Recorded 16th-18th August 1997 at Replica Recording Studio,
Clarence Mill, Bollington
Produced by the Martyrs
Co-produced and engineered by Sean Connor
Thanks to: Sean; Jenny; Greenhouse Rehearsal Studios, Stockport
Lyrics, music & performances: © Scarlet Martyrs 1997
You keep telling me
All the problems I can't see
But somewhere in my head
Broken promises go unsaid
Got some time for me to shine
So keep the faith
And stay your side of the line
You keep coming round
Breaking promises, what's that sound
But somewhere in my head
Broken promises go unsaid
Let me take you to the place
Waiting there for me
Now's the time to fly
Where do you wanna be
It is cold and dark in here
I like it that way
I am stone cold sober
I don't wanna stay
Yes I'm going now
So keep the faith
And stay your side of the line
You're a high speed chase through the streets of 'Cisco
You're a sharp white suit in a fevered disco
You're the runaway train on Breakheart Pass
If I caught your cab, you'd probably floor the gas
I'll never see you any other way
Even when we step into the day
I'll never meet a real star
I wouldn't need to go that far
You're the dust that swirls round the nameless stranger
You're the quick-drawn gun of the avenging angel
You're the secret agent's caviar
You're the kind of girl they need on Mars
Tell me I've seen too many films
Does it always end that way?
My casting couch is worn right through
The credits roll, they never stay
(go away)
You're the innocent girl asleep on her pillow
I'm Christopher Lee, the curtains billow
In a kung-fu fight, you're the snapping sound
Or a wonderful life in a lonely midwest town
In a silent movie, you're the jazz singer
The wildest scene, the biggest swinger
You're all these things and I have to say
Go ahead punk, make my day
A billion stars above my head
Many points of light below
Around my sleep I dream, I float
On my own but not alone
With my thoughts I'm quite at home
I can see eternity
Don't want to leave here
Everything seems so clear
I believe it's under my control
Not even under gravity's pull
Fingers reach to touch, to feel
But I can only see and hear
No communication with the ground
Passing wave of future times
Washes over in my mind
It looks great from where I stand
It is beautiful out here
This is where I long to stay
The starlight fades to day
In his flesh, I carved my name
In his naivety, I played my games
He was stupid, he missed the signs
In her hunger, he swallowed my lies
So I'm cutting up Susie
I never liked her anyway
And I'm slashing her memories
And I'm cursing that awful day
In the heat, she stroked his neck
In the malls she wrote his cheques
In a world of thieves, she was the best
They stole nothing, she had the rest
In the final blow, I saw her stars
In the streetlamp glow, I saw his car
By the time he left and came back home
Her bags were out, we were alone
In the dead of night, we are secure
In my hands, the memories tore
All the screams of wounded pride
Her image and the knife collide
Special day, spend a special way
Escape from the life we don't want
Special time and it's special time
As we reflect on the life we don't want
Do we have the time
Do we have the time
Oh yeah
Will you give me the time
Do we have the right
Do we have the right
Oh yeah
Do we have the right
Special way, spend a special day
Away from the life we don't want
Special time and it's no special crime
Reflect on the things we don't want
Will you give me the time
Will you give me the time
Oh yeah
Will you give me the time
Oh will you just listen
No point in just kissing
Get away from the things we had today
Can you see
Can you see me?
Give it away
Give it away
Please don't give it away
Catatonic
In denial
Cannot even crack a smile
"I'll do it like this," you say
But it's easier my way
Got your veins in a bloody twist
This is really no easy fix
Got your veins in a bloody twist
This is really no easy fix
To a problem you have made
For yourself that cuts your daze
Days go by and your role reversal
Is complete and you do just what you will
Alone in your room
You just might
Alone in your room
God I hope it's airtight
Prostitute in a million ways
For any life that pays
"Not for any price," you say
But it never goes that way
You say it's better than it seems
Well maybe in your dreams
Take a good look at what you've made
A shadow of your former days