More Christian Girls Now I believe the angels taunt my laughs and bless my sighs,
Oh god is my crutch and my need is such I want to smell all the sheets where she lies,
Her sermon is a burden and I cower and crave all the love she gives to others in spades,
She is wisdom, she is light, she is all that's in between.
Christian girls should be kept pristine and totally devoid of pain, she won't here my refrain.
Gloria's freckles just titter and tease and they're no bloody use to me.
Scribble to a note that is tacked to my door is a list of all the traits in men I abhor like looking at the hemlines of the young pretty ladies when they should be looking at their lips,
And no matter how hard I pray my bed still stays empty,
No matter how hard I pray my soul remains untouched.
It's a shame that she feels this way, I want to kiss all her fingers today.
Normal Molly She made me sweat, she made me swoon.
Oh she put me off my food.
And when her boyfriend left the room,
She showed me her tattoo.
The girls wear roll necks, the boys wear button-downs and they sit and they frown,
As she leads me to her room.
And now she's taking her clothes off before me,
She has the skinniest elbows I've ever seen.
And once our bodies are warm we'll be shaking our peaches we'll be twisting till dawn,
We both know what we're doing but we don't care, but we don't care.
And if she reads Daily Mail I will leave her,
And if she smokes too much pot I will leave her,
When she says she is skint I believe her,
And Christ only knows how I need her.
The girls wear hipsters the boys wear jeans,
They don't understand what I mean when I say she's too good for me.
China Crisis Its not the spiritual, its not the intellectual,
Its not the merely pitiful, that makes me feel this way.
Its not the walk that I take through the park to her place,
It's the breath she takes in-between the words her mouth makes.
Oh curse my mind for not ceasing my mouth when the moment was perfect.
She said 'Shut up, wake up, I can smell the coffee why can't you when its so near',
She said 'Hold it, embrace, it these feelings are so real but you just choose to ignore them.'
More like a sister to me, when she was 23,
She drew a picture of me, the likeness was uncanny.
We bless the notes in margins, in the books from the libraries,
They tell us what to feel, how to love and when to heal.
Oh curse my mind for not ceasing my mouth when the moment was perfect.
She said 'Shut up, wake up, I can smell the coffee why can't you when its so near',
She said 'Hold it, embrace, it these feelings are so real but you just choose to ignore them.'
She said 'Screw it, just leave it, the moment was perfect but it won't be for much longer.'
Goethe's Letter to Vic Chesnutt
Lyrics by The New Bad Things
My Art College Days Are Over When I'm feeling sad, she is feeling nothing.
When she's on the land , I am underwater;
Swimming to the devil in the hope that the words that she stole from my mouth will be placed right back.
When I'm underfed, she is being gluttonous,
Eating all the cakes that I cooked with a passion.
I wish that her waste was the size that it was and the taste in her mouth was something like it used to be.
And the girl on the bus used the same soap as her and she stopped and she looked and I had to turn away,
Whilst we were getting laid,
I was happiest that way.
And the girl on the train used the same hairspray,
But she looked and I blushed and I had to turn away,
It's getting desperate these days,
Oh my art college days are over.
I always stay up late, and get up even later,
I wish I had the cash to start to redecorate,
The smoked stained walls and the wine stained carpets,
Like my food stained jumpers are reminders of incompetence.
Oh I should be ashamed of letting things go this way.
Wicker Girl Sit down, shock is better taken with bent knees,
Shock is better taken with sugary tea,
What you said to me was rotten and nasty.
And if I can I'm going to build myself a wicker girl,
And fill it with used tissues,
When I burn it I will think of you.
This house is not a home now that your gone,
And your hearts no longer welcome in my bed.
Blessed is something you'll always be,
Like catholic girls and Scottish malt whiskey,
What you do to me is no longer healthy.
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Other Information
 Spain was very important to us and by this time we were spending a lot of time playing there. We thought we'd make a record solely for the Spanish market. It kind of backfired though in that British fans go mad trying to get this rarity when it really just contains songs that you can find else where.
 The photos on this page are all from the epic French, Spanish, American tour, which like I said on the Christian Girls entry nearly finished the band off. It's not that I think its particular clever to drink or take drugs to excess, and I'm pretty sure we let the audience down a few times, but that's the way it was. These photos are from top to bottom, the band in Renne France, Ant in Renne, Darren and John in Majorca, John, Antony and Jack in Majorca. A funny thing happened when we played this festival near Renne. We had a day off and the organizers of the festival asked us if we wanted to play a show for the staff of the party, we agreed but the party turned out to be a birthday party of this (very) mad Hefner fan and his ten mates. The show ended up being a karaoke performance with this guy doing most of the lead vocals with his favourite band.
 This top photo is from that party and is of me and Gez our tour manager for this part of the trip who it must be said did nothing to stop and everything to encourage the debauchery on the road. Memorably in Vigo he drove the tour bus into six lanes of oncoming traffic.
Another Vigo story; it became a running joke that in Spain the promoter always takes the band to his brother in laws restaurant. As soon as we got to the place, the chef wanted to know who Jack was, making sure he got the best seat, the best food , the best wine etc. It turned out that he had found Jack's tour diary on the internet and found some disparaging comments about food on the road and thus took him to be some kind of food critic.
The last three pictures are Jack in Washington, Luis, Mark and Jesus from our spanish record company and a no-smoking sign from America.
Despite everything I managed to give up smoking on this tour!
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