The Winter 0f 89 / 2-4-6-8 Motorway

Beware catalog numbers K-POINT GOLD 1621.1006-2 and
MUSIC DELUXE SPECIAL MSCD 6

'The Winter of 89' consists of live recordings of the re-formed TRB (1989-90) with Steve Creese replacing Dolphin Talyor on drums. Two tracks unavailable anywhere else: 'Number One: Protection' and 'We Didn't Know (What Was Going On)'. No longer available through legitimate channels, this album has been bootlegged under the titles 'Motorway', '2-4-6-8 Motorway' and even (incredibly) 'Power In The Darkness' using different covers, crap photographs and duff or nonexistent liner notes. The band receive no royalties. Buyers beware.

1) Number One: Protection
Well we used to see his roller all around the Gate
With the smoked glass windows and the personal plates
In the big league bastards he was Number One
He had half of North Kensington under his thumb
Sweet as razorblade, twice as cruel
Compromising as a paranoid mule
Warm and assuring as a sawn-off gun
Everyone was terrified of Number One

Get some protection
Everybody had to get protection
Get some protection
You'll never get ahead without protection

He had a half-inch barnet and Italian shades
Went jogging with the doberman every day
Had a West End attorney in a jacket and tie
And all the cops in his pocket that his money could buy
Sweet as razorblade, twice as cruel
Compromising as a paranoid mule
Warm and assuring as a sawn-off gun
He was Notting Hill's answer to Atilla the Hun

Get some protection
Everybody had to get protection
Get some protection
You'll never get ahead without protection

Well he got a bit cocky - so the story goes
And he ended up treading on too many toes
The Ali supermarkets they decided to fight
And the sons of Mohammed took him out that night
The police followed them to Acton Town
But a burnt BMW was all they found
Nobody testified, everyone
Was glad to see the back of him - Number One

Get some protection
Too bad he never had protection
Get some protection
You never get ahead without protection

2) The Winter Of 89
All you kids that just sit and whine
You should have been there back in '89
You say we're giving you a real hard time
You boys are really breaking my heart
Villa beat Arsenal, what a game
The blood was running in the drains
Intercity took the trains
And really took the place apart

That was the year Ceaucescu died
And all his pals committed suicide
The world we knew busted open wide
In the winter of '89

I'd been doing the things I did
A pint of beer was still two quid
As acid parties flipped their lid
Around the M25
They hiked the price of H2O
But nuclear fuels could not be sold
The city slickers just said no
In the winter of '89

The ambulances went on strike
And interest tripled overnight
And Salman Rushdie had to hide
In the winter of '89

The Chinese students in Peking
Demanded freedom without strings
They died in 1000's in the spring
The government never resigned
But Eastern Europe had a ball
As dominoes began to fall
They opened up the Berlin Wall
In the winter of '89

And that was the end of Egon Krenz
And Western experts on defence
And Noriega's brave defence
In the winter of '89
Yes that was the end of Egon Krenz
In the winter of '89
And that was the end of all his friends
In the winter of '89

3) You Gotta Survive
Three boys working on a slave gang
Chained in the cottage at night
Killed the overseer, broke down the door
Now they gonna shoot us on sight
Night time sticking to the 'B' roads
Hiding from the men with the guns
Hitting the ditches
Everytime somebody comes

Every single house has been looted
Every single city's been burned
Every can of food has been opened
Every single stone has been turned
Found this Parka on a deadman
Jamie got a couple of knives
Countryside crawling with maniacs
You gotta survive

Carrion crows on the motorway
Old woman dying of the plague
She cried 'put me out of my misery'
Charlie had to give her his blade
Streets full of slavers on the rampage
Wild boys running by the score
Weeks without eating
Can't carry on anymore

4) Too Good To Be True
Dreamed last night I was dreaming
Somebody answered my prayer
Cried out over my shoulder
Only the devil was there
Hold no hope for the future
Or good times seeing me through
Too good to be true
Too good to be true

