In The Best Possible Taste
1. InThe Best Possible Taste (part 2)
2. Youand I Will Never See Things Eye to Eye
3. Hey, Birdman
4. Frustrated Gangster
5. Story Of MY Life
6. Sometimes I Think SheTakes Me Along Just For The Ride
7. One False Move
8. Side By Side
9. A Fool Like You
10. The End Of The Line
11. In The Best Possible Taste(part 1)
In The Best Possible Taste (Part 2)
I’ve woken up Crash landed Survived my stint on the brink
I thought money would change everything
It only changes what you drink
It’s taken sticks and stones and the broken bones
To realise this uncharted bliss is only mine to loan
You can’t keep telling me life is going to waste
Cause it’s all been done in the best possible taste
Some people are like birds of prey
Your’re in the grass-they’re the snakes
So if you smell something burning It’s only me at the stake. Flame on!
It’s time to face the things that you never can face
And it’s all been done in the best possible taste
So far I’ve been lucky to be dodging the flames
I will hang like a dirty picture in someone’s hall of fame.
You can’t keep telling me life is going to waste
Cause it’s all been done in the best possible taste.
You and I Will Never See Things Eye to Eye
You grew up in the sticks
Where you struggled to get your kicks
I was raised in the town
Where the kicks keep you down
You want to make the fewest falls
So never take a chance on a jump
I’m drumming my head against the wall
Because I know that you and I will never see things eye to eye
you and I will never see things eye to eye
Maybe it’s the crooked cry
A looser looking for the lost
But it’s nothing that can change
A leopard change it’s spots
This life’s about succumbing
And using other peoples blue-prints
It doesn’t mean you’ve given in
But I know that you and I will never see things eye to eye
you and I will never see things eye to eye
You may be built for comfort
I’m obviously built for speed
But we’re all bound for the same
When your hair starts to recede
I may be no Parisian
But time is a series of poses
But I souldn’t die
just to go down smelling of roses
You and I will never see things eye to eye.
you and I will never see things eye to eye
I want some escape I wanna fly out of here
What’s keeping me grounded is becoming clear
I was born with no special powers
But I could’ve been someone if I’d put in the hours
This small town is whittling away
My outward-bound ticket like I was its’ enemy.
I walk down the high streets doesn’t get me very high
It seems everybody looks at the floor and not up in the sky
Is there nowhere I can buy a cheap pair of wings
Take the weight off my feet. My mind off of things
This small change is getting me down
Where we’re in the money baby, then we’ll paint the town
Doo doo doo doo doo Hey Birdman
The wind’s in my wings but the wax’s in my eyes
I was so near to getting somewhere when it all slipped out of my fist
When it came down I had a choice And I’m not the type that can insist
This small town isn’t so small That I can fly out Soar over its’ walls
I climbed the tallest building to take my final flight
But when it came to jumping I was too scared of heights
Doo doo doo doo doo Hey Birdman
The wind’s in my wings will you watch where I fly
Are you watching over me as I get high?
Doo doo doo doo doo Hey Birdman
The wind’s in my wings but I’ve floated up too high
My remedies are back room philosophies
Some protection from the passive brigades
The Italians have a word for it
But I don’s speak a single word of it
Work, work, work That’s no way to make a living
Meanwhile, back in the real world
You and I must agree to disagree
So say your piece then leave me in mine
I’ll step aside when they throw the book at me
They’ll hang themselves with their party lines
Work, work, work That’s no way to make a living
Meanwhile back in the real world
I’ll skin alive the next man who says I will
Stop at nothing to get all the way
I’d recomend a good undertaker
And of course a nice Beaujolais
Work, work, work That’s no way to make a living
Meanwhile back in the real world
You can’t breathe without complications
Money is the mother tongue
I think at heart I’m a frustrated gangster
Who can’t raise enough money for a gun
Work, work, work That’s no way to make a living
Meanwhile back in the real world
Who want’s the real world……
If I’d been written about since the day that I was born
Every page of the last six months I’d rip them out with scorn
I can’t quite remember when this heaven turned to hell
But I think she won on points with the sound of the final bell
Take me, take me back
Take me back in time.
To the moment that she asked, “Is it your place or mine?”
Take me, take me back.
To the days before the strife
Now I wish we’d never met but that’s the story of my life
She’s a drama queen. Being late is such a crime
I should really buy a watch but I just can’t find the time
Friendship more like ownership has made us friend and foe
Her ayes are now a closing down sale. Everything must go!
Take me, take me back
Take me back in time
To the moment that she asked, “Is it your place or mine?”
Take me, take me back
To the days before the strife.
Now I wish we’d never met but that’s the story of my life
Watch me, I’m turning back Turned my back at last
I filled the glass to the top but empited it twice as fast
Make me, make me set. Make me set you free
From the old ennui that’s know as you and me
Catch me in your arms before I hit the ground
If I get out of this alive I’ll nber make another sound
Take me Take me back
To the days before the strife
Now I wish we’d never met but that’s the story of my life
Sometimes I Think She Takes Me Along Just For The Ride
We walked into town like sister and brother
She wore my hand-me-downs I wore a pair of her jeans
Very soon I was accosted by one of her ex-lovers
He said, “I want what’s mine”. I said, “Take her”
He said, “I meant those jeans!”
