Say It With Words

by MJ Hibbett & The Validators

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Our first album! This took about eighteen months to record, although if you took all the time we actually used and stuck it together, we did it all in about a fortnight. We recorded about 24 songs in all, then I gave tapes to everybody on the album (and several other people too) along with a form, which I asked them to fill in saying how much they rated each songs. We took this Quantitative Analysis from the "Focus Group" to a band meeting, where we Qualitatively (hey, it's my JOB to know this sort of thing) sorted through the results and used them to decide the album tracklisting. If I'd been left to sort it out on my own I'd still be trying to work it out now

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released March 27, 2000

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MJ Hibbett & The Validators have performed live on Radio One, had a Record Of The Year in Rolling Stone, an Album Of The Day on 6Music, released one of the first ever viral videos, toured the UK and Europe, featured in an Edinburgh Fringe Festival show, and recorded a science fiction rock opera, all while maintaining their complete independence from outside record labels. ... more

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Track Name: The Black Hair And Glasses Brigade
We are The Black Hair And Glasses Brigade
We are told that we all look the same
We are tired of this ignorance
We will take over planet Earth

We are The Black Hair And Glasses Brigade
We are The Black Hair And Glasses Brigade
We are The Black Hair And Glasses Brigade
We are wearers of glasses

How many times have you said that you know someone like me?
How many times have you seen someone like me on TV?
How many times has a humorous confusion arose
Just because of the optical device on my nose?

We are The Black Hair And Glasses Brigade
We are The Black Hair And Glasses Brigade
We are The Black Hair And Glasses Brigade
We are wearers of glasses

We are here for your women and your water
We'll interfere with the eyesight of your daughter
Roland Browning and Adrian Mole will be seen

As the models of a new myopic humanity
We are The Black Hair And Glasses Brigade
We are The Black Hair And Glasses Brigade
We are The Black Hair And Glasses Brigade
We are wearers of glasses


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Track Name: Payday Is The Best Day
Oh how i long for the last working day of the month
That's when i get paid
I get my money out all in one go
So i can roll around in what i've made
I spend my money fast before it all runs out
I've no idea where it all goes
But while it's there i'll get a chinese takeaway
Some records some books and some clothes

Because payday is the best day of all
It's the best day of all
It's the best day of all
It's like a three day festival

All of my friends seem to bank with the Co-op
But i prefer to stick with Barclays
I like a bank that doesn't hide the fact
That they're a bunch of money-grubbing bloody nazi's
When i was a student they gave me the hassle
Because i never ever had no bread
But now they kiss my derriere because they're well aware
That every month i'll be back in the red

Because payday is the best day of all
It's the best day of all
It's the best day of all
It's like a three day festival

I know it's not efficient, I know I should be thinking of the future
I know I should save
But what's the point of that when We could all be dead tomorrow
You can't take a TESSA to the grave
I'd rather have a week of decadence, two weeks of being all right
And then put up with week of pain
Because if you spread your cash across the course of the month
You miss out on the joys of Payday

Because payday is the best day of all
It's the best day of all
It's the best day of all
It's like a three day festival

Spend when you can
When you can't get your card and flex it.


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Track Name: Stop, Look And Listen
You've got to Stop, Look, and Listen
Stop saying that you feel all right when really you're wiped out inside
You've got to Stop, Look, and Listen
Look on as you fake one more smile and dive deeper down into denial
You've got to Stop, Look, and Listen
Listen to you convince yourself by lying to everybody else
You've got to Stop, Look, and Listen
You've got to give yourself time to rewrire your mind

It's not over till it's over, you can't get out early with this
The pain will wait for you no matter how late you roll in pissed
You're trying to heal too soon
But you've got to stop, look and listen to you.

