Choke

(heaton/rotheray)
This is my life and this is how it reads
For every chapter, a thousand memories
A murder, a mystery where everybody bleeds
A fantasy, a thriller with romance and disease

Diary entry 9th of may '62
We've had some ugly babies but none were quite like you
Diary entry '62 end of may
It looks as if the nose and chin are definitely here to stay
They're here to stay, they're here to stay

If my lips start smiling and my knees start a-knocking
I'm a failure
You are, you are
And if i seem half-hearted, it's because i'm broken hearted
And i'm a failure
You are, you are, you are (i am)
You are, you are, you are (i am)

This is my life and this is how it reads
A documentary that nobody believes
Albert steptoe in 'gone with the breeze'
Mother played by peter beardsley, father by john cleese

Diary entry '68 end of the year
A cardboard apollo 6 has given the all clear
11th december '68 captain's log
Proposed trip to mars is cancelled due to fog
It's due to fog, it's due to fog

If my lips start smiling and my knees start a-knocking
I'm a failure
You are, you are
And if i seem half-hearted, it's because i'm broken hearted
And i'm a failure
You are, you are, you are (i am)
You are, you are, you are (i am)

This is the play, it was i who wrote the script
Terry meets june in 'tales from the crypt'
It was going to be a film but the camera person slipped
They later found him scolding a banana

Diary entry 10th of april '89
The world is going mad but me i'm doing fine
I'm doing fine

Back to bed, back to reality
Just fine.

(heaton/rotheray)
You can't write a novel from a briefcase
You can write a poem from a trench
You can dream a dream from a to b
But you can't catch a bus from a bench

You don't back a horse called striding snail
You don't name your boat titanic ii
So why when i see your happy smiling face
Do i always end up singing little blue

Little blue, how do you do
Your smile looks like heaven
But your eyes hold a storm about to brew
Little blue
How can a flower so pretty
Be so laden down with dew
Little blue

How can a flower so pretty
Be so laden down with dew
Little blue

You can't build a brewery on a cemetery
You can build a pub on a church
And people fall quicker than buildings do
You have to decide what comes first

You don't call a plane the flying roman
'cause the romans always walked and never flew
So why when i see your happy smiling face
Do i always end up singing little blue

Little blue, how do you do
Your smile looks like heaven
But your eyes hold a storm about to brew
Little blue
How can a flower so pretty
Be so laden down with dew
Little blue

Well bukowski wrote a story from a barstool
And keats from the top of a hill
So i'm going to save my special song for you
From a grave where it's quiet and it's chill

'cause there's a queue of clouds assembled
On the horizon of your smile
When most think that you're holding back
I know you're holding bile

Little blue, how do you do
Your smile looks like heaven
But your eyes hold a storm about to brew
Little blue
How can a flower so pretty
Be so laden down with dew
Little blue

How can a flower so pretty
Be so laden down with dew
Little blue

(heaton/rotheray)
Here he comes - mother's pride
With the first ever satchel she bought him swinging by his side
Here he comes mother's pride
With a headful of 'get your laces tied' and 'woe betide'

With a year's supply of sandwiches and fairy cakes
That she provides for him to eat at dinner breaks
It's no surprise at all, at ad the friends he makes
His stomach aches
He's mother's pride

He's presentable, well looked after
He's domestically disastrous
He's adorable - mother's pride

Here he comes - father's pride
With a head filled up with devil dogs and genocide
Here he comes - father's pride
He's showing all the kids his tickets for ringside

He'll always roam the yard looking for a fight
He'll pick on all the kids who're twice his height
He's the reason dinner ladies toss and turn at night
Teacher's blight - father's pride

He's the image of his dad
Mickey mouse meets jack the lad
He's never sad - father's pride

Here he comes mother's pride
Here he comes father's pride
Here he comes mother's pride
Father's pride
His mother's pride

