He’s my man and his minds made up in blue
All those friends he’s been talking to
His kiddin' ways are coming to an end now
Your only kind is waiting for it’s time
But I don’t know my minds made up in blue
All those friends you’ve been talking to
The scars on his hands are glowing like his eyes now
As he grips on to another day
Ones with better times have gone by now
Better times are when you’re in control
His second rate ravings don’t thrill me
Even if they did some time before
Only his blue eyes still drill me
As I get to know my friend the floor
These guys are so much fun.
I first saw them at a student union concert in the very early 80s.
They went on to blow my ears out on a regular basis throughout the 80s at our local pub.
I was at art school and Paul, the bass player was my life model. It was always amusing to see him fully clothed wink
Here's my best stab at the lyrics, no lyrics sheets on my 12" single...
I'm sure I have some of it wrong, the raping bit just sounds too weird
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He's my man, his minds made up in blue
All those friends he's been talking to
Hidden ways, coming to an end now
Lonely kind is waiting for its time
And I don't know, my minds made up in blue
All those friends you've been talking to
Straws on his hand, they're glowing like his eyes now
Straws he grips on, to another day
Wants the better times have gone by now
Better times are, when you're in control
And I don't know, my minds made up in blue
All those friends you've been talking to (x2)
He's thinking rain, rainy days don't thrill me
Even if they did some time before
Lonely, his blue eyes still drill me
Because I get to know my friend before
And I don't know, my minds made up in blue
All those friends you've been talking to (x2)
