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Lyrics In The Poppy Fields
COMING HOME
I`ve been away, I`m back again
so much to say, no time to waste
a door opens, another one closes
my love for you is softly spoken
I`m coming
I`m coming home
night falls, a new day is breaking
I need a little of your love,
hope and strength
I`m coming
I`m coming home
words & music by Mike Peters
CLOSE
today just like yesterday
I`m ascending and descending
travelling not arriving
that`s the story of my life
I`ve been close
closer than close
not close enough
somewhere, I don`t know where
there is someone, someone somewhere
so close
so close
words by Mike Peters
music by Mike Peters & Billy Duffy
45 R.P.M.
1. Single unter dem Pseudonym "The Poppy Fields"
Mitte Februar auf Platz 28 der UK Top40
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SMASCD054
1. 45 R.P.M.
2. Contientious Objector
3. 68 Guns*
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SMASCD055
1. 45 R.P.M.
2. Statue Of Liberty
3. Spirit Of 76*
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SMAS7056
7" Single
1. 45 R.P.M.
2. It`s Not Unusual
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* Live Session 4.11.2003
a spiral scratch
gave me my life back
a vinyl solution
ended my confusion
I heard a voice in the noice pollution
45 rpm
keep on running to the end
45 rpm
the two sevens clashed
kick started my life soundtrack
a sonic revolution
broke the disillusion
i heard a voice in the noice pollution
45 rpm
keep on running to the end
45 rpm
words by Mike Peters
music by Mike Peters & Steve Grantley
THE DRUNK AND THE DISORDERLY
down in the gutter of my life story
I`m lying in a bed with a dream playing in my head
spitting blood into a test tube
I used to be half a man I used to be useful
I walk with the demons and the devils
shadowboxing the ghosts of my reflection in windows
all the pigeons and the statues
are staring down at me
at the drunk and the disorderly
paper bag bottles in the wardrobe
stealing from the shops where I once bought my hope
all wrapped up in a plastic bag
lying still while the human race step over the rags
I`ll name the names in my diatribe
posthumously posted on my website
milkmen and taxi drivers
are last men on the street
and the drunk and the disorderly
who am I, who are you
who is the god that we how down to
who are we, who are they
who is the master, who is the slave
I stepped out of the present tense
I cut the umbilical chord of reality
I don`t know where this really is
or where all this illusion really begins
I keep an old business card inside my shoes
an anonymous connection to the life I once used
curtains moving in the council houses
on the grey estates
of the drunk and the disorderly
who am I, who are you
who is the god that we bow down to
who are we, who are they
who is the master, who is the slave
I am powerless
there is a greater power
as I understand it
within myself
I`m ready for changing
I`m ready to be changed
hear my voice
call and be called
I know where the bodies have been buried
I know things only the dead should know
all above me
all around me
within and without
are the drunk and the disorderly
the drunk and the disorderly
words & music by Mike Peters
FEDERAL MOTOR VOTER
here we go it`s Y2K
the anti-freeze is on the way
search your soul free your mind today
effigies of burning priests
system down nothing to eat
celebrate good times are here again
federal motor voter
what have you got to say?
the inside`s out the outside`s in
the upside`s down the downsides`s up
rest assured rest in peace
believe in me, I believe in you
federal motor voter
what have you got to say?
