@ALBUM: Suits Credits for _Suits_ (May 1994) Lead vocal: Fish Bass guitar and Backing vocals: David Paton Keyboards and Backing vocals: Foss Paterson Guitars: Frank Usher Guitars: Robin Boult Drums & Percussion: Kevin Wilkinson Additional keyboards: James Cassidy Additional backing vocals: Lorna Bannon, Danny Campbell Choir on Lady Let it Lie: Know Academy Senior Choir, conducted by Ken Johnson Whistles and Flutes on tracks 4, 9: Mark Duff Fiddle on tracks 5, 9: Charles McKerron Saxophone on tracks 4, 6: Bill Gilles Harmonica on track 8: Fraser Spiers Bagpipe: David Murray Armourer: Gordon Watson Engineered, produced, mixed and arranged by James Cassidy for James Cassidy Productions Assistant engineer Steve Pearce Charles McKerron and Mark Duff of Capercaillie appear courtesy of Survival Records Recorded and mixed at Funny Farm Recording Studios, Haddington, nr Edinburgh All tracks published by Fishy Music Ltd/Copyright Control All lyrics Derek W Dick Cover illustration Mark & Julie Wilkinson from concept by Fish Label Manager Robin Ayling Buttons taken from 'The Book Of Buttons' by J. Whittemore/Dorling Kindersley Sleeve design Dream Disc "Sound Station" digital editor supplied by Digital Audio Research and Francinstien Stereo Enhancement System Copyright in this recording belongs exclusively to the Dick Bros Record Company, 1994 This album is dedicated to Willie, Johnnie and Robbie Thanks to everyone who worked long and hard in the sweatshop, especially James Cassidy the undisputed "People's Champion", Frank, Davey, Foss, Robin and Kevin (Sunshine in Leith ?) for always believing the shot was possible and never leaving me behind the 8 ball. Moira and Steve for finding needles in haystacks, chalking the cues and living on the crumbs of magic cookies. Martin Stainton for looking after the buttons, Robert White for unravelling the threads, Yatta (the body double !) for the mannequins, the mirrors and the shop displays, Connie Moest for the catalogue (We all love you really Cloggie, more read wine anyone ?), Jim Houston for the umbrella, Rob "Barnet" Ayling for pointing out the Emperor's Clothes and helping me weave the new cloth, (You're hired !). Lawrence and Keith (HM) for the nightshifts and the refined wine, Mark and Julie for the colours, they never fade (but no flourescents please !), to everyone in the Company World for the support and loyalty, the faith and commitments and for ever believing in the cunning plan. And finally to my family who as always helped me find a hold on the thread even when it seemed lost. 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Mario, Viale Certosa 123, 20151 Milano, ITALY COMPANY BELGIUM: Distelsstraat 63, 1030 Brussels, BELGIUM @SONG: "MR 1470" Here I sit in my bones, on the bones upon the hill Staring out at the wild, blue yonder Digging deep, I'd found buttons in my pockets Naked now my skin begins to crawl I dream Suits, I see Suits Looking back, was there ever such a moment Immersed in mystery I was witnessing a crime Digging deep I came across a murder Among the roots of our spreading family tree We learned to love, we learned to kill We taught ourselves to rule the world I dream Suits, I see Suits Do you see Suits, can you dream Suits? There I stood, face pressed against the window I know his number, but I'll never know his name Behind the glass buried in the sockets A recognition, my skin begins to crawl We learned to love, we learned to kill We taught ourselves to rule this world But who's the one we're frightened of We are the sons of 1470 The geese fly chevrons cross the night sky Heading south, the hunters lead them on Jets trail the hems of skirts of angels A train threads along that very floor So here we live in our bones, on the bones beneath the soil Staring out, mortal in the darkness Digging deep we try to find the answers To all the questions that hatch within our skulls We learned to love, we learned to kill We taught ourselves to rule this world For who's the one we're frightened of? We are the son of 1470 I dream of Suits. Do you dream Suits? (Dick/Paterson/Boult) @SONG: "Lady Let It Lie" You should have listened to what your mother said You should have listened to what your father told you to do But you always did just what you always wanted to do Now you end up here singing in a gilded cage And for half your life you were wishing you were half your age Lady let it lie It's hard putting down your family roots when you're living in A mobile home, but there's always blood even in a rolling stone You squeezed me hard for the white collar dream But you woke up to a tie dye lifestyle and its choking me Lady let it lie Chorus All the boys want to be all the girls want to be all the boys I don't want to be me no more All the boys want to be all the girls in this turnaround world I don't want to be me no more They once said I was a rising star declaring me a bright contender When it all worked out I was just a pretender I could never disagree if you said you were dissatisfied But why you got to take it out on a guy that tried But surely there's something left, something worth fighting for Something out of all this mess that's worth building on Maybe we can start again, maybe give it one more try Or do we just walk away, and maybe fade and die Chorus All the boys want to be all the girls want to be all the boys I don't want to be me no more All the boys want to be all the girls in this turnaround world I don't want to be me no more I don't want to be me no more Me no more (Dick/Paton/Cassidy) @SONG: "Emperor's Song" What would you do if it all broke up What would you do if the doors were shut And the pearls are being eaten by the swine What would you do when the worms don't turn There's nothing left nowhere to run And it's looking slightly bleaker every day Do you follow your heart, do