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Альбом Madness


7 (1981)
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Papers in the morning
Bowler hat on head
Walking to the bus stop
He's longing for his bed,
Waiting with his neighbours
In the rush hour queue
Got to get the first bus
So much for him to do.
He's got to hurry
Got to get his seat
Can't miss his place
Got to rest his feet.

Ten more minutes till he gets there
The crossword's nearly done.
It's been so hard these days
Not nearly so much fun.
His mind wanders to the office
His telephone, desk and chair
He's been happy with the company
They've treated him real fair.
LyricsThink of seven letters
Begin and end in 'C'
Like a big American car
But misspelt with a 'D'.
I wish this bus'd get a move on,
Driver's taking his time.
I just don't know, I'll be late
Oh dear what will the boss say?
Pull yourself together now
Don't get in a state

Don't you worry
There's no hurry
It's a lovely day
Could all be going your way
Take the doc's advice
Let up enjoy your life
Listen to what they say
It's not a game they play.

Never get there at this rate
He's caught up in a jam.
There's a meeting this morning
It's just his luck oh damn!
His hand dives in his pocket
For his handkerchief.
Pearls of sweat on his collar
His pulse-beat seems so brief.
Eyes fall on his wristwatch
The seconds pass real slow
Gasping for the hot air
But the chest pain it won't go.
Tried to ask for help
But can't seem to speak a word,
Words are whispered frantically
But don't seem to be heard.
What about the wife and kids?
They all depend on me!

We're so sorry
We told you not to hurry.
Now it's just too late
You've got a certain date
We thought we made it clear
We all voiced our inner fears
We left it up to you
There's nothing we can do.


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I tell you I didn't do it
'Cause I wasn't there
Don't blame me, it just isn't fair
You listen to their side
Now listen to mine
Can't think of a story
Sure you'll find me sometime

Now pass the blame and don't blame me
Just close your eyes and count to three
(One two three)
Then I'll be gone and you'll forget
The broken window, t.v. set

It wasn't me either, I'm just his mate
He told me to stand here and watch the gate
I've got a wife and three kids you know
They'll tell you I'm straight, at least I think so
I'm as honest as the day is long,
The longer the daylight, the less I do wrong

LyricsNow pass the blame and don't blame me
Just close your eyes and count to three
(One two three)
Then I'll be gone and you'll forget
The broken window, t.v. set

Pass the blame and don't blame me
Just close your eyes and count to three
(One two three)
Then I'll be gone and I'll forget
That what you give is what you get...

Pass the blame and don't blame me
Just close your eyes and count to three
(One two three)
Then I'll be gone and you'll forget
The broken window, t.v. set

Pass the blame and don't blame me
Just close your eyes and count to three
(One two three)
Then I'll be gone and I'll forget
That what you give is what you get...


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This is disposable, throw it away,
This is an animal, don't let it stray,
That was the past, so leave it behind,
This is the future, it's all in our mind.

Feeding your interest, in between lines,
Reading the caring one, sign of the times,
This is your Englishman, this is his lawn,
This is your female, undone and torn.

We are the people, and we really care,
We don't really look, we just like to stare,
Unprintable feelings that play on your mind
Get written in innocence, pretend we are blind.

Patience the virtue not learnt in schools
A-ha, it's funny to break all the rules.

Law-breakers are broken, and so we all share
The family problems, the paper that cares
Cheapest and brightest, sexiest news,
We'll make up some stories with unbiased cues.

We are the people, and we really care,
We don't really look, we just like to stare,
Unprintable feelings that play on your mind
Get written in innocence, pretend we are blind.


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The sun shines through the open window,
The empty sides the shadows shallow
My arm circles nothing at all,
My fingers reach to touch the wall.

Missing you when I'm away,
Think of things I'd like to say,
Almost cry to hear you voice,
Lying with me,
Got no choice.

Mundane thoughts during the day,
Suddenly to see your face,
Interrupted thoughts have gone,
Knowing that you're all I want.

