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Citizen Fish
Habit E.P.
I wake up every morning and think, "today's the day
I That takes this repetition and throws it all away"
I stumble to the toilet then the kitchen for some food
I cannot do without it but it's what I always do
Here's the next door neighbour discarding his T.V.
No more life in two dimensions
Less then two weeks later his face is like a screen
And now he's got a bigger one - Habit retention
It's a habit
Well I had it
And then I lost it
And now I want it back again
Manning the machinery and dreaming of the day
He'll get to see some scenery and have a holiday
And now he's won the lottery, he'll never work again
Unless of course they ask him back, the cycle never ends
It's a habit
Well I had it
And then I lost it
And now I want it back again
There's people out there travelling so fast it's just insane
Always rushing to get back there
Home is where the car is parked and then it's off again
The fear of immobility? But you're just sat there!
I want to throw it all away
I want to throw it all away
I want to throw it all away
I want to throw it all away
And now I want it back again
Now he wants it back again
You can't have it back again, no no no
Habit is invisible until it falls apart
Left clutching for security and groping in the dark
What do we relying on so much that we get bored
With having it, but losing it will make us need it more?
I'm gonna throw it all away
I'm gonna do something today
Something that I haven't done before, it
Could be almost anything
I don't want to make a habit of it
It's a habit
Well I had it
And then I lost it
And now I want it back again
Phone In Sick (live)
"This is up for everybody who won't go to work tomorrow, cos there job sucks. We'll phone in sick."
Queuing up for jobs that we don't want & demean us
Wanna be a shop assistant? Lavatory cleaner?
Spent a bomb on uniforms to justify low wages
Qualify by turning up and having smiley faces
By the way your appearance isn't what we call supportive
Put your image up for sale, the corporation bought it
Just do what we tell you to and keep the job forever
At least until we sack you cos computers do it better
Woke up with a job one day and didn't wanna work no more
Get a life before it's too late
Phone in sick of it all
Phone in sick of it all
When the only thing that jobs entail is endless repetion
Stacking up & pulling down & making no decisions
It's time to re-evaluate your actual position
How fast does an opportunity become a prison?
All our creativity is waiting to be used
If it's not what you're working with, find better things to do
Work & play should be combined together, make it fun!
Don't waste your life regretting it, it's, it's the only one
Yeah! Yeah!
Woke up with a job one day and didn't wanna work no more
Get a life before it's too late
Phone in sick of it all
Phone in sick of it
I didn't go to work today
I don't think I'll go in tomorrow
No way!
Phone in
Sick of it all - Sick of it all
Phone in
Sick of it all - Sick of it all
Phone in
Sick of it all - Sick of it all
Phone in sick of it
Pubtime: men sat around the table
Talking about, but equally unable
To talk to women: hard to relate
When all linked up to potential mates
Male style - owzitgoin? - great! -
Delinquency... the more pissed you seem
The better the realtion, the easier the dream
For about half an hour and then
Closing time, drifting off again
With the lights & the mind gone dim
Overheard? It wasn't me
You overheard, no it couldn't have been
Overheard? It wasn't me, it was him! It was him! It was him!
It wasn't me, it was him!
Excusing the fundamental abuse of women
Seen as weaker by tradition
And the overuse of stereotypes - Both women & men
It was like this before
So it happens again
It used to happen next door
But it's so "us & them" these days...
What could I say?
Not daring to argue, playing the game
Trying to laugh but feeling ashamed
When I did, I think you felt the same
Sat round the table keeping the lid
Down tight, unable to look into their eyes
And say "Right! I've had enough of your sexist shite!"
Cos you make a quick exit or you get a fight
We're so afraid of not making friends
With what we laughingly call "our fellow men"
That we excuse our silence and waste our minds
By saying nothing that betrays the lie
And explodes the myth
That women get on with it and men get pissed
Women get on with it and men get pissed
I had to guess
Whether happiness
Was having more
Or needing less
I couldn't decide
Then I got depressed
Then I had to guess
Whether being depressed
Was needing more
Or having less
I couldn't decide
So I gave it a rest
Then I had to guess
Whether giving it a rest
Was making it worse
Or keeping it best
I couldn't decide
So I got undressed
Put my head on the pillow
And thought "What a mess"
We could go on forever
Searching like this
For answers to questions
That do not exist
When I woke in the morning
There was something amiss
What state was I in
Before writing all this?
I was happy! That's it!
Before I started to guess
About the levels of feeling
That run through my head
It's best to just do things
And see how it goes
For no-one can tell you
What nobody knows
Press/Release
Well we pressed it then released it BUT it sounded like we'd recordid it under a mattress at the bottom of a fishtank
full of congealed yogurt OH NO! So we remastered it (changed the levels) and we re-pressed it and stuck a sticker on it
and wrote this bit to explain it - and apologise to 1450 people who bought the 1st pressing, which can be
exchanged for one of these by returning it to Lookout's adress. What a mess... sorry!
Note for record retentive types and sale strategists
The collectiblity of the 1st pressing will ressemble that of cheese, should up to 1450 original purchasers
dissuade everybody else from buying what sounds like it was recordid under a mattress at the bottom of a fishtank (etc.),
and sales of this second pressing subsequently flop, making it far more of a rarity in centuries to come. Our impartial
advice is that you stock up on several more copies.
Citizen Fish.
Dick -- vocals & words.
Jasper -- bass & voice.
Phil -- guitar.
Trotsky -- drums.
Jim & Barry - trumpets.
Phone In Sick recorded live by Adrienne at San Francisco Bottom Of The Hill, 22-6-98.
I Had To Guess recorded sometime in 97 at Phil's Roadside Cafe, Warminster.
Habit & Overheard recorded today august 98 at Phil's.