Dear Sir :
Dear Sir, I want to catch the evening post.
Hope you don't find this in bad taste or a waste of your precious time.
Dear Sir, I have watched you for a while and what I see just suits me fine.
Frankly I say, may I hope?
May I join you on a roller-coaster ride?
(I'm yours, sincerely, I am).
Maybe we can make the most of the summer enchantment evening.
Dear Sir, I find the telephone so cold.
I'm much too shy to dial the dial.
You know it's simply not my style.
They're all saying it with flowers.
Tie mimosa to your gate, while I await your reply?
Join me on a roller-coaster ride?

Guitars & bass & keyboards - Tim McTighe.
Keyboards & guitar - Julianne.

Miss World :
She's an ordinary girl.
Her family moved to Liverpool, she hates the school, burns the books and works in a supermarket,
'cause her classmates teased when she said she'd be famous.
You don't need CSE's when you're going to be Miss World.
And if they mispronounce your name, you'll just be happy that you came, Miss World.
Well the man on the phone said "Glamour work's a stepping stone towards the throne"
and he was right 'cause she's televised tonight.
Her new career begins and ends in tears, as last year's quits and the crown just fits.
Miss World….
.
And hey you've made the grade, don't be afraid of this world.
Miss World, it's a hollow victory, you've been doing things for charity,
but not for free, cutting ribbons, open a supermarket.
See how dark it is when the sash and the flashbulbs fade….
.
when they stop the cheques and you're only an ex-Miss World?
Guitars, piano , Hammond & strings - Julianne.
Bass - Andy.
Acoustic Guitar - Marty.

Star
As Bright As You Are : No keeping up with any 'Jones's' just be one of the drones-es.
No queen bees just little 'me's.
I can't shine like the beautiful people who live in my mind do.
No, I can't shine.
I've made a wish upon a star as bright as you are….
And if my heart floats up into the nimbus, just keep counting the number of times it can orbit the Earth before it crashes on little me.
I can't shine….
She is lost who hesitates.
It may already be too late.
What's the time?

Guitars - Christian Hayes.
Bass - Andy.

Trumpet Song :
Too much time, too many mirrors here to inspire us.
Fat pigs fishing for pearls, too many admirers.
You know those 'yes-men' adore you, but they can't do everything for you so blow your own trumpet.
What a flick of the wrist in one so young.
And you get everything that you need with a twist of your tongue.
You know those 'yes-men' adore you ….
"Together, together, together we could inherit the earth!"
But you know that isn't good enough, he needs to inherit the stars!
While he needs desperately to succeed he just doesn't have the time to blow any minds, so blow your own.
He runs rings around your confidence, he undermines you, when he reminds you he's fantastic, thinks he's brilliant
(Hmm, three weeks ago he was listening to Marillion!),
but, he's turning over a new leaf, a clover, so few people noticed, so few, oh-oh-oh-only a few people noticed.
This just undermines him, this just undermines his c-c-confidence.
Guitars & perc. - Christian Hayes.
Bass & guitar - Tim.
Keyboards - Julianne.
Brass - The Tijuana Trio feat. Gary Stout.
Perc. - Laurence O'Keefe

The Milkman (Full Cream Version) :
Hey, well isn't this fun, isn't it?
Isn't it hunky dory, couldn't ask for more-y, isn't this FUN!
Hey, isn't this neat but we've got to be discreet.
Cause something this supercalifragilistic can get sado-masochistic so quickly.
So if you want to know me, well you'd just better take things slowly, yeah.
I said Hey, well I've been re-arranged, you might think that I've changed.
I used to be a little kitty purring sicking up a bowl of fur in luxury's lap with an eye on the cat-flap
(Uuuurgh!) but then the milk turned sour (You're the milkman of human kindness).
But if you want to know me ….
I can choose a wedding ring.
White lace and red roses?
Have a whole bunch of rosy-cheeked children….
"Are you sure?
REALLY sure?
" - No thanks!!