words & music by Mike Peters
TRAFFICKING
I`m sinking in the quicksand
I`m superman in the superdrag
I`ve been reprogrammed
I`m about to crash
I am trafficking
I`m a lighting crack on winter grass
I`m an electric flag white on black
I`ve been reprogrammed
I`m about to crash
I am trafficking
I`ve been reprogrammed
I`m about to crash
I wear an oxygen mask
full of laughing gas
I am trafficking
words & music by Mike Peters
NEW HOME NEW LIFE
2. Single seit 21. Juni 2004 in 3 Formaten erhältlich
Ende Juni UK-Charteinstieg auf Platz 45
Platz 6 in den UK-Indie-Charts
B-Seiten: U.a. Prince Cover "The Cross" und eine Liveversion
vom Slade Cover "Get Down Get With It" - Details
when no one knows from where you came
you recreate, begin again
disengage from all that failed
change your voice, change your name
new home, new life
a new place to hide
a new home in a new life
no conversation is the same
the rules can change but not the game
displace time, rearrange
still the doubt will remain
new home, new life
a new place to hide
a new home in a new life
once you had the power and the glory
you are, you are what you are
you´re hoping the cracks will not show
your heart is haunted by your ghosts
a photograph, unexposed
some doors are open, some are closed
in your new home, new life
a new place to hide
a new home in a new life
words & music by Mike Peters
THE ROCK AND ROLL
I was dreaming on the seventh day
across a thousand years of time and space
there still some things that must be spoken
now that all the barriers are broken
a star man came down on my TV
in a two tone suit and silver shoes
six strings on a twelve guitar
all my dreams are made of stars
the rock and roll still burns in me
it`s a long way back from no return
and on the way back down to the way back up
I met the new wave sons still arising
all the rent books have been left unpaid
you can find me where I`ve always been
the faces change but not the dream
each man kills the thing he loves
I tore it down ti build it up
the rock and roll still burns in me
rock and roll is still not dead
there`s still so much more left to be said
all the lines are in my head
I`ll leave the shaming to the dead
ministers and superstars
are drinking champagne in their cars
six strings on a twelve guitar
all my dreams are made of stars
the rock and roll still burns in me
words & music by Mike Peters
THE UNEXPLAINED
sometimes there isn`t an answer
sometimes there isn`t a reason
sometimes there`s no explanation
for the unexplained
sometimes no one is guilty
sometimes there´s no one to blame
sometimes no one can be found
for the unexplained
for the unexplained
sometimes you get given somethings
you not did wish for
it wasn`t in the contract
for the unexplained
sometimes this is not life
sometimes this is not living
for the unexplained
for the unexplained
words & music by Mike Peters
RIGHT BACK WHERE I STARTED FROM
sometimes you`ve got to take one step back to gotwo steps forward
sometimes you`ve got to stop believing to find the faith
sometimes you`ve got to face up to defeat to find victory
sometimes you`ve got to live with a lie to get to the truth
what´s done is done, now has just begun
I`m right back where I started from
hello, hello my friend
this is the first day of the rest of your life
sometimes you´ve got to listen to what everybody`s been saying about you
If you want to be what you wanted to be not what you`ve become
sometimes you`ve got to stop breathing just to stay alive
sometimes the impossible seems possible
what´s done is done, now has just begun
I`m right back where I started from
hello, hello my friend
this is the first day of the rest of your life
words & music by Mike Peters
TRUE LIFE
I, I`ll take what is offered
in the spirit intended, message received
I`m trying to say the right words
give all the right answers
don`t look at me that way
I made my mistakes, all in good faith
time after time, day after day
I want true life, true life
time, time breaks down the distance
I cannot remember what drove us apart
I can`t say I`m sorry
I cannot justify, I won`t even try
I cannot take back or remake the past
I cannot undo, what I done to you
I want true life, true life
we can`t go back
from now on we only go forwards
the past is unsafe
the future is strangely uncertain
let`s talk about tomorrow
when we`ve lived through today
words & music by Mike Peters
IN THE POPPY FIELDS
in the poppy fields we come and go
in the poppy fields we lose control
in the poppy fields where we come from
in the poppy fields we are gone
in the poppy fields I remember
I remember everything
I remember you and I
I remember stones on a window pain
and how you cut my hair
I remember everything as if it was today
in the poppy fields I remember
in the poppy fields we let it ride
in the poppy fields we lose our minds
I remember building walls
I remember all the talk
I remember beaches drowned in waves
I remember everything as if it was today
in the poppy fields I remember
words & music by Mike Peters