@ALBUM: NEW MODEL ARMY VENGEANCE - the Independent Story SLADE THE LEVELLER - VOCALS, GUITAR STUART MORROW - BASS, VOCALS ROB HEATON - DRUMS THIS GROUP IS EVERYTHING THAT WE EVER WANTED AND THE SONGS ARE ALL THAT WE FELT, LOVED AND BELIEVED IN. 1982-1984 NEW MODEL ARMY @SONG: BITTERSWEET (Sullivan/Morrow) 1981 PRODUCED BY NEW MODEL ARMY - Once upon a time it was easy - Everything kind of fell into place - Now this feeling won't leave me - We lost the power and we lost the pace - It's staring straight between the eyes - Something isn't right - The harder we try the more we realise - Something isn't right Ch: - So bittersweet, this whole thing - So bitter sweet - Caught in this struggle for power - Where only blood ever tastes sweet - Everything else is so sour - The numbing failures and defeats - The loner's not a western hero - With nerves of steel and a heart of gold - But here alone in the disco - Icy cold - But there's always another morning - We're never dead till the last breath @SONG: BETCHA (Sullivan/Morrow/Tompkins) 1980 PRODUCED BY NEW MODEL ARMY - We know we can hurt each other real bad - You know my weak spots, I know yours - How we come we egg each other on and on - Like battered boxers staying the course - How come we never ever come to blows - When we want to break each others necks - How come we stab each other with these words - When all we really want is sex - Why can't we talk it out - Why can't we fight it out - Why can't we kiss and go to bed - The seething angers burns around the room - The carefully poisoned arrows fly - And in the morning dirty tired hearts - And the scars of battle in our eyes @SONG: TENSION (Sullivan/Morrow) 1980 PRODUCED BY NEW MODEL ARMY - Like a desert, so smooth - So calm, like velvet - Like wire, so taut - So stretched, like steel - The surface is rippling - And straining and cracking - From within - Like a bomb, just ticking - And waiting, like hours - And hours keep folding - And winding and stretching - And deep down inside - The foundations are tearing apart - And the holes are all gaping - Swallowing everything - Please take me out of this dream - Tension - Nightmares like circles - Of lies all hidden - Seething and smouldering - Under the covers - No fire, no passion - But uneasy silence - And peace - In terror I'm waiting - For the one great explosion - Please take me out of this dream - Tension @SONG: GREAT EXPECTATIONS (Sullivan/Morrow) 1982 PRODUCED BY NEW MODEL ARMY - When I was young I dreamed and dreamed - About all the things that I was going to be - A brave explorer holding court - Or a really famous astronaut - Or captain of the England team - They said "Son, it could all be yours - You just work hard and pay your dues - Don't be content with what you've got - There's always more that you can want - Everybody's on the make - That's what made this country great" Ch: - So all I wanted in the end - Was world domination and a whole lot of money to spend - A little place to call my home - Like a planet that was all my own - Well that's not much to ask, it's really not - It's not much to ask, just the same as everybody else - So welcome to the free for all - The smash and grab, the freeloaders ball - Where everything is here for us - If we scream, shout, make a fuss - There's nothing that you can't afford - With a poisoned tongue and a sharpened sword - Spoilt children in a row - No-one dares to tell them "No" Ch: - So all I wanted in the end - Was world domination and a whole lot of money to spend - Everything I touch, everything I see - Fame and fortune, immortality - Well that's not much to ask, it's really not - It's not much to ask, just the same as everybody else - So in every heart there's a broken dream - A shattered cause, a might have been - In every eye there's a secret tear - In every heart there's a secret fear - That this is it, done, complete - Resign yourself to your defeat - the bitterness behind the show - That's where spoilt children go @SONG: SMALLTOWN ENGLAND (Sullivan/Morrow) 1982 PRODUCED BY MOND COWIE - Turn left at the lights about 50 yards down - There's a pub on the corner and I'll meet you inside - At quarter to eight and we'll go into town - And find out what everybody's been saying - About us - Smalltown walls have eyes and ears - Stories fly thick and fast around here - Truth and lies are all the same - Whatever you do don't rock the boat - You've got to play the game, play the game Ch: - Is it a crime to want something else - Is it a crime to believe in something different - Is it a crime to want to make things happen - To spit in the faces of the cynical fools - The incrowd know that the shell is thin - They all protect the cage they're in - Get drunk and stoned and wrecked again - No tears of rage, no cries of pain - Nothing ventured, nothing gained - In smalltown England - The world outside the oint in hand - Is all so hard to understand - And if visions of the world come clear - They're not allowed to interfere Ch: - Is it a crime . . . . . - The smell of hot food from the takeaway curry - Diesel fumes from a passing lorry - Waiting in the queue in the pouring rain - For the chip shop up on Bowling Lane - Well last week we all got really smashed - We couldn't stand up, it was a real laugh - And this week's going to be just the same - And the next and the