deadbeat

written and recorded by peter pick

 

peter pick: guitars, vocals, drum programming.

richard miles: unfeasibly sustained guitar (5&12).

 

let me down

 

ah. the thing you doÖ.

donít see how to say what i see in you

canít say what i see in you

now

i donít know howÖ.

 

donít know how i got what i darednít want

donít know what iíve got if i havenít got you

oo. the thing you do.

 

and itís so unlikely

that you shine so brightly now

and you so incite me

but you wonít invite me round

and i canít believe it

how you always let me down

let me down

 

i donít think that itís free what weíre feeling here

donít know what iím seeing here

can i be what iím being here?

 

donít know how to feel what iím feeling here

i donít know how to be with you

could you be what Iím seeing here?

 

and itís so unlikely

that you shine so brightly now

and youíre so inside me

but you wonít invite me round

and i canít believe it

how you always let me down

let me down.

 

donít know how i got what i darednít want

donít know if I want it or not

donít know what Iíve got.

 

just canít stand it

 

i know that iíve heard this before

i must have done itís such a bore

itís in the car or in the war

i just canít stand it anymore

i just canít stand it anymore

of all the flesh iíve had to fry

i saw you coming through the door

i feel so bored that i could die

i feel so bored that i could die

 

thereís less to this than meets the eye

i wouldnít want to see you cry

i wouldnít like to see you try

i feel so bored that I could die

i feel so bored that I could die

i saw you walk across that floor

you know you canít pretend youíre shy

i just canít stand it anymore

i just canít stand it anymore

 

 

 

decoupling

 

where we go, itís troubling,

coming closer and huddling

though you know now

all the songs we sing

look at us though;

decoupling.

 

where we go, iím wondering

getting older and struggling

do you know how itís happening?

here we go now:

decoupling.

 

though you know now

all the songs we sing

here we go now:

decoupling.

 

 

think

 

think.

all the things sheíll be

all the time sheíll have

all the friends sheíll see

when she is without you

 

you

come to understand

thereís nothing underhand

somehow something slipped away

she goes right through the day

she doesnít even think about you

she doesnít even think about you

 

 

 

 

never coming home

 

itís you iím dreaming of

itís you iím dreaming of

your teeth are stained with love

 

iím never coming home

to you.

 

uncanny

 

i love you

i love you like a private case

cinder blocks and packing crates

like living in a carapace

a car-park just past cyberspace

like americans love real estate

the shape inside the furnace

or the binding of the glue

 

i love you

 

i love you like a cylinder

or some platonic fantasy

i canít see and i canít say

i havenít got a clue

 

itís uncanny though, the way you turn your cheek

itís uncanny, just to hear you speak

 

i love you

i love you like a private case

like living in a sacred place

a sacred place

 

 

 

 

breathe

 

standing at the harbour

pack upon her back

she ainít going nowhere

she is never coming back

 

standing in the corner

waiting for a call

you know if you donít tell her

she ainít coming back at all

 

sitting in the kitchen

talking to friend

you know if you donít kiss her

you will never breathe again

 

time i wasted

 

love i tasted

love i wasted

 

all the time i wasted on you

all the time i wasted on you

i could have spent it down the pub

all the time i wasted on you

 

all the time i wasted on you

all the time i wasted on you

i could have spent it down the pub

i might have drunk myself to death

drunk myself to death

drunk myself to death

drunk myself to death by now

i might have drunk

drunk myself to death

drunk myself to death

drunk myself to death by now

all the time i wasted on you

all the time i wasted on youÖ..

 

 

all the time i wasted on you

all the time i wasted on you

i could have spent it by myself

all the time i wasted on you

 

time i waited

time i wasted.

 

even there

 

she says sheíd never loved you

she says sheíd never cared

but howís she even going to know that

when she wasnít even there?

mmm she wasnít even there

she wasnít even there

howís she even going to know that

when she wasnít even there?

she has the instincts of a showman

and the figure of a pear

howís she gonna start a romance

when she isnít even there?

oo she isnít even there

she isnít even there

howís she gonna start a romance

when she isnít even there?