Missing you when I'm away,
Think of things I'd like to say,
Almost cry to hear you voice,
Lying with me,
Got no choice.
Lyrics
The awesome love I feel for you,
To see you now what would I do,
The desperate feeling you're not there,
To be with you pull out my hair.

Missing you when I'm away,
Think of things I'd like to say,
Almost cry to hear you voice,
Lying with me,
Got no choice.


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Well Mrs. Hutchinson, you're looking healthy (huh)
But just in case,
Here's a pill a remedy.

Well Mrs. Hutchinson, this is something,
That little upset, I thought I'd diagnosed,
Well not to worry, it's not what I supposed.

You better sit down son your mother's very ill (ah)
We may have to operate it's more than just a chill.
But don't you worry, it's all in competent hands,
We believe it's under the ribs or one of the glands.

Well Mrs. Hutchinson, eat up your breakfast (come on)
Don't smoke, it stunts your growth,
Stick to your diet, let's hope that you're insured.

(Come on eat your breakfast !)

Well Mrs. Hutchinson, you must be very pleased to know you're leaving here.
We're going to miss you so (hold on)
Here comes your son again.

Are you thirsty son, I think you'll need a drink.
There's been some complications, she's very near the brink.
I have to tell you, it's my duty to speak.
Your mother will not last a week.

Shame !


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A cage of my own, this cage is my home,
And oh so alone am I.
From above all around helpless to the sound
Of my brother's cry.

Just leave us alone, we don't want to moan,
Only if you make us.
Smashed on the lock until I've had to, drop.
Tried to get my message through.

Off goes another with another's brother,
My arms try to bend across to a friend.

You can't burn me with your laser beam,
It's pointed at you and tomorrow's dream.
You'll burn my body quietly set free,
And I'll cry for you as I sway from my tree.

I'd give you my brain nothing you would gain,
Its misery seeps from you.
When leaving my cage I am in a rage
LyricsBecause I know what you're up to.

When you walk away remember next day,
Not a second I've slept, awake I'll have kept.
When I reappear, don't look on in fear
My hands could kill
But they never will.

You can't burn me with your laser beam,
It's pointed at you and tomorrow's dream.
You'll burn my body quietly set free,
And I'll cry for you as I sway from my tree


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When I get home it's late at night,
I'm black and bloody from my life,
I haven't time to clean my hands,
Cuts will only sting me through my dreams.

It's well past midnight as I lie
In a semi-conscious state.
I dream of people fighting me
Without any reason I can see.

In the morning I awake,
My arms my legs my body aches,
The sky outside is wet and grey
So begins another weary day.
So begins another weary day.

After eating I go out,
People passing by me shout.
I can't stand this agony
Why don't they talk to me?

LyricsIn the park I have to rest
I lie down and I do my best,
The rain is falling on my face
I wish I could sink without a trace.

In the morning I awake,
My arms my legs my body aches,
The sky outside is wet and grey,
So begins another weary day.
So begins another weary day.

In the park I have to rest
I lie down and I do my best,
The rain is falling on my face
I wish I could sink without a trace.

In the morning I awake,
My arms my legs my body aches,
The sky outside is wet and grey,
So begins another weary day.
So begins another weary day.


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I wear my cap with pride
When swaying side to side
Indoors where it be crude
Too late to find me shrewd.
I never lay in doubt
When walking from about
At home where it be warm
You're sound asleep unborn!

I'm a small chap
Walk tall chap
When it rains
Cats and dogs
From my pocket I pick a pac-a-mac.

Inside a rubber wall yelling
Screams echo, off the ceiling.
My love could penetrate
So I'll leave you now prostrate.
My fag smoulders out and out
And odours waft there about
LyricsSo I give my head a kip
My cap's worn to a split.

I'm a small chap
Walk tall chap
When it rains
Cats and dogs
From my pocket I pick a pac-a-mac.

I wear my cap with pride
When swaying side to side
Indoors where I feel nude
Too late to find me shrewd.
I never lay in doubt
When walking from about
At home where it be warm
You're sound asleep unborn!

