CARAVAN
"Back To Front" (1982)

BACK TO HERNE BAY FRONT
Words and Music
by Richard Sinclair

Down here on Herne Bay front, the weather's not too good
There's not a lot of crumpet, and the fish and chips are greasy
My mates and I are working days and sometimes nights
Sixteen-track recording, though our tiny hands are frozen

Down here on Herne Bay front, the summer season's gone
But the Bingo is still open, and there's always roller-skating
But if you feel weak, a drive down to the Dolphin for a wee drink
A touch of old Peculiar helps me think

Down here at Herne Bay front, on promenades stroll on
While the kids stop space invaders, fishermen in waders hunt ragworms
Down here on Herne Bay front, there's eels and liquor pies
In The Sunset in the morning, four cups of tea they're pouring

Here in Herne Bay
The bed and breakfast ladies are out all day
The slickest thing is oil out in The Bay
Back to Herne Bay front

Above Rancheros caff, back to Herne Bay front
It's not Hotel California, only electric bar-fires warm you
Down here on Herne Bay front, the Rangoon has closed down
Curry and chips right out the question, topless girls give indigestion

Here in Herne Bay
In the Divers Arms you'll find them all on display
Even traffics wardens drink there, hip hip hooray!
Back to front Herne Bay

BET YOU WANNA TAKE IT ALL
Words and Music
by Pye Hastings

Feelin' bad, back against the wall
Sick and tired cos you've heard it all
You've been around but still you find
You're lookin' for the answer

You know a bar where the drinks are cold
And they don't look at you like you are old
Why did I notice you at all
Look there though they can't help it

You gotta drink just to pass the time
You want a beer, won't you get the wine?
You say it's all, it's all just fine
Cos you're talkin' to the bar maid

You said you've dreams of a life abroad
And then a husband is inside for fraud
You said you're no familiar card
That you want to take advantage

Oh, what a night!
Likely you just can't fail to answer the call
Well all is said and done, old sun
I bet you wanna take it all

You gotta dance when you're feelin' right
You got a hand in the pale moonlight
You got her home and on and on
But are you gonna chance it?

You think you'd better go on back to the bar
She says why don't you come and take a shower
You can't believe your luck so far
But you're shakin' with excitement

Holley, I want it
Holley, I want it
Always say that I know it is right
When I feel it in my heart

Holley, I want it
Holley, I want it
Heaven knows what the future might bring
None of there went star

Oh, what a night!
Likely you just can't fail to answer the call
Well all is said and done, old sun
I bet you're gonna take it all

You said you never liked the marching touch
And then you got up on a slow approach
And you were he, and she was she
It's a perfect situation

And then she said she want it there and then
You're sure you want to start again and again
If you recall you joke it all
You just kept on saying, you just kept on saying...

HOLD ON HOLD ON
Words and Music
by Pye Hastings

It makes it all so much better
And I wanna tell you I feel it in my heart
You know how, know how I love all the things I said down honey
Nothing is not in dreams, castles made of sand, you got

Hold on, hold on - that you're makin'
Hold on, hold on - while you can

It makes it all so much better
Like having the whole world sitting in your head

[Saxophone solo]

You gotta dance when you're feelin' right
You gotta take what the candle light
You gotta stand for your own, never be ashamed to
You gotta stand back against the wall
You got a thing that you had it all
You gotta tell what made yell exactly what you want to

Holley, I want it
Holley, I want it
You may not know what love it about
But I'm not that any more

Holley, I want it
Holley, I want it
You may not know what love it about
But I'm not that any more

A.A. MAN
Words and Music
by Richard Sinclair

Hey hey, A.A. man!
Hey hey, A.A. man!
Hey hey, A.A. man!
Hey hey, A.A. man!

Out on the motorway, clocking up the miles
My coupé's running roughly, steaming over
Got thirty miles to go to the next services
I ain't a-gonna make it, S.O.S. is

You won't believe the state my engine's in
I'm leaking oil and reckon I won't make it up the hill
I should have checked my fan belt too
There's a burning smell, flippin' hell I'm pulling over to the side

Hey hey, A.A. man!
Hey hey, A.A. man!
Hey hey, A.A. man! - get to me as fast as you can

It's now well past four and pissing down with rain
Where's my member's handbook, Patricia darling?
The wheels are well locked up, I'm going for the phone
They ain't had the very man to fix it

Operator, put me through to breakdown
I'm down the road in my little red Marina in the rain
Connect me through to Information
I'm hung right out and I've fifteen miles to walk home in the wet

Hey hey, A.A. man! - get to me as fast as you can
Hey hey, A.A. man! - if you cop the jerrycan

Operator, put me through to breakdown
I'm down the road, in my little red Marina in the rain
Connect me to Auto Information
I've conked right out and I've fifteen miles to walk home in the wet

VIDEOS OF HOLLYWOOD
Words by John Murphy, Music by David Sinclair

Every star that has died leave a void
Now locked inside some reel of celluloid
In some old archive
In this age of video, could we know
Or understand the magic and the joy
That was Hollywood?

