Limpwristed / Future Fugitives / Too Much Iroquois
/ Guns & Guitars / Horror Story Midnight Madness And Beyond Chance For
Living The Seed Of Madness Sam Is Your Leader / Home Come / Blood
Well it may come as a surprise to some people but this is one of my
favourite GBH albums. Whilst it must be said that it needs to be played on a
powerful Hi-Fi to get the best out of the sound, I think that this album really
is a classic. The seemingly pedestrian opener 'Limpwristed' shouldn't fool
anyone, there are a number of high speed tracks which follow. I get the
feeling listening to this LP that it was somewhat influenced by the experiences
of the band whilst touring abroad. A massive appreciation for the politer
aspects of Japanese society contrast with the subtle barbs towards the hostile
attitude of the Canadian immigration authoritites .. "We're not a gang of
international terrorists, we're just a band who's come to play a show" .. a
comment as sadly relevant in '99 as it was in '86 judging by the band's recent
experiences whilst touring that continent
Limpwristed
Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams
I can't see smoke hanging like a noose in the sky.
I can't see death lurking, only you and I.
We're small cogs in a big machine,
wake up son 'cos it's no dream.
Go .. ..
Wake up the whole worlds gone ,
wake up the whole worlds gone,
wake up the whole worlds gone ..
.. gone limpwristed.
Genders, bend over for me,
nothing can hide your bland puppetry.
We ain't got your elegant grace,
got gravel in our guts and spit in your face.
Do you really believe you can corrupt the youth ?
Credit them with more, they know the truth.
Stay out of the way, don't keep in touch,
'cos reality hurts like a kick in the crotch.
Future Fugitives
Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams
Hey, hey, did you hear the news today ?
Someone just got killed in Boston.
Say, say, you'll get to hear it anyway,
they smoked him out with a gas bomb.
Future fugitives, future fugitives,
You're getting in the way.
Future fugitives, future fugitives,
No time to have your say.
When, when will the streets be safe walk ?
With none there to harm me.
Why, why, should we listen to the talk,
the blind are leading those who can see.
Now, now, is the time we've gotta act,
and save our skins from desruction.
Go, go and seal the pact,
stop the forthcoming eruption.
Too Much
Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams
Well I've got a real hot feelin',
in this real cold world.
I'm in love, with a humongous girl.
She sleeps all day in a ruined church,
night time comes, she's got me in her lurch.
Still air explosions with her silent touch,
oh, oh, I want her too much.
Too much (ah I want her too much),
too much - humongous.
She's got an evil eye and a wicked streak.
And when she kisses me, you bet my knees turn weak.
She'll eat you up and spit out your bones,
don't look far 'cos I'll be gone.
Iroquois
Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams
Well we're all packed up and we're Iroquois bound,
tuning our ears for the F.M. sound.
We got a million problems, we're on our way,
44th, New York, U.S.A.
That big crazy city don't blink an eye,
anytime we pass by.
It just keeps strechting up so high,
like a rocket, shooting, to the sky.
Iroquois ! Iroquois !
Special Branch got their feelers out,
our names and addresses 'cos we're in doubt.
Down the corridor, keep in lane,
find the worst seats on the plane.
Find a tacky statue three inches high,
dirty rain falls from a dirty sky.
On the corner of the street there's a big black fella' ..
trying to sell me an umberalla.
Get the Kraut boys round for a smoke an' a beer,
there's gotta be a pizza delivery near.
Call the barf patrol, there's a stain on the floor,
a weeks P.D's for the bathroom floor.
Guns & Guitars
Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams
Some get kicks by kicking people,
some get high by talking down.
I get mine somewhere in-between,
dumb attitudes make me frown.
There are no guns, there's just guitars,
shooting down the hopeful stars.
But it's dog eat dog in this old game,
honesty don't always get you fame.
We're up here looking for adventure,
crazy apes on a wicked trapeze.
Entertaining for entertainment,
a two-way mirror reflecting ease.
So please don't let us dominate you,
don't let your heads get in a whirl.
We're just devils craving sympathy,
save us from the big bad world.
Horror Story
Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams
Now I'm in love with the Texas Chain Saw Massacre,
I'm in love with the wolfman and his pal Dracula.
There's horror all about me, horror everywhere,
I love it when those vampire bats get tangled in my hair.
Your not safe, you won't escape my horror story.
Feel a chill then it's you I kill in my horror story.
Shivers down your spine, shivers down your spine,
shivers down your spine all of the time.
Shivers down your spine, shivers down your spine,
turns your blood to wine.
Now I live in a big house, the one on haunted hill,
and I knew Dr Jekyll, before he got ill.
I went to school with Mummy, and the Hunchback of Notre Dame,
Frankenstein was often seen there, unlike the invivisible man.
At the local gig on Friday, the zombies all would dance,
and eat the eyes of the DJ, who put them in a trance.
The man in the iron mask was shooting pool up top,
said "Don't get up to Duran Duran, get down to the Bellend Bop".
Midnight Madness And Beyond .. ..
Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams
(USA) Staring through the boring Monatana skyline,
wishing that this journey would come to an end.
Rolling stoned I'm listing to the gussler,
I want a wash, I wanna' phone my friend.
When the sun comes down, we enter our forbidden zone.
When the sun comes down, you can't reach us on the phone.
Oh no, oh no, bang the drum, beat the gong ..
Midnight madness and beyond ..
(Japan) I'm only five foot eight but I'm a giant,
Ginseng roots have many mystic powers.
Bowing so much that my back is getting sore,
there's lots of gifts, lots of lovely flowers.
(Canada) Now it seems that this lot don't want us,
blingual forms to fill before we go.
We're not a gang of international terrorists,
we're just a band that's come to play a show.
So beat the drum and bang the gong,
midnight madness and beyond .. ..
Chance For Living
Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams
All the girls wanna' look so pretty,
all the boys wanna' be so cute.
With the holes in their jeans,
say they wanna' learn to shoot.
You don't need no judge and jury,
just vibrate to the sound of fury.
You only get only get one chance for living,
you get too many times to die.
Choose your medicine wisely now,
once you get up, just stay high.
All the haves ignore the have-nots,
those with can't see without.
Where reality is King, and you know the fault,
it can house a volcano of doubt.
Everyone's always talking,
and no-one seems to be giving.
Well the sowing of the seed, should compensate,
for suffering the pain of living.
The Seed Of Madness
Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams
When your head's exploding and your 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.
Sam Is Your Leader
Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams
Bring me your poor, give me your weak,
'cos I can make strong, the man who can't speak.
I'm out on my own in the field of life,
harvesting souls for your children and wife.
Sam is your leader,
the eagle has flown.
He's making mountains,
out of skin and bone.
Sam is your leader,
the eagle is here.
I'd like to hate you ..
but I love you dear.
A nation of nations where wisdom are pearls,
the lip of anger is starting to curl.
The immigrants rally, hand on their hearts,
bearing the load that's stacked on the cart.
In the Tinsel Town country where a cowboy is king,
a fortified pheonix takes to the wing.
Defending old glory and turning invader,
Liberties torch is a hand held Grenada.
How Come
Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams
How come we suffer 'cos your paranoid ?
How come we fill that gap in your void ?
How come come there's so many starving in the world ?
How come a swollen belly ain't fun for boys and girls ?
How come, how come, yeah how come ?
How come, how come, yeah how come ?
How come, how come, yeah how come ?
How come there's people dying in holy wars ?
How come the rich rub salt into our sores ?
How come you hound us over our little vices ?
How come you need us to get you out of a crisis ?
How come the powers that be close another plant ?
How come eternal school kids are getting a bigger grant ?
How come so many leaders speaking in forked tongues ?
How come the evil prosper ?
How come the good die young ?
Blood
Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams
Every road leads to somewhere,
the way to hell is paved with good intentions.
Looking at the blackness,
there's an evil eye beaming down on me.
My brain implodes with torture,
as my baby sleeps silently by me.
Prickly heat I just can't sleep,
the cool night air is beckoning.
And I've gotta taste blood tonight,
I've gotta taste blood tonight,
I've gotta taste blood tonight,
fever burns deep, down inside.
I've gotta taste blood tonight,
I've gotta taste blood tonight,
You'd better run 'cos you sure can't hide.
The world has lost its meaning,
a rat trap maze with no big cheese.
Energy drains to nowhere,
my get up and go just got up and gone.
This can't be for real,
amnesia churns inside my head.
Frost glaze on the floor,
reflects the truth by which I fear.
