| Leaders of the Free World | - Leaders Of The Free World will be released on Mon 5 Sept
- The album is preceded by a single, Forget Myself, Mon 29 Aug
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Station Approach Guy: "Is the street leading out of the front of Manchester Piccadilly train station." I haven’t been myself of late
I haven’t slept for several days but Coming home I feel like I
Designed these buildings I walk by
You know you drive me up the wall
I need to see your face that’s all
You little sod I love your eyes
Be everything to me tonight The streets are full of Goths and Greeks
I haven’t seen my mum for weeks but
Coming home I feel like I
Designed these buildings I walk by
You know you drive me up the wall
I need to see your face that’s all
You little sod I love your eyes
Be everything to me tonight I never know what I want but I know when
I’m low that I need to be in the town
Where they know what I’m like and don’t mind Picky Bugger Guy: "Preaching what I most need to learn. A cautionary tale about excessive partying. The working title stuck." Drinking
In order to feel
Thinking
Reinventing the wheel
Kicking up mischief
And feeding the fire
Kicking up mischief
And walking the wire Little fish you count for nothing
Do your thing until you die
Keep your powder dry
In order and line Thinking and sinking the wine
Kicking up mischief and feeding the fire
Kicking up mischief and walking the wire Little fish just keep on flapping
Do your thing until you die
Keep your powder dry Forget Myself Guy: "Friday nights, inner-city. Everybody looking for love even if they would batter you for suggesting it. Sub-titled ‘Buddha With Mace’, it features a description of a bouncer I used to work with." They’re pacing Piccadilly in packs again
And moaning for the mercy of a never come rain
The suns had enough and the simmering sky
Has the heave and the hue of a woman on fire
Shop shutters rattle down and I’m cutting the crowd
All scented and descending from the satellite towns
The neon is graffiti singing make a new start
So I look for a plot where I can bury my broken heart No I know I wont forget you but I’ll forget myself if the city will forgive me The man on the door has a head like Mars
Like a baby born to the doors of the bars
And surrounded by steam with his folded arms
He’s got that urban genie thing going on
He’s so mercifully free of the pressures of grace
Saint Peter in satin he’s like Buddha with mace No I know I wont forget you but I’ll forget myself if the city will forgive me Do you move through the room with a glass in your hand
Thinking too hard about the way you stand
Are you watching them pair off and drinking them long
Are you falling in love every second song No I know I won’t forget you but I’ll forget myself and the city will forgive me The Stops Guy: "I pull out the stops and you pull the plug." I can’t undo the day
It won’t go under the rug
I pull out all the stops
And you pull the plug These are sober days and I know it can’t be
But I’ll miss you the way you miss the sea Don’t look down
Keep staring like you’ve never seen the stars
If you need me to remind you who you are
Little blossom there’s the shiniest soul
Just behind those eyes ‘No longer my affair’
Well I can’t go there just yet
So I’ve come to love and trust those friends
That are holding your net Falling off used to mean
Maybe grazing a knee
And I’ll miss you the way you miss the sea Don’t look down
Keep staring like you’ve never seen the stars
If you need me to remind you who you are
Little blossom there’s the shiniest soul
Just behind these eyes While I won’t second guess
What you’re thinking of me
I will miss you the way you miss the sea Leaders of the Free World Guy: "I saw footage of Bush senior and junior when the latter was voted in for his 2nd term. George W. was all but shrugging his dad off and hogging the attention and I could suddenly see him as an 8 year old. A spoilt, nasty, selfish little s**t for brains. He’s officially the most powerful man in history." I’m sick of working for a living
I’m just ticking off the days till I die
I miss you Louise
And the sickest little pleasures keep me going in between pulling teeth Periscope up
I’ve been looking for a ladder
I need to see THE COMMANDER IN CHIEF
And remind him what was passed onto me Your mum don’t sleep!
The friends you keep!
I didn’t raise a thief! But the LEADERS OF THE FREE WORLD
Are just little boys throwing stones
And its easy to ignore ‘til they’re knocking on the door of your homes My thinking isn’t driven
But the music always gives me a lift
I’m so easy to please
But I think we dropped the baton like the 60’s didn’t happen. Oh no. Periscope up
Should be looking for a ladder
I need to se THE COMMANDER IN CHIEF
And remind him what was passed onto me Your mum don’t sleep!
