Unreleased Demos

Lyrics to loads of stuff never release by the band, session versions and alternate lyrics.

Allah Was Wrong
Baby Boom (OneMusic Session Nov 2005)
Bad Vibrations (Demo)
Forgotten (Peel Session)
I Think We're Alone Now (OneMusic Session Nov 2005)
It's All Downhill Once You Reach The Seventh Grade (Acoustic Demo Aug 2005)
Lottery Winners On Acid (OneMusic Session Nov 2005)
Man (Acoustic Demo Aug 2005)
Opposite Ends (Live 2003)
Someone's Crying (KCRW Session)


Allah Was Wrong

In violent rage,
in violent rage,
in violent rage,
in violent rage,
just can't get laid,
just can't get laid,
just can't get laid,
just can't get laid...

Allah was wrong.
Allah was wrong.
Jesus Christ was wrong,
Allah was wrong.
Allah was wrong.
Allah was wrong.
Jesus Christ was wrong,
Allah was wrong.

In future life,
in future life,
in future life,
in future life,
I wanna be a dog,
I wanna be a little Chiwawa.
I wanna be a dog,
I wanna be a little Chiwawa.

Allah was wrong.
Allah was wrong.
Jesus Christ was wrong,
Allah was wrong.
Allah was wrong.
Allah was wrong.
Jesus Christ was wrong,
Allah was wrong.

Josanna, Josanna, Josanna in the highest was wrong.

Josanna, Josanna, Josanna in the highest was wrong.

Josanna, Josanna, Josanna in the highest was wrong.

Allah was wrong.
Allah was wrong.
Jesus Christ was wrong,
Allah was wrong.
Allah was wrong.
Allah was wrong.
Jesus Christ was wrong,
Allah was wrong.


Baby Boom (OneMusic Session)

The final two verses of the song, the last having been changed from the usual "No one said it's gonna be...".

You can call me Fred Flintstone
Tarzan King of the Jungle
I don't need the Spanis inquisition, darling
I don't do cryptic clues
I guess you just weren't interested in getting
drunk and trying to start a baby boom

Have you ever been forsaken
Have you ever been left out on the street to die
Ever wandered what it's like
Truely wondered what it's like


Bad Vibrations (Demo)

All this talk about Adam and Eve
doesn't cut the mustard with this little piggy.
When people start going ballistic
it's just not cricket.

All these words best left unsaid,
should have been said long time ago, no question.
When people start firing missiles
it's just not tactile.

With all these germs about,
with all these germs about...

Feel the hurt,
feel the pain,
feel the bad vibrations.
Feel the hurt,
feel the pain,
feel the bad vibrations.

All this talk about love and peace
doesn't make much sense to this old soldier.
When people start firing missiles,
that's not tactile.

All these words best left unsaid,
should have been said ling time ago, no question.
When people start going ballistic
it's just not cricket.

With all these germs about,
with all these germs about...

Feel the hurt,
feel the pain,
feel the bad vibrations.
Feel the hurt,
feel the pain,
feel the bad vibrations.

Feel the hurt,
feel the pain,
feel the bad vibrations.
Feel the hurt,
feel the pain,
feel the bad vibrations.

Feel the hurt,
feel the pain,
feel the bad vibrations.
Feel the hurt,
feel the pain,
feel the bad vibrations.


Forgotten (Peel Session)

What ever happened to Tuesday, it's so slow.
Furious anger, found love in the big smoke.
Victorious evil up to it's usual no good.
In the beggining, life was all sweet talk in Bluebell Wood.

Silouettes of kids in fall
like little rabbits on the wall.
Moments that won't be forgotten, be forgotten, yeah...

Not that we don't care, not that we're not driven to distraction.
Death is our first love, killing our only passion.
Victorious evil up to it's usual no good.
In the beggining, life was all sweet talk in Bluebell Wood.

Sillouettes of kids in fall
like little rabbits on the wall.
Moments that won't be forgotten, be forgotten, yeah....

Moments that won't be forgotten, be forgotten, yeah...
Moments that won't be forgotten, be forgotten, yeah...
Moments that won't be forgotten, be forgotten, yeah...
Moments that won't be forgotten, be forgotten, yeah...


I Think We're Alone Now (OneMusic Session)

Originally by Tommy James & The Shondells, The Crimea's version is based around the more well known cover by Tiffany.

"Children behave",
that’s what they say when we’re together.
"And watch how you play".
They don’t understand,
and so we’re

Running just as fast as we can,
holding on to one another’s hand.
Trying to get away into the night,
and then you put your arms around me
and we tumble to the ground,
and then you say

I think we’re alone now,
there doesn’t seem to be anyone around.
I think we’re alone now,
the beating of our heart is the only sound.

Look at the way
we gotta hide what we’re doing,
'Cos what would they say
if they only knew?
And so we’re

Running just as fast as we can,
holding on to one another’s hand.
Trying to get away into the night,
and then you put your arms around me
and we tumble to the ground,
and then you say

I think we’re alone now,
there doesn’t seem to be anyone around.
I think we’re alone now,
the beating of our heart is the only sound.

