Next Move Sideways by The Jazz Butcher Lyrics
(laughs)
I saw him through a room-spin I was tired enough to faint
Carrying a chessboard like some old Romanian saint
I said: hey good looking, whatcha got cooking?
He said: nothing you want to try
Just a bunch rinkey-dinks who like expensive foreign drinks
And you've got other fish to fry
Look over there: the men dividing up the countryside
They got authority, they got a college degree
They got machinery, they got a pretty big job to do
They got instructions and they don't want to bother 'bout me
No I'm standing here in the middle of the country
Trying to figure out about the next move sideways
I read the papers I know they want to make a new road
To keep the trucks and the inter-city travellers out
Protect the little towns and Victorian buildings
That's where the money is and they don't want to spread it about
I hear the sounds of the work going on the highway
I smell the diesel in the air; it lets me know I'm alive
There goes the busstop, guess everybody's got a motorcar
There goes the mailman, your letters never arrive
What do you do when "potential" is your favourite word
And then the bus leaves you at the next move sideways?
I have a new home, I'm getting pushed a thousand different ways
You said you never bruise, but you could disappear
I have the same old dreams: I to walk them round the streets at night
I think you'd be surprised how many times you appear
Smoking on the bridge like a tourist by the Houses Of Parliament
I'm feeling done-for, I'm feeling sick in my heart
They took the floor away and they divided up the countryside
And we watch telly while they're pulling everything apart
They got a blueprint up there in the government
They calling going forward, it's the next move sideways
Next move sideways
I saw him through a room-spin I was tired enough to faint
Carrying a chessboard like some old Romanian saint
I said: hey good looking, whatcha got cooking?
He said: nothing you want to try
Just a bunch rinkey-dinks who like expensive foreign drinks
And you've got other fish to fry
Look over there: the men dividing up the countryside
They got authority, they got a college degree
They got machinery, they got a pretty big job to do
They got instructions and they don't want to bother 'bout me
No I'm standing here in the middle of the country
Trying to figure out about the next move sideways
I read the papers I know they want to make a new road
To keep the trucks and the inter-city travellers out
Protect the little towns and Victorian buildings
That's where the money is and they don't want to spread it about
I hear the sounds of the work going on the highway
I smell the diesel in the air; it lets me know I'm alive
There goes the busstop, guess everybody's got a motorcar
There goes the mailman, your letters never arrive
What do you do when "potential" is your favourite word
And then the bus leaves you at the next move sideways?
I have a new home, I'm getting pushed a thousand different ways
You said you never bruise, but you could disappear
I have the same old dreams: I to walk them round the streets at night
I think you'd be surprised how many times you appear
Smoking on the bridge like a tourist by the Houses Of Parliament
I'm feeling done-for, I'm feeling sick in my heart
They took the floor away and they divided up the countryside
And we watch telly while they're pulling everything apart
They got a blueprint up there in the government
They calling going forward, it's the next move sideways
Next move sideways