DALSTON KINGSLAND 
When your energy starts to wane 
And you're filled with woe  
Get on the first train you can and head into Soho 
You may look up at the skies 
You may wonder why 
From time to time, you may even want to cry 

I've got mates with tastes in all things Asian 
I'm getting off the train at Dalston Kingsland station 
My mate Matt wears plaits; it's a little bit unnerving 
He takes a dive at a shoal of girls  
Tonight they're just too flighty though 

I’ve got mates with tastes in all things Asian 
I’ve got A.D.D I never pay attention 
Look here comes Amy, she’s really pretty 
She’s got holes in her lobes like a Maori 
Outside the English are getting rowdy with their Stella and wode 
The Pilgrim Fathers have all sailed back home 
Round the fire, in Uniqlo   
The night starts to glow 

Over the new frontier under the old estate 
An old guy is worse for wear, he’s seen it all and better days 
A dog is off the leash, it’s all skull and teeth 
People make their way hastily to the other side of the street 
Yeah mate he’s only playing says its keeper 
You can’t see his face; he’s hooded like the Reaper 
The Police turn up to maintain some order 
As the streets fill up and the barman rings the bell to call last orders 
In the distance sirens start to whine 
Then we hear the cry  
This place would blow sky high if I gave the sign
 

1790 
It’s not the way you move or comb your hair 
The way you look at me when the lights go down oh yeah 
You see I’m a just a sucker for your every way
And stay with you till the end of days

It’s not the way you smile or hold my hand 
What you say to me when there’s no one else around 
It was in French though it was not too profound 
Dying on the lawn in the leaves in 1790 
 

RECORD PLAYER 
Don’t fuck with me 
‘Cos I may be eighteen  
But I’m going on eighty three 

Don’t bang the drum 
‘Cos I’m standing on the edge 
And things may become undone 

Grow up, grow up 
But I only seem to be going around 
I’m not a rock I’m a record player 
Give it away like the Dalai Lama 
I’m out of luck, I can’t go any higher 
You’re out of reach and tonight I am on fire 
I’m not a rock I’m a record player
 

CONSTITUTION BLUES 
I really don’t think I’m going to get this right  
Unless I’ve got a hundred years or so to spend on this issue 
Run into the night brush back the tears 
Back to the beginning another wasted year 
Little old lady in the lift was asking me, so what’s the big idea 
I don’t know, but if I did I wouldn’t really be here would I with these constitution blues 

These days I’ve been lost in the woods  
I can’t find my way out and by now I probably should 
I find the way from the stars and the moon 
But my course was wrong 
Because I missed that day at school 

It was getting late, I was getting tired and cold 
I pitched my tent, the wind started to blow 
The moon came out from under a cloud 
I saw the ghost standing there in a shroud 
It took possession of my troubled soul 
But gave it back, I can see you’ve got problems of your own 
I’m going to leave you now alone in the night to stew  
In your constitution blues 

I went back to where I’d buried my treasure 
Years ago before the stormy weather  
I started to dig  
I was digging all night

MY BABY WORE BLUE
My baby wore blue  
Which was fitting 
Cos it matched my mood  
The minute she walked out the room   
Come away with me honey   
Things will be better  
I didn't see her again 
Till nineteen eighty two   
She had a kid in a pram and a man on her arm  
Pleasantries. My train came, it was time to leave  

My baby wore black   
For a funeral that afternoon  
At least that's how it felt 
When she broke the news  
And told me she was never coming back 
Outside the leaves were falling 
Don't leave, stay till morning  
  
My baby wore white  
She looked almost divine 
Walking her dog by the side of the Serpentine   
I’d seen her in a dream or another lifetime 
I made my way quick, she was my lifeline 

Across London town the church bells started to ring 
It was hard to feel down about anything 
Lights on the lake like jewels 
I thought of all the girls I loved at school 
The window shook when the bandstand blew 
Smoking on the back of the bus feeling cool 
The world was young and I was new 
The future slept in a far off land 
I take your hand, the answer I'm looking for