HATFIELD & THE NORTH
"Hatfield & The North" (1974)

BIG JOBS (Poo Poo Extract)
Words by Pip Pyle, Music by Richard Sinclair

Here's a song to begin the beginning
a few notes which are arbitrary
but we try our best to make it sound nice
and hope that the music turns you on to our latest L.P.
so do have a laugh certainly

CALYX
Words by Robert Wyatt, Music by Phil Miller

Poetry in motion is what you've become
From the front and from behind you're a star
Sideways, on the top and underneath
Close inspection reveals that you're in perfect nick
You'll perform like a dream

(SON OF) THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOMERTON
Words and Music
by Dave Stewart

Snowing - in a little while when the cold is growing
With a little smile, turn into a soap-sud or... turn into a road
I'm falling down and spinning in a cloud
(With a little smile, bubble aloud...)
And round and round I go
I've made a row, but honestly I liked it
(But silence comes to me like a blow)
I know I've several things to say, none of them important
(Bashing out the chords, most of them I know)
(Most of them are overflow)
So when the winter comes, nobody will say so
(So please don't go quiet, everything dissolves)
(So don't be slow to hiss and boo,
you sit there and meanwhile all the time)
I'm falling down and spinning in a dreamboat
(Everything dissolves, summer, spring and autumn,
winter falls away spinning in a dreamboat)
Paddling through the stars like a shining seahorse
singing silly tunes in silly times... tones... sighs... groans... melodies.

Paddling through the stars came the orchestra from Mars...
Playing tunes which carried us away

LICKS FOR THE LADIES
Words by Pip Pyle, Music by Richard Sinclair

Now it's time to finish your wine -
try to sing a sober song after all that din
And even though we may be having quite a laugh,
bashing bass and drums is really rather daft
compared to harmonies - although they may sound twee,
they're really what my lady friend can relate to -
and her mate too...

Just in case you think it's a waste
In the end, choosing notes to see if they make friends
A D-sharp minor flattened 5th will go to C,
dotted crotchets usually divide by three
We don't really know now exactly what we mean,
still we had the gist of it till the chords changed...
...unexpectedly... an interesting thought came over me
I'd feel better somewhat wetter, drinking tea in the sea,
and dream of you - and your nice black knickers...

BOSSA NOCHANCE
Words & Music by Richard Sinclair

A bed in the sky would make me
higher up than sleeping under this bush
If I had a magic broom, I'd rev it up
and out in space I would whoosh
I'd ask you to be with me there to
do anything you would like to do...

I like singing spaces not bricks
Intervals and all the notes in between
I like making big mistakes -
knickerless girls being understood but not seen
But I've got a nasty cold today (sniff)
I've run out of words to say 'arbitrary' (arbitrary)

BIG JOBS No.2 (by POO &the WEE-WEEs)
Words by Pip Pyle, Music by Richard Sinclair

Took a trip through the night just to get here
Tried being myself recently
But I try my best to make it sound nice
and hope that the music turns you on
like it's turning on me -
should be a laugh certainly

Now through the medium of the Manor Mobile,
I would like to sing this song in the Hatfield style
Thank all the mothers who made cups of tea -
if they hadn't cared for us, we wouldn't be here
to sing our songs and entertain
Plug us in and turn on the mains!

We have to leave here tonight
I hope that it will sound all right
But we're trying hard to make it sound nice
and hope that the music turns you on
while you're drinking your tea
Do have a laugh certainly

LOBSTER IN CLEAVAGE PROBE
Words and Music
by Dave Stewart

And in the end, all our troubles vanish, melt away
(Play - like a gold bell in the evening wind)
And in the end, all the time we've spent we'll save...
(And in the end, after all is said and done)
Time is only dust, when it's done
We will fly... like a teatray in the sky
So don't be scared of a lobster or molluscs
(I for one am fond of molluscs)
They're all one in the end
(They're all lovely)
There will be no parting of the ways
(Counting off the days that we've wasted)
Starting off with lots of singing
Playing laughing crying flying sighing wheeling soaring aah...

LET'S EAT (REAL SOON)
Words by Pip Pyle (last verse: Dave Stewart), Music by Richard Sinclair

I'm vitamin-enriched
What's more, I'm absolutely wholesome!
No artificial processing or anything so loathsome!
You'll fancy me at lunch, not to mention tea
I'm easily digested naturally!

You'll want to slip me in your kitchen
How'd you like to mother me?
And I'll be tasty, Mr. Pastry, wouldn't that be lovely?
My mother once told me, "eat what you are given"
Don't worry mum, I've realised what fun that could be
It makes a real man of me now, I think you'll agree
I've got more calories than brown bread in me now
No-one can tell !!!

I'm vitamin-enriched
What's more, I'm absolutely wholesome!
No artificial processing or anything so loathsome!
You'll fancy me at lunch, not to mention tea
I'm easily digested naturally!

So don't be scared by the thought
of putting on three extra stone
Disregard all dieting information
It's best to leave well alone
You're better off fully grown!

FITTER STOKE HAS A BATH
Words and Music
by Pip Pyle

You don't suspect my life's a mess,
you prob'ly think it's groovy
Meeting people everyday,
see some place abroad...
And I admit that when the time is right,
it can be quite a laugh
But you know, that's not often
Eventually, I think that you will agree,
I'm only putting lines out
and shifting gears, missing years disappear

And as for you, I couldn't bear to think of it -
they said you were Swedish
You asked me for a chocolate bar,
then you went and spoiled it all by eating it
What a pain, what a nause!
You can imagine my delight
was like some R. Crumb magazine come to life
Thank you ladies you had us all
I hope you all enjoyed it

But just the same
I'm happy just to sit around at home
with Pamela making cups of tea and washing clothes
Now anyone could easily see
I'm basically a cretin

Bing billy bong - silly song going wrong
Ping pong ping, clong cling dong
Tie me up, turn me on

Bing billy bang, Desperate Dan, frying pan
Cling clong cling, bong bing bang
Michael Miles, bogeyman

O WHAT A LONELY LIFETIME
Words and Music by Richard Sinclair

I'm in love with you
If only you knew
Wan' it
Want you to love me
But sometimes
When I'm on my own
Gigging far from home
It gets so lonely

I realize that I need something else
Other than this
It's you I miss
Oh what a lonely lifetime !

Away from you
Find things to do
That help me
Help me forget you
But sometimes
When I'm on my own
Gigging far from home
It gets so lonely

I realize that I need something else
Other than this
It's you I miss
Oh what a lonely lifetime !