Can't find the floor or the wardrobe
Can't find my way to the park
Life in a bedsitter bedlam
Afraid to go home in the dark
All day today just excuse for tomorrow
Tomorrow just something to do
Too good to be true
Too good to be true

I've given up reading the papers
I've given up watching TV
Hope in hell I'm able to tell
Whatever happened to me
Facing a phase in the future
Hope I've got something to lose
Too good to be true
Too good to be true

5) Martin
I just want to tell you about Martin
Cos nobody I know has got a brother like him
As kids we could never be parted
The neighbours all knew us as the terrible twins
At school some kids were always looking for a fight
But Martin never wanted a fuss
Bigmouth Brown thought he'd push him around
Being three years older than us
So I smashed him in the mush with the cloakroom stool
I got six of the best and suspended from school

But it was worth it with a brother like Martin
It was worth it with a brother like him

We used to nick motors for a joyride
Till we rammed a Black Maria in this XJ6
To give Martin time to get clear
I tried to punch a few policemen before I got nicked
I got Borstal for taking and driving away
And beating up the boys in blue
But Martin never missed a single visiting day
He hitched from Clapham to Crewe
With all me racing mags and the little bits of news
Smuggling in ciggies and a little bit of booze

No-one ever had a brother like Martin
No-one ever had a brother like him

People get the wrong impression with Martin
I know he doesn't mix much but he's no snob
The weekend I got out of remand home
He'd got Uncle Ruby to find me this job
And back at my Nan's he'd repainted my room
And bought me a brand new carpet
There was all me old records and books on a shelf
And a secondhand telly from the market
You can get a bit hard when you've been inside
But I hugged the old bastard and I almost cried

Cos no-one ever had a brother like Martin
No-one ever had a brother like him

6) We Didn't Know (What Was Going On)
The country was in turmoil
With new crises by the hour
When one in three were out of work
The Party swept to power;
As life returned to normal
Law and order won the day
While all our rights and liberties
Were voted clean away...

They were cynical and ruthless
They'd manipulate the news
And smear or persecute the few
Who dared to leak the truth
Opponents had their phone tapped
And campaigners felt the heat
With terror suspects accidently
Gunned down in the street

But the radio and papers said
The same thing every day
The government is wonderful
The country's doing great
And if someone else was suffering
They'd got themselves to blame
Don't say if you were in our shoes
You wouldn't do the same
And say

We didn't know what was going on...
We didn't know what was going on...

From Tel Aviv to Capetown
From Shanghai to East Berlin
From Washington to Panama...
The years have come and been
From Delhi to Sri Lanka
From Whitehall to Coleraine
The times may be a-changing
But the story's still the same

Cos the radio and papers say
The same thing every day
The government is wonderful
The country's doing great;
And if someone else is suffering
They've got themselves to blame
Don't say now you are in our shoes
That you won't do the sameAnd say

We didn't know what was going on...
We didn't know what was going on...

7) Up Against The Wall
Darkhaired dangerous schoolkids
Vicious, suspicious sixteen
Jet-black blazers at the bus stop
Sullen, unhealthy and mean
Teenage guerillas on the tarmac
Fighting in the middle of the road
Supercharged FS1Es on the asphalt
The kids are coming in from the cold

Look out, listen can you hear it
Panic in the County Hall
Look out, listen can you hear it
Whitehall (got us) up against a wall
Up against the wall...

High wire fencing on the playground
High rise housing all around
High rise prices on the high street
High time to pull it all down
White boys kicking in a window
Straight girls watching where they gone
Never trust a copper in a crime car
Just whose side are you on?

Look out, listen can you hear it
Panic in the County Hall
Look out, listen can you hear it
Whitehall (got us) up against a wall
Up against the wall...

Consternation in Brixton
Rioting in Notting Hill Gate
Fascists marching on the high street
Carving up the welfare state
Operator get me the hotline
Father can you hear me at all?
Telephone kiosk out of order
Spraycan writing on the wall

Look out, listen can you hear it
Panic in the County Hall
Look out, listen can you hear it
Whitehall got us up against a wall
Up against the wall...