Hollywood, movie queens
Heart-throb magazines
Memory's all we've got
Videos of Hollywood

I love all those films, so grand
I see them still, the Cecil B. De Mille's
On the silver screen
The legend lingers on, but with time
The era gone, now images and songs
That was Hollywood

Hollywood, movie queens
Heart-throb magazines
Memory's all we've got
Videos of Hollywood

SALLY DON'T CHANGE IT
Words and Music
by David Sinclair

Now why d'ya have to stand there on your own ?
I just can't bear to see you so alone
You want to grab the spotlight, can't you see ?
For me, your name is up in bright lights
It will always be

Sally my love, don't change it
You don't need to prove you're a star
Sally don't rearrange it
Cause I like it the way we are

I'm so afraid I might forget my lines
I always say the wrong things all the time
But if I had the words, I'd cry out loud
Oh, Sal, we don't need a writer
What we've got is all about...

Sally my love, don't change it
You don't need to prove you're a star
Sally don't rearrange it
Cos I like it the way we are

Sally you're a winner
Always been a dreamer
Sally you can be a star
Sally can't you hear me ?
Won't you please believe me ?
Sally that's the way you are

They say it will be all right on the night
(Oh Sal, what they talkin' bout ?)
Why worry, we can fix it with the lights
(I know that we can work it out)
And if we fall, they'll send in every clown
Touché, 86 the mind games
Can't live my life this way

Sally my love, don't change it
You don't need to prove you're a star
Sally don't rearrange it
Cos I like it the way, the way we are

ALL ABOARD
Words and Music
by Pye Hastings

Maybe I don't know what is going on - but I know for sure
You gotta do what you feel is alright when you never have the thought
It may not cost you a penny, but it all adds up to a crying shame
When you count the cost of a heart that's lost and you're home again

You awake with thea morning light, don't wanna face it at all
What a way to begin in your day when your head feels like a saw
You slip your head back on the pillow, floating away in a trance
Only takes 'bout a moment or two when you could find yourself in France

"All aboard!" - you can hear them calling out
As you're falling and really trying to shout
"Wait for me, I don't wanna stay 'round here!"
While your heart is out on the quayside
You're still in bed on the floor
You're searching hard for excuses
But you've heard it all, you've heard it all before

Seems like an hour or so later, you're waiting to climb on a train
Wanna go where the living is slow, and never back again
You know that in only a moment, your heart will be lost in a glance
Never sure, now they're closing the door and now you'll never get the chance

"All aboard!" - you can hear them calling out
As you're falling and really trying to shout
"Wait for me, I don't wanna stay 'round here!"
While your heart is lost at the station
You're still in bed on the floor
You're searching hard for excuses
But you've heard them all, you've heard them all before

It may not cost you a penny, but it all lines up to the same
When you count the cost of the heart that's lost
You find yourself, you find you're home again
Home again, hu-huh...

TAKEN MY BREATH AWAY
Words and Music
by Pye Hastings

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, taking my breath away

There's a whole wide world at 4 o'clock in the morning
Didn't have no place to go
With my luck run out, standing there on the pouring
My heart was feeling like a stone
Sick and tired and all alone

When I called out loud, something stirred in the darkness
Fingers running down my spine
Not a shape or sound but a coldness touching my face
I wasn't gonna hang around
My feet could hardly touch the ground

Oh, so scared !
I could feel those eyes follow me everywhere
I had to yell
God, I hope somebody's listening, I need a friend

Oh, I know I'll have to say
It's taking my breath away
Oh oh oh, hey hey
It's taking my breath away

Well I must admit, finally in the daylight
It never seems to be the same
And you tell your friends really wasn't such a bad fright
They say it's drink that's got your brain
You think you maybe grow insane

Oh it's there
But to prove it, you would have to go back again
And you'll yell
Better pray somebody's listening, you'll need a friend

Oh, I know you'll have to say
It's taken your breath away
Oh oh oh, hey hey
It's taken your breath away, your breath away

Crawling through the senses are the voices from the darkness
Calling all the forces from beyond the other side
What I know of all this I could say in just one sentence
Nothing !

He was an egomaniac before a madman and eccentric
Crazy people running scared from voices in the night
??ing what they say is right, that thief is in the bottle
Oh oh oh

When it all comes back to what you thought in the first place
It can't be wrong, it must be right
When you know you're cop and got to put on a brave face
Trace your steps into the night
Searching for another fright

Oh, you'll be scared
You will feel those eyes follow you everywhere
You will yell
Better hope somebody's listening, you'll need a friend

Oh, I know you'll have to say
It's taking your breath away
Oh oh oh, hey hey
It's taking your breath away

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, taking your breath away

PROPER JOB / BACK TO FRONT
Words and Music
by David Sinclair

Always nagging, always moaning, always telling me I'm wrong
Always something I've forgotten, can't they see I'm working now?
Music is my life, I need it more and more
Every time I write a song, it's been heard before
Fighting for my first break, I just can't work it out
It's enough to make your heart break - what's it all about ?

Why don't you get a proper job?
Something when you can earn some money for a change?
Singin' about playin' that jazz music or them sympho-noises
Won't get far with that, you know!

Suddenly I'm rich and famous, gonna be a megastar
Suddenly we're on the telly, as overnight sensations are
Mother, she's so proud, she bought a colour set
But all the neighbours down our street can't forget
Now I've got my first break, she still can't work it out
It's enough to make your heart break - what's it all about ?

Always knew you'd do it, son!
How much did you say you earned?
A pillion mounds a night?
What ain'tch? Come on!

Took it on, smiling faces, lusting on with open hands
Watched it sliding through my fingers, fame and fortune now that's gone
But music is still my life, I need it more and more
There'll always be someone who's heard it all before
Back to front existence, blinkers on your eyes
Won't need no assistance, there'll be no more surprise...