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JIGSAW
When time walks by in my best shoes
I know I’ve got to race
Don’t like morning’s newspaper news
Oh mirror, give me a face
With a daytime job like the third world war
If I ain’t in the factory you know I’m in the store
And I’m out of place
Just want the notes of a rhythm machine
My friend’s inside the sound
I shave and wash to keep me squeaky clean
Friday come around
I wish I’d find a reason for tomorrow being there
Cos I got no ambition and I really don’t care
It’s all upside down
It’s so weird just being here
Dreamlines sometimes make it clear
Common sense is nonsense and a life of fear
I got no solution to the world’s intrusion
I got no solution, no mix, no kicks, no fusion
Find me a lover in the neon nite
You know, a girl for me!
But all the women stand so bright and tight
And I’m so loose and free
With a four star heart like a junkyard fence
And a rollerskate mind that don’t make no sense
Can this really be?
I want a recipe for reality
It ain’t asking much
But all I get is entropy
No loving touch
Gotta smile the while while I’m slaving here
They say go far but what I want is near
And that’s enough
It’s so weird just being here
Dreamlines sometimes make it clear
Common sense is nonsense and a life of fear
I got no solution to the world’s intrusion
I got no solution, no mix, no kicks, no fusion
Words by Peter Greatorex. Copyright (c) Pig Pen Music 1989.
Lyrics by Peter Greatorex.
Music by P.Greatorex/G.Davies/R.Holloway/M.Greatorex/G.Barbe.
Recorded at Bandspace, Exeter.
Peter Greatorex – vocals
George Davies – guitar
Richard Holloway – keys
Marc Greatorex – bass
Graham Barbe – drums