You've got to Stop, Look, and Listen
The sooner you let in your friends the sooner this nightmare will end
You've got to Stop, Look, and Listen
Tell them the state that you're in, show them the wasteland within
You've got to Stop, Look, and Listen
Start trusting again, and in time you can get on with your life
You've got to Stop, Look, and Listen
Stop trying to look like it's okay and listen to everybody say
You've got to stop


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Track Name: Where Is My Torch?
Where is my torch
That I was carrying for so long?
I put it down to put my antlers on
And when I looked back it had gone

Where is my torch?
Because it's getting dark again
So I'm ignoring common sense
Yes, I know, we'll always be friends

And it's a medieval ideal of chivalry
That condemns me to live a life of celibacy
A bunny on percussion sells me batteries
So if you ever need a light you can get a light from me
Get a light from me

Where is my torch?
Because this was never in the plan
That I'd become a matchstick man
And it's starting to burn my hand

Where is my torch?


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Track Name: Born With The Century
Born with the century he joined the armoury
Came under fire under-age on the Somme
Lost his virginity somewhere in Brittany
On his way home from first leave from the front

Married at twenty to a girl that he hardly knew
She bore him children but bored him to death
Divorce wasn't common then, she saw other men
He was no angel. The village was shocked

During the thirties he couldn't find work
He went with the Communists to fight in Spain
When he got back he found his wife had drowned
Entwined with a publican beneath a lake

In 1945 their eldest daughter died
Only two months before VE day
At the street parties he met his new partner
They had a daughter, they called her Isabelle May

It was like fatherhood for the first time
His life flew by
Suddenly she was a woman and he was sixty five
It was time to retire

In 1972 she moved into a squat
With some chap who did lights for The Who
He told his daughter he'd always support her
But his wife knew that he did not approve

So when he was eighty he took him to lunch
For a man to man chat in an old country pub
He asked him to grant him his daughter's hand
In marriage and he was really quite touched

He wasn't so pleased when they moved to Austalia
Postcards from grandchildren just weren't the same
During the miners' strike he joined the picket lines
"Bolshevik Grandad" said The Daily Mail

It was like feeling pain for the first time
When his wife died
Suddenly he was alone, feeling old and very tired
A man who never cried

During the last years of his life he Tried to get in touch with the children from his first marriage, but after years of neglect they did not want to know
Isabelle helped with the bills and he tried to get by but in the end they decided he'd have to be moved into a home

He spent his last days descending to death
In a chair by the wall in a room streaked with piss
And when he died his whole life flashed before his eyes
His last thought was "How did all that lead down to this?"

Fought in the First War and married too young
Fought for democracy and lost a wife
Lost a child, found a wife, found a meaning to life
Never saw all his grandchildren, died a radical
But in the end he was just some old man

Born with the century


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Track Name: Hey Hey 16K
We bought it to help with your homework
We bought it to help with your homework
And the household accounts
If your dad ever works it all out

Lunchtimes in the library writing down the pokes and peeks
Copying an access code, get a taste for home taping
Fetishists of map-making
Rubber keys and rotten leads, rand and run and load and screens
Then five minutes fingers crossed hoping not to witness the terror
Of R: Tape Loading Error

We bought it to help with your homework
We bought it to help with your homework
And the household accounts
If your dad ever works it all out

ZX spectrum 81, dragon vic and oric1
Commodore 64, amstrad and an acorn electorn
Cheaper BBC micro
Jet set willy, sabre wulf, lords of midnight, underwurlde
Dark star, transam, ant attak
And of course, manic miner
The hobbit and knight lore and elite

It made a generation who can code
A bubble before proper consoles, who all know
That the games you get today, may be very flash
But there'll never beat the thrill
Of getting through Jetpac

Hey Hey, 16K, What does that get you these days?
You need more than that for a letter
Old Skool Ram Paks are much better.

Personal Computer Games, Your Sinclair, 16K
Kempston Competition Pro, Crash and Cursor Keys and GO TO
Dixons and bother Saturday staff with loops that never end

We bought it to help with your homework
We bought it to help with your homework
And the household accounts
If your dad ever works it all out

Hey Hey, 16K, What does that get you these days?
You need more than that for a letter
Old Skool Ram Paks are much better.