I'm a small chap
Walk tall chap
When it rains
Cats and dogs
From my pocket I pick a pac-a-mac.


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I'll promise you a gift worth much more if not sold.
Half for you and half for me if I may act so bold.
I'll promise you a home that money cannot buy.
All good homely spirits walking by and by.

I'll promise you a world of making of amend,
And on our anniversary invite you round the bend.

I'll promise you a life it only takes a tick.
All the fruits of life carry you aboard my ship.
I'll promise you a world of making of amend,
And on the anniversary invite you round the bend.

Don't feign to me you're only acting when you care,
So I've decided on decisions that will not strike you very fair.

Let's devise a plan and we'll think about it twice,
Sketching watercolour paints, bury hatchets in the ice.

Don't feign to me you're only acting when you care,
So we decided on decisions that will not strike you very fair.
Lyrics
Let's devise a plan and we'll think about it twice,
Let's make mates merry, bury hatchets in the ice.

Don't feign to me you're only acting when you care,
So we decided on decisions that will not strike you very fair.

Now let's devise a plan and we'll think about it twice,
Let's make mates merry, bury hatchets in the ice.

Don't feign to me you're only acting when you care,
So we decided on decisions that will not strike you very fair.

Now let's devise a plan and we'll think about it twice,
Sketching watercolour paints, bury hatchets in the ice.


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So there I am polished heart throat in full puff
I look the part my wad is packed to reimburse.
I've yet to re-rehearse many moons spent on lovelines lent from
Long-legged pop-eyed fat-necked Benny Bullfrog.

Final run-through polish up
The flower of love's my buttercup.
Moon in June for you I'll croon
Just like pop-eyed fat-necked Benny Bullfrog.

Mean piece of muscle I'm Melvin Toad,
I dice with death, across the road.
Hop aboard my lover's leap
Fat-necked Quatermass
Who needs a Benny Bullfrog.

Here she comes (Keep a cool head)
My legs numb (Keep a cool head)
I can't run (Keep a cool head)
High! My name's Hunky how d'you do
I catch a fly in one swoop
LyricsI catch a fly just for you
That's if you do want me to
But you're not hungry I know
A sixth sense gave me a clue.
I know what else we can do.
(You creep !)

Long-legged pop-eyed fat-necked Benny Bullfrog.

Wish I was Benny Bullfrog
Cool as Benny Bullfrog
What's the secret, Bullfrog?


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He hums tonight through his streets,
My unlatched window the tune repeats,
The kerb-crawling car winds down to a stop.
A few seconds mumble then whisks him off.

Sick and tired of abuse,
Controlled signs of hysteria,
But like when dawn arrives,
He remembers his leisure.

He runs tonight through his block,
A crack in the curtain is unlocked.
No meeting with a mother or greeting a friend
A sharp-looking boot-jack with some time to spend.

Sick and tired of abuse,
Controlled signs of hysteria,
But like when dawn arrives,
He remembers his leisure.

He cries tonight
LyricsThrough his manner
I can see his conscience
Get the better
From a door-way stepped in
Shadowed leather
Exchanging handshakes for money
And pleasure.

He crawls tonight through his scum,
From my dirty window his body's numb.
Beneath the street-lamp tilts shoulders bent,
Then meets his pick-up who pays his rent.

Sick and tired of abuse,
Controlled signs of hysteria,
But like when dawn arrives,
He remembers his leisure.
His pleasure


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Summer in London, watery sunshine,
A place in the city where I can go sometimes.
To get on a red bus and go anywhere,
See all the sights and not pay the fare,
Summer in London.

Chip on your shoulder, chips in your mouth,
Can you see the old lady, with tickets to tout.
Getting the tourists into their traps,
Taking their money, the shirts off their backs,
Summer in London.

To get in a taxi and go anywhere,
Jump out at the park and not pay the fare.
Watch Speakers Corner, listen to their talk,
Eating their ice creams, going for a walk.

Summer in London, the weather man said,
Waking up late, got to get out of bed.
So much to do, got to go everywhere
A day on the town and not pay the fare.
Riots in London

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