Christian Girls
Now I believe an angel crossed my path and realised,
That the hair on my head will be pass my chin when I've earnt this type of prize.
The scent that she brings makes me feel alright like the pleasure of sleeping safe tonight,
But I won't sleep tight ‘til I know she's been cleaned from her toes to the top of her head.
Christian Girls should be kept pristine and totally devoid of pain,
I can't hold back the rain, the dirty, dirty rain.
Gloria's freckles just titter and tease, but they're no bloody use to me,
No bloody use to me.
Too much telly and too many books and so many films to keep me hooked,
But the idea of sex seems so bleeding stale when her heart is as big as a house.
And the red, red lips just keep reminding me of Sarah Brown,
And the cool, cool breeze makes me feel like settling down.
Christian Girls should be kept pristine and totally devoid of pain,
I can't hold back the rain , the dirty, dirty rain.
Gloria's freckles just titter and tease, but they're no bloody use to me,
No bloody use to me.
It's a shame that she feels this way, to my hearts dismay I want to kiss all her fingers
Lee Remick I think it was in '83 my father left the family,
But came back three weeks later for a love both firm and stable.
I think it was in '91 that Lee Remick died……
The sibling rivalry between my sister and me turned into the strongest branch of our family tree.
When I was young I dreamt of Lee Remick,
She had a ring upon each finger, she was smiling all the while.
Her hair was just long enough so it bounced upon her shoulders,
She said she always spoke the truth.
My Father let me down but I so easily forgave him,
And I know the home wrecker has a place within his heart.
I used to blame my mother for each and every failure,
And how Lee Remick's eyes sparkled that brilliant blue.
He looked just like a Jonathon but he said his name was Ashley,
He was my best friend till he drank so much his heart sank
And all my pretty friends who just grew up and failed
and what if I fail? What if I've failed already?
Those filthy little angels tugging at my heart saying
‘boredom is a sin, ambition should be everything' Blind Girl with Halo The girl is blind and beautiful,
I'm honour bound and dutiful,
Her head is warm, her skin is cool and she's got religion in a big way.
She says those hands are healing hands,
I bet she's travelled many lands,
But I bet she's never met a man who understands her quite the way that I do.
And how was I supposed to know that she's the one betrothed,
To a catholic guy with stronger faith then I,
Just as I was on my knees with a golden ring between my teeth,
Her fingers said she's someone elses bride.
Oh she'll never see the beauty I can see,
Oh she'll never see her own sweet bonny face.
A rejection note written in braille,
Hear my smoke filled larynx wail,
Cigarettes make me feel alone and her voice gives the lonely tone to my song. Hello Kitten Hello kitten I don't miss sex just the feeling of skin against skin that I want,
The photos I take are not the photos I like, they look dull, they look crap when placed next to real life,
You have a blue iris with a hint of burnt of sienna and it wrestles my hate to the ground,
You have inquisitive eyebrows that make me soft centred and your lips make a purring sound.
I'm going to make myself go blind tonight,
I'm going to make myself go blind tonight,
I'm going to build a shrine to the wasted days,
I'm going to make myself go blind tonight.
Hello kitten, you'll never know what it's like to be me when I'm curled at your feet,
I thought you were perfect but that racist joke just made it all bitter sweet.
Won't you slap me around and make my lips a bit swollen so we can spend a day off work,
Won't you cut up my arm and lock it in a suitcase, cause love is coming in spurts, I'm so fucking happy it hurts. Destroyed Cowboy Falls And she's dancing with me tonight, I am happy,
As I tread on her feet tonight, I am happy.
And the wicked spell of the alcohol has closed up my mind and opened my wounds,
But the glorious art of the prettiest girl that god ever made has healed them back up.
1500 men couldn't build a monument to her beauty, to her nature,
20,000 men will slit their wrists over her and this destroyed cowboy has fallen for her.
And if her hand touched my face tonight then I'm blessed,
And if I had to decide between life without her and death, no contest.
And the wicked thoughts of my poisonous mind have been cured for tonight everything is alright,
And my heart is cocooned in a paper thin shell that she cradles in her arms. A Hymn for the Coffee Bless the coffee that passes between her lips,
‘cause the caffeine gives the woman a nervous twitch.
When she crossed those big white thighs, what I saw could hardly have been intended.
And her skirted suit it implies to me,
She should not chastise so callously,
As the woman who shared my bed and wiped my brow for the past three years.
And my true love don't drink her coffee like her,
Don't wear lipstick like her,
My true love, she is cursed.
And my true love don't swing her hips like her,
Not got those sassy curls,
My true love, she is cursed.
Hope the morning coffee does the trick,
Hope it clears my mind makes the day more worth it,
Cause the devil in me and the deep blue sea are entwined as on since that girl winked at me.
