We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

From The Nursery - Wire Songs 1977​-​1979

by Ian Sparke

/
1.
On Returning 02:34
You'll be sorry when the sun has roasted you to Lobster red, nothing said When yellow has turned green to brown, divide by four Multiply by nine, describe your divisions, anatomical derision Lobster head and lobster feet On arriving with a third language Tucked into your brief case, next to your toothbrush Along with a copy of the Nouvelle Observateure While your sons and daughters who registered naught Under intensive electronic scanning You regard your body with regard to events With which nothing planned Never lacked a sense of theatre On returning with the tan you've gained A head of world service, the best of your culture An evening of fun in the metropolis of your dream An evening of fun in the metropolis of your dream...
2.
Dot Dash 02:30
Mist closing in, getting thicker One drops out, becoming quicker Lights grow dim, they glimmer The chances smaller, the odds are slimmer Dot dash Dim flash Don't crash Loosening my grip Be sure to tread carefully Steering a passage Finding a line Crosses on fire, crossfire Progressive acceleration, skidding but the expression Remains pan, radiators for all Radial, I'm still in control, I understand, a hand, a hand moved me Dot dash Dim flash Don't crash Driven by self-propulsion Turning right across the stream The risks increased with sustained leisure Courting death, so ill at ease Dot dash Dim flash Don't crash
3.
There's great danger For the loneliest ranger of all No silver bullets Tonto's split the scene Next week will solve your problems But now, fish fingers all in a line The milk bottles stand empty Stay glued to your TV set (TV) There's great danger At hand most caped crusader of all No cloak of justice Robin's flown the nest Next week will solve your problems But now, fish fingers all in a line The milk bottles stand empty Stay glued to your TV set (TV)
4.
Marooned 02:23
An unwilling sailor adrift from Arctic waters, oh As the water gets warmer, my iceberg gets smaller, oh As he pours more petrol on, he feels no fear As the flames get nearer, his thoughts get clearer, oh A blue-white polar bear arrives at the end, oh Diverting his attention, his feelings froze over, oh I'm only a runaway AWOL at the logical start Not present in the present, overboard with limited future Future And I'm standing alone, still getting a thrill While the ship is afloat, he's losing his boat, oh
5.
Mr. Suit 01:18
I'm tired of being told what to think I'm tired of being told what to do I'm tired of fucking phonies That's right, I'm tired of you No, no, no, no, no, no Mr. Suit You can take your fucking money and shove it up your ass 'Cause you think you understand, well it's a fucking farce I'm tired of fucking phonies That's right, I'm tired of you No, no, no, no, no, no Mr. Suit And if you turn and walk out that door And take your fucking money, let me tell you what it's for I'm tired of fucking phonies That's right, I'm tired of you No, no, no, no, no, no Mr. Suit
6.
No blind spots in the leopard's eyes Can only help to jeopardise The lives of lambs, the shepherd cries An outdoor life for a silverfish Eternal dust less ticklish Than the clean room, a houseguest's wish He lies on his side Is he trying to hide? In fact it's the earth which he's known since birth Face worker, a serpentine miner A roof falls, an underliner Of leaf structure, the egg timer He lies on his side Is he trying to hide? In fact it's the earth which he's known since birth
7.
Once a question of degree Now circumstances corner me Demanding my attention Leaving little choice Posing several questions Distilling in one voice Confusion not in words I didn't want a problem I didn't simply fall out I was thrown at great speed From a passing car I didn't touch the ground Till I landed at your door Oh don't touch my luggage I can easily manage To struggle inside I hide my shaking Thus protect my pride I can surely manage To tremble inside Gathering myself And spreading it around Rivers are submerging Flowing underground Can I really manage To survive outside? Can I really manage To survive outside? Can I? Can I? Can I? Can I?
8.