next, again and again - They say you've got to have fun while you're young - 'Cos they can't believe there's anything else except this @SONG: NOTICE ME (Sullivan/Morrow) 1981 PRODUCED BY MOND COWIE - I'll take any drug in the whole damn world - If you'll only notice me - Mainline poisons by the score - Please will you notice me - I'll break any law, hurt anybody - For God's sake notice me - Cut my wrists and slash my face - For Christ's sake notice me - I'll drink anybody into the ground - If you'll only notice me - I'll kick the teeth out of anyone here - Come on and notice me - I'll wear the clothes and cut my hair - Please will you notice me - I'll be a pop star and I'll stand on stage - For God's sake notice me Ch: - Whoever told him that it mattered - Who told him that anyone cared - He's got an overgrown sense of his own importance - No-one's really bothered around here - He was such a quiet boy - Never any trouble before, never any trouble before - I'll get a big car and drive like a maniac - Please notice me - I'll make a lot of money and tread on you - If you'll only notice me - I'll tell you any lies you want to hear - For God's sake notice me - I'll kill myself while you are watching - For Christ's sake notice me @SONG: A LIBERAL EDUCATION (Sullivan/Morrow) 1982 PRODUCED BY MOND COWIE - Take away our history - Take away our heroes - Take away our values - And leave us here with nothing - We were in the garden of Eden - Just as children mess around - We only leant against the tree - And the apple came tumbling down - You gave us what we asked for - But never what we wanted - We were only children - How could you have been so stupid - We went up to the steel walls - That guard the sacred town - We only whispered to ourselves - And the walls came tumbling down - We didn't want a victory - We just wanted to fight - But you wouldn't fight - You just gave in - You went and spoiled every game - You broke an everlasting chain - And nobody respects you for your weakness - Take away our idols - Take away our faith - Take away our hatred - And put us in this vacuum - Then say be yourself, please yourself - Express yourself some more - It's your right to do what you like - 'Cos we can't really be bothered with you at all - We didn't want a victory - We just wanted to fight - But you wouldn't fight - You said it isn't nice to fight - You went and spoiled every game - You broke an everlasting chain - And nobody respects you for your weakness @SONG: CHRISTIAN MILITIA (Sullivan/Morrow) 1982 PRODUCED BY MOND COWIE - There's a witch hunt coming - Screaming down on it's rebirth - There's a crusade coming - Hellfire back here on earth - See the light in their eyes shine - Listen to their words like swords - The Christian militia is marching now - There's a witch hunt coming - Born from all those American fears - There's a new purge coming - An inquisition for all of us here - Hold onto your sanity as best you can - While some Hitler claims to speak for the Son of Man - The Christian militia is marching now - Hatred makes the adrenalin flow - Stir up the fire watch it grow - Everybody loves a righteous cause - Old lives forgotten in holy wars - Everything forgotten in holy wars - There's a nightmare coming - Shut up your doors close your mind - There's a nightmare coming - Born again, born again blind - The girls show the way, then show their legs - With American showbiz razmatazz - With sex in one hand and a gun in the other - Christ returns - The right-wing respectable clampdown clan - Find their figure head in a holy man - Here come the Christians a hysterical mob - Worshipping the Devil in the name of God - Worshipping the Devil in the name of God @SONG: SPIRIT OF THE FALKLANDS (Sullivan/Morrow) 1982 PRODUCED BY MOND COWIE - The natives are restless tonight, sir - Cooped up on estates with nmo hope in sight - They need some kind of distraction - We can give them that - And they'd kill if they only had something to kill for - They's die if they only had something to die for - They'd cheer if they only had something to cheer for - We can give them that - So it's off to war we go (I couldn't believe it) - Bring out all the flags (I never believed it) - Fight the good fight - Sir, it's working like a dream - Half the nation are hooked on the bait - Waiting for the next victorious instalment - We can give them that - 'Cos it's no surprise that young men are heroes - It's no surprise that young men are strong - It's no surprise that young men are foolish - We've known that all along - Exciting pictures on News at Ten (I couldn't believe it) - Read all the crap on all the front pages (I never believed it) - Fight the good fight Ch: - Dead men in the South Atlantic - It's meant to warm our hearts - They think that they died for you and me - Oh God, what a farce, what a farce - And now it's the repeats - Plugging the Falklands and the Falklands' spirit - Show the pictures again and again - 'Till the next war comes around - 'Cos we'll kill if we only have something to kill for - We'll die if we only have something to die for - We'll cheer if we only have something to cheer for - That is worthy of the name - Oh yes the next war (I never believed it) - See the propaganda in TV fiction (I never believed it) - Enemies with horns and tails Ch: - Dead men in the