Mary Lee
Mother is fucked up, Father is fucked up,
But they're not as fucked up as me.
This dear has trestles hanging to her ankles,
This dear's far wiser than me.
'What's that sound?', the sound of Mary Lees heart breaking,
She used to be my one and only true love,
'What's that sound?', the sound of Mars and Venus clashing,
every time that girl hitches up her skirt,
She and me should drink more whiskey,
Oh Mary Lee forgive me I am tempted, I am tempted.
She and I should drink more wine,
Mary Lee all this time I've been thinking of drinking with another.
On line 22, of page 36 of the book she was reading contained both our names.
I took this to mean we were meant to be and I would be leaving my sweet Mary Lee.
The Hymn for all the Things We Didn't Do
Even if you feel it, even if it's heartfelt,
Even if it's true,
I don't want to hear those words from you.
I don't want to hear you say we're through.
The aperture was set all wrong,
On the only photo I have , with your hair long.
And now I feel I just can't go on.
I don't want to hear those words from you.
I don't want to hear you say we're through.
We didn't ache enough, spent our days not getting up and now I sing a hymn for all the things we didn't do,
We didn't work enough, avoided all the tricky stuff and kept our problems underneath the duvet with our hearts.
Sharing baths in wintertime, taking drugs during the daytime,
Visiting the coastline,
I will sing a hymn for the things we didn't do.
I will sing a hymn for the things we didn't do.
To Hide a Little Thought
Lyrics by Jonathon Richman
The Science Fiction
Eating all the right food, taking all the right pills, turning on the TV,
Just trying to make the days a little shorter so the night comes quicker when I see you.
But the food doesn't work, and the pills don't work and the silence hurts,
Can't make myself fitter for you no matter how I try.
And the science fiction helps just a little, numbs a little piece of me,
And the noise from the neighbours helps just a little,
Stops me from missing you.
And the stabbing in my heart it starts once too often,
why won't you soften those blows?
Cause what you do to me stays with me,
Oh Honey I can't wait till your with me,
I need your body underneath me, every single night.
All my soul record spin on the Hifi, make me feel like god is within me, but he's not, it's a lie, I am empty.
When you're gone, it's all wrong, need your hips in my hands,
Need your lips on my neck right now.
Twisting Mary's Arm
Now that I've communicated everything I feel I think I'll go,
You never really listened and I couldn't have expected you to know,
And now I hate everybody and everybody hates me guess I should have known.
The truth is an objective, only the strong hearted people know.
Well the girl kissed me, cause she had rocks in her head.
She had petals in her shoes, and me within her arms.
And she sung many hymns, which I couldn't understand.
She was breaking God's heart, I was twisting Mary's arm.
Now that I'm expecting everything I didn't think would ever come,
My heart is big and swollen and my lips are torn and bruised from having fun.
There's no light inside this damp and squalid temple that we call your heart.
We are the prettiest of sinners, we've the filthiest, the dirtiest of laughs.
She said I would fail, she said I would not succeed.
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Other Information
 “A compilation of a-sides, b-sides, rarities and unreleased songs.” Three of the songs were recorded in sessions for the BBC's Steve Lamacq, and one for John Peel. The rest are various b-sides, one off singles, and rare tracks from EP's. I might as well admit it now that this was done for the money really. The problem arose out of the fact that we wanted Jack to become a proper member of the band rather than a waged musician. This meant that Too Pure needed to find more money so after much arguing the solution was this album
 Not that I regret doing it at all, I like to think of it as a proper album and not as a compilation it contains more of the live favourites than any other record we did. We tried hard to not make it a rip off so we included songs that were generally hard to find and put on two completely unreleased one.
'Twisting Mary's Arm' is a very old song that dates back to one of mine and Ant's old bands; 'Big Boys Toys', with changed lyrics.
 The song isn't about anything just a nonsensical collection of words. It was the song we used to finish ninety percent of the shows with. Sometimes I felt funny singing those lyrics to a crowd though, it sounded like I was being very ungrateful.
The other new song is the Science Fiction. It's possible to date my love of analogue synthesizers back to this song as this was the first time we used one. The synth was the EMS VCS3 from the BBC radiophonic workshop and was undoubtedly used on Doctor Who and Blakes Seven so perfect for the song.
Christian Girls, Coffee and Lee Remick are all new versions of old songs. Though I think only Lee Remick succeeds in being better than the original I particularly like the ending with the backing vocals and Jack's steel. Mary Lee was remixed from the original recording and 'things we didn't do' is a different and better version from a BBC session.
These photos from the promotional shoot are funny though. It's as if overnight we changed from this pasty indie band into some drink fuelled rock band which in a way was true.
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