------------------------------------------------------------------------ B-Sides and Abandoned Tracks / New Model Army Heroin 12" Mix Adrenalin No SenseTrust Brave New World 12" (Gregovich Mix) R.I.P Brave New World 2 Ten Commandments Courage Lights Go Out (US Remix) Deadeye Prison Curse Ghost Of Your Father Modern Times Drummy B (Billy McCann Version) Marry The Sea Sleepwalking ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Heroin 12" Mix B-Side to NO REST - 1985 He said ' come on now darling If you love me like you say You can just lie there and sniff the smoke You don't have to use your vein And you knew all the stories But this sweet boy would never do you harm You remember very clearly The blood you used to sign Because the night gave you virginity Was the night it took your mind They said that you were pretty then In the mirror now you see this worn and greasy slut Ch: We only get one crack at this We only get the once Just four score years and ten old friend And yours are bleeding away With the puss that fills your veins So now here come your customers knocking on your door With the faces of stupid children Who think they are something more You believed the lies that were told to you So now you pass the same lies like disease And where are all your family to lock that waiting door? And where are all your good friends now To slap your stupid face? Instead you've got your little club Who'll protect you, sure, Like they'll slit your throat for a couple of quid Ch: We only get one crack at this We only get the once Just four score years and ten old friend And yours are bleeding away With the puss that fills your veins No matter how you kid yourself Well you still know the truth Just four scroe years and ten old friend And yours are bleeding away With the puss that fills your veins Now your little son, just two years old Comes crawling across the floor Past the red eviction notice That lies unopened by the door But they all live so far away and here It's all OK, stinking, pathetic, filthy (Sullivan/Joolz) Comments: Heroin was the fashionable drug of the time especially in the north where the unemployment of the early Thatcher years hit hardest. The song was written in response to a particularly creepy set of Bradford junkies and also the woman who tried to sell stuff outside the post office where we cashed our giros. It created a howl of protest for its bile. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Adrenalin from the Acoustic Ep - 1985 We were in the corner The Clanduff by the door On opposite sides of the dancefloor Staring across the hall The lights go out, the fists fly in It's the usual Friday scene Because adrenalin is the strongest drug That there has ever been There's this funny little bloke asking all these questions Writing down what we say So we wound him up like a clockwork dog And we watched him trotting away Two weeks later there's a feature in the paper Called 'Britain's Urban Shame' The've got the 'teenage thugs of the new estates' With our photographs and names Ch: So we cut our hair to prove it And we wore the clothes to prove it And armed ourselves to prove it And chose our place to prove it And we danced that way to prove it And we made ourselves believe it Until all the world believed it Until even you believed it And I was just a little part But I felt the wheels turning And these are all just little flames But the whole damn city's burning Now that we were famous We watched everything that we did We were the villains of the neighbourhood And heroes to all the kids And even when that old bloke died We pretended that nothing was changed We jus tbroke the silence with some stupid song And went on with the stupid game Ch: And we cut our hair to prove it... (Sullivan) Comments: After Stuart Morrow left NMA, Justin & Robert did the 'Acoustic EP' alone together. It was odd with just the two of us in a huge studio but we recorded Joolz' 'Love Is'. The seeds for 'Adrenalin' originate in the 70s when Justin was living in Belfast, where the 'tartan gangs' from different Protestant estates were less interested in 'the Troubles' than in kicking shit out of each other every weekend. As ever the media loved it and 'the public gets what the public wants...' We rerecorded the song later with a band, but this is the original. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ No Sense from the Acoustic Ep - 1985 Are we still not speaking? Bitter words leave such a bitter taste And yes I meant to hurt you But it was never meant to go as far as this Ch: And still I can make no sense Out of these things that I do And I still put myself through this version of hell Just put you through it too Yes I know I started it But you shouldn't say those things that you say I always thought people were meant to learn by their mistakes But it never seems to work out that way Ch: And still I can make no sense Out of these things that I do And Is till put myself through this version of hell Just to drag you through it too Sweat on the dancefloor, blood from the broken glass No favours ever given, no favours ever asked This strange kind of communion as these empty words are played These are the promises we made (Sullivan/Heaton) Comments: We recorded this at Jam Studios and the nbroke into Wesses in the middle of the night to use their Hammond organ. Originally it had the biggest, weirdest drum sound ever, but we were told that it couldn't be cut onot vinyl so unfortunately we had to change it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Trust from the Acoustic Ep - 1985 Walking home on a foggy night Walking home alone Wishing there was power in my fingertips To burn through this solid stone How the hell am I supposed to know what modd you're in When you're changing all the time? I thought we were meant to be in this thing together Like partners in the perfect crime Ch: Well, it's up to you, it's up to you If you won't trust me then there's nothing I can do It's up to you, it's up to you And yes, I've made my fair share of mistakes Maybe a lot more than I should But listen to too much of that downtown talk And you believe a lot more than you should Ch: Well, it's up to you, it's up to you If you won't trust me than there's nothing I can do There's a battle to win and if you're not in Then we'll do it on our own We'll do it on our own (Sullivan) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Brave New World 12" (Gregovich Mix) from the BRAVE NEW WORLD Ep - 1985 The office lines are busy And the girls are working hard Tonight they'll be out clubbing With their boyfriends busy wishing they were Gentlemen please take your seats There's champagne in the boardroom Let's drink a toast to prosperity Tell the waiting pressmen that Ch: No, there's nothing wrong here Nothing's wrong here, nothing at all Remember locking all the doors Before you went to bed Then waking with those racing dreamsRinging round your head The future's full of shining cars On shining tarmac roads Cutting through the wasted years And all the old abandoned tracks and Ch: No, there's nothing wrong here Nothing's wrong here, nothing at all So kepp that smile on your face Have a drink to help you sleep at night They got what they desired We're passive in their brave new world We are not young and beautiful, we are not rich and bold And we are not the people who bought the dreams you sold And we hate your smiling faces and we hate what you have done We hate your patronising and we hate your cold blue eyes And we all feel the anger, and we all feel the same This crazy blinding fury that we cannot explain And we all see reflections in each other's eyes We live with so few troubles, but with so many many lies and Ch: No, there's nothing wrong here Nothing's wrong here, nothing at all... (Sullivan/Heaton/Harris/Joolz) Comments: 1985 was the height of yuppy culture - a truly disgusting period. Meanwhile, our own flirtation with conventional 'success' had ended and we found ourselves in London totally alienated in every way from our surroundings. This is the original version of the song the 2 am mix, done in the basement 16-track (before we started trying to get clever with it). ------------------------------------------------------------------------ R.I.P from the BRAVE NEW WORLD Ep - 1985 This all started the way things do With a laugh and a cup of tea around the fire As we sheltered from those wicked winds In front of that old TV And we joked and we smiled as we watched each other With those ambitious bright eyes Those eyes that saw eyery detail of the world so clear And we bided our time impatiently Until the hunger really burned Until the softest sweetest kisses were lost Amidst the thunder in our hearts We watched the people round us Getting on, getting up, getting old But the game we were going to play so well We'd get to stay young forever To begin with they just smiled And stepped around our little fire But remember how pretty soon that all began to change But now bitter in this great city All the little children should go home Because the big men want to make deals When they find out that you've got something they want Ch: The party's gone, the party's done The party's over children You'd better go home Funny how they all come running If you let your pockets jangle a little And there's that strange queasy feeling Every time someone holds a door open for you Such sweetness, such kindness While they manoeuvre you into position And all we know, we all know how hard it is To bite the hand that feeds you Remember all those old movies we used to watch Every Friday night on TV However fast you run, however slow the mummy walks It always catches you in the end Ch: The party's gone, the party's done The party's over children You'd better go home This dream is gone, this dream is dead This dream is over, children You'd better go home (Sullivan/Heaton) Comments: This was a very personal song. We didn't handle our brief early encounter with 'fame' and 'pressure' any better than anyone else, probably worse than most. It left a very bitter taste. In November 1985 we found ourselves marooned in a London cellar trying to come to terms with what we'd messed up. At the end of the song Robert throws his sticks down in a gesture of utter frustration. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Brave New World 2 from the BRAVE NEW WORLD Ep - 1985 The thick black smoke comes rising up Silent in these dreams There's faces leering through the haze That ripples in the heat And words are just some place to hide A wall that we can run behind When truth is itching, scratching, twisting But locked away deep down inside Ch: No, there's nothing wrong here There's nothing wrong here, nothing at all We sat up talking late last night Trying to make some sense But we were just skirting round with clever words And all the things that we pretend There's guard dogs straining at the leash With the soldiers standing by Staring into empty space Beyond the twisted wire Ch: No, there's nothing wrong here There's nothing wrong here, nothing at all So when this nightmare's over Will you just rock me back to sleep Tomorrow is another day Passive in their Brave New World (Sullivan/Heaton/Harris/Joolz) Comments: Like many of our best songs, we recorded this as an afterthought. We were driving endlessly round in London in the middle of the night trying to borrow an old piano and to beg a couple of hours of cheap studio time... Back to the list of tracks ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ten Commandments B-Side to 51st STATE - 1986 Down comes Moses with the Ten Commandments Hewn on a tablet just the bitterest pill Breaks up the party in the valley below Says obey my orders and you're doing God's will And disciples of Jesus, lost and forgotten When the brand new faith isn't doing so well Write the Book of Revelation to terrify the people Join our religion or you're heading for hell Ch: I will bow to the earth, bow to the sea Bow to the love between you and me, Bow tto the sun, bow to the land But never to a god made in the image of man Here comes Mohammed, back from the desert Another male prophet with the word of the Lord Shut off the women, lock them in darkness Kill all opponents in a holy war Here is murder, here is oppression Here is the order that the Church demands Burn three million women, call them witches and heretics Then change the tune when the fashion demands Ch: I will bow to the earth, bow to the sea... How they run to you now How they grovel to you now I think they're mad How they subjugate their pride As if it's a sin to be alive I think that's sad Down with Moses and his Ten Commandments Deader than deadest of the Dead Sea Scrolls Back to the desert with Jesus and Mohammed Kick out the prophets and save our souls Ch: I will bow to the earth, bow to the sea... (Sullivan) Commandments: We recorded this for 'The Ghost Of Cain' but the producer Glyn Johns never liked it and it ended up as a B-side. In the end we think he was probably right... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Courage B-Side to POISON ST - 1987 We walk every morning in silence Past the mills on Whetley Lane Where the lights went out for the very last time And they never came on again The spokesman all shred crocodile tears In the glory of the news at ten But the proudest eyes are long since dry And they're never going to cry again Dear friends I salute your courage And I toast to your health And I wish you all the luck in the whole wide world May you never be broken like they say you will Waking up sudden from a nightmare You were walking the line in vain With a shaven head to the slaughterhouse And you never came back again But she took me in her amrs and she held me Close tight for a minute or two And we laughed and smiled, closed our eyes Slept again, thinking of you And the way that it is The way it really is With the money talking and the scape goat lover With the painted face of a scolding mother I salute your courage And I toast to your health And I wish you all the luck in the whole wide world May you never be broken like they say you will be Now lost in time, cut off from history This is not knowledge, this is information... (Sullivan/Heaton) Comments: This was hurriedly recorded in Newcastle for the 'Poison Street' single. Robert and Moose put down the basic idea while Justin was writing the lyrics sitting in his knackered car on a snowbound motorway flyover. The song was written for a friend of ours made redundant from the Newcastle shipyards... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Lights Go Out (US Remix) from the US Poison St. Ep. I went to my mother Said - please make me king I went to my mother Said - I've got to be king She said son - well you've got to wait your turn Patience is a virtue that you never seemed to learn You were born with nothing, to nothing you'll return Ch: Now, now the lights go out There's no warning Now, now the lights go out There's no reason Now, now the voices cry We don't don't need you I went to my father Said - please make me a king I went to my father Said - I've got to be king He said son - you've got to do your time I've done 53 years and I haven't yet done mine You're just one of the millions waiting in line Ch: Now, now the lights go out History gave us meaning, gave us a place Gave my father reasons for the lines on his face But we asked for the money and money they gave And God how that made us easy to enslave So today at the office we picked up the cheque The handshake of gold, the stab in the back The old men went drinking, drowning it out So in every street, in every town Comes some young pretender Just gunning for a crown Take it- take it all But now, now the lights go out... (Sullivan/Heaton) Comments: The remix was done by Andy Wallace for American clubs and radio... everybody loved it, except American clubs and radio ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Deadeye B-Side to VAGABONDS - 1989 To the thoughts of the many from the mids of the few Voice of reason, censored view The truth is the News and the News is the truth As if that'll do as a lame excuse For killing the slavers, taking the slaves Burying the dead, then robbing the graves Stealing the modesty from heroes brave Make the tears gush like waves Ch: Deadeye watches, still the killing carries on To the rhythm of the gunfire and the voices of concern Deadeye claims to be some conscience for us all But I was never born to be some fly upon the wall Window dressing and the tinsel wreath Stael the pity and the widow's grief Sentimental with a furrowed brow Pinning the heart on the blooded sleeve Ch: Deadeye watches, still the killing carries on... And yes I've crouched beneath the glow, dazzled by it all But this is not the world I know or people I recall To the thoughts of the many from the minds of the few Voice of reason, censored view A little knowledge is a dangerous thing Here is the butterfly, here's the wing Ch: Deadeye watches, still the killing carries on... (Sullivan) Comments: 'Deadeye' is a well chosen Native American expression for television. 'Congratulations, gentlemen. You've just invented the biggest time waster of all time. Use it well'.-Isaac Schonberg ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Prison B-Side to GET ME OUT - 1990 The curtain moves, the air swims, The sweat dries cold on the shivering skin The sheets they twist and turn again round and round My mother she feeds and cares for me, Shackled to responsibility All her precious dreams for me crashing down Tell them all to go away Tell them all I'll be OK Tell them all it's just today, please not today They're building special facilities, Laboratory animals die for me I live with my humility, humility November 1989, The're dancing on the Berlin Wall tonight I feel the flow of history and have no part Tell them all to go away... A little night in town we said Oh I remember very well They'll be out of prison soon And me I'm locked forever in this... I went for my mother to a holy shrine The wheelchairs rattled through the afternoon Over the cobbles and up the hill In a desperate procession of will It hurts just the way it hurts today Those moments come then recede away Better to accept what you cannot change The less the pain Tell them all to go away... (Sullivan) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Curse B-Side to PURITY - 1990 Another foggy night in hometown Cruising the backstreet pubs with a friend or two I guess we were laughing how we made it through the bad old days When across the bar I caught a glimpse of you Sometimes they ask me why I don't sit with you I guess the'll never understand I don't need to have my heart broken another time Or to have to shake your useless wasted hand So tell me, what do you dream about? And tell me, how do you shut it all out? And how do you live with yourself now? And I hope that she's really happy now Now she's got her cake and went and ate him too Heads down, out, on 47 Poison Street With all the ghosts just sitting there with you Beethoven, he was a deaf man And Jesus Christ was a jew But of all those little twists of irony My favourite one is you And if our eyes ever have to meet for more than just one second Then if you weren't already there I would tell you to go to hell But if I spent my whole damn life trying to think of a curse for you It would never be as bad as the curse that you dealt to yourself So tell me, what do you dream about? And tell me, how do you shut it out? And how do you live with yourself now? So, what do you dream about? And how the hell do you shut it all out? And what do you feel about it now? (Sullivan/Heaton) Comments: The song begins with a reference back to 'Trust' and it was written about the same thing. Every membe of the band played guitar on it somewhere... so did the producer, Pat Collier. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ghost Of Your Father B-Side to HERE COMES THE WAR - 1993 It took fourteen hours to hitch from London to Portsmouth I can picture you in your battered old coat Blown by the trucks on the side of the road Cursing the world just until one pulls over The cab is warm, the driver is talking And oh if he had his time over again And you laugh with the man, but you think of another Stealing away around each darkened corner The ghost of your father always always watching And he waits for you when the black tide comes And you feel the ghost of your father... waiting An unbearable stillness hangs over these days Humming with the promises broken The bewildered watch from behind misted-up glass As the ambitious and lucky get to feed on the carcass When you feel so much in such a small space Do you think you can keep on running Like the papers that blow down your empty street Outside in the dark when you cannot sleep The ghost of your father always always watching And he waits for you when the black tide comes Do you feel the ghost of your father... waiting (Sullivan) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Modern Times B-Side to HERE COMES THE WAR - 1993 It seems strange to write about these things now but the time has probably come when we should accept whatever is past and gone and never will return Looking back to the beginning, I see a flood of painful memories and the bitter hurt and wounded pride that comes with our defeat We set out with our heads held high, so sure our ground, our righteousness... the new Jerusalem to be built with love and guts and truth But in the end we surrendered easily; it's no use pretending otherwise. Well, most of us had a little something to lose, enough to break our nerve Some of us made an easy peace and moved into the Brave New World; it's hard for the true believers to look back now and realise That for many of the crowd it was just the fashion, the cause of the moment; well we, if anyone, should know that you can look pretty dumb standing in last year's clothes And some of us, shellshocked still, ran for shelter And do the rituals the same old way pretending that someone out there cares And some of us live in the modern world; we give unto Caesar what is due and harbour the bitterness of defeat and daydreams of revenge. Now nothing you see out there is real and it matters not what you believe in; it matters less what you say, but only what you are. It matters what you are. It matters what you are. (Sullivan/Nelson) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Drummy B (Billy McCann Version) from the BALLADS Ep - 1993 The bonfires blazed across the city The smoke swirling into the sky We were standing shoulder to shoulder Billy McCann and I Our faces ruddy and burning As we stared into the flames But I know now the things that we saw that night Were not hte same Ch: And I see you as I walk away Standing by your barricade It's all over now between us Billy McCann goodbye So we'll sit up at the bar for the last time The way we used to do And I'll toast the love that you showed me And the faith I gave to you And we can drive out and watch the sunrise From the top of the Glenshane Pass And I won't make you answer the questions I've always tried to ask Ch: Now I see you as I walk away Standing still by your barricade It's all over now between us Billy McCann goodbye I see you as I walk away Standing by your barricade And though you never will forgive me Billy McCann goodbye (Sullivan/Heaton) Comments: These weren't the original lyrics which everyone liked except Justin. He decided to make it the song about Belfast that he'd been trying to write for years. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Marry The Sea from the BALLADS Ep - 1993 In the tall grass upon the dune He rests his head on you It's warm wind and a faded sky You watch him drifting far away Dreaming, drowning Ch: Did you marry a man who married the sea? He looks right through you to the distant grey Calling, calling Tried to uild a wall of sand It flows like water through your hand Ch: Did you marry a man who married the sea? He looks right through you to the distant grey Calling, calling (Sullivan) Comments: Written in the sandunes above Filey beach and recorded by Justin in a backroom of Amazon Studio when no one was looking... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Sleepwalking from the BALLADS Ep - 1993 this is an instrumental (Heaton) Comments: Robert recorded this as a demo idea and wanted words written for for it. Justin wanted to leave it alone. In the end we got Ed to put some violin on it and left it as an instrumental ------------------------------------------------------------------------