Guitars & bass - Tim.
Keyboards - Julianne

Mat's Prozac :
Can you take a wallflower and turn her into a nuclear power plant, 'cause they can't?
No belle no ball, the violet is ultra-small and still shrinking.
But back at Dr. Mat's flat, they say they need a new white rat, and I'm thinking about it.
And I don't need to feel wonderful, just OK……
Can you take a wallflower and turn her into a nuclear power plant, 'cause they can't?
Imagining a new me, 3D, Super 8 (can't wait) full-colour stereo Day-Glo.
Could your cosmetic pharmacology rescue my neurology, maybe?
And I don't need to feel wonderful, just OK.
Remember to remind me to bring my disguise.
Some of my friends won't recognise me.
Recognise me! Don't give me away.
And I don't need to feel wonderful, just OK.
All I need's a panacea.
But what I need just isn't here.
Guitar - Christian Hayes.
Guitar & Bass - Tim McTighe.
Keyboards & Guitar- Julianne

Blue Sonic Boy :
He's like an ice-cream man with no bell in his van.
Though he'd like to, he can't even serve you if you're deserving of his fine wares.
He's terribly ambitious and he's occasionally vicious and if wishes were little fishes, he'd be every fisherman's friend.
I found him looking in a mirror then looking in my shoes, looking in my pockets for a razor.
He's my blue sonic boy, I believed in his watery lies and his half-arsed scheme to rule the world.
But you know it isn't easy hanging out with the Timelords when you're a Dalek and can't even climb up the stairs.
So when you wake tomorrow, stick a bell in your van, be a '99 man', it will help you in your endeavours to greatly succeed.
I found him looking in a mirror then looking in my shoes, looking in my pockets for a razor.
He's my blue sonic boy.
I found him looking in a mirror then looking in my shoes, looking in the pocket of my blazer for razors.
Looking in the mirror, looking out for clues.
Blue sonic boy….
We were having such a lovely holiday until we blew our minds away.

Guitars & keyboards and breaking of the sound barrier - Christian Hayes.
Guitars, bass & mayhem - Tim.
Guitar & Keyboards - Julianne.

Bang Bang :
It's so exciting , how come you say everything's humdrum?
We've got the zeitgeist and the 'fabulous 4' knocking at the door.
We'll entertain them in our seedy Bohemian love-nest.
And if you wanted to you could get into it but you feign disinterest.
Why take your life so so seriously?
It's something I've never done, so give me the gun, 'cause honey you're no fun.
Look at the joy you've killed, there it goes, bang bang, it's dead.
Instead of life on the run, life should be wonderful, just give me the gun.
Surrender is so much more mellow than yellow.
I don't see your white flag and you're becoming a drag of a fellow.
Accolades for acting your age are something you've never won, so give me the gun, 'cause honey you're no fun….
.
Guitars and keyboards - Julianne.
Bass - Andy Cousin

Battersea :
Patrician militia, they're all Latin and fringe.
Sugar daddies care with their jobs for the boys and their old school ties can't beat or join them.
Very nice, honey and sugar and spice.
Never fails, innocent wag of a puppy-dog's tail.
You're killing me.
Don't do this to a woman of uncertain age.
Ryvita Lolita, she walks like a piece of mascara'd Piccadilly trade, and no-one will tell her.
Very nice, honey and sugar and spice…
Should be taking the kids to school in her husband's German car, should be taking the kids to school but, no….
I don't need a doctor, I need you to TAKE ME SERIOUSLY.

Guitar - Marty.
Bass - Andy.
Keyboards and string thing - Christian Hayes

A Dark Place :
Just another breath-stealing Saturday, the sugar world just crawled down the Westway, I was happy just to be there.
Hours drifting in the sugar world chaos, I wondered how I'd ended up six miles under, when all I wanted was to get into your head.
I have woken up and dug out of a dark place.
Six years and a spoon and not a day too soon, yeah, you'd think I'd asked for the moon.
Drifting in the sugar world chaos, I lost it.
Something filled up and spilled over.
I wanted to get away from my head after a black elastic taxi drive into your neon-lit, sparkling, frightening psyche.
No, don't formaldehyde me.
Don't H. P. Lovecraft me, I can't stay here all my life.

Bass - Andy.
Tremolo Guitar - Marty.
'Dirty' & lead guitar & keyboards - Julianne

Hit Or Miss (Ballad of the Crash Test Dummies) :
These cars are crashing in my head.
The traffic slows to see the carnage.
I'm thrown slow-motion through the air with you on my mind and rubies of glass in my hair.
'Cause this is where I swerve, trying to avoid you.
And I want to collide but I can't decide what I should do.
Hit or miss you?
Twin stars like you and I are, spin around in vicious circles.
You'll die and though I try to shine you'll make me dim, your gravity sucking me in.
So I begin to swerve, trying to avoid you.
And I want to collide but I can't decide what I should do.
Hit or miss you?
"I love you", ( three words to make you laugh) - you kind of sneer and tell me, "Isadora loved her scarf".
And if that's the case I'd better brace me for a fall 'cause it's a long way down.

Everything played by Julianne.