(heaton/rotheray)
I'm walking through these pastures
I'm picking up sweet fruit
I'm shaking hands with people
That previously i'd shoot
But nothing will dissuade me
Nothing will dilute
I want to execute
I want to execute

And you tend to meet a lot of scum en route
It doesn't mean you've joined the other side
And because i still wear shorts and my smile is oh so cute
It doesn't mean i'll run away and hide

To a world where the leaders finally confess
(i think the answer's yes, i think the answer's yes)
To the burning of the stock exchange and bombing of the press
(i think the answer's yes, i think the answer's yes)

I think the answer's yes, yes, yes, i think the answer's yes

I'm walking through these corridors
Where crime meets pantomime
They're laughing and they're drinking
On the swill of overtime
And no-one seems to know about
The death-wish that they've signed
Ah, life's unkind
Ah, life's unkind

And they see me as a potential new recruit
They rub their hands, slap their backs and smile
But i still wear suspenders underneath my business suit
So needn't worry about me for a while

So to a world without hunger, where royalty face death
(i think the answer's yes, i think the answer's yes)
To the breaking down of barriers of north, south,
East and west
(i think the answer's yes, i think the answer's yes)

I think the answer's yes, yes, yes, i think the answer's yes
I think the answer's yes, yes, yes, i think the answer's yes

And no-one seems to know about
The death-wish that they've signed
Ah, life's unkind
Ah, life's unkind
Life's unkind, life's unkind
From poor old u2 to poor old simple minds
No amnesty for murderers of poor old working class
Rope or gas, rope or gas, rope or gas
No amnesty for murderers of poor old working class
Rope or gas, rope or gas

(heaton/rotheray)
Don't whisper love and dream of wedding bells
Don't do all the talking, let love speak up itself
Let love speak up itself

So when you feel a little tatty and unhappy with your face
Let it breathe into us and put you back in place
Let it breathe, let it breathe
From the day it came into us till the day it wants to leave
For it will, it will go
And it will not say goodbye just like it didn't say hello
There will not be a send-off, a funeral or mass
Just a pathetic little vodka from a dirty little glass
'to the world's greatest mum
From the oldest swinger in town'

Let love speak up itself
Let love speak up itself
Let it rise up in the morning and take us for that walk
Let it do the talking when we're too tired to talk
When we're too tired to talk

And when you feel unhappy that i'm not the one i was
Let love rot inside and let love palm you off
Let it rot, let it rot
Let it take your feelings and tie them in a knot
In a knot, in a knot
Let it take your feelings and tie them in a knot
Hang them from a cleaver and say 'look what we've got
A man and a woman and guess what they forgot'
'to the world's greatest mum
From the oldest swinger in town'

Let love speak up itself

(heaton/rotheray)
She'd brought along the oranges
He'd brought the tea
They'd both brought along a sick-bag just in case

The plate of chicken sandwiches
Were lovely they agreed
And i watched him spit the bits into her face

'do you love me like you used to' he sighs
'i love you twice as much' she replies
They were on the train to venice, where else?
I think tonight i fancy myself

I'd rather drink that toast to my own health
I think tonight i'd rather love myself
And if you drink that drink to your own health
I think tonight i'd rather love myself

Later in the evening
The sun came rolling down
And they talked about their fantasies and fears

Between the heavy breathing
And those lighter licking sounds
I heard him whisper this question in her ear

'would you still love me if i lost my legs?'
'i'd see that you were loved and you were fed'
'i end up in a car crash almost dead'
'for richer and for partly severed head'

I'd rather drink that toast to my own health
I think tonight i'd rather love myself
And if you drink that drink to your own health
I think tonight i'd rather love myself

The neighbours ask them out but they flatly refuse
'we're saving up for a world-wide cruise'
With a choice between loneliness and love-sick qe2's
Well tonight i choose - self-abuse

A four-pack in the fridge
A good book on the shelf
I think tonight i'd rather love myself