Ambiguity
© 1998 Steve Pemberton
Look to the skies above.
Stillness. Silence.
Consider the hurt of loss.
Stillness. Silence.
I used to be part of life.
Situations pass through me.
Eroded by time.
Weathered, crumbling for inside.
Chorus:
She loves me. (She loves me not.)
At least I think so sometimes.
She loves me. (She loves me not.)
Does it have to be this way?
Give in to desire again.
Silent. Empty.
Wonder if crying would help.
Silent. Empty.
Chorus.
Was I wrong? Don't think so.
Empty. Broken.
Who'll be first to say sorry?
Empty. Broken.
Go looking for memories,
although I know they'll hurt.
A voice on the radio
reminds me of her.
Chorus.
2nd Chorus:
I love her. (I hate her.)
At least I think so sometimes.
I love her. (I hate her.)
Does it have to be this way?
Pig in mi Kitchen
© 1991 Steve Pemberton
I came home late from a hard day's shirking.
If I hadn't been careful they'd have had me working.
I went into the kitchen for some bread and jam,
found a little black monster from Vietnam.
My landlady told me that she wants him as a pet.
He was going to cause trouble, I was willing to bet.
I took him down the yard for some toilet training,
and all I can say is, thank God that it was raining.
Bridge:
I couldn't believe the noise that he was making.
It's a damn dear way of raising bacon.
Chorus:
This song is very silly but it's also true.
There's a pig in my kitchen and I don't know what to do.
It might sound like a porky but I swear to you that it's true.
There's a pig in my kitchen and there's nothing I can do.
Before long he'd snuffled out the vegetable rack,
And he'd had half the apples before I'd turn my back.
He didn't like the carrots; they were strewn across the floor.
But he finished off the spuds and he went looking for some more.
Bridge and chorus
Guitar solo
Bridge and chorus
This monster's lair is a cardboard box.
When I try to do my washing, he tries to eat my socks.
He's smart enough to learn a lot of the things that I know.
So why can't he learn not to chew up the lino?
He's costing us a fortune and we're bloody irate.
I suppose we should be thankful that he hasn't got a mate.
Chorus
And I still can't believe the noise that he's making,
but I hear the Vietnamese give very good bacon.
Technophobia
© 1994 Steve Pemberton
Chorus:
I know I'm very hard to please.
Won't somebody cure this disease -
my technophobia.
Garbage in, garbage out, never ever any doubt.
Think before you act. Take time to learn the facts.
Once there was a time when science could do 'most anything -
take us to the furthest star.
Man's three laws of machines would replace God's ten commandments,
but they couldn't change who we are.
People say...
You're too idealistic.
People say...
You're far too pessimistic.
People say...
You're far too voyeuristic.
People say...
You're far too fatalistic.
Chorus.
My mate's bought a machine he thinks will tell him everything,
but that's just a socialist dream.
The problem with machines that claim to tell you everything
is that everything is never what it seems.
Chorus.
Technophobia...
Technophobia...
Technophobia...
The first true men of science explained a clockwork universe
by the light of reason alone.
Now we realise that reason isn't everything,
and so the seeds of its destruction are sown.
Six past Four
© 1991 Steve Pemberton
All is still. It's six past four
on Friday afternoon.
Right now I think if you never came back,
it'd be a little too soon.
I don't want your sympathy
if it comes without your love.
Your return now would just complicate things -
as if they aren't bad enough.
Why does a love to last forever
turn out to be built on sand?
And why does everything I hoped for
not turn out as planned?
Well I never you were jealous of me,
still less of your best friend.
But flinging me into the poor woman's arms
is no way to make an end.
If history is written by the winners,
tell me, who gets to write this tale?
I guess no-one will ever hear it.
It's just one more love that's failed.
Can you tell me -
why does a love to last forever
turn out to be built on sand?
And why does everything I hoped for
just not turn out as planned?
I cannot say I don't love you, you know,
for true love never dies.
It just get romanticised, twisted and bent,
'til all that I've got left are lies.
I still miss you sometimes, you know,
but if you came back I think I'd turn you away.
The night that you left I'd have given my heart,
if that would've made you stay.
And I don't want you to be able to hang that kind of threat over me.
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