GBH - Discography - 'Live In Japan'

Live In Japan

Give Me Fire / New Decade / The Seed Of Madness
Checkin' Out / Mass Production
Just In Time For The Epilogue / C. U. Bleed
Drugs Party In 526 / I Am The Hunted / Sick Boy
City Baby Attacked By Rats / City Babys Revenge
Race Against Time / Knife Edge
Necrophilia / Moonshine / Freak

I remember that this record just 'appeared' in my local record shop somewhat unannounced. There were several in this 'series' with releases from The Exploited and Chaos UK in addition to this one. The late Joe Montanaro provided the dumming here and what you get is a pretty well produced rendition of some greatest hits plus the (then) new releases from the likes of the A Fridge Too Far and From Here To Reality albums.

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Give Me Fire

Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

Smoke and fire are burning bright, we'll set the tinderbox alight.
Rising from the ashes the phoenix lives, life and death the red flame gives.

Give me fire, on which I feed, give me fire, 'cus it's a need.
Real fine, I can tell, real fine really burns in hell.

Take a breath the heat surmounts, your mind wanders, you have your doubts.
Brain goes numb, in the heat, body glows, you cling to your seat.

It's on my head if I burn, sit next to me and take your turn.
Don't blame the flame by which I'm fuelled, one day by fire we'll all be ruled.

New Decade

Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

From the slums to the suburbs there's a rallying cry,
people are kicking authority, blacking its eye.
It's sure time to party when your freedom comes,
flowers poking out of the barrels of guns.

Like a punch-drunk fighter, I see your power fade,
talking your place in this mad, mad, mad parade.
You pulled the pin from the last hand-grenade,
.. .. It's the start of a new decade.

You'll get your liberation from the soldiers and the cops,
the new wall is built and that is where the buck stops.
The underground has risen, select a chosen few.
So throw out the old, bring in the new.

You've over-run the ignorant, the bigots and the fools,
burnin' in the decadence .. the new mob rules.

The Seed Of Madness

Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

When your head's exploding and yor vision blurred,
the teasing torture when anger is spurred.
When the bats in your belfry won't let you sleep,
incessant insomnia or does it go more deep ?

Yet it's in all of us, catch me if I fall.
The seed of madness, the seed of madness.
It's in your body, a genetic cruelty,
seed of madness, seed of madness.

Into the abyss between love and hate,
happiness don't come on a plate.
Hold your head up high and breathe in hope,
Else you'll find yourself dangling on the end of a rope.

In the midnight hour when your body screams,
make sure those voices are in your dreams.
With a knife in her back and blood on your hands,
your twisted mind just can't comprehend.

Checkin' Out

Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

I'm in the wrong place, my face doesn't fit,
and I said "Motherfucker" when the bullet hit.
I bit on deep, I bit on hard,
all we got left now are memories and scars.

Think you're hard done by ?
at least you're alive.
See the guy checkin' out of Room 705.
Checkin' out now, checkin out the (Rat Race baby).

The squeakers are coming, contagious appeal,
I've had enough now, how do you feel ?
The shotguns are scary, the fireworks are fun,
Every day we take a call,
then another curtain call.

Mass Production

Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

Was it you who took the money,
to the land of milk and honey ?
Your past is catching up on you,
put it on a conveyor belt.
The chips are down, the cards are dealt,
you won't be calling trumps no more.

Everone's getting decent,
and that's what I regret.
Don't want no mass production,
don't want no mass production blues.

I believe in quality,
liberate the quantity.
Not like battery hens in a cage,
the self-help seekers soldier on.
They won't stop 'till the war is won,
got no industrial spies 'round here.

One a penny, two a penny,
blocking up all the roads.
One a penny, two a penny,
trucks are ditching their loads.
Piling 'em here, piling 'em there,
blocking out the light of the sun.
One a penny, two a penny,
and that's just about as cheap as they come.

Your brand new name ain't no good,
I never ever thought it would.
Just another snake in the grass,
your cheapskate brain waves schemes,
are just a fantasy of your brains,
wake up it's the 20th Century.

Just In Time For The Epilogue

Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

Out of the frying pan, into the microwave.
I need my fill, gotta satisfy my craves.

I missed out again, 'cus I ain't had enough,
When the tough go shoppin', the shoppin' gets tough.

I don't wanna be treated like a dog,
I don't wanna be lost in smoke and fog.
I don't wanna be treated like a dog,
don't wanna be just in time for the epilogue.

Give me a break, don't give me no abuse.
If you carry on, I'm gonna blow a fuse.

Just gire me one more day.
I'll make up tme for sure.
I know I'm sick inside,
so help me find a cure.

Procrastination's stealing all my time.
What the story, will everything turn out fine ?

