THE RELATIVES : FEUD OF LOVE : LYRICS

 

 

 

 

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MORE THAN JUST LOVE

by Gary Fletcher/Hilary Fletcher

Copyright Arone Records 1997

 

The look on my face is called a smile

Here is my hand, these are starry eyes

What you just heard is called a sigh

This is known as touch

 

Seems I can tell you the names of things

like hearts & flowers, moonlight & violins

But language hasnít yet invented

a way to say what I feel

 

Whereís the word that tells it how it is?

Is there no word as powerful as a kiss?

No one word could cover all of this

There are no words

when itís more than just love

 

I try to speak but my thoughts are wild

Somehow my voice never quite arrives

Words fail me time & time again

Iíve got nothing to say

 

Whereís the word that tells it how it is?

Is there no word as powerful as a kiss?

No one word could cover all of this

There are no words

when itís more than just love

 

Oh this feeling inside

words can only devalue

Itís so hard to describe

Nothing comes as close as we do

Even those three little words

say only half of whatís in my heart

Is it all meant to be heard

or am I saving back the really good part?

 

Seems actionís louder this time round

Weíll pass our message mouth to mouth

Ďcause language still has not invented

a way to feel it too

 

Whereís the word that tells it how it is?

Is there no word as powerful as a kiss?

No one word could cover all of this

There are no words

when itís more than just love

 

COMMUTER BLUES

by Gary Fletcher/Hilary Fletcher

Copyright Arone Records 1997

 

Standing at the station tired of waiting, & wishing Iíd driven

Iím a statue of myself, a blank form, the image of oblivion

Rooted to the ground, looking down the line for answers

I need a sign, a little more than the 8.04, what are my chances?

 

Thereís got to be something out there

Send it soon while I still care

Thereís got to be something out there

Something thatíll take me somewhere

 

Can you tell me when my train is gonna come?

Can you tell me if itís ever gonna come?

 

Am I just a figure in a lifesize Hornby Doublo here?

Why does everything around me seem as if itís got stuck in a low gear?

If itís God at the controls canít he help this toy on its way?

Or are the powerlines overhead not working today?

 

Thereís got to be something out there

Send it soon while I still care

Thereís got to be something out there

Something thatíll take me somewhere

 

Can you tell me when my train is gonna come?

Can you tell me if itís ever gonna come?

 

Look at us all, weíre on hold, just like this life of mine

No wonder they call it the Misery Line

Weekends & evenings remind me that Iím halfway to being alive

Where do I go between nine & five?

 

Thereís got to be something out there

Send it soon while I still care

Thereís got to be something out there

Something thatíll take me somewhere

 

Can you tell me when my train is gonna come?

Can you tell me if itís ever gonna come?

 

Hey mister, I need some assistance

Is that my life in the distance?

 

DANGEROUS TIMES

by Gary Fletcher/Hilary Fletcher

Copyright Arone Records 1997

 

The passion, the risk,

the taste of a new kiss,

the nearness of unfamiliar breathing Ö

theyíre all somewhere out there,

theyíre calling for you

And I can tell youíre going to follow their lead

 

But look out for love

Keep an eye on the signs

Hold on to your heart,

these are dangerous times

Look out for love

or itíll move in on you

With no warning at all

itíll break us in two

 

Oh babe be sure

you know where youíre going

Donít lose your way back home

If you have to run free

lay a trail back to me

Iíll be here convincing myself that I donít know

 

But look out for love

Keep an eye on the signs

Hold on to your heart,

these are dangerous times

Look out for love

or itíll move in on you

With no warning at all

itíll break us in two

ARE YOU SURE OR WHAT?

Gary Fletcher/Hilary Fletcher

Copyright Arone Records 1997

 

Mid-life & half alive?

Or 17 & packed so full of hype

you havenít got a single thought of your own in your head?

Alright, so how about a little game?

Two set of rules & even they could be changed

Just pick a subject & youíre ready to play Question Time

 

Are you sure Shakespeareís good?

Are you sure youíre not a ghost?

Are you sure red wine doesnít go with fish?

 

Every day we make a choice

Every day we give thoughts a voice

How often do we give them the chance to be second thoughts?

Well go ahead now, drink your tea

Most of us do it automatically

Some of us donít even know if we care for the taste

 

Are you sure the dictionaryís right?

Are you sure your bankís in funds?

Are you sure Barry Humphries is a man?

 

Is Elvis really dead & gone?