She was making eyes at another
She tells a modicum of lies
She refers to me as her brother
And sometimes I think she takes me along just for the ride
She said if she was a painter she’d paint me but I’d be no masterpiece
She doesn’t want to be tied down and I could take it or leave it
We might live in the same town but we don’t live in the same world
That explains why when she sees me she needs a local anaesthetic
She won’t take your opinions
She says she’s got more pride
She said, “Stick ’em in a museum!”
And sometimes I think she takes me along just for the ride
This must be the tenth night in a row
I’ve taken her out then driven her home
When conversation dies Nothing will arise
Why I don’t fit her casual tastes She just can’t say…
I’m just a sympathetic ear for all the claims she makes
While she scours the fields for her four-leafes clover
I just wish that we were playing for higher stakes
‘Cause this is like being run over over and over
She only looks at others
She tells nothing but lie after lie after lie after lie
She refers to ME as her brother
And sometimes I think she takes me along just for the ride.
I wooed her with a four letter word after trying too hard to be deep
I promised her uncountable things that were impossible to keep
Everywhere I seem to turn I’m letting someone down
Either my friends, my enemies, their wives or the crown
Slow
I’m getting slow
Did I make one false move that made her go?
What made her go?
Did I make one false move too soon?
She was blessed with second sight but didn’t have a licence
“She never loved me illegally” I said in her defence
“I can see the future judge!” She said in tears
“Well I can see yours”, he said, “you’ll be in jail for the next tenyears”
Slow
I’m getting slow
Did I make one false move that made her go?
What made her go?
Did I make one false move too soon?
We settled things with a golden handshake
The law decreet it was best
She was crying when she gave me five grand
I said, “And the rest!”
Slow
I’m getting slow
Did I make one false move that made her go?
Where did she go?
Did I make one false move too soon?
Slow
I’m getting slow
Did I make one false move that made her go?
What made her go?
Did I make one false move too soon?
My life changed the day I met you
That day couldn’t have come too soon
I used to think my closest friend was my wrist
But then you, hit me like a ton of bricks
Breast fed as a baby right through my teens
You were meanwhile getting by, by any means
I would do anything just tell me where and when
I’m not afraid of the city at 2 a.m.
Side by side
you can’t tell us apart with the naked eye
You may take a second glance
But we never really had a second chance
You were blessed with drop dead good looks
But your face is always hidden away in a book
I’m still considered to be the brains
It’s a secret likely not to see the light of day
Side by side
you can’t tell us apart with the naked eye
You may take a second glance
But we never really had a second chance
I had a dream that you were put on trial
You stood accused of forever cramping my style
In the mirror was where we discovered the truth
It hurt me more than it could’ve hurt you
Side by side you
can’t tell us apart with the naked eye
You may take a second glance
But we never really had a second chance
Well your individual style
Leaves ’em rolling in the aisles
No one can be a fool like you
You’ve got an engine for a heart
That always needs a kick start
Still I want to be a fool like you
So long waiting for your heart strings to be undone
When will you unwind
When will you unwind
So long when will you meet someone you can count on
Will you get by
Will you get by
You’ve sunk like stone
Become just a drop in the ocean
You’ll never see the shore
You’ll never know the score
Well I don’t know if it should
Bring on a quickening of the blood
When I’m talking with a fool like you
And if a fool is someone who
Keeps his savings in his shoes
That’s a richer fool, a taller fool, a fool like you
Can I get another hit
Of your sweet acidic wit.
Burning in a fool like me
I’ve got an engine for a heart
And you gave me the thing a kick start
But there will never be another fool like you
This place is a jungle
When I saw you in the trees
I was so happy
I stayed in bed for a week
I said things were too good
You told me every dog has his day
If you want me to be your dog
Then next time you have to say
I’m sorry but we’re through
‘Spose you had to pick and choose
I’m sure there’s more where I came from
I’m sorry but we’re through
‘Spose you had to pick and choose
Smile it’s the end of the line
Did I resent you putting me to the test?
Call me a bad loser but the answer’s frankly yes
We went to sleep as one and then woke up as two
But I’ll be honest I had nothing better to do
I’m sorry but we’re through
‘Spose you had to pick and choose
All that’s lost was mine
I’m sorry but we’re through
‘Spose you had to pick and choose
Smile, it’s the end of the line
I’m sorry but we’re through.
‘Spose you had to pick and choose
Thanks for the waste of time….
In The Best Possible Taste (Part 1)
I left town on the six o’clock train
Seeing my reflections as it washed down the drain
My life in ruins and my hair was in a mess
The Sunday papers-but I’d just lost interest
Now there’s a pain when I walk
But it doesn’t compare to the pain when we used to talk
We made a trade of love and wi
Our favourite songs and a few narcotics
Wrong time, wrong place
But the best way possible
In one hour I aged
but in the best possible taste
I didn’t touch the ground or my food
It’s the least I could do for someone like you
Was it the first time you’d ever kissed
Without thinking ’bout your shopping list?
You were first for what it’s worth
That was preferable to a funeral But only just
When you saw me wave goodbye this afternoon
I wasn’t waving. I was drowning
Wrong time, wrong place
But in the best way possible
In one hour I aged but in the best possible taste.