Pérolas 236 (especial The Housemartins)

The Housemartins - ''Caravan of Love''

Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?

Are you ready for the time of your life?
It's time to stand up and fight
S'alright, s'alright

Hand in hand, we'll take a caravan
To the motherland...

One by one, we're gonna stand up with pride
One that can't be denied
Stand up, stand up

From the highest mountain, valley low
We'll join together with hearts of gold...

Now the children of the world can see
This is a better place for us to be
The place in which we were born
So neglected and torn apart (torn apart)

Every woman, every man
Join the caravan of love
(Stand up) stand up, stand up

Everybody, take a stand
Join the caravan of love
(Stand up) stand up, stand up

I'm your brother
I'm your brother, don't you know
She's my sister
She's my sister, don't you know

We'll be living in the world of peace
And the day when everyone is free
We'll bring the young and the old
Won't you let your love flow from your heart

I'm your brother
I'm your brother, don't you know
She's my sister (we're waiting, we're waiting)
She's my sister, don't you know (we're waiting, we're waiting for a caravan)

So are you ready (he's coming)
Are you ready (he's coming)
Are you ready (he's coming)
Are you ready (he's coming on the caravan)

You better get ready (don't worry)
You better get ready (don't worry)
You better get ready (don't worry)
You better get ready (don't worry 'bout the caravan)

(Keep waiting, keep waiting)
(Keep waiting, keep waiting for the caravan)...

In “Caravan of Love” – The Housemartins

The Housemartins - ''Sheep''

Sometimes I get so angry with the simple life they lead
The shepherd's smile seems to confirm my fears
And they've never questioned anything, never disagreed
Sometimes I think they must have wool in their ears

And when you see a cane, I see a crock
And when you see a crowd, I see a flock
It's sheep we're up against (sheep we're up against, sheep we're up against, sheep we're up against)
It's sheep we're up against (sheep we're up against, sheep we're up against, sheep we're up against)

When I was young, they used to get me counting sheep
But the counting I did was all in vain
Now when I'm tired and I'm trying to get to sleep
I count humans jumping onto trains

Whoa, sheep we're up against
Whoa, woah, woah, woah, woah...

In “Sheep” – The Housemartins

The Housemartins - ''Happy Hour''

It's happy hour again
I think I might be happy if I wasn't out with them
And they're happy, it's a lovely place to be
Happy that the fire's real, the barman is a she

Where the haircuts smile and the meaning of style
Is a night out with the boss
Where you win or you lose, and it's them who choose
And if you don't win, then you've lost

What a good place to be
Don't believe her
'Cause they speak a different language
And it's never really happened to me (It's happy hour again)

Don't believe her, oh no
Cause it's never been happy for me (It's happy hour again)
No, hoo-woah oh...

It's another night out with the boss
Following in footsteps overgrown with moss
And he tells me that women grow on trees
And if you catch them right, they will land upon their knees

Where they open all their wallets and they close all their minds
And they love to buy you all a drink
And then we ask all the questions, and you take all your clothes off
And go back to the kitchen sink

What a good place to be
Don't believe her
'Cause they speak a different language
And it's never really happened to me (It's happy hour again)

Don't believe her, oh no
Cause it's never been happy for me (It's happy hour again)
No, hoo-woah oh...

What a good place to be
Don't believe her
'Cause they speak a different language
And it's never really happened to me (It's happy hour again)

Don't believe her, oh no
Cause it's never been happy for me (It's happy hour again)
No, hoo-woah oh...

Don't believe her, don't believe her (It's happy hour again)
Don't believe her (It's happy hour again)

And again, and again
It's happy hour again, and again, and again
It's happy hour again, and again, and again
It's happy hour again...

In “Happy Hour” – The Housemartins

The Housemartins - ''Think For A Minute''

Something's going on, a change is taking place
Children smiling in the street have gone without a trace
This street used to be full, it used to make me smile
And now it seems that everyone is walking single file

And many bow their heads in shame
That used to hold them high
And those that used to say hello
Simply pass you by

Think for a minute (think for a minute)
Stop for a minute (stop for a minute)
Think for a minute (think for a minute)
Stop for a minute (stop for a minute)

I always said it could, they never thought it would
The people look so pitiful, I'm thinking that it should
And now it's almost here, now its on its way
I can't help saying told you so and have a nice final day

'Cause nothing I could say
Could ever make them see the light
Now apathy is happy that
It won without a fight

And many drop their heads in shame (think for a minute)
That used to hold them high (stop for a minute)
And those that used to say hello (think for a minute)
Simply pass you by (stop for a minute)

In “Think For A Minute” – The Housematins”

The Housemartins - ''Five Get Over Excited''

Fun, fun, fun
Fun, fun, fun
Fun, fun, fun
Fun, fun, fun

James Dean posters on their wall (five killed in a car crash)
What a sad little end to it all (five killed in a car crash)
Last seen having lots of fun (five dumped in a river)
Barefoot and on the run (five dumped in a river)

I am mad from Scandinavia
I want a guy in the London area
He must be crazy and Sagittarius
'Cause I am Leo and I'm hilarious

Which gives me...