8) Glad To Be Gay '96
The British Police are the best in the world
I don't believe one of these stories I've heard
About pretty policemen in leather and jeans
Showing their leg through a split in the seams
Leering at people and leading them on
Then running them in when they start to respond
The press all ignore it, they don't want to see
Except when the case is... a Scottisch QC

Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way

The Liars of Wapping are really the pits
With pages of trivia, bingo and tits
With Soviets starving and nuclear rain
You get the Queen-Mother and donkeys in Spain
When someone's in trouble they stick in the knife
They hounded Boy George to an inch of his life
If it's 'Poofs in the Pulpit' or 'Lesbian Scum'
If it's filth and it's fiction it's... there in the Sun

Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way

And now there's a nightmare they blame on the gays
It's brutal and lethal and slowly invades
The medical facts are ignored or forgot
By the bigots who think it's the Judgement of God
Wankers like Anderton calling us names
The gutterpress dailies still fanning the flames
The message is simple and obvious, please
Just lay off the patients and let's fight the disease

Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way
Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy this way

9) Power In The Darkness
Power in the darkness
Frightening lies from the other side
Power in the darkness
Stand up and fight for your rights

Freedom...we're talking bout your freedom
Freedom to choose what you do with your body
Freedom to believe what you like
Freedom for brothers to love one another
Freedom for black and white
Freedom from harassment, intimidation
Freedom for the mother and wife
Freedom from Big Brother's interrogation
Freedom to live your own life... I'm talking 'bout

Power in the darkness
Frightening lies from the other side
Power in the darkness
Stand up and fight for your rights

(Voice from The Other Side:) 'Today, institutions fundamental to the British system of Government are under attack: the public schools, the house of Lords, the Church of England, the holy institution of Marriage, even our magnificent police force are no longer safe from those who would undermine our society, and it's about time we said 'enough is enough' and saw a return to the traditional British values of discipline, obedience, morality and freedom
What we want is:

Freedom from the reds and the blacks and the criminals
Prostitutes, pansies and punks
Football hooligans, juvenile delinquents
Lesbians and left wing scum
Freedom from the niggers and the Pakis and the unions
Freedom from the Gipsies and the Jews
Freedom from leftwing layabouts and liberals
Freedom from the likes of you...'

Power in the darkness
Frightening lies from the other side
Power in the darkness
Stand up and fight for your rights

10) 2-4-6-8 Motorway
Drive my truck midway to the motorway station
Fairlane cruiser coming up on the left hand side
Headlight shining, driving rain on the window frame
Little young Lady Stardust hitching a ride... and it's

2-4-6-8 ain't never too late
Me and my radio truckin' on thru the night
3-5-7-9 on a double white line
Motorway sun coming up with the morning light

Whizzkid sitting pretty on your two-wheel stallion
This ol' ten-ton lorry got a bead on you
Ain't no use setting up with a bad companion
Ain't nobody get the better of you-know-who

2-4-6-8 ain't never too late
Me and my radio truckin' on thru the night
3-5-7-9 on a double white line
Motorway sun coming up with the morning light

Well there ain't no route you could choose to lose the two of us
Ain't nobody know when you're acting right or wrong
No-one knows if a roadway's leading nowhere
Gonna keep on driving home on the road I'm on...

