Intake / Manor Park / The Wicker / Norton / Freshville / Hackenthorpe / Shalesmoor / Wombwell /
Catcliffe / Brincliffe / Attercliffe / Ecclesall / Woodhouse / Wybourn / Pitsmoor / Badger /
Wincobank / Crookes / Walkley / Broomhill / Oh! "I was only about eleven when this happened. We
were living in a big block of flats with a central courtyard. All the bedroom windows opened onto
this court, and sometimes in the middle of the night, in that building it sounded like a mass orgy. I
may have only been eleven, but no/one had to tell me what all that moaning and yelling was about.
I'd lie there mesmerised, listening to the first couple. Invariably, they'd wake up other couples, and
like some kind of chain reaction, within minutes the whole building was fucking. I mean, have you
ever heard other people fucking, and really enjoying it? It's a marvellous sound. Not like in the
movies, but when it's real. It's such a happy, exciting sound." / The city is a woman / Bigger than any
other / Oh, sophisticated lady / Yeah, I wanna be your lover / (not your brother, not your mother,
yeah) / The sun rose from behind the gasometers at six/thirty a.m., crept through the gap in your
curtains, and caressed your bare feet poking from beneath the floral sheets. I watched it flaking bits
of varnish from your nails, trying to work it's way up under the sheets. Jesus! Even the sun's on heat
today; the whole city getting stiff in the building heat. / I just want to make contact with you / Oh
that's all I wanna do / I just want to make contact with you / Oh that's all / I wanna do / Ow / Now I'm
trying hard to meet her / but the fares went up at seven / She is somewhere in the city / somewhere
watching television / watching people being stupid / doing things she can't believe in / love won't
last `til next installment / ten o' clock on Tuesday evening / The world is going on outside / the night
is gaping open wide / The wardrobe and the chest of drawers / are telling her to go outdoors / He
should have been here by this time / he said that he'd be here by nine / That guy is such a prick
sometimes / I don't know why you bother, really. / Oh babe / oh I'm sorry / but I / had to make love to
every crack in the pavement and the shop doorways / and the puddles of rain that reflected your
face in my eyes. / The day didn't go too well. Too many chocolates and cigarettes. I kept thinking of
you and almost walking into lamp/posts. Why's it so hot? (Peace garden!) The air coming up to the
boil; rubbing up against walls and lamp/posts trying to get rid of it. Old women clack their tongues
in the shade of crumbling concrete bus shelters. Dogs doing it in central reservations and causing
multiple pile/ups in the centre of town. I didn't want to come here in the first place, but I've been
sentenced to three years in the Housing Benefit waiting room. I must have lost your number in the
all/night garage, and now I'm wandering up and down your street, calling you name, in the rain,
whilst my shoes turn to sodden cardboard. Where are you? (I'm here!) Where are you? (I'm here!)
Where are you? (I'm here!) Where are you? (I'm here!) Where are you? (I'm here!) Where are you?
(I'm here!) Where are you? That's all I wanna do. / I'm still trying hard to meet you / but it doesn't
look like happening / `cos the city's out to get me / if I won't sleep with her this evening / Though
her buildings are impressive / and her cul/de/sacs amazing / she's had too many lovers / and I know
you're out there waiting / And now she's getting into bed / he's had his chance now it's too late /
The carpet's screaming for her soul / the darkness wants to eat her whole / Tonight must be the
night it ends / tomorrow she will call her friends / and go out on her own somewhere / Who needs
this shit anyway? / And listen / I wandered the streets the whole night crying, trying to pick up your
scent / writing messages on walls / and the puddles of rain reflected your face in my eyes. / We
finally made it on a hill/top at four a.m. The whole city is your jewellery/box; a million twinkling
yellow street lights. Reach out and take what you want; you can have it all. Gee it's so hot tonight! I
didn't think we were gonna make it. It was so bad during the day, but now I'm snug and warm under
an eiderdown sky. All the things we saw: everyone on Park Hill came in unison at four/thirteen a.m.
and the whole block fell down. The tobacconist caught fire, and everyone in the street died of lung
cancer. The grunts from the T/reg Chevette; you bet, you bet, yeah you bet. Mmmmm. Yeah. All I
wanna do is make contact with you. Tomorrow, are we gonna? That's all I wanna do... / I was trying
hard to meet her / but the fares went up at seven / She was somewhere in the city / somewhere
watching television / Watching people being stupid / doing things she can't believe in / Love won't
last `til next installment / ten o'clock on Tuesday evening / The world was going on outside / The
night was waiting open wide / The wardrobe and the chest of drawers / were telling her to go
outdoors / He should have been there by that time / he said that he'd be there by nine / That guy is
such a prick sometimes / Yeah Jesus! / Oh baby / babe / I wanna / I wanted to tell you that / there's
nothing / there's nothing to worry about because we can / we can / we can / we can get it together /
oh yeah / oh we got it together tonight / yeah we made it.
