart, fart – please
Bad breath stinks
Bad breath stinks
Actress
The neon mirror glows like an aura
Men muscle in before the performance is over
As you adjust your set, she adjusts her face
A performance so full that you could embrace
My Idea
That was my idea
I had it first
Mine was good
But yours is worse
I’m better I am great
You’re just out of date
I’m better I am great
You’re just two years too late
If God
If God was a girl
It would be a different world
If God was a clown
No one would feel down
If God was a ruler
He’d keep us straight
If God was God
He’d be my mate
Meths
Where’s your spirit?…hic
I think I’m gonna be … beeurrgh
Just passed my meths exam
Drunk all that I can
Lost the use of my hands
Too much abuse and too many sins
Meths makes me happy
Meths keeps me sane
Meths makes a meal
of my methylated brains
Gee, Whiz
Sped past the happy crowds
Just to be by your side
Wanna be the first to congratulate you
So happy that you died
Gee, thanks
Poems on this day – 7th December 1988
Verging on the Ridiculous
It was on the good ship ridiculous
That I met my first date
She said she was a virgin
I said, ‘You’re fucking great.’
Standard Bearer
Self satisfying, smug in your knowledge
This is the greatest cosmic college
And in the dreamscape where your dreams are dreamt
You are above the carnivorous carnivore’s contempt
The eagles fly as you march by
The standard bearer stares at the sky
Shithouse
Hate that dance? I certainly do
Hate that music? So should you
Hate that smile? It winds me up
Hate that smell? keep the door shut
To the shithouse
Acid house, jazz house
Blues house reggae rub-a-dub your blub house
Mmaaannn!
Too Often
Happiness tears are wept
But in sadness they should not be kept
Too often now we cry too much
When there is no time to touch
Emotionally Unstable
Like a catalogue of facts
Set out in a table
You know that by my acts
I am emotionally unstable
Hate That Smile, Corporate Grave – Labour Club, Southampton, Hampshire, UK – 2nd December 1988
We played the Labour Club 3 times in 2 months – all with Corporate Grave!