The Campaign For Real Rock

Don't try so hard to be different
The cracks are beginning to show
You drift like a cloud
Through the festival crowd
In a frock coat from Saville Row
You've just been to an all-night party
Where I have to admit it takes pluck
To go out of the floor
And proclaim 'What a bore'
In a T-shirt that reads 'Disco Sucks'
Yes, here he comes, the not-so-young
Pretender to the throne
He's singing 'Rag, Momma, Rag'
Won't you give that poor dog a bone?
And he's wondering why we can't connect
When he's sworn to us that he's totally wrecked
On the rustic charm that he affects
On a public schoolboy whim
With a raggle taggle plastic gypsy
Robert Zimmerframe
With a synthesized accordian
A-scramblin' up my brain
With a fiddle-dee-dee 
A fiddle on high
Excuse me folks while I kiss the sky
Or at any rate give it one more try
Before I die
Before I die

The overrated hit the stage
Overpaid and over here
And their idea on counter-culture's
Momma's charge accounts at Sears
And they're wondering why we can't connect
With the ritual of the trashed guitar
One more paltry empty gesture
The ashes of a burned out star
Yes here they come, both old and young
A contact low or high
The gathering of the tribes descending
Vultures from a caustic sky
The rotting carcase of July
an ugly sun hung out to dry
Your gorgeous hippy dreams are dying
Your frazzled brains are putrifying
Repackaged, sold and sanitized
The devil's music exorcised
You live, you die, you lie, you lie, you die
Perpetuate the lie
Just perpetuate the lie

Yes yes yes it's the summer festival
The truly detestable
Summer festival

A Girl Like You

I've never known a girl like you before  
Now just like in a song from days of yore
Here you come a-knockin', knockin' on my door
And I've never met a girl like you before

You give me just a taste, so I want more
Now my hands are bleeding and my knees are raw
'Cause now you've got me
Crawlin' crawlin' on the floor
And I've never known a girl like you before

You've made me acknowledge the devil in me
I hope to God I'm talkin' metaphorically
I hope that I'm talkin' allegorically
Know that I'm talkin' about the way I feel 
And I've never known a girl like you before
Never, never, never, never
Never known a girl like you before

This old town's changed so much
Don't feel that I belong
Too many protest singers, not enough protest songs
And now you've come along, yes, you've come along
And I never met a girl like you before

Low Expectation

So you set on your own
You shut up shop
You're leaving home
You see no need to settle down
In the crippled crook
Of your earthbound town
And you've been down this road before
Which is not to say you're bored
Or that you shouldn't want for more
It's just your expectations
Should be lower

There must be something more than this
More than ideal homes
Or domestic bliss
What is there left for you to do?
Because you've seen the future
and it's nothing new
And you've been on this road before
Which is not to say you're bored
Or that you've shouldn't want for more
It's just your expectation
Should be lower.

North of Heaven

Don't pretend that you don't know me
If you mean to offend me 
Then you're doing pretty well
And how convincingly you've shown me
That the love I thought was built to last
Is now an empty shell

Things can only get better
What's around the corner 
Who can tell?
I'll built a little place just north of heaven
I'm kinda tired of living south of hell

Don't assume you can ignore me
You'd best bite your lip in case I
Make it after all
And how contemptuously you've shown me
That all my aspirations
Were so paltry and so small

Things can only get better
What's around the corner 
Who can tell?
I'll build a little place just north of heaven
I'm kinda tired of living south of hell

Some mother's talking 'bout Guns 'n' Roses
As if I give a fuck
At best I think they suck
I'm too preoccupied with my memories
Not nonentities

Things can only get better
What's around the corner 
Who can tell?
I'll build a little place just north of heaven
I'm kinda tired of living south of hell

Gorgeous George

Without hurting you
How can I make you see
This might mean everything to you
But it don't mean nothing to me 
And whilst your hangers on
Are laughing nervously
You'll lock them in a penthouse suite
Then you'll throw away the key

Gorgeous George
The last of the go-getters
Gorgeous George
A dandy to the letter
You really should know better
Gorgeous George

Such exquisite taste
From your head to toes
Stuck inside your lady's chambers
Powdering your nose
And now your holding court
With the Pearly King
Whilst outside the balcony
This mocking bird will sing

Chorus

You shouldn't walk so proud
You shouldn't talk so loud
You're just a face in the crowd
And you should know it
You flit from floor to floor
Buying up the store
But you still want more
So you blow it

I've a life on my own
That you refuse to see
One hundred at your beck and call
So why did you pick on me?
Should I return that call?
Talk to your answerphone?
Just make sure that the blinds are drawn
And pretend you're not at home

Chorus

I've Got It Bad

There's something intriguing about you
That's for sure
Seems like you walked right out of my past
Though you swore we never met before
Now I understand your feeling shy
Of these feelings that you can't deny
But it's not forbidden
Why keep it hidden
I know that love is
Tender and warm
Caught in your headlight
Shimmering bright
'Cause you've got it all
And I've got it bad

There's some kind of magic about you
I can't explain
But now you've put your spell on me
And I know I'll never be the same
And I hope it's not just self deceit
For without you I feel incomplete
But it's not forbidden
Why keep it hidden
I know that love is
Tender and warm
Caught in your headlight
Shimmering bright
'Cause you've got it all
And I've got it bad

And I can see you 
When I asked if you would stay
Well you looked right thorough me
Then you turned and walked away
But intuitively I knew
That someday I'd make you mine
And even though the path were askew
I knew they'd cross in time
But it's not forbidden
Why keep it hidden
I know that love is
Tender and warm
Caught in your headlight
Shimmering bright
'Cause you've got it all
And I've got it bad

And I can still see you
Yes I can still see you

Subsidence

You may find
As I have found
This place is neither
Safe nor sound
This house of cards 
Will tumble down
As befits
A cardboard town

You're lost in the ruins of your mind
As these four walls collide
As your whole life subsides
But you took it all in your stride
As a matter of course
Not a matter of pride

So raise your glass 
Let's celebrate
'Cause we can force
Those 'hands of fate'
No need to heed the call for greed,
for acquisition
Now I ain't puttin' you on
This is my genuine position

You're lost in the ruins of your mind
As these four walls collide
As your whole life subsides
But you took it all in your stride
As a matter of course
Not a matter of pride

How can I thank you
We're forever in your debt
We'll bite the hand of fate that feeds us
Morsels of regret