 

she tells you she fucked jimi hendrix

she says he let her cut his hair

but she was off her head on lemsip

and she wasnít even there

ooh she wasnít even there

she wasnít even there

she was off her head on lemsip

and she wasnít even there.

 

sure i saw her down the disco

training up a dancing bear

she was knocking back the bisto

like she wasnít even there

ooh she wasnít even there

she wasnít even there

she was knocking back the bisto

like she wasnít even there.

 

so you told her really gently

that you think it only fair

that she should give you back the bentley

but she wasnít even there

 

on the night the key was stolen

as the tanks rolled through the square

she swears she was invading poland

she says she wasnít even there

 

well you might think that you may find her

underneath her underwear

but you will only meet her minder

because she isnít even there.

 

itís a lie in any language

ineluctable as air

still she grips her head in anguish

though she wasnít even there

oh she wasnít even there

she wasnít even there

still she grips her head in anguish

although she wasnít even there.

 

she says sheíd never loved you

she says sheíd never cared

but howís she even going to know that

when she wasnít even there?

oh she wasnít even thereÖ

 

the angels

 

let me put you on hold

your call is important to god

youíre all so important to god

your cause is important to god

of course youíre important to god

your call is important to god

your call is important to god

the angels are listening.

your call is important to god

donít feel ignored, for our agents are hastening

your call is important to god

please hold the line

the angels are listening.

please hold the line, there are angels approaching.

your call is important to god

donít feel ignored for our agents are hastening

your call is important to god

please hold the line there are angels approaching

your call is important to god

please be assured that the angels are listening

your call is important to god

you are held in a queue while his love is prepared for you

your call is important to god

donít feel ignored for our agents are hastening

your call is important to god

please hold the line there are angels approaching

your call is important to god

please be assured that the angels are listening

the angels

the angelsÖÖÖ.

 

please excuse me, tell me, whoís that calling?

the angels are falling,††††† falling

 

your call is important to god

donít feel ignored for our agents are hastening

youíre all so important to god

please hold the line there are angels approaching

your call is important to god

please feel assured that the angels are listening

your cause is important to godÖÖ.

 

the gatefold dead

 

the ancient popstars drone along

we always make them sing that single song

they may be trying hard to break another tune

but we canít hear it right it seems all wrong

 

the gatefold dead have passed away

the eightfold path led them astray

the good die young because the good die soon

 

the gatefold path led them astray

i never liked them anyway

 

itís fat and grumpy we all applaud

the devilís scrotum and an oily fraud

iíve lost my innocence but not my sense of smell

he played the solo on ouija board

his consciousness came round today

it took the drugs and ran away

the young die good because the good die soon

 

from dozy ickenham to seething santa fť

the gatefold path has led us all astray

 

nobody knows

 

silly me, why did i start to cry?

silly me, i canít remember whyÖ.

silly me, why did i start to cry?

as for me, nobody knows but you

as for me, nobody knows but you

i donít know why we fight

all the wrong doesnít make it right

as for me, nobody knows but you

as for me, nobody knows but you

 

weíre alone, nobody else can see

weíre alone, nobody else can see

as for you, nobody knows but me

as for you, nobody knows but me

after you, nobody else for me

after you, nobody else for meÖ.

 

uncanny 3

 

i love you

i love you

i love you like a private case

like cinder blocks and packing crates

i love you

i love you

like living in a carapace

a car-park just past cyberspace

like americans love real estate

the shape inside the furnace

or the binding of the glue

 

i love you

 

i love you like a cylinder

or some platonic fantasy

i canít see and i canít say

i havenít got a clue

itís uncanny though, the way you turn your cheek

itís uncanny,

just to hear you speak

just to hear you speak

 

i love you

like living in a sacred place

 

itís uncanny though

itís uncanny though (donít you think so?)

itís uncanny though you know

itís uncanny though you know

itís uncanny though, the way you turn your cheek

 

itís uncanny, just to hear you speak

just to hear you speak