Was Doubting Thomas really wrong?

Well maybe Mother Earthís a dad

And maybe Mr Beadleís not so bad

 

Whyíve you forgotten that youíre unique?

Donít try to tell me you were born a sheep

Take a chance, jump off the bandwagon now

Iím just suggesting that you think twice

But are you certain that itís good advice?

And are you sure thereís any real point to this song?

 

Are you sure E.T. went home?

Are you sure monogamy works?

Are you sure your God never feels insecure?

 

Are you sure the young are fools?

Are you sure Nessieís a Scot?

Are you sure a womanís place isnít in the home?

 

Are you sure agnostics exist?

Are you sure weíre going out on a fade?

 

THE CARING EIGHTIES

by Gary Fletcher/Hilary Fletcher

Copyright Arone Records 1997

 

Two glasses of Stella sit by our feet on a rug that came from India

via Conrans or some such fashion store

On the coffee table beside the Kuoni brochure,

two curries just delivered to our door

At the touch of a hand-held button the Oxo family precede the news

that homeless Muslims arenít remotely in control

Then a Sudanese woman sits & rocks her dead baby

and Spurs win 3 to 1 at Elland Road

 

Upstairs in the land our dreams, our children, dead to the world,

bubble-bathed & fed on Western love

Today they wore out Chessington.  Now silently they rest,

at peace with their world of adventurous stuff

Meanwhile, back at the BBC, a comic brings relief

to half-starved kids & crops, but to us fat cats too

Oh we can afford the luxury of donating to charity

Itís the least a Designer Socialist can do

 

Itís a funny old world

 

So Visaís cleared our conscience, the governmentís let off,

the worthy cause of BT came out best

The eveningís viewingís over & weíve prolonged a motherís life

thatís as empty as the wailing sound at her breast

And weíve all scored lots of Brownie points and all by wearing red,

and everybodyís happy till the next time

And as disparity yawns on and we trot on up to bed,

a little more faith comes to be lost in the word Ďmankindí

 

While the poor people are sleeping we just turn out the light

While the poor people are sleeping all the stars come out at night Ö.

 

DEVOTED

by Gary Fletcher/Hilary Fletcher

Copyright Arone Records 1997

 

Caroline lives with John

and therein lies a sorry song

Better halves you couldnít find

Oh theyíre the everlasting kind

 

And we all love their company

See how they shine socially

A marriage envied by the world

Weíd never guess if we didnít know

 

Oh theyíre devoted

to keepiní it goiní

After all, the show must go on

Oh theyíre devoted

to keepiní it goiní

even though itís already gone

 

How they rushed to be wed

Now leisurely they do repent

But something old beats something blue

when breakiní up is so hard to do

 

Oh theyíre devoted

to keepiní it goiní

After all, the show must go on

Oh theyíre devoted

to keepiní it goiní

even though itís already gone

 

Resolute, they carry on,

dedicated hangers-on,

needing one anotherís need

They donít care to be freed

 

Ďcause theyíre devoted Ö.

 

GOD KNOWS

by Gary Fletcher/Hilary Fletcher

Copyright Arone Records 1997

 

Well letís face it, itís gone

This time letís not hold on

Itís safer to put it off

but just this once letís not

 

Donít think that I wouldnít rather

go on believing weíll get it back

But Iím tired of lying, honey, facts are facts

Thereís never going to be no happy ever after

 

God knows Iíve tried

but Iím all worn out inside

Iíve fought for us not to die

but my heart canít be revived

 

There Iíve said it, itís done

This time I didnít run

Youíre hurting and Iím crying

I want to tell you Iíve changed my mind

But all kindness and no pain

can make love a dulling game

and Iím tired of the rules & Iím tired of playing

And I just want to know whose life is it anyway?

 

God knows Iíve tried

but Iím all worn out inside

Iíve fought for us not to die

but my heart canít be revived

 

God knows Iíve tried

but the truth fights hard & itís beating me up inside

Oh and Iím feeling so tired

Oh I surrender

Iím hauling down the flag

Iím beaten, Iíve got no fight left in me

No more lying to myself

or crying by myself

I want to be myself ÖÖ

SOMETIMES YOUíLL WIN

by Gary Fletcher/Hilary Fletcher

Copyright Arone Records 1997

 

Iím a giver, youíre a taker,

it ought to balance out

But all I feelís a desperate need

to be left in no more doubt

But even as I speak

I know that that dayís already come

I can see exactly what kind

of future Iíve begun

 

Sometimes youíll win

Sometimes Iíll lose

Youíll pull my strings

And where will it end

and what will I become?