2-4-6-8 ain't never too late
Me and my radio truckin' on thru the night
3-5-7-9 on a double white line
Motorway sun coming up with the morning light

11) Atmospherics: Listen To The Radio
Leave the bureau in the snow
Catch a tram to Onkel Poe
Early evening ring around the moon
Slip in by the concierge
By the bikes and up the stairs
Snap the latch and creep into the room

You throw off your coat, pick up the post
And put a coffee on
Lie down on the bed, lay back your head
And smoke a cigarette
And listen to the radio
Listen to the radio

In the city late tonight
Double feature, black and white
'Bitter Tears' and 'Taxi to the Klo'
Find a bar, avoid a fight
Show your papers, be polite
Walking home with nowhere else to go

You throw off your coat, pick up my note
Put another coffee on
Lie down on the bed, lay back your head
And smoke a cigarette
And listen to the radio
Listen to the radio

Atmospherics after dark
Noise and voices from the past
Across the dial from Moscow to Cologne:
Interference in the night
Thousand miles on either side
Stations fading into the unknown:

So throw off your coat, we'll butter some toast
And put a coffee on:
We'll lie down on the bed, lay back our heads
Smoke another cigarette
And listen to the radio
Listen to the radio
All night long...

12) War Baby
Only the very young and the very beautiful can be so aloof
Hanging out with the boys, all swagger and poise
I don't even care what other people are there
I just stare and stare and stare
I see your shadow in the swimming pool
I see your face in the shaving mirror
Time and time and time again
I follow your footsteps so quietly up the backstairs
And I hope and I pray you're never going to find me there
Smooth skin and tenderness long ago on a dark night
Wish I could see you once again to remember it was true
I want to be still beside you - quiet and still beside you
Listening to your breathing and feeling your warmth again
War baby - you were a
War baby - this means
War baby - I'm scared, so scared
Of whatever it is you keep putting me through

I don't think I could stand another ten years of this fighting
All this stabbing and wounding - only getting my own back
I don't want to batter you to your feet and knees and elbows
When I'm kneeling like a candle at the foot of my own bed
Corresponding disasters every night on the TV
Sickening reality keeps gripping me in its guts
All my friends talk and joke and laugh about Armageddon
But like a nightmare it's still waiting there at the end of every day
War baby... etc.

I don't think I could stand another ten years of this fighting
All this stabbing and wounding - only getting my own back
But if it's really true then we're all in this together
Something's got to give soon and it sure as hell isn't going to be me
Coz you were the first one that I ever wanted
And it's you I come home to at the end of every day
Like a mother-sucking baby, demanding and so helpless
A little old balding man, all wrinkles and bulging eyes



