Say It With Words

by MJ Hibbett & The Validators

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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 Published by Wipe Out Music Publishing
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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. Published by Wipe Out Music Publishing
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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 Published by Wipe Out Music Publishing
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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? Published by Wipe Out Music Publishing
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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 Published by Wipe Out Music Publishing
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Hey Hey 16K 02:54
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 Published by Wipe Out Music Publishing
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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 Published by Wipe Out Music Publishing
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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 Published by Wipe Out Music Publishing
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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 Published by Wipe Out Music Publishing
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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 Published by Wipe Out Music Publishing
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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 Published by Wipe Out Music Publishing
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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 Published by Wipe Out Music Publishing
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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? Published by Wipe Out Music Publishing
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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. Published by Wipe Out Music Publishing

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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 London, UK

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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