So truly jolly An Xmas dolly I talk on request I'm never depressed I'll wink a good time Til someone pokes me One big blue eye out So simply heady A birthday teddy Punches make me bleat This bare soul is sweet Keeping you warm at night Til someone rubs me Hey, a fun-filled toy Free on a tightrope Lives the animal soap Safe, used, been tested, body molester Amphibious charm Scum in several baths Has blurred my features Would you like to say What that silence was meant to intend? Would you like to see What violence these eyes can send To your heart? From the nursery To your heart
9.
An unseen ruler defines with geometry An unrulable expanse of geography An aerial photographer over-exposed To the cartologist's 2D images knows The areas where the water flowed So petrified, the landscape grows Straining eyes try to understand The works, incessantly in hand The carving and paring of the land The quarter square, the graph divides Beneath the rule, a country hides Chorus! Interrupting my train of thought Lines of longitude and latitude Define and refine my altitude The curtain's undrawn Harness fitted, no escape Common and peaceful, duck, flat, lowland Landscape, canal, canard, water coloured Crystal palaces for floral kings A widespread waving span of wings Witness the sinking of the sun A deep breath of submission has begun Interrupting my train of thought Lines of longitude and latitude Define and refine my altitude
10.
Fragile 01:28
Tears fall in slivers, you broke my shades The light's too bright, let me bury my heart Filter emotions of green, cowardice gives blue A restricted view, let me open my heart I have a fleeting love, scorching when it lands Fragile Needing precious hands Fragile You eat my energy, give me more rope Nail in the wall, let me hang my heart I have a fleeting love, scorching when it lands Fragile Needing precious hands Fragile
11.
I've got sand in my joints I'm counting the grains And they're so sharp I'm feeling the pain I'm like King Canute's daughter A lamb to the slaughter My feet in the water It's not what they think It's not what it seems... Feeling the pain, the pain, the pain, the pain
12.
I Am The Fly 03:20
Crawling Over your window, you think I'm confused I'm waiting for the divergent wasp To complete my current ruse You use a plate-glass screen To protect my chosen target But there's an air pellet hole I can crawl through to you I am the fly In the ointment I can spread more disease Than the fleas which nibble away At your window display Yes, I am the fly in the ointment I shake you down to say please As you accept the next dose of disease I am the fly I am the fly I am the fly I am the fly, fly in the, fly in the Ointment
13.
14.
Mannequin 02:56
You're a waste of space No natural grace You're so bloody thin You don't even begin To interest me Not even curiosity It's not animosity It's just you don't interest me You're an energy void A black hole to avoid No style no heart You don't even start To interest me Not even curiosity It's not animosity It's just you don't interest me Tell me - why don't you tell me?
15.
The 15th 03:16
Reviewed, it seemed As if someone were watching over it Before it was As if response were based on fact Providing, deciding It was soon there Squared to it, faced to it It was not there Renewed, it fought As if it had a cause to live for Denied, it learned As if it had sooner been destroyed Providing, deciding It was soon there Squared to it, faced to it It was not there Reviewed, it fought As if someone were watching over it Before it had sooner been denied Renewed, it seemed As if it had a cause to live for Destroyed, it was later based on fact Providing, deciding It was soon there Squared to it, faced to it It was not there It was Not there
16.
1.2.X.U. 01:55
1.2.X.U. Saw you in a mag, kissing a man Saw you in a mag, kissing a man Saw you in a mag, kissing a man Saw you in a mag, kissing a man yeah Saw you in a mag, kissing a man Saw you in a mag, kissing a man Smoking a fag, kissing a man Saw you in a mag, kissing a man yeah I got you in a corner I got you in a corner I got you in a corner I got you in a corner I got you in a cottage I got you in a corner I got you in a corner Oh no no no 1.2.X.U.

about

This is a set of Wire covers I recorded in 2010 and remastered in 2016.

credits

released July 28, 2016

Songs written by Wire (Newman, Lewis, Gilbert, Gotobed)
All instruments and singing by me.

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Zazz Trip New York, New York

Where eagles dare.

contact / help

Contact Zazz Trip

Streaming and
Download help

Report this album or account

If you like From The Nursery - Wire Songs 1977-1979, you may also like: