Lyrics
Yes
Back of my head I feel the slaughter
take somebody else's daughter
out in the fields where no one goes
to a place I know we'll be alone
Take to the grass that rolls like lava
steal a scene from 'Onibaba'
take that girl to a place I know
and bury her deep when it's time to go
Throw the wood from the bridge to the water
wood that ended someone's daughter
three feet long and square and flat
(I couldn't afford a baseball bat)
watch it float off to the sea
feel it looking back at me
splinters point out accusations
feel another strange sensation
Take to the road in someone's camper
smile as I leave with his head in a hamper
bury that basket deep in the ground
head for the city, get lost in the crowd
See description in the paper
laugh at the story, laugh at the news
call from a telephone out in the country
let the bastards know my views
No religion, no temptation
ain't no goddam explanation
do this thing to make me smile
I may well stop it for a while
Can't believe my own ambition
goes no further than the road
that leads me to some destination
covered in blood from head to toe.
Is this it
It's just a mess around
the danceroom floor
It's just a mess around
just like nothing at all
What kind of boy are you
this barefoot dancing too
I see the window is cracked at the floor
the line of your mouth means nothing at all
your fingers like grease as they mingle with mine
and all things we do are a waste of time
Moist
Rationalise this fear of cats
he sees a couple in the morning
wrap them up in plastic film and seal them in
right down here
See him cower awful and keenly laugh over
he seems infallible
and another new song
and another new song
right down here
Rest in the room in powder
and leaving him alone
stinking like an eye cream
see him all, rain is clean
the cat's walking in the room.
Room
See the faces at the window
why don't they go away
in a room that moves like liquid
there is nothing to see
To the floor I drop a pencil
and watch as it decays
and the last I see of the red HB
is the rubber
Crawl Iike fIies
roll inside
my stomach turns, my head it burns
time to die
And the carpet breathes like mother
as she gently slipped away
in a room just like the one I'm in
that slowly decays.
And I'm caught up in the corner
on the threadbare black settee
that the vipers try to climb on
when I'm looking away.
Slip and slide
roll inside
my fingers twitch, my voice will hitch
time to cry
In this room
very soon
I will leave my isle on the sea of bile time to die.
She can
She can
in a house that's next to mine
see more
than she ever could before
she can
in a place that's next to mine
hold more
than she ever will hold again
she can
in a house that's next to mine
be all
that she ever could want to be.
ZF10
Eyes aglow with passion
stretched from wing to wing
see me in the dusty glass
a shadow with a grin
veins in knots all twisted
skin so grey and thin
knuckles white with tension
please won't you get in
I can see for... miles.
Oh my heart is yearning
to take you for a ride
lick me if you're hungry
just take a step inside
I won't pretend to hurt you
I won't be meant to cry
I won't be anyone you like
so you don't have to try
I can see for... miles.
Shove it out now baby
as far as it will go
twist it left and twist it right
and watch that mother grow my
head is set for bursting
my hands are bent to grab
knuckles white with tension
climb into my cab.
Hope and Fear
Across the water
across the sky
from home to Heaven
with no goodbye
Here in this world
here in hope and fear
here we go together
here we go my dear
Around the water
around the sea
from home to Heaven
just you and me
Here in this world
here in hope and fear
here we go together
here we go my dear.
Notes
A new approach threw some unexpected accidents at the band while working on Bent Massive. Pre-production took place at 33 Studio's in Luton where the band worked over their ideas using computers. These ideas were then modified and twisted into songs including a couple of instrumentals (Room Sickness and Elder) another first for the band. Unlimited time to work with modern technology (we're talking 1988 here) led to some interesting ideas - but it also led to some heated debate within the camp. The finalised disks and rehearsed songs were then transported back to Sheffield, this time to state of the art studio Fon. With all of this technology at their disposal, Click Click should have come out with a classic...sadly they failed. Some might argue that Bent Massive was the band's finest hour, and there are some classic pieces here, but somewhere the plot goes awry and the overall sound lacks depth and invention. Glimmers of modern dance music show through the cracks of the songs, but it all comes across as half-complete. It would be nice if they could return to the studio to remix this album with a top producer (something the band always lacked through poor funding) but that, I'm afraid, will probably never happen.
That said, Bent Massive does have its moments, but those moments were best experienced live.
After reading the comments on bent massive from your website, it's an
interesting point. It seems some of the more conceptual first releases
really flowed well and one couldn't put down the work sort of like a
good book. with Bent Massive, which has a lot of amazing material on
it, the flow of the good book somehow got lost. Do you mind me saying
that? Ireally have grown to appreciate, and like, the release, but
even on some of the singles there was a nice 'reading' of the material.
I suppose that must be the hardest part of being a musician or being
part of a group, picking out what you feel is right for release.