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1. Bittersweet | 2. Poison Pen | 3. In The Wild | 4. Death Defying
5. Like Wow-Wipeout | 6. Hayride To Hell | 7. Show Some Emotion
8. The Other Side Of Paradise | 9. Mars Needs Guitars!
10. She

Album Credits


Bittersweet

Dave Faulkner

You are my sword
Your love is its own reward
My heart, I have found,
Gets carved surely by the pound

God knows I tried,
Tried to hold you with all my might
But time has won,
And I could never be that strong
(Don't cry) I couldn't be that strong,
(Don't cry) That used to be my favourite song
(Don't cry) Tears so bittersweet
Fill my eyes whenever we meet,
It's always bittersweet

I cut and I bleed
You seem to find that so hard to believe!
That's just too, too bad
You could never touch the love that we had

(Don't cry) For the love we had,
(Don't cry) Sometimes we try to take it back
(Don't cry) Tears so bittersweet
Kiss my cheeks whenever we meet
It's always bittersweet

(Don't Cry) For a love-gone-wrong
(Don't cry) That used to be my favourite song
(Don't cry) Tears so bittersweet
Kiss my eyes whenever we meet
Anyway

We've grown and times change
When we meet now it feels so strange
I hold you like a sword
You won't cut me like you did before
It's always bittersweet

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Poison Pen

Dave Faulkner

"Dear John", so begins a famous old story
"Goodbye / au-revoir / thanks for the memory"
Keep it short and sweet if you really care

D-l-Vor-C-E can be so hurtful,
It makes public property of things that are so personal
All the friends and family grab their share

Ink is black, as black as night,
Black as thoughts that shun the light
Truth will out and maybe then
You'll put down that poison pen
Poison pen

Everyone enjoys sharing a rumour
But when it's aimed at you it loses its humour
Sometimes words so innocent cut so deep
Everybody keeps telling me, "talk is cheap"
Sometimes words so innocent - they cut so deep

Black as night, as black as coal,
Black as thoughts that cast a shadow
Right across my soul
I thought that you were my friend
Until you picked up that poison pen


In The Wild

Dave Faulkner

I will drive down Highway One
It's the end that's just begun
And I'm cruising 110,
Going nowhere - the road is my best friend
White Line Fever has got in my blood
I'm a river running full flood

One road all around this land,
Like the lifeline in my hand
Out from nowhere the radio sings of
Distant memories that tug on my heartstrings
I feel twisted, feeling uptight,
As her face keeps fading from sight
In the wild

See me spinning out in the sun
I will burn on Highway One
I'm just burning in the sun,
I can't stop until she comes
In the wild
It's so dry


Death Defying

Dave Faulkner

Ever since the world began
Men have sailed to foreign lands
And the fortunes that they've found
Are now buried in the ground

Some would say the ocean roars
As it stumbles to the shore
But to me it only sings
Of the sorrow that it brings

All my friends are dead
Or they're dying
Empty laughter turns into crying
It's death-defying

Well, I barely learned to swim,
Just enough to save my skin
Now I'll never sail alone,
And my harbour is my home

All our friends are dead
Or they're dying,
And our laughter only turns into crying,
It's death-defying

If there's one thing that I've learned,
It's the point of no return
And if that's to be our fate
Now's no time to hesitate


Like Wow - Wipeout

Dave Faulkner

I kiss the ground on which you walk,
I kiss the lips through which you talk,
I kiss the city of New York where I first met you

You're my doll and don't forget it
'Cos I'm the guy who will regret it
I love you more than when I said it when I first met you

I love the way you talk, you walk, you smile, your style,
Like now, Like, wow-wipeout! No doubt
I was gone the moment I laid eyes on you

You'll never be a beauty queen
Won't feature in no magazine
But you're the best that's ever been
I'm glad that I met you
Take every day now as it comes,
You take the cake I'll keep the crumbs
I only hear the sound of drums in my heart
(that means that I get you)

I love the way you walk, you talk, you smile, your style,
Your dress, your caress,
Well, yes, yes, yes I am impressed
I was gone the moment I laid eyes on you


Hayride To Hell

Dave Faulkner

Charlie was a driver and he hardly spent a night at home
He rarely saw his family, trucking loads those long weeks on the road
And Charlie would drive
For miles and miles

Charlie had a teenage daughter he thought of as a little girl
But one day he came home his little girl had grown-up news to tell
"Oh Daddy", she cried "Oh Daddy, I tried but on the hayride how I fell
That was a hayride bound for Hell."