	The Winter of 89/2-4-6-8 Motorway
	Tom Robinson Band 1992 1) Number One: Protection 2) The Winter Of 89 3) You Gotta Survive 4) Too Good To Be True 5) Martin 6) We Didn't Know (What Was Going On) 7) Up Against The Wall 8) Glad To Be Gay 9) Power In The Darkness 10) 2-4-6-8 Motorway 11) Atmospherics: Listen To The Radio 12) War Baby BOOTLEG ALERT: "Motorway" album Beware catalog numbers K-POINT GOLD 1621.1006-2 and MUSIC DELUXE SPECIAL MSCD 6 'The Winter of 89' consists of live recordings of the re-formed TRB (1989-90) with Steve Creese replacing Dolphin Talyor on drums. Two tracks unavailable anywhere else: 'Number One: Protection' and 'We Didn't Know (What Was Going On)'. No longer available through legitimate channels, this album has been bootlegged under the titles 'Motorway', '2-4-6-8 Motorway' and even (incredibly) 'Power In The Darkness' using different covers, crap photographs and duff or nonexistent liner notes. The band receive no royalties. Buyers beware. 1) Number One: Protection Well we used to see his roller all around the Gate With the smoked glass windows and the personal plates In the big league bastards he was Number One He had half of North Kensington under his thumb Sweet as razorblade, twice as cruel Compromising as a paranoid mule Warm and assuring as a sawn-off gun Everyone was terrified of Number One Get some protection Everybody had to get protection Get some protection You'll never get ahead without protection He had a half-inch barnet and Italian shades Went jogging with the doberman every day Had a West End attorney in a jacket and tie And all the cops in his pocket that his money could buy Sweet as razorblade, twice as cruel Compromising as a paranoid mule Warm and assuring as a sawn-off gun He was Notting Hill's answer to Atilla the Hun Get some protection Everybody had to get protection Get some protection You'll never get ahead without protection Well he got a bit cocky - so the story goes And he ended up treading on too many toes The Ali supermarkets they decided to fight And the sons of Mohammed took him out that night The police followed them to Acton Town But a burnt BMW was all they found Nobody testified, everyone Was glad to see the back of him - Number One Get some protection Too bad he never had protection Get some protection You never get ahead without protection 2) The Winter Of 89 All you kids that just sit and whine You should have been there back in '89 You say we're giving you a real hard time You boys are really breaking my heart Villa beat Arsenal, what a game The blood was running in the drains Intercity took the trains And really took the place apart That was the year Ceaucescu died And all his pals committed suicide The world we knew busted open wide In the winter of '89 I'd been doing the things I did A pint of beer was still two quid As acid parties flipped their lid Around the M25 They hiked the price of H2O But nuclear fuels could not be sold The city slickers just said no In the winter of '89 The ambulances went on strike And interest tripled overnight And Salman Rushdie had to hide In the winter of '89 The Chinese students in Peking Demanded freedom without strings They died in 1000's in the spring The government never resigned But Eastern Europe had a ball As dominoes began to fall They opened up the Berlin Wall In the winter of '89 And that was the end of Egon Krenz And Western experts on defence And Noriega's brave defence In the winter of '89 Yes that was the end of Egon Krenz In the winter of '89 And that was the end of all his friends In the winter of '89 3) You Gotta Survive Three boys working on a slave gang Chained in the cottage at night Killed the overseer, broke down the door Now they gonna shoot us on sight Night time sticking to the 'B' roads Hiding from the men with the guns Hitting the ditches Everytime somebody comes Every single house has been looted Every single city's been burned Every can of food has been opened Every single stone has been turned Found this Parka on a deadman Jamie got a couple of knives Countryside crawling with maniacs You gotta survive Carrion crows on the motorway Old woman dying of the plague She cried 'put me out of my misery' Charlie had to give her his blade Streets full of slavers on the rampage Wild boys running by the score Weeks without eating Can't carry on anymore 4) Too Good To Be True Dreamed last night I was dreaming Somebody answered my prayer Cried out over my shoulder Only the devil was there Hold no hope for the future Or good times seeing me through Too good to be true Too good to be true Can't find the floor or the wardrobe Can't find my way to the park Life in a bedsitter bedlam Afraid to go home in the dark All day today just excuse for tomorrow Tomorrow just something to do Too good to be true Too good to be true I've given up reading the papers I've given up watching TV Hope in hell I'm able to tell Whatever happened to me Facing a phase in the future Hope I've got something to lose Too good to be true Too good to be true 5) Martin I just want to tell you about Martin Cos nobody I know has got a brother like him As kids we could never be parted The neighbours all knew us as the terrible twins At school some kids were always looking for a fight But Martin never wanted a fuss Bigmouth Brown thought he'd