See You Bleed

Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

You were there, when I needed a place to crash,
I had no money, you gave me all your cash.
You're my burning sun in my darkest hour,
you're the problems I can't solve.
Soaking up all your radiation, it's around you I revolve.

You cleanse my soul when you mop my brow.

Your sweet flesh is what I need ..
I cut myself and see you bleed.
For your love I have a greed,
I cut myself and see you bleed (on the razors edge).

It's dark and I'm desperate, I'm broke and I'm hungry.
It's cold and I'm freezing, It's hot and I'm sweating.

You don't get pity in a cut throat world,
go and live in the city and find yourself a girl.
Make sure she's pretty and you like her curves,
but you don't pity in a cut throat world.

You've picked me up every time I've fallen down,
mended my bones when they've cracked .. without a sound.
You balance my scales when they start to tip, if the level ever drops.
Filling my head with point blank advice,
pulling me back on top.

Sick Boy

Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

I'm strapped into my bed, electrodes in my head.
My nerves are really bad, it's the best time I ever had.

I'm a sick boy and there's no cure.
I'm a sick boy, there should be more.

But I'm happy the way I am, like a sardine in a can.
People taking notes, people in white coats.

I see school girls everywhere, short skirts and pigtailed hair.
But why must I suffer, for being a gymslip lover ?

City Baby Attacked By Rats

Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

The memory lingers on when you were the same as us.
Three months old a child, still you lived off love and fuss.

City baby, city baby, city baby attacked by rats.

Residing in a squalid place, it can't be too much fun.
Your brain is getting eaten away by the rat living in your skull.

A mutant at the age of one, a human rodent cabbage.
It's hard to think a tiny thing can do that much damage.

City Babys Revenge

Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

There was a City Baby, Attacked By Rats.
Their little teeth, they gnawed and hacked ..

He grew and he fought back ..
put those rats back in their traps.
City Babys .. Revenge

Survive he did, but only just.
Now for revenge, he has a lust.

No rats are safe, when he is there.
A Pied Piper .. with a grudge to bear.

Race Against Time

Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

Put us on a life support machine from the day we're born,
didn't realise it was just our dawn.
By the media we've been accepted, but in reality still rejected.

From the start it won't last,
but now that's all in the past.
Never admit to being wrong,
five years on and we're still going strong.

Given a year to pack up and die,
take the taking, run and hide.
Said 'race against time', thought it was clever,
time is immortal and we're forever.

So five years on and we should be dead,
new ideas in the same old head.
Don't need help, don't need a tutor,
you're our past and we're your future.
It's a race against time, but whose racing ?
'Cus we've already won.

Knife Edge

Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

On the streets they're after me,
won't let me go, won't let me be.
This opression is screwing my head,
if I ain't careful I'll end up dead.

I'm living my life ..
.. I'm living my life on the edge of a knife.

Loving her was the mistake I made,
defending her honour with a steel blade.
Three on to one just isn't fair ..
but now they're in intensive care.

So now I'm running all over the world,
all because of a stupid girl.
But I've gotta carry on, I've gotta be brave,
else I'll end up in my grave.

Necrophilia

Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

Make love to you your eyes are closed,
your body is rotting it's decomposed.
Your hair straggled in a spider's web ..
you're dead.

No remorse ..
screw the corpse.

Your clothes are in a state of decay,
just like you they're thrown away.
Your body's filled with lava flies,
why oh why did you have to die ?

I come and see you every night,
unlike my girl you don't put up a fight.
I'm close to you, put flowers on your womb ..
'cos I was born in your womb.

Moonshine Song

Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

I grew up in the deep South, and wore dungarees.
We lived in a little shack, and ate bacon grease.
I slept with my sister, and she slept with my Pa.
It didn't bother my mother, 'cus we kept him in a jar.

I ain't got no moonshine, I ain't got no wife.
Oh Lord help me, rebuild my life.
Since I was a young boy, travelled far from home.
Oh Lord don't let me die on my own.

I ended up in prison, down in Tennessee.
There were 14 bad dudes, in the cell with me.
I felt so dirty, I felt like a pig.
Got raped in the showers by Mr Big.

Now my life's nearly over, it's been a pain.
And my eyes are getting bad, I didn't see that train.
Now as I lay dying, I hear coyote hoots.
But it's two drunk Indians, and they've stole my boots.

Freak

Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

You're a freak I guess you know .. ..
you're belong in a side-show.
The shape of your head, length of your neck,
on the whole you're a fucking wreck.

Freak .. of nature, freak, god I hate yer ..

You get victimised wherever you go,
and you're too thick to even know.
You grow uglier everyday,
it's not your fault you look that way.

But you've got friends and lots of money ..
behind your back they think you're funny.
Sticking to you like a lot of leeches,
disregarding your grotesque features.