you follow the drum Do you follow the flag, do you shoulder the gun Do you slow march off the edge with head held high Do you do down gently without a fight Do you take it on the chin and beg for more When the sword is raised and the trumpet calls You bow down, bow down, bow down to the Emperor's song Did you believe in the post-war dream Do you hate dealing with machines And one's picking up your prayer off the phone You followed advice, you followed the work You followed the rules, you gave it your lot But a younger man's just taken on your job We've all got long term contracts with the man upstairs But who's picking up the options on our souls When it's one life firm and the deal is up You bow down, bow down to the Emperor's song What do you do when its all too much When you're out of luck and out of touch And you can't relate to anything they say What you do when it gets too tough When you want to say that enough's enough You want to walk away and just throw in the towel Do you go with the grain, do you go with the tide Do you go with the crowd, do you go for the ride Do you hang on in until the bitter end There's a bandwagon leaving but it's not for me I've swallowed all the hooks and want no more But when the lights are dimmed and the curtain calls You bow down, bow down, to the Emperor's song (Dick/Cassidy/Boult) @SONG: "Fortunes of War" Rosebuds scattered across the lawn like the squares at Waterloo With bayonets of thorns repelling small children in search of lost tennis balls Imaginary cannonballs that were fired at the legs of galloping cavalry Resting their dreams in the shade of the apple trees Toy soldiers drunk on warm lemonade And the children dream of glory and Fortunes of War Safe in bed with stories of Fortunes of War, Fortunes of War As the sun sets low on these playing fields An army returns bearing swords and shields Dustbin lids and raspberry canes they'll live to fight another day For warriors medals, milk bottle tops Battle flags fashioned from mother's old table cloths Bright colours run in the summer rain Sometimes when they fall they will pretend that their hankie is a bandage to stop the bleeding And imagine city streets and desert storms and foreign fields There's bullets flying, these are the Fortunes of War I heard a wheelchair whisper across a stale, stagnant gymnasium Trailing an ivy league jacket like a matador Through the jitterbug steps of the night before I followed him down to the church parade Where he makes his peace every armistice day I watched him fade away, melt in the autumn rain For sometimes when they fall they can't pretend That the hankie is a bandage that can't stop the bleeding They're out in city streets and desert storms or foreign fields With bullets flying, these are the Fortunes of War While their children dream of glory and Fortunes of War Safe in bed with stories and Fortunes of War Of uniforms and glory, Fortunes of War, Fortunes of War (Dick/Cassidy/Boult) @SONG: "Somebody Special" She's got a photograph of David Bowie In a Victorian hand made frame Signed backstage by a roadie in his name She's got Hemingway in her bedside table And a pistol under a pillow beside her head The bullets round her neck She wants to wear suits A cocktail waitress smokes Gauloises Blondes She's been taking tips from tables for too long She drinks frozen Stolichnaya She likes powders from Peru She don't like no one to tell her what to do Chorus She wants to be somebody, be somebody, be somebody, Somebody special She wants to be somebody, be somebody, be somebody, Somebody special She wants to wear suits She's got a nasty reputation as a cruel dude She likes Japanese movies, she likes Chinese food She's got handmade patent leather shoes riding on her feet She knows the lifestyle that she wants and she's willing to compete Chorus She put her mind to the classroom but outside She learned more from giving head She gave her innocence to someone that she once considered a close friend She gave her hand to the quarterback on loan to the local football team He gave his world as security, his heart as deposit on the dream But, she wants to wear suits Chorus She's got a wedding ring That's Cartier as far as you can tell She threw it down the local wishing well She'd lost it in the kitchen sink Or in a desert motel room The insurance claim just couldn't come too soon She wants to be somebody, be somebody, be somebody, Somebody special She wants to be somebody, be somebody, be somebody, Somebody special She's somebody special Do you want to be somebody special Could you be somebody special Somebody special (Dick/Boult/Paton) @SONG: "No Dummy" Me, I'm a nothin' double zero trying to do something Me, I'm a screwball, tired of being put down Tired of being shot down I'm gonna put some ink on the white sheets Gonna put some blood on the white sheets Me, I'm no dummy Me, I wear colours bright and righteous Serve them with honour Me, I'm a weapon, a gun for hire teaching the lesson Gonna be the guy in the white suit Gonna get my hands on the white suit Cos me, I'm no dummy Ducking and diving, thieving and lying, scrounging and sciving, surviving Ducking and diving, thieving and lying, scrounging and sciving Ducking and diving, me no dummy just surviving Me, I got muscle, no qualifications needed to hustle Me, I'm a killer ready for the role of the serial killer Gonna get my hands on the white suit Ready for the fitting of the white suit Cos me I'm no dummy Ducking and diving, thieving and lying, scrounging and sciving, surviving Ducking and diving, thieving and lying, scrounging and sciving Ducking and diving, me no dummy just surviving I am just surviving look at me no dummy I'm gonna shoot down the shopping mall gonna get me a name When they catch me all dressed up I'm gonna blow them away I'm gonna blow them away (Dick/Cassidy/Boult) @SONG: "Pipeline" Waiting in my corner, waiting on the bell I was coming off the ropes, I was going to give them hell Now I'm waiting Waiting on the lyric, waiting on the song I know the muse is coming, I'm holding on I'm waiting Waiting on the chances, waiting on the breaks Waiting on an opportunity that I could take I'm still waiting Chorus And all the time I wonder why Just what or who the hell I am Where I'm at, where I'm from Where I'm going, where I belong Tell me where I'm coming from Because I'm waiting in the pipeline Waiting on a message, waiting on a sign I was waiting on my holy grail to shine Waiting with the crossword, waiting on reviews Waiting on something or someone to give me a clue I'm still waiting Chorus And all the time I wonder why Just what or who the hell I am Where I'm at, where I'm from Where I'm going, where I belong Why do you keep me waiting on Because I'm waiting in the pipeline If the carpet that I'm sitting on could fly If the ring that's on my finger was a sorcerer's charm If the cloak that I'm wearing could hide me away I could wait for forever and a day If the lady that I'm waiting on isn't mine Then the castles that I'm building are on shifting sands If the dream that I'm chasing isn't true Then the light at the end of the tunnel is just a wrecker's fire Waiting in the pipeline, waiting on the silence Waiting on the sound, waiting in the backstage Waiting on the crowd, waiting Waiting on the critic, waiting on the gong Waiting on the DJ to play my song Play my song, I'm waiting And all the time I wonder why Just what or who the hell I am Where I'm at, where I'm from Where I'm going, where I belong Tell me where I'm coming from Because I'm waiting in the pipeline Waiting in the pipeline, waiting in the pipeline waiting waiting (Dick/Paton/Boult) @SONG: "Jumpsuit City" All the way from Bucharest your skin crawled on the way to Hollywood Through a whole in the wall You saw the free world trading in bones There's a guardian angel at the window Staring at the corner She's nowhere to go She's in the free world trading her bones Chorus But if your mother didn't like it she don't need to know As long as your sending the money home What happened to the body of the child she bore Answers on a postcard from Jumpsuit City Sprayed by a moonbeam through the Linden leaves Cast in a shadow in anonymity He found the free world and sucked on their bones Performing for animals he's dressed to thrill High on a pedestal see the surgeon's skill He lets the free world feast on his bones Chorus Behind the curtains there's a sanctuary For the businessman and the refugee This is the free world and they trade with their bones A dead flower from a buttonhole Lies in the gutter with a million souls It's the free world, and they're only trading in bones Chorus (Dick/Boult/Cassidy) @SONG: "Bandwagon" Bandwagon, it's coming into town To turn your life around And take you to the places that you once Could only dream of They'll be standing right there before your eyes And the heroes that you worship They'll be riding with you, up there by their side On the bandwagon, it's rolling into town Gathering the crowds to show them all the places that they once Could only dream of and put them right before their very eyes In the stories that they're selling for some pennies and a little of our time Well, well do I hear you say, I'm only dreaming That I'm staring out the window letting all my life just pass me by In my defence, listen to me I have never ever stopped believing That there's a better world out there waiting And that all I have to do is hitch a ride on the Bandwagon It's coming to my door I've been on it before And it took me to the places that I once Could only dream of they were standing Right there before my eyes And I can tell you the stories for Some pennies and a little of your time Bandwagon its coming into town To turn your life around And take you to the places that you once Could only dream of They'll be standing there before your eyes And the heroes that you worship They'll be riding with you, up there by their side On the bandwagon Here it comes (Dick/Paton/Boult/Usher/Paterson/Wilkinson) @SONG: "Raw Meat" Raw meat for the balcony Another mugging in tin pan alley Another heart of attack takes the centre stage You might think I'm getting cynical But after these years I can still pass the physical still got my corner, still got my edge And the waitress takes an order for another round As I try to blend my way into the crowd The hunter of the autograph he wants my name And I just can't find the strength to turn him down Raw meat for the balcony don't get me wrong I don't need your sympathy, just lend me a needle and spare me a dime Just a tear in the public eye From laughing or crying it don't mean that much to me Some sort of reaction is all that I need The cognac goes down better in the hotel room, When you're staring at the writing on the wall Condemned by the critics who want to tear me down When it's just another lyric going for a song We're low on life on the highway in search of coin Picking up the pennies from the road Guided by direction in the wake of stars We were driven by a dream that's broken down But the bandwagon's parked up in another town We hope tomorrow its heading out our way To get us out the tunnel where we've paid our dues With friends we buried there beyond the lights Raw meat for the balcony Is that all I am, is that all I'm going to be? Raw meat for the balcony, Nobody's fool but mine, is that my destiny? But if that bandwagon takes off for another town And the suits that buy the wine don't like my song Though I'm playing to empty tables Till the curtain falls I'll always find the strength to carry on I'll always have the strength to carry on I'm Raw Meat! -for Andy Field (Dick/Paterson)