The Greedy Ugly People CD1 (PURE111CDS1)

Released on two CD's on 2nd October 2000 on Too Pure

The Greedy Ugly People, Milkmaids, Kate Cleaver's House

Seven inch (PURE111S) features two remixes by Baxendale and Electric Sound of Joy, there's also a rare 12" (PURE111T) with a longer version of the Baxendale version.

The Greedy Ugly People

I had her on the carpet twisting and squirming about,
Trying to guess what she needs,
Trying to guess what the fuss was about.
She had a conscience that surely did need pricking,
I was there for the picking as she would soon find out.
The Greedy Ugly People are not like us,
They don't feel the love that she and I would die without.
I had her on a chair in the middle of the living room,
And then we went to the bedroom, where we were making spoons.
When we went out she started clicking her heels,
She was sticking her chest out, cause she was starting to feel.
Love don't stop no wars, don't stop no cancer,
It stops my heart.

Milkmaids

Darling don't you know after I've bathed with you,
I'm going to bury my face in the towel you used.
I'm going to fill a bottle with the tears you weep,
I'm going to brush your teeth whilst your asleep.
Why don't you twist with me, it must be a temptation.
And pity my poor heart I'm a writer of erotic fiction.
Those pictures they used were not really you,
they gave you airbrushed limbs that were stretched too far apart.
Honey, have you got a real heart.
Just buck like a dog on heat, Christ what a sensation!
And pity my poor soul I'm a writer of erotic fiction.
My amorous breath will be filling up your lungs

whilst the crooks in the suburbs will be fornicating milkmaids,
When I start tearing off those sexy clothes,
I will howl out your name and I will rattle those bones.
Those sequinned second seconds are not what I need.
I just want to fuck until I bleed.
But how long will that be.
Just kiss me full on the lips.
Just kiss me full on the lips.

Kate Cleavers House 

I shave myself with blunt razors,
My clothes they do me no favours.
I go to a restaurant where the skirts on the waitresses are far too short.
I throw salt over my shoulder, for good luck 'cause now I walk over,
To Kate Cleavers house to tell her that I want her back with me.
Never had the strength to look her in the eye.
Now I've lost my patience and I'm telling her why.
Monday she works for the national health,
Tuesday she works for herself.
Wednesday she went to the pictures with Katherine,
Thursday with everyone else.
Friday she drank herself into a stupor,
And slept through to Saturday night.
But Sunday for all the day, she would be mine.
All I need are the drugs, and a sharp attitude.
She's got holes in her tights, and holes in her story,
But I approve.
All I need is a dentist, to fix up my teeth,
She wears a frown but there's a smile I can see underneath.
Never had the strength to look her in the eye.
Now I've lost my patience and I'm telling her why.
Monday she works for the national health,
Tuesday she works for herself.
Wednesday she went to the pictures with Katherine,
Thursday with everyone else.
Friday she drank herself into a stupor,
And slept through to Saturday night.
But Sunday for all the day, she would be mine.

The photo's on this page are all taken from the We Love The City British tour. This was possibly the best we ever got to be live, particularly the Spanish leg, and if you saw us around this period you probably saw some of our best shows. The photo's were taken by the fantastically named Rainford Bowley. He was supposed to be selling T-shirts but relished his job of official tour photographer much more.

One night in Sheffield I was singing on stage and Rainford was t my feet trying to get a classic rock shot, and I could see at the far end of the hall someone helping themselves to t-shirts from his unattended stall. It was also the first time we had a roadie! Papa is still a friend, but was a terrible roadie and we would have actually been better off with out one at all. None the less this was it, the big time! A t-shirt guy and a roadie.

The Greedy Ugly People might be my favourite Hefner song. Like most 'City' songs it's a love song. It just has such a simple lyric and sentiment but is done in an original way, I'm dead proud. The single was deemed to be a bit of a flop after Good Fruit however.

One of the seven inch remixes on this was by Baxendale. I'd met them originally years ago when we used to play shows together at the Bull and Gate. I had released one of their first singles on my, now defunct label, Evil World records. They were the only band out of all those to do a remix to treat it the old fashioned way, by sticking a beat underneath the song. Predictably Too Pure thought this was sure way to get a top forty hit and made up a twelve inch dance mix of Baxendale's version. Such a modern thing to do!!

Jack was pushed to the limit on this tour having to play lots of the moog parts and guitars from the records. There was a period where the fans started to complain about the amount of guitar solos in a Hefner show and Jack unfairly got the blame. I wish to set the record straight right now and say that all the solos were my fault, now that we had a second guitarist I would get Jack to play my rhythm parts so I could live out my Lyndsey Buckingham fantasies.

Milkmaids is, once again a song that pre-dates Breaking God's Heart, in fact I used to play it at nearly all my shows. I played it once in Vancouver BC at a new band competition and when I sang the line; 'I just want to fuck until I bleed, but how long will that be', a big bearded truck driver heckled; 'in about 5 minutes when you get off stage!' Kate Cleaver's house is a pretty slight song. Kate exists, and that's her real name though the song isn't about her.