The friends you keep!
I didn’t raise a thief! Passing the gun from Father to FECKLESS son
We’re climbing a landslide where only the good die young An Imagined Affair Guy: "This is about an affair I imagined." A sky as black as regret
is rolling aside for the blue
Impossible face to forget
These feelings belong in a zoo She brings the morning
She brings the morning sun So lost in the sound of her voice
I don’t even hear the words
When she says come on get out
The past will find us out
Come on get out please
And don’t breathe a word She brings the morning
She brings the morning sun But all this an imagined affair
While sitting in a bar spilling in a bar
I drink until the doorman is a Christmas tree
And my speech is just a gas leak A Mexican Standoff Guy: "Is a 3 way deadlock. The first to move is most likely to die. I was jealous about my girl’s ex: ‘He’d look ideal ‘neath the wheels of a car. Mexican Standoff. I wish I was hard’. The track features three year old Dylan Jupp’s debut appearance, laughing hysterically." Shifting my weight now from foot to foot
What did she see in this man
I’m not superstitious but if I can get
This ball in the basket
Then he’ll wake up dead Your sweet reassurances don’t’ change the fact
That he’s better looking than me
Yet he’d look ideal ‘neath the wheels of a car
Oh Mexican standoff I wish I was hard The Everthere Guy: "Same sentiment as When I’m 64 but not as jolly. 'Slide into another book. Now and then laugh out loud. Throw that very dirty look which says OK stop staring at me now'." All my saints have taken bribes
Singing going going gone
All the angels taken dives
Leaving you the only one If I loose a sequin here and there
More salt than pepper in my hair
Can I rely on you
When all the songs are through
To be for me the everthere Slide into another book
Now and then laugh out loud
Throw that very dirty look
That says
OK
Stop staring at me now If I loose the sequence here and there
Less derring do than quiet care
Can I rely on you
For a good talking to
To be for me the everthere If I loose a sequin here and there
And take my time on every stair
Can I rely on you
When this whole thing is through
To be for me the everthere. My Very Best Guy: "Give that girl my very best though it never made the grade." Give that girl my very best
Though it never made the grade
When it seems that it’s just not enough to love
Then love lie down
And would you tell her
Not to talk as if I died
Though a tiny part just did
And would you tell her
I’m from a long line of survivors
And I’ll be swinging with the kids Keep your sympathy
Don’t need the healing to start
You’ve gone
Gone and made a beautiful hole in my heart In the corner of the room
In the room we used to love
Of the love we should say this
There were switches never flicked
Long away and far apart
That’s how forest fires start
Start again it felt like this
Fresh and simple as a kiss
I bounce these feelings off the moon
The echoes don’t come back Keep your sympathy
Don’t need the healing to start
You’ve gone
Gone and made a beautiful hole in my heart Great Expectations Guy: "I got married once on the 135 bus to Bury. It was such a low-key affair that even the bride didn’t know. ‘Stockport supporters club kindly supplied us a choir’." And if it rains all day
Call on you I’ll call on you
Like I used to
Slide down beside and wrap you in stories
Tailored entirely for you
I’ll remind you
We exchanged a vow
I love you I always will A call girl with yesterday eyes
Was our witness and priest
Stockport supporters club kindly provided a choir
Your vow was your smile
As we move down the isle
Of the last bus home
And this is where I go
Just when it rains Blinking and stoned
Rain in your hair
You only smoke ‘cause it’s something to share
Singing bring on the night
To have and to hold
The sodium light turning silver to gold Spitfire thin and strung like a violin
I was
Yours was the face with a grace
From a different age
You were the sun in my Sunday morning
You were the sun in my Sunday morning
Telling me never to go
So I’ll live on the smile
And move down the isle
Of the last bus home
And if you’re running late
This is where I’ll go
Know I’ll always wait Puncture Repair Guy: "We recorded this in Craig’s house. I have the best mates in the world." I leaned on you today
I regularly hurt but never say
I nearly wore the window through
Where was air sea rescue?
The cavalry with tea and sympathy
You were there
Puncture repair I leaned on you today
I regularly hurt but never say
You patched me up and sent me on my way
I leaned on you today | 