For n=0 to 2
Those were the days
Next n


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Track Name: Say It With Words
I could send you an email, I could write you a letter
I could fax you or phone you but it would be better
If I could just say it with words

I could buy you some flowers, some chocolate or rings
And you know that there's loads of songs that I could sing
But I'd rather just say it with words

Using semaphore, sign language, invisible ink
We could go out for a film or a meal or a drink
But I wish I could just say it with words

I wrote you a poem but it didn't rhyme
I tried to enact it but I couldn't mime
All of these things I've got to say to you
What's a poor boy supposed to do?

I'm no man of action but I know what I want
I want to make you a poster in a range of fonts
And then I will say it with words

I could scribble a note in a valentine's card
But my minds a subscriber to the Marquis de Sade
And I just cannot say it with words
I can't say it with words


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Track Name: If You're Too Turned On
If you're too turned on, work out complicated foreign phrases
What exactly is the German for "This Sauerkraut is over-priced?"
If you're too turned on, try reconstructing really boring bus-routes
You can occupy your mind with Double Deckers bound for Spinney Hill Rise

And if you suddenly turned psychic in my boudoir you would find
I've got the Innovations Catalogue on my mind
I've got the films of Doug McClure on my mind

If you're too turned on, you want to use pythagoras's thereom
Or minus b plus or minus the square root of b squared minues 4ac over 2a
If you're too turned on, use leaders of the British Labour Party
You can picture Harold Wilson but can you see Mr Gaitskell's face?

And if you suddenly turned psychic in my boudoir you would find
I've got the 17 times table on my mind
I've got the history of Democracy in mind

Oh Enoch Powell, Enoch Powell
Did you think you'd be remembered
As the face that let a thousand nights go on five minutes more?
Oh Enoch Powell, Enoch Powell
You are the loch-keeper of love, there is a river that you're holding back but it's not made of blood

And if you suddenly turned psychic in my boudoir you would find
I've got the things that really matter in my mind
I've got the things that really matter in my mind


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Track Name: Where Do All The Women Go To?
You got some speed
As a means to make the night go quicker
I said "Thanks, I'll stick with bitter"
"That's all i need"

So we got them in
Failed at finding friendly faces
Ended up in the same old place
And then you said to me

You said "Where do all the women go to?"
I said, "Well, if i knew"
"I certainly wouldn't be sitting here with you"

And as years go by
In a sea of beer we're sailing, wearing hair that lets the rain
Failing, though we try

To find out where the women go to
And if I ever knew
I forgot it while I was sitting here with you

We used to play at being playboys
Like a team we have a code
So we'd know there'd be no need for feeling guilty
If we left half the playboys on his own

And when it worked
When you fell in love and fell away from
Pump & Tap and Ox and Charlotte
It was always going to hurt

Because when you found out where the women go to
I guess i always knew
That it would spell the end of sitting here with you


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Track Name: The Saturday Lunchtime Wrestlers
I read in the obituaries that Giant Haystacks died
He's gone to fight Big Daddy in that big ring in the sky
Where every day is Saturday, and Dickie Davis smiles
And the Saturday Lunchtime Wrestlers never died

There's Kendo Nagasaki, who will not take off his mask
While the one they said was deaf is getting directions from his dad
Fit Finlay's arguing with his Red Indian wife
And the Saturday Lunchtime Wrestlers never died

The nation that they fought in has passed into history
A time when we'd allow Big Daddy's brother to be referee
When the commentators faked it, and we all joined in the lie
And the Saturday Lunchtime wrestlers never died

Bye bye Tiswas, bye bye Sally James
Bye bye NHS specs, Glam bands and the Rates
Farewell to thee free dentistry, goodbye sweet cigarettes
For we have lost our innocence, we won't see you again

Call armies of old ladies up, with handbags flying proud
Come bring me tag teams, belly flops, and a soap star in the crowd
The Children's Film Foundation has turned into Channel 5
And the Saturday Lunchtime Wrestlers never died