Fun, fun, fun (Jeremy)
Fun, fun, fun (Fifi)
Fun, fun, fun (Jeremy)
Fun, fun, fun

Last seen drinking daddy's own beer (five poisoned over dinner)
Singing Abba's Mamma Mia (five poisoned over dinner)
Drop dead watching Thunderbirds fly (five get over excited)
Poster on their wall says "Why?" (five get over excited)

I am Guy from Camden Town
My hair is curly but I gel it down
My clothes are black but my bread is brown
I'm really into early Motown

Which gives me...

Feigning concern, a conservative pastime
Makes you feel doubtful right from the start
The expression she pulls is exactly like last time
You've got to conclude she just hasn't a heart

In “Five Get Over Exicted” – The Housemartins

The Housemartins - ''Me and The Farmer''

Me and the farmer get on fine
Through stormy weather and bottles of wine
If I pull my weight, he'll treat me well
But if I'm late, he'll gi-i-ve me hell

And though it's all hard work, no play
Farmer is a happy crook
Jesus hates him every day
'Cause Jesus gave and farmer took, took

(Won't he let you go?) Probably no
(Won't he let you go?) Probably no
(Why does he treat you so?) I just don't know
(Why does he treat you so?) I just don't know

Me and the farmer, like brother, like sister
Getting on like hand and blister
Me and the farmer...

He's chopped down sheep, planted trees
And helped the countryside to breathe
Ripped up fields, bullied flocks
And worked his workers right around the clock

It may seem strange, but he'd admit
Intentions aren't exactly true
And though God loves his wife a bit
He hates the farmer through and through, through

All things bright and beautiful
All creatures great and small
All we've got is London Zoo
'Cause farmer owns them all, all

Me and the farmer
Me and the farmer...

In “Me and the farmer” – The Housemartins

 The Housemartins - ''Build''

Clambering men in big bad boots
Dug up my den, dug up my roots
Treated us like plasticine town
They built us up and knocked us down

From Meccano to Legoland
Here they come with a brick in their hand
Men with heads filled up with sand
It's build...

It's build, a house where we can stay (ba-ba-ba-ba-build)
Add a new bit every day, eh, eh, eh (ba-ba-ba-ba-build)
It's build, a road for us to cross (ba-ba-ba-ba-build)
Build us lots and lots and lots and lots and lots (ba-ba-ba-ba)

Whistling men in yellow vans
They came and drew us diagrams
Showed us how it all worked out
And wrote it down in case of doubt

Slow, slow and quick, quick, quick
It's wall-to-wall and brick-to-brick
They work so fast, it makes you sick
It's build...

Oh, it's build...
It's build...
It's build...

Down with sticks and up with bricks
In with boots and up with roots
It's in with suits and new recruits
It's build...

In “Build” – The Housemartins

The Housemartins - ''There Is Always Something There To Remind Me''

The teacher's name was Charles
He made me feel like jack
Thought Martin was late
Cause he sat right at the back

Thought my name was Peter
The time that I was there
I told him it was Paul
But he didn't seem to care

Drawing moustaches and glasses
On the ruling classes
Drawing willies on soldiers
From Berlin to Damascus

It shouts out loud:
"I've more than you
I've more than you"

It shouts out loud:
"I've more than you
I've more than you"

Making bombs in chemistry
And catapults in craft
He thought I must be far too
Down for this class

He even told the caretaker
I didn't want to pass
And he agreed he'd seen me
Cutting 'cross his grass

Would he keep all the marbles
He'd taken in that year?
Would we stormtroop the staffroom
And pinch his cans of beer?

It shouts out loud:
"I've more than you
I've more than you"

It shouts out loud:
"I've more than you
I've more than you"

There is always something there to remind me
Of something that I should've left behind me
It taps you on the shoulder in a queue
It shouts across the street, "I've more than you"
There is always something there to remind me
Of you

It shouts out loud:
"I've more than you
I've more than you"

It shouts out loud:
"I've more than you
I've more than you"

It shouts out loud

In “There is always something there to remind me" – The Housemartins