Now Billy Jackson was the father but he wasn't man enough to own
And his daddy was the mayor and he said,
"Charlie, just leave my Billy-boy alone "
Billy had to hide
But there was guilt inside
And you can't hide from yourself
That's just a hayride bound for Hell

Charlie's daughter died whilst giving birth to Billy Jackson's child
And Billy Jackson ain't been seen around these parts for quite a while
And Charlie would drive
For miles and miles

And his tail-lights say farewell
He's a hayride bound for Hell


Show Some Emotion

Dave Faulkner

Show me some emotion,
I need to know right now
How can I read your mind?
Truly my love is blind

You must know I've fallen hard for you
But you don't react as if you do
And your eyes just seem to look straight through
But I see you

Show me some emotion,
I cannot understand
There is no need to hide
All that you feel inside
Show some emotion -
Why are you waiting for?
How can I read your mind?

Truly my love is blind
Did somebody hurt you once before?
There are other friendships left for you to explore
You play your cards close to your chest,
What you're thinking I can only guess
Here is my request (it's just this :)
Show me some emotion
Show me your emotion
How can I read your mind?
Truly my love must be bind
My love is blind


The Other Side Of Paradise

Dave Faulkner

I took my love out for a walk into the rain
The time had come when we should talk things out again
(Where did you go?) - I can't recall,
(What did you do?) - Not much at all,
The other side of paradise

If we were perfect we would know a perfect love
But we're so different we can't go like a hand fits in a glove
(Where did you go?) - I can't recall,
(What did you do?) - Not much at all,
The other side of paradise

The other side, the other side of your love
I'll cross that line, but that's not enough
It's too much

And in the end it will depend on you and me,
And if you still call yourself my friend you soon will see
It's in the way we treat ourselves and those all around
We must believe that we can help if we can
Fight against our prejudice and try to straighten out this mess
(What did you do?) - I cannot recall,
(Where did you go?)- Not far at all
The other side of paradise


Mars Needs Guitars

D. Faulkner / J. Baker / M. Kingsmill / C. Bramley / B. Shepherd

I'm primitive, I'm a primitive man
I got a primitive girl, we make primitive love
I'm a stoneage Romeo, I got a spaceage Juliet
We make primitive love, 'cause I ain't got a T.V. set
I'm primitive that's what I am
I'm your primitive mate, I wanna be your man
I want you darling, you know I'm hip
Fly me to Venus, in a real gone rocket ship

I'm a primitive man, I said I am!
You're up to date, but I can't wait
I'm a stoneage Romeo, be my spaceage Juliet
We'll take guitars to Mars, and hit the discotheque!


She

Dave Faulkner

In the valley,
Hidden valley,
Secret world below,
Is Her kingdom
Glowing crimson
By the lava flow
I was captured,
Bound, enraptured
Kneeling at Her feet
Then She beckoned
In a second
My life was complete

Is She my girl? She
She is my girl She

On the mountain
Springs the fountain
Of eternal youth
I was taken
To awaken
To an ancient truth
She's the dreaming
With no meaning
In the light of day
And my senses
Sleep defenceless
As She slips away

Is She my girl? She
She is my girl She


All lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, reprinted by kind permission

Album Credits
Released: 1985
Band Members: Dave Faulkner - Lead Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards
Brad Shepherd - Lead Guitar, Vocals
Clyde Bramley - Bass
Mark Kingsmill - Drums
Produced By: Charles Fisher, Big Time Records

 

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