@ALBUM: Under The Flag ARTIST: Fad Gadget Frank Tovey - Lead vocal, computer and synthesizer David Simmonds - Grand piano, synthesizer Nicholas Cash - Vibraphone, timpani, hand-held percussion Chorus - Alison Moyet, Barbara Frost, Jill Tipping, Yvette Anna, Andrew Kay, Anne Clift, John Fryer Saxophone on Wheels Of Fortune - Alison Moyet Dutch nursery rhyme on Scapegoat - Patricia Bakker Recorded at Blackwing Studio, All Hallows Church, London in 1982 Engineered by John Fryer Produced by Frank Tovey with John Fryer All words and music by Frank Tovey except Under The Flag I and II, words Tovey, music Tovey, Fryer Photography and painting - Anton Corbijn Typography - Jill Tipping @SONG: Under The Flag I Well the story begins on the Isle of Dogs In a time of world recession There's a queue a mile long for every job Young hopes deep in depression Well our anti-hero's coy, such a weak-willed boy He follows his nose, not his head So the lap-dog finds a mate, and makes his first mistake She winds up in a hospital bed Now the baby's doing fine, but daddy hasn't got the time He'll drink himself oblivious Then return and hit the wife, she'll attack him with a knife Oh the script is so damned obvious Under the flag Survival leads men to do foolish things And yes he was a fool He thought he'd try working for the government A civil service tool Now the boy is doing fine, but he'll have to toe the line His orders are from high above 'Cos when you're working for the state you can sell your life to fate You're not working anymore for love Under the flag @SONG: Scapegoat Fool's the name Sitting target for the ghouls to cane Mention me then spit on the ground A shameless game Fortune's found its place for me in a pit of pain I've been kicked out every household Now they Blame me (Don't blame me) Silently (So silent) Scapegoat, shame on you Love me dear And be prepared to live a life of morbid fear A soulless life of solitude In exile here Better still to keep your own Utopia You can have that dream come true So... Blame me (Don't blame me) Silently (So silent) Scapegoat, shame on you @SONG: Love Parasite Love parasite Love parasite You're kicking inside Try not to fight Love parasite Scream aloud Words without meaning You lack the gift of speech But you suck like a leech Scream aloud Force-fed with sound Gonna get no sleep tonight Listen to that noise It's a hungry voice Get no sleep tonight @SONG: Plainsong Voices saying nothing 'Cos their heads are clean are simple But they screw up the refrain And no-one sings together Chorus Well I don't believe quite what I hear 'Cos the words are so disgusting I can hardly wait to leave this place The people seem to revel in their own bad taste And amplify their emptiness Glorify their mindlessness Plainsong Speakers spitting nonsense But young ears are so receptive Well they climb inside your mind And the tune is not forgotten Repeat chorus @SONG: Wheels Of Fortune I choke on my words as I speak Brain damaged citizens file along the street A view from my window A motorway intersection Exhaust pipes at pram level Now playgrounds are carparks Chorus Wheels keep rolling round and round Their feet hardly ever touch the ground The tiger in the tank is a vile compound Hold on to precious breath you're homeward bound I've got to breathe, lead free Breathe, lead free Chorus I've got to breathe, high octane Oh, oh, high octane Wheels of Fortune keep rolling on Five star fantasies of multi-storey power games A money spinner Bullets richochet just above my head In a hole in the ground I make my bed Wake up in the morning and find me dead Load up my weapon and pump them full of lead @SONG: Life On The Line IV I'm sorry about the mess on the table I'm sure it was an accident My hands are made of nitroglycerin That explains the incident Fortune built my homes in daydreams Pages I'd never seen I'm sorry you were so disappointed The contract states quite fundamentally The undersigned is you Lay your life on the line Chorus No questions (Life on the line) That's fine (Life) Just sign on the dotted line The nib hesitates at the inkwell A sample of the poet's blood Guitars pluck a tune in the ozone But me, I'm just stuck in the mud Fortune left my hopes in daydreams Pages I'd never seen I'm sorry you were so disappointed The contract states quite fundamentally The undersigned is you Lay your life on the line Chorus Fortune built my hopes in daydreams Pages I'd never seen I'm sorry you were so disappointed The contract states quite fundamentally The undersigned is you Lay your life on the line @SONG: The Sheep Look Up This is the shadow of a great cloud This is the flag of hate Patriotism is the key word now Here in this democratic state And the sheep look up As the sky falls down Tumbling heavy to the sea Follow my leader is all I can play now The people want war 'cos war is for real We can pull together with our common enemy Hatred stimulates - it's infectious And the sheep look up As the sky falls down Tumbling heavy to the sea @SONG: Cipher My words are dedicated to the one I love It's been so long since our lips have touched Whisper young lovers, whisper tonight Chorus All my letters will be censored Read between each secret sentence Hand written for my dearest Cipher love Careless talk can cost lives But our minds will connect with our thoughts disguised Whisper sweet nothings, whisper, tonight Chorus @SONG: For Whom The Bells Toll If I've heard them once I've heard them a thousand times before I'm in danger of repeating myself But I don't care anymore Sleepless nights and world weary days I live without you But life goes on regardless I don't know what to do Chorus The bells keep ringing The doors keep slamming You don't understand But the doors keep slamming For whom the bells toll If I put a shell up to my ear I can hear the sea Even though I've tried to erase That memory You could be wiped up on Some faraway beach But all I know and feel is You're still out of reach Chorus Switch out the light, and go to bed Switch out the light, and go to bed @SONG: Under The Flag II Young man, go out And take what's yours, don't doubt There's strength in numbers, walk on Defend the meek, headstrong Now the story's become a bore I don't want to hear it anymore It's by no means an immaculate conception Too many bodies lying around Pushing daisies out the ground And the church is cashing in on resurrection Well I tried so hard to please you 'Cos I know that you crave blood Consumer credit carnivores And now the masses have been fed Suck the offal from the dead Now the joker's here to pick the sores Under the flag Under the flag boy Under what flag?