BODY
man tore the tree of knowledge down
and made it into paper money
thinking he could buy--
himself a better world,
--MORE MONEY WON'T BUY A BETTER WORLD--
man consumes is all consuming [sic]
the earth becomes a treeless moorland
more money and more...
LIES
more power and more waste.
--MY BODY WILL BE MY STATEMENT--
this destruction of the earth
requires our co-operation
our voices and our bodies
our money and our work--

I say no--
this body is mine--this earth is mine--
I won't allow this body--
to play a part in the destruction--
of this earth
WHY

do not adjust your life--
[Drawing of television set]

man found dead in armchair
sitting next to wife transfixed and knitting
channel stays unchanged
they dumbly watch, don't make a sound
they're force-fed shit,
from breakfast-time to the closedown--
t.v. tells them what to be
and what to say and what to do
how to act and how to lie
but never question...
WHY
and they're always switched off.
wife says "time for winner takes all,
I wish we had remote control"
man can't hear and goes unheard
as she knits through his final words--

if you want to turn me on--
turn the television on.
if you want to turn me on--...

Watching the butterfly move over moorland so pretty and colourful wings catch the sun, such simple beauty attracting a mate for creation of life for the cycle to carry on--to carry on--contrast the bomber that turns in the sky--ugly and lifeless and serving no purpose--save war, and the politics of war--what are wings for?--they borrowed nature's skill and taught it how to kill--how to kill--so crossing their purpose the butterfly shadowed by bomber above alone and distracted and thus unaware -- of the butterfly collector

here we are at Menwith Hill
they dug a hole on land not theirs.
filled with computers called Menwith Hill:
7 floors down, hidden from view,
official secret don't let us know
how they spend money whilst people starve.

They call it progress, "this year's thing"
1984 - they're listening in--
Technology made them robot people!
They tap our phones, record our lives;
Destroy the TRUST that we should SHARE
Listening to everything that we say.
silencing the little that we can say.
watching what we do in every way.
But they can't hear desire and they
can't see though
they can't see the traces of the spark
inside me
wanting to be free

STORM.
There's a storm, in every port
there's a storm.
There's a storm, in every port.

In Liverpool or South Georgia
listen to the words of a bribed reporter.
Propaganda keeps us dumb
believing all the shit that we read in
THE
SUN
People die we don't ask why
we're passive and we're happy
and we're fed on lies--
We have to try!

ROCK'N'ROLES

ONE MORE METHOD OF KEEPING US IN LINE
[Geometric drawing]
ONE MORE FASHION CALLED PUNK THIS TIME

Baby Killers
The powdered milk that the adverts sell,
to third world mothers deprived and ill
the little tins of milk-white-lies
for the starving child that wants--yet dies.

lured away from the mothers breast
by lies imported from the west.
she cannot keep the bottle clean,
she cannot read the little tin
sees the picture clean and white
but never taught to read and write
the company that offers the bribe
for the deaths of a thousand kicks--inside

To some people money means more than life
but only when it's someone else's life
Nestles company pocket fillers,
they're sucking from those tiny bellies
more money for the baby-killers
BREATH -- LIFE -- DEATH -- LIES

SOMEONE ELSE...must play a part
a link in the chain eight hours a day
never thinking of morality
follow commands, blindly obey.

someone else must tell the lies
for someone else to make the laws
for someone else to do research
for someone else to make that bomb.

Making money, making weapons
filthy fingers in filthy pies,
investing, buying and financing.
company profits built on lies--

[Picture of working men]

RAPE.

They rape us in the courts
where the victims go on trial
rape us with their culture, promises and smiles.

Rape us with their wars
to the victor goes the prize
rape us with big business, security and lies

They take away our dignity
and sell us plastic sex
take away our choices and leave us no respect.

Rape is hurt men hurting women
betraying trust
calculated violence not uncontrollable lust.

Rape's a power assertion
from the press to the street
selling papers, selling products--
packaged sex, packaged meat.

[Drawing of scowling person]

MARCHING ROUND IN CIRCLES
...round another institution
whilst the people on the inside are planning our
destruction
marching round in circles round another
institution
another demonstration that our freedom's an
illusion
they knew that we were coming
we asked them if we could
they organized our protest
they laid it on for us
they let us make a noise
they let us march around
in a specially built police-cell
they call Hyde-Park

if no-one breaks the rules
nothing will change
if no-one breaks the laws
it will always be the same
step out of line--increase our demands
if we don't break the rules
we just go round + round + round + round + round

SAME OLD SHIT
Whilst the music-cog-press were busy trying to keep politics out of your music, the Nestle Co. were back peddling out of cruel marketing policies in the 3rd world--under pressure from an international boycott of their animal tested rubbish. So we dropped the song: Boycotts can work! "Body" and "Marching round in Circles" are from a miners benefit tour...1984 became strike year and media lies and heavy policing got closer to home. Menwith Hill is a U.S. communications base near Leeds, the 2nd biggest target for Russian nuclear attack and conveniently it links into UK phone tapping systems. The song was recorded at the peace camp there. "Storm" was an old song we ripped off and changed the lyrics to--Anne plays the subtle and tuneful trumpet solos. Except for the live songs, everything was recorded at home. And the truth is: that everything is political...saying nothing just reaffirms and upholds the status-quo (and that's their side of the fence).

[Picture of two people wearing sunglasses]

SIDE ONE
BODY. (live)
DO NOT ADJUST YOUR LIFE.
BABY KILLERS.
STREETS.
MARCHING ROUND IN CIRCLES. (live)
BUTTERFLIES.

SIDE TWO
EMI/HMV.
RAPE.
STORM.
MENWITH HILL. (live)
SOMEONE ELSE.
ROCK 'N' ROLES.
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CHUMBAWAMBA.

SKY & TREES. BOX 4. 59 COOKRIDGE ST. LEEDS 2. W. YORKS