Iíll give you love

and youíll give me up

 

And so it seems my eyes are open,

oh but am I going in?

Or will I gather strength from knowing

I chose not to sink but swim

All I know is this all hurts

an already fragile heart

But both of us know whatíll happen

if you always hold the cards

 

Sometimes youíll win

Sometimes Iíll lose

Youíll pull my strings

And where will it end

and what will I become?

Iíll give you love

and youíll give me up

 

THE BEAT OF MY HEART 

Gary Fletcher/Hilary Fletcher

Copyright Arone Records 1997

 

Come and put your arms around me, honey

Hold me like you want to

Now that weíre alone Iím thinking that Iíd

like a little dance with you

We donít need no music, oh no no

We can make our own, what díyou say?

Mmmm, a little natural rhythm babe

can go a long way

 

Close as you like, now let yourself

move in time with me

Getting all of this emotion into

motionís what we need

We can really start to party, yes we can,

now that no-one else is around

Weíve got the floor to ourselves so come on,

Baby letís get on down

 

Ooh I wanna feel your body, honey,

rockiní to the beat of my heart

 

Thatís the way to do it, hey youíve got the touch, boy,

ainít no doubt

Nothing I can teach you,

you already know all the ins & outs

Mmm well letís sway some hips & shake it up babe

Well letís really move

Now thatís what I call dancing, sugar

Oh tell me, is it good for you?

 

Ooh I wanna feel your body, honey,

rockiní to the beat of my heart

Ooh I wanna feel your body, honey,

rockiní to the beat of my heart

 

WHY ME?

by Gary Fletcher/Hilary Fletcher

Copyright Arone Records 1997

 

Del was low, had nothing going

His numbers never seemed to come up

until the day when he heard a voice

Itís you, it told him, go on be happy

And quiet Courtney, well she got the call Ė

an envied date with the school heartthrob

While Edís band had been asked to be the main support act

for EC and his up & coming world tour

 

Why me?

they asked, maybe a hundred times or more

Why me?

Well lifeís a lottery, itís just the luck of the draw

 

Well little Luke, he was so thrilled

to win the raffle at the school fair

While Mrs Haines and her attic antique

were very grateful to the Road Show

Nickís goal meant United won the cup

And Ann was high, sheíd beaten 50 others to the job

While out in Hollywood a lady of the night

was finding fame & fortune Ďcause of one untrue Brit

 

Why me?

they asked, maybe a hundred times or more

Why me?

Well lifeís a lottery, itís just the luck of the draw

 

How come I was the one who got picked? they said

How come it wasnít somebody else instead?

Could have been anybody.  Please, someone say

what did I ever do to deserve such a fate?

 

Why me?

they asked, maybe a hundred times or more

Why me?

Well lifeís a lottery, itís just the luck of the draw

 

SUMMER FUSS

by Gary Fletcher/Hilary Fletcher

Copyright Arone Records 1997

 

Iíve gotta say Iíve had better days

The rain just hasnít let up

The hole in the wall took my card away

and my baby cancelled her love

Now I could let it all get to me

But I donít think Iíll do that

Iíll just imagine how it might have been

and with any luck I wonít crack

 

Yísee my roof hasnít fallen in, my healthís okay

I didnít get a punctured tyre today

 

Some of us are lucky, some of us are not

Some of usíd kill for what some of us have got

 

Iíve got no P45 in my hand

No pile of letters saying Sorry, no thanks

 

Some of us are lucky, some of us are not

Some of usíd kill for what some of us have got

 

Nobody came up to me today

to say my colour ainít right

Nobody called from the bank to say

Weíre repossessing your life

Itís still raining and my world is grey

but at least the windís dropped

Maybe my babyíll change her mind

and then again maybe not

 

But in the meantime, well I dunno, my healthís okay

And I didnít get a punctured tyre today

 

Some of us are lucky, some of us are not

Some of usíd kill for what some of us have got

  

Iíve got a taco in one hand,

a can of beer in the other, Iím a fortunate man

 

Some of us are lucky, some of us are not

Some of usíd kill for what some of us have got

 

Thereís lead in my pencil, a glint in my eye

If nothing else, thereís air in my tyres

 

Some of us are lucky, some of us are not

Some of usíd kill for what some of us have got

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright Gary Fletcher 2009    /    Last updated 24 January 2009