push him around Being three years older than us So I smashed him in the mush with the cloakroom stool I got six of the best and suspended from school But it was worth it with a brother like Martin It was worth it with a brother like him We used to nick motors for a joyride Till we rammed a Black Maria in this XJ6 To give Martin time to get clear I tried to punch a few policemen before I got nicked I got Borstal for taking and driving away And beating up the boys in blue But Martin never missed a single visiting day He hitched from Clapham to Crewe With all me racing mags and the little bits of news Smuggling in ciggies and a little bit of booze No-one ever had a brother like Martin No-one ever had a brother like him People get the wrong impression with Martin I know he doesn't mix much but he's no snob The weekend I got out of remand home He'd got Uncle Ruby to find me this job And back at my Nan's he'd repainted my room And bought me a brand new carpet There was all me old records and books on a shelf And a secondhand telly from the market You can get a bit hard when you've been inside But I hugged the old bastard and I almost cried Cos no-one ever had a brother like Martin No-one ever had a brother like him 6) We Didn't Know (What Was Going On) The country was in turmoil With new crises by the hour When one in three were out of work The Party swept to power; As life returned to normal Law and order won the day While all our rights and liberties Were voted clean away... They were cynical and ruthless They'd manipulate the news And smear or persecute the few Who dared to leak the truth Opponents had their phone tapped And campaigners felt the heat With terror suspects accidently Gunned down in the street But the radio and papers said The same thing every day The government is wonderful The country's doing great And if someone else was suffering They'd got themselves to blame Don't say if you were in our shoes You wouldn't do the same And say We didn't know what was going on... We didn't know what was going on... From Tel Aviv to Capetown From Shanghai to East Berlin From Washington to Panama... The years have come and been From Delhi to Sri Lanka From Whitehall to Coleraine The times may be a-changing But the story's still the same Cos the radio and papers say The same thing every day The government is wonderful The country's doing great; And if someone else is suffering They've got themselves to blame Don't say now you are in our shoes That you won't do the sameAnd say We didn't know what was going on... We didn't know what was going on... 7) Up Against The Wall Darkhaired dangerous schoolkids Vicious, suspicious sixteen Jet-black blazers at the bus stop Sullen, unhealthy and mean Teenage guerillas on the tarmac Fighting in the middle of the road Supercharged FS1Es on the asphalt The kids are coming in from the cold Look out, listen can you hear it Panic in the County Hall Look out, listen can you hear it Whitehall (got us) up against a wall Up against the wall... High wire fencing on the playground High rise housing all around High rise prices on the high street High time to pull it all down White boys kicking in a window Straight girls watching where they gone Never trust a copper in a crime car Just whose side are you on? Look out, listen can you hear it Panic in the County Hall Look out, listen can you hear it Whitehall (got us) up against a wall Up against the wall... Consternation in Brixton Rioting in Notting Hill Gate Fascists marching on the high street Carving up the welfare state Operator get me the hotline Father can you hear me at all? Telephone kiosk out of order Spraycan writing on the wall Look out, listen can you hear it Panic in the County Hall Look out, listen can you hear it Whitehall got us up against a wall Up against the wall... 8) Glad To Be Gay '96 The British Police are the best in the world I don't believe one of these stories I've heard About pretty policemen in leather and jeans Showing their leg through a split in the seams Leering at people and leading them on Then running them in when they start to respond The press all ignore it, they don't want to see Except when the case is... a Scottisch QC Sing if you're glad to be gay Sing if you're happy that way The Liars of Wapping are really the pits With pages of trivia, bingo and tits With Soviets starving and nuclear rain You get the Queen-Mother and donkeys in Spain When someone's in trouble they stick in the knife They hounded Boy George to an inch of his life If it's 'Poofs in the Pulpit' or 'Lesbian Scum' If it's filth and it's fiction it's... there in the Sun Sing if you're glad to be gay Sing if you're happy that way And now there's a nightmare they blame on the gays It's brutal and lethal and slowly invades The medical facts are ignored or forgot By the bigots who think it's the Judgement of God Wankers like Anderton calling us names The gutterpress dailies still fanning the flames The message is simple and obvious, please Just lay off the patients and let's fight the disease Sing if you're glad to be gay Sing if you're happy that way Sing if you're glad to be gay Sing if you're happy this way 9) Power In The Darkness Power in the darkness Frightening lies from the other side Power in the darkness Stand up and fight for your rights