Julie Christie - (instrumental) :
Everything but the drums played by Julianne.

Messed Up :
She's working at the launderette.
There's not much time for the novelette she's been writing for several years or more, but, she's happier, happier, happier than when she fell in love at 17.
Happier, happier, happier than then, but not quite the happiest she's ever been.
The grass was everso green ….
He washed the car last Saturday.
He couldn't have picked a nicer day and if they ask, say 'yeah', say 'yeah he's happier than when he fell in love at 17.
He's happier'… .
Their love waits for the sun to rise.
Their love waits where their hearts lie bleeding two holes in the skyline with nowhere to go.
I hope they're happier then when they fell in love at 17.
Happier.

Guitars - Christian Hayes & Julianne.
Bass - Andy.
Brass arranged by Christian Hayes and played by Nick & Allan Tidbury

Tiny Window :
I'm so sorry that I never write, or come see you, I'm not a socialite.
Out of sight's not out of my mind, underlined in my diary's a place I should be, a face I should see, some things I should do.
Did you think that I'd forget you too?
Do you have a tiny window to pencil me in, yeah?
Not on Monday, I'm playing with the band Tuesday, Wednesday?
I'm really in demand.
With the artwork , the re-mix and dentist, I guess what I meant is, my back's to the wall, still, give me a call…. some things I should do.
Did you think that I'd forget you too?
Do you have a tiny window to pencil me in?
A place I should be, a face I should see, the things I should do, did you think that I'd forget you too, do you have a tiny window to pencil me in?
A call I should make, a trip I should take, the things I should do, did you think that I'd forget you?

Guitar & keyboards & string thing- Julianne.
Bass - Andy.

Star :
Don't think I want to be a 'star'.
(It might look glamourous from where you are).
Outside, a limousine.
The curtains twitch, my neighbour's seen.
I drive away in someone else's dream.
I can't shine like the beautiful people who live in my mind do, no I can't shine.
Don't think I want to be a 'star'….
It might look pretty good from where you are, but, in my swimming pool I know I'd sink on drugs and drink, and not before I'd written off the car, no, I don't think I ant to be a 'star'.
I can't shine like the beautiful people who live in my mind do, no I can't shine.
Don't think I want to be a 'star'….
She is lost who hesitates.
It may already be too late.
What's the time?
Don't think I want to be a 'star'.
I can't shine (as bright as you are ….)

Guitars and keyboards - Julianne.
Bass - Andy.
Weird bit in the middle by Tim!

Pyjamadrama :
Saturday night, because it feels right, don't say you're afraid of the things I am made of,just say you'll sleep over.
Come the weekend, come just as a friend, we'll put on some make-up, eat chocolate cake up, oh darling, sleep over.
You've got hair I'd like to style, you've got the kind of nails I'd like to file.
You got lips that I'd die to gloss, you got teeth I'd like to floss.
Saturday night, 'cause it feels right, don't say you're afraid of the things I am made of, just say you'll sleep over.
Oh bring me candy, bring me kisses, bring me conversational hits and misses, a fine line, sparkling wine… .
Expect you here round a quarter to nine?
Saturday night, 'cause it feels right, no, I'm not afraid of the things you are made of, just say you'll sleep over.

Rubbishy little keyboard & guitar by Julianne

Dumb Girl (Home demo) :
And so you're back from India?
Did you discover your mind, did you find yourself?
I scratched names on a bus stop and raided a sweet shop, so jealous of your mental health.
And now you think you've got my number.
You think I'm just a dumb girl.
But I've been to the university of me.
And there's no school rules I will abide by, no discipline.
There's no qualifications, there's no examinations you can take to get you in ….
Time lies in my lazy bed.
And time flies (in your head).
He said he knew all along that she was just a dumb, dumb girl.
Dumb, dumb, dumb… .
And now you think you've got my number?
She's just a dumb, dumb girl.

All music by Tim

Unborn Angel (Home demo) :
Don't ask me if refusal offends.
There are so many other would-be mothers you could charm.
Unborn angel I'm not what you need.
Girls like me were never intended to breed.
Mother Nature, a mistress of tasks, so very selective, has defective found my genes.
So I'll never never know, never know the pain of keeping my mouth shut while you pour life down the drain.
You chime, innocent time - how dare you the bell toll in this hellhole of my prime !?
Unborn angel I'm not what you need ….
Sleep awhile, sleep pretty baby, goodnight.
All music by Tim, except string keyboard by Julianne.

Martian Man : (Lyrics by Lynsey dePaul).
All played on an Ensoniq keyboard by Julianne.