From The Nursery - Wire Songs 1977​-​1979

by Ian Sparke

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

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released July 28, 2016

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

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Track Name: On Returning
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...
Track Name: Dot Dash
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
Track Name: Ex Lion Tamer
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)
Track Name: Marooned
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
Track Name: Mr. Suit
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
Track Name: Outdoor Miner
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
Track Name: A Question Of Degree
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?
Track Name: From The Nursery
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
Track Name: Map Ref. 41°N 93°W
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
Track Name: Fragile
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
Track Name: Sand In My Joints
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
Track Name: I Am The Fly
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
Track Name: Mannequin
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?
Track Name: The 15th
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
Track Name: 1.2.X.U.
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.