Freedom...we're talking bout your freedom Freedom to choose what you do with your body Freedom to believe what you like Freedom for brothers to love one another Freedom for black and white Freedom from harassment, intimidation Freedom for the mother and wife Freedom from Big Brother's interrogation Freedom to live your own life... I'm talking 'bout Power in the darkness Frightening lies from the other side Power in the darkness Stand up and fight for your rights (Voice from The Other Side:) 'Today, institutions fundamental to the British system of Government are under attack: the public schools, the house of Lords, the Church of England, the holy institution of Marriage, even our magnificent police force are no longer safe from those who would undermine our society, and it's about time we said 'enough is enough' and saw a return to the traditional British values of discipline, obedience, morality and freedom What we want is: Freedom from the reds and the blacks and the criminals Prostitutes, pansies and punks Football hooligans, juvenile delinquents Lesbians and left wing scum Freedom from the niggers and the Pakis and the unions Freedom from the Gipsies and the Jews Freedom from leftwing layabouts and liberals Freedom from the likes of you...' Power in the darkness Frightening lies from the other side Power in the darkness Stand up and fight for your rights 10) 2-4-6-8 Motorway Drive my truck midway to the motorway station Fairlane cruiser coming up on the left hand side Headlight shining, driving rain on the window frame Little young Lady Stardust hitching a ride... and it's 2-4-6-8 ain't never too late Me and my radio truckin' on thru the night 3-5-7-9 on a double white line Motorway sun coming up with the morning light Whizzkid sitting pretty on your two-wheel stallion This ol' ten-ton lorry got a bead on you Ain't no use setting up with a bad companion Ain't nobody get the better of you-know-who 2-4-6-8 ain't never too late Me and my radio truckin' on thru the night 3-5-7-9 on a double white line Motorway sun coming up with the morning light Well there ain't no route you could choose to lose the two of us Ain't nobody know when you're acting right or wrong No-one knows if a roadway's leading nowhere Gonna keep on driving home on the road I'm on... 2-4-6-8 ain't never too late Me and my radio truckin' on thru the night 3-5-7-9 on a double white line Motorway sun coming up with the morning light 11) Atmospherics: Listen To The Radio Leave the bureau in the snow Catch a tram to Onkel Poe Early evening ring around the moon Slip in by the concierge By the bikes and up the stairs Snap the latch and creep into the room You throw off your coat, pick up the post And put a coffee on Lie down on the bed, lay back your head And smoke a cigarette And listen to the radio Listen to the radio In the city late tonight Double feature, black and white 'Bitter Tears' and 'Taxi to the Klo' Find a bar, avoid a fight Show your papers, be polite Walking home with nowhere else to go You throw off your coat, pick up my note Put another coffee on Lie down on the bed, lay back your head And smoke a cigarette And listen to the radio Listen to the radio Atmospherics after dark Noise and voices from the past Across the dial from Moscow to Cologne: Interference in the night Thousand miles on either side Stations fading into the unknown: So throw off your coat, we'll butter some toast And put a coffee on: We'll lie down on the bed, lay back our heads Smoke another cigarette And listen to the radio Listen to the radio All night long... Music co-written by Peter Gabriel 12) War Baby Only the very young and the very beautiful can be so aloof Hanging out with the boys, all swagger and poise I don't even care what other people are there I just stare and stare and stare I see your shadow in the swimming pool I see your face in the shaving mirror Time and time and time again I follow your footsteps so quietly up the backstairs And I hope and I pray you're never going to find me there Smooth skin and tenderness long ago on a dark night Wish I could see you once again to remember it was true I want to be still beside you - quiet and still beside you Listening to your breathing and feeling your warmth again War baby - you were a War baby - this means War baby - I'm scared, so scared Of whatever it is you keep putting me through I don't think I could stand another ten years of this fighting All this stabbing and wounding - only getting my own back I don't want to batter you to your feet and knees and elbows When I'm kneeling like a candle at the foot of my own bed Corresponding disasters every night on the TV Sickening reality keeps gripping me in its guts All my friends talk and joke and laugh about Armageddon But like a nightmare it's still waiting there at the end of every day War baby... etc. I don't think I could stand another ten years of this fighting All this stabbing and wounding - only getting my own back But if it's really true then we're all in this together Something's got to give soon and it sure as hell isn't going to be me Coz you were the first one that I ever wanted And it's you I come home to at the end of every day Like a mother-sucking baby, demanding and so helpless A little old balding man, all wrinkles and bulging eyes War baby... etc.