deadbeat
written and recorded by peter pick
peter
pick: guitars,
vocals, drum programming.
richard
miles: unfeasibly
sustained guitar (5&12).
let
me down
ah. the thing you do….
don’t see how to say what i see in you
can’t say what i see in you
now
i don’t know how….
don’t know how i got what i daredn’t want
don’t know what i’ve got if i haven’t got you
oo. the thing you do.
and it’s so unlikely
that you shine so brightly now
and you so incite me
but you won’t invite me round
and i can’t believe it
how you always let me down
let me down
i don’t think that it’s free what we’re feeling here
don’t know what i’m seeing here
can i be what i’m being here?
don’t know how to feel what i’m feeling here
i don’t know how to be with you
could you be what I’m seeing here?
and it’s so unlikely
that you shine so brightly now
and you’re so inside me
but you won’t invite me round
and i can’t believe it
how you always let me down
let me down.
don’t know how i got what i daredn’t want
don’t know if I want it or not
don’t know what I’ve got.
just
can’t stand it
i know that i’ve heard this before
i must have done it’s such a bore
it’s in the car or in the war
i just can’t stand it anymore
i just can’t stand it anymore
of all the flesh i’ve had to fry
i saw you coming through the door
i feel so bored that i could die
i feel so bored that i could die
there’s less to this than meets the eye
i wouldn’t want to see you cry
i wouldn’t like to see you try
i feel so bored that I could die
i feel so bored that I could die
i saw you walk across that floor
you know you can’t pretend you’re shy
i just can’t stand it anymore
i just can’t stand it anymore
decoupling
where we go, it’s troubling,
coming closer and huddling
though you know now
all the songs we sing
look at us though;
decoupling.
where we go, i’m wondering
getting older and struggling
do you know how it’s happening?
here we go now:
decoupling.
though you know now
all the songs we sing
here we go now:
decoupling.
think
think.
all the things she’ll be
all the time she’ll have
all the friends she’ll see
when she is without you
you
come to understand
there’s nothing underhand
somehow something slipped away
she goes right through the day
she doesn’t even think about you
she doesn’t even think about you
never
coming home
it’s you i’m dreaming of
it’s you i’m dreaming of
your teeth are stained with love
i’m never coming home
to you.
uncanny
i love you
i love you like a private case
cinder blocks and packing crates
like living in a carapace
a car-park just past cyberspace
like americans love real estate
the shape inside the furnace
or the binding of the glue
i love you
i love you like a cylinder
or some platonic fantasy
i can’t see and i can’t say
i haven’t got a clue
it’s uncanny though, the way you turn your cheek
it’s uncanny, just to hear you speak
i love you
i love you like a private case
like living in a sacred place
a sacred place
breathe
standing at the harbour
pack upon her back
she ain’t going nowhere
she is never coming back
standing in the corner
waiting for a call
you know if you don’t tell her
she ain’t coming back at all
sitting in the kitchen
talking to friend
you know if you don’t kiss her
you will never breathe again
time
i wasted
love i tasted
love i wasted
all the time i wasted on you
all the time i wasted on you
i could have spent it down the pub
all the time i wasted on you
all the time i wasted on you
all the time i wasted on you
i could have spent it down the pub
i might have drunk myself to death
drunk myself to death
drunk myself to death
drunk myself to death by now
i might have drunk
drunk myself to death
drunk myself to death
drunk myself to death by now
all the time i wasted on you
all the time i wasted on you…..
all the time i wasted on you
all the time i wasted on you
i could have spent it by myself
all the time i wasted on you
time i waited
time i wasted.
even
there
she says she’d never loved you
she says she’d never cared
but how’s she even going to know that
when she wasn’t even there?
mmm she wasn’t even there
she wasn’t even there
how’s she even going to know that
when she wasn’t even there?
she has the instincts of a showman
and the figure of a pear
how’s she gonna start a romance
when she isn’t even there?
oo she isn’t even there
she isn’t even there
how’s she gonna start a romance
when she isn’t even there?
she tells you she fucked jimi hendrix
she says he let her cut his hair
but she was off her head on lemsip
and she wasn’t even there
ooh she wasn’t even there
she wasn’t even there
she was off her head on lemsip
and she wasn’t even there.
sure i saw her down the disco
training up a dancing bear
she was knocking back the bisto
like she wasn’t even there
ooh she wasn’t even there
she wasn’t even there
she was knocking back the bisto
like she wasn’t even there.
so you told her really gently
that you think it only fair
that she should give you back the bentley
but she wasn’t even there
on the night the key was stolen
as the tanks rolled through the square
she swears she was invading
she says she wasn’t even there
well you might think that you may find her
underneath her underwear
but you will only meet her minder
because she isn’t even there.
it’s a lie in any language
ineluctable as air
still she grips her head in anguish
though she wasn’t even there
oh she wasn’t even there
she wasn’t even there
still she grips her head in anguish
although she wasn’t even there.
she says she’d never loved you
she says she’d never cared
but how’s she even going to know that
when she wasn’t even there?
oh she wasn’t even there…
the
angels
let me put you on hold
your call is important to god
you’re all so important to god
your cause is important to god
of course you’re important to god
your call is important to god
your call is important to god
the angels are listening.
your call is important to god
don’t feel ignored, for our agents are hastening
your call is important to god
please hold the line
the angels are listening.
please hold the line, there are angels approaching.
your call is important to god
don’t feel ignored for our agents are hastening
your call is important to god
please hold the line there are angels approaching
your call is important to god
please be assured that the angels are listening
your call is important to god
you are held in a queue while his love is prepared for you
your call is important to god
don’t feel ignored for our agents are hastening
your call is important to god
please hold the line there are angels approaching
your call is important to god
please be assured that the angels are listening
the angels
the angels……….
please excuse me, tell me, who’s that calling?
the angels are falling, falling
your call is important to god
don’t feel ignored for our agents are hastening
you’re all so important to god
please hold the line there are angels approaching
your call is important to god
please feel assured that the angels are listening
your cause is important to god…….
the
gatefold dead
the ancient popstars drone along
we always make them sing that single song
they may be trying hard to break another tune
but we can’t hear it right it seems all wrong
the gatefold dead have passed away
the eightfold path led them astray
the good die young because the good die soon
the gatefold path led them astray
i never liked them anyway
it’s fat and grumpy we all applaud
the devil’s scrotum and an oily fraud
i’ve lost my innocence but not my sense of smell
he played the solo on ouija board
his consciousness came round today
it took the drugs and ran away
the young die good because the good die soon
from dozy ickenham to seething santa fé
the gatefold path has led us all astray
nobody
knows
silly me, why did i start to cry?
silly me, i can’t remember why….
silly me, why did i start to cry?
as for me, nobody knows but you
as for me, nobody knows but you
i don’t know why we fight
all the wrong doesn’t make it right
as for me, nobody knows but you
as for me, nobody knows but you
we’re alone, nobody else can see
we’re alone, nobody else can see
as for you, nobody knows but me
as for you, nobody knows but me
after you, nobody else for me
after you, nobody else for me….
uncanny
3
i love you
i love you
i love you like a private case
like cinder blocks and packing crates
i love you
i love you
like living in a carapace
a car-park just past cyberspace
like americans love real estate
the shape inside the furnace
or the binding of the glue
i love you
i love you like a cylinder
or some platonic fantasy
i can’t see and i can’t say
i haven’t got a clue
it’s uncanny though, the way you turn your cheek
it’s uncanny,
just to hear you speak
just to hear you speak
i love you
like living in a sacred place
it’s uncanny though
it’s uncanny though (don’t you think so?)
it’s uncanny though you know
it’s uncanny though you know
it’s uncanny though, the way you turn your cheek
it’s uncanny, just to hear you speak
just to hear you speak