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Track Name: Carol And The Mandolin
Carol came from Northern Ireland she played the mandolin
We became friends from the day she decided she'd teach it to me
Playing Brown Eyed Girl in the kitchen while watching her children play
Sat in her house in that summer I learnt something new every day

One night we went to a club playing indie and Northern Soul
She met a man in the corner and later she took him home
We didn't see her for weeks after that, she had disappeared
Till i went with my mandolin round to her house, where i found her in tears

Because he'd sucked her and fucked her and come in her mouth
Slapped her and kicked her and punched her about
Beat her and beat till the whole house was red
Stabbed her with a screwdriver and left her for dead

She begged me to leave saying he'd be back soon
She stopped me from seeing the state of the room
Refusing to show me the bruises he's made
She said that he loved her or so he had claimed

Because he'd sucked her and fucked her and come in her mouth
Slapped her and kicked her and punched her about
Beat her and beat till the whole house was red
Stabbed her with a screwdriver and left her for dead

All of her friends told her she had to leave
It took two more beatings before she agreed
She needed something to take her away
So it was my turn to teach her to play on the mandolin


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Track Name: Would If I Could
I would do anything to talk to you tonight
And I would say anything
If I thought it would make things all right

But what do you want me to say? I think I've said enough
Or do you want me to repeat
All of that old romantic stuff?

Well, I'm sorry but I don't do that
If I did then you know that I would
All I say are the things that I think I should

I love you more than anything
Except of course I don't
And we'll be together forever more
And we both know that we won't


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Track Name: The Pebble And The Boulder
Consider the Pebble, and the Boulder. Consider, my friends, the Pebble. And the Boulder. Hallelujah Haaallelujah Let us Pray. Consider if you will the Pebble and the Boulder. The Pebble, rushing through the sea of life, carried hither and thither by the flurries and the eddies. Always flying, never finding. Beaten across the rocks, dashed by waves as it dashes THROUGH the waves. Is this your life? Is this not how you live your life? Tell me friend, does this not appear familiar? Does this not strike a CHORD? Do you find yourself cast from rock to rock, greeted by nothing but dashed hopes? Do you not Pray To TheLORD for another way? Do you not search ceaselessy for a different path? Well search no further my friend, for there is another way. There IS another way.

Be more like the boulder than the pebble in the sea
It will make life easier, I know because it worked for me

Consider the Pebble and the Boulder. Consider the boulder, lying steadfast on the ocean floor. Unmoveable. Unbreakable. Gently caressed over the years by the seas of time, changing, adapting, always the same but yet, somehow, always different. This is not WEAKNESS my friend! Thisis not IDLENESS! This is STRENGTH! The strength to be itself whilst all about are mere pebbles. Yay, Pebbles, hurling themselves against the boulder, harming nought but themselves sacrificing their own fragile essence before the MIGHT of the mighty boulder.
Be more like the boulder than the pebble in the sea. It will make life easier, I know because it worked for me.
AND WHICH ARE YOU? And which are you? Which are you my friend, which are you? Are you the pebble? IS THAT WHO YOU ARE? A Pebble? IS THAT WHO YOU ARE? Or the boulder? Is that who you are? ARE YOU MY FRIEND? IS THAT WHO YOU ARE? HARKEN TO ME! HARKEN TO ME NOW!

Be more like the boulder than the pebble in the sea
It will make life easier, I know because it worked for me

AND WHICH ARE YOU? The Pebble, or the boulder? The Pebble or the boulder? The Pebble or the boulder? AND WHICH ARE YOU?


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Track Name: Wings Of Fire
And as you fly straigh up to heaven
On wings of fire into the sky
Our memories will always keep you
Your body's gone, you do not die

And we who gather here to grieve you
Though we may weep to say goodbye
Still will we laugh to talk about you
Your body's gone, you do not die

We carry on with you inside us
In every way you shaped our lives
We'll pass you words and ways to strangers
Your body's gone, you do not die

And as you fly straight up to heaven
On wings of fire into the sky
Our memories will always keep you
Your body's gone, you do not die

Your body's gone, you do not die.


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