Fridays and Saturdays

all points east of here
point to the beast in her
the shrouded clouded charm
off centre, out of harm

on fridays and saturdays and sundays and everydays
come banging on the door
you have trouble keeping score
the multi-multi-too-muchness
of all too much pain in us
and Bubbles banging on his drum
waiting...for the next beat to come

i have time enough for all of us
to talk about the fall of us
the endless ringing telephone
the on and on and on and no-one's home

on fridays and saturdays and sundays and everydays
pummeling the memories
like badly written diaries
the multi-multi-too-muchness
of all too much pain in us
chained inside that diary
chained inside that memory

"likezx-danandpeterpanandpierredesadetiedtotheground
we'rememoriesofwheeliespinsandshadowscrawlingunderskin
we'reabcdefgminorsmajorsoutofkey
whilestrangefruithangsonpoplartreeswe'reouttheremouthingwannabe
comeonyoungloversyou'reoutoftimei'moutofbreathyou'reouyofline
makeyourromancemovealongthere'snotimeforthatshitinthissong
it'sspinandturnandtwistandshoutandturnyourpartnerinsideout
alltogetherloudaswecancomebackcmebackzx-dan....comeback


Words and Music: Herbie Parkin
1990