South Atlantic - It's meant to warm our hearts - To think they died for you and me - Oh God. what a farce - There's crippled men back home in England - Doesn't it warm your hearts - They think they fought for peace and freedom - Poor boys, what a farce, what a farce @SONG: SEX (THE BLACK ANGEL) (Sullivan/Morrow/Heaton) 1984 PRODUCED BY MOND COWIE - Look at my eyes - you know what it is - I want you, I want you - The way your body moves beneath that dress - And all the nights I've spent alone in sleeplessness - It's a hunger that we can fill - Racing, racing - And every nerve tingles with it - I want you, I want you - You know the way that I can make you feel - Of all the faces in the crowd, there's only you - Pull down your hair a little - Open your mouth a little - You're beautiful, you're the best - This feeling that you know oh so well - Your oldest friend from the fires, the fires of hell - And I want you now - Driving down - Driving down - Into the fires - Every stretch and move is like a dream - Eating, biting, scratching - And all there is, is these racing pulses - And the breathing Forget all the lies that they gave to you - Believe in this 'cos how could this feeling not be true - Driving down - Driving down - And I want you now . . . now . . . @SONG: THE PRICE (Sullivan/Morrow) 1984 PRODUCED BY NEW MODEL ARMY - Splashing through the water on the motorway - The headlights shine every drop of rain - And every mile takes a minute and every minute lasts an hour - And there's so many miles 'till I'm home again - And staring through the gathering mists on the window - I see that paying the price came so soon - And I swear that those eyes cut deeper into me - Than they've ever cut into you Ch: - And still the fires won't go out - That no power of the mind can drive away - And still all I see are your eyes calling - And the sadness and the hatred and the love and the pain - Everybody knows this aching like an old friend - And everybody feels it the same - But I'm out here in this desperate night in the middle of nowhere - Driving faster, faster through the rain Ch: - And still the fires won't go out - And still I wish I was home - And still all I ever see are your eyes calling - And still I love you with my whole soul - Am I trying to raise a toast when the glass is already empty - Am I paying the price now the wasted years are through - I swear that those eyes cut deeper into me - Than they'll ever cut into you @SONG: RUNNING IN THE RAIN (Sullivan) 1983 PRODUCED BY MOND COWIE - So many words are spoken - Round and round and round and round - So many confidences broken - In this town - Too many cigarettes - I don't want to feel like this any more - I go running in the rain - The television programmes - Go round and round and round and round - Oh God, I wish you were - Still here - Oh yes, I'm sorry for what I said - I love you, but I still wish you were dead - Now I'm running in the rain - So much time for thinking - Round and round and round and round - The boys all go drinking - Just to shut it out - Out here in the water, the wind - You know that you're alive - Running in the rain @SONG: 1984 (Sullivan) 1984 PRODUCED BY NEW MODEL ARMY - The vans they come in convoys now - Stealing through the dawn - Silent in the countryside - In the hills up to the north - There's road blocks on the Meden bridge - There's click click clicking on the phone - They're sealing off our villages - Sealing off our homes - Her father crossed the battle lines - In the first months of the war - She frowns down at the soup kitchen - She doesn't have a father anymore - It's cold in the early mornings - Standing with your mates - Staring at the thick blue line - Armed and ready at the gates - This ain't some tinpot story arriving from a distant shore - But our own sweet green and pleasant land in 1984 - The servants of our great nation - Have lied in the name of us all - While the officers of peace and order - Are busy breaking every law - There's hundreds on the trumped-up charges - Hundreds on the streets - The future of our villages - Sown with bitter seeds - And hatred starts to rumble where there was no hate before - In our own sweet green and pleasant land in 1984 - Nobody wanted to see the blood - As the blue lights flash through the night - But all the words fell on deaf ears - And now the blind frustration bites - Two nations under one crown divided more and more - In our own sweet green and pleasant land in 1984 @SONG: NO MAN'S LAND (Sullivan) 1984 PRODUCED BY NEW MODEL ARMY - You say that you'd rather be really poor - Than scratching, saving, scrimping all the pennies - Looking in the windows at what you can't afford - Always hungry, never starving Ch: - In no man's land the days are long - You say that you'd rather be really ill - Than just having headaches, never have no energy - All the little allergies and all the little pains - Never getting better, never getting worse Ch: - In no man's land the days are long - You say that you'd rather have no love at all - Than pathetic little words, half-hearted kisses - Never feeling anything, anything at all - Never no fire, never no passion Ch: - In no man's land the days are long - Do you believe you can come out - Fighting from your shellhole - Or do you run for cover every time - You hear a shot is fired in anger