Running just as fast as we can,
holding on to one another’s hand.
Trying to get away into the night,
and then you put your arms around me
and we tumble to the ground,
and then you say

All of a sudden I find myself hurtling through space
with only the taste of your lips as evidence
that I once battled against your chronic indifference.
When we couldn't go the distance I was left crippled,
dead sure of the outcome, you lose some, you get thrashed in some...

I think we’re alone now,
there doesn’t seem to be anyone around.
I think we’re alone now,
the beating of our heart is the only sound.

I think we’re alone now,
there doesn’t seem to be anyone around.
I think we’re alone now,
the beating of our heart is the only sound.


It's All Downhill Once You Reach The Seventh Grade

For Davey's slightly differing lyrics to Seventh Grade, check out his MySpace blog entry here.

When the lights go out in the land of the free,
all that I have is a need, all that I need is unclear to me.
And it's all downhill once you learn how kids are made,
even the dogs on the street have a little more dignity.

Hell is a crowded room,
Heaven's just got you
naked on all fours.

Don't close your eyes on me,
you can dream,
but you can't have everything.
Don't close your eyes on me,
you can dream,
but you can't have everything.

When the lights go out in Oxford, Missisipi,
all that I know self combusts, all that I see turns to dust.
And it's all downhill once you reach the seventh grade,
even the dogs on the street know all your darkest secrets.

Hell is a broken chair
on the bathroom floor,
dirty drunken whore.

Don't close your eyes on me,
you can dream,
but you can't have everything.
Don't close your eyes on me,
you can dream,
but you can't have everything.


Lottery Winners On Acid (One Music Session)

Recorded at Maida Vaile for BBC's One Music show, 16/11/05.

If she gets a black eye,
I want a black eye.
If she gets a splinter,
I want a splinter too.

If she gets a disease,
I want disease.
If she goes tripping,
I go falling over.

We walk through the streets like
Lottery winners on Acid,
everything she say
I was thinking anyway.

We walk through the streets like
Lottery winners on Acid,
everything she say
I was thinking anyway.

C'mon, now...

If she likes Gordon's,
I like Gordon's.
If she likes the black stuff
I like the black stuff too.

If she gets bird flu
I want bird flu,
If she goes tripping
I go falling over.

We walk through the streets like
Lottery winners on Acid,
everything she say
I was thinking anyway.

We walk through the streets like
Lottery winners on Acid,
everything she say
I was thinking anyway.

Oh Lord, yeah...

If your Momma could see you now,
what would she think of her boy?
What would she think of her boy?

Keeping it real, inventing the wheel
like Lottery winners on Acid.
Keeping it real, inventing the wheel
like Lottery winners on Acid.

Keeping it real, inventing the wheel
like Lottery winners on Acid.
Keeping it real, inventing the wheel
like Lottery winners on Acid.

Keeping it real, inventing the wheel
like Lottery winners on Acid.
Keeping it real, inventing the wheel
like Lottery winners on Acid.


Man (Acoustic Demo)

For Davey's slightly differing lyrics to Red October, check out his MySpace blog entry here.

The Hunt for Red October smoulders,
Tornado Alley relax.
Something tells me Summer ain't coming
this year or the next.

On a mission,
Mission Impossible.

What if you don't come back,
will i still be your man?
Will i still be your man?
Will i still be your man?
Will i still be your man?

Should have seen the other Canine
if you think I look beat up...
From one dog to another Hound,
if you think I look beat up...

On a mission,
Mission Impossible.

What if you dont come back,
will i still be your man?
Will i still be your man?
Will i still be your man?
Will i still be your man?

When everyone is gone,
when everything is dust?
When everyone is gone,
when everything is dust?

Will i still be your man?
Will i still be your man?
Will i still be your man?
Will i still be your man?

Will i still be your man...


Opposite Ends (Live 2003)

All through the night we drove by the ghosts of road accidents past,
women and children, faces contorted, laying half dead...
All through the night we drove by the ghosts of road accidents past,
women and children once dearly beloved, maimed faces contorted on the roadside verge.

I struggle to think of a beastier beast than the beast I became upon crossing swords with the use of stimulants.
I was lost in a blizzard, ended up in darkest Solihull, eyes double glazed, seeing quadrupled, barley a whisper of the man i used to be.
Only now does the gravity of past even begin to rattle the conscience, a tidlewave of guilt unleashed and rippling towards me,
a lifetime of lies and amateur surgery... Massacre...

Done something real bad this time, practically signed my own death warrant, she was staring right at me burning my eyelashes.
Just the two of us left in this rusty old tub, neither overjoyed to be out of love.
It takes one black cloud to spoil the bright day, I was the black cloud, she was the bright day.
Isobelle, remember how it used to feel? Isobelle, remember how it used to feel, feel, feel, feel...

You and I are not those screaming animals with yellow jealous eyes,
are not the decoration of the battle last night
when we wake up in the morning both at opposite ends,
wake up in the morning both at opposite ends.

You look so good I wanna see hundreds and thousands of you crawling through the dirt like a crusade of half dead bluebottles.
Our brains leave their sculls, walk the tightrope of a rabbit in the headlight, stares, melting together like pink and white marshmallows.
Yeah I was a fool and yes you were a fool but who can name a penny that has not been in the pocket of a fool, of a fool, of a fool, of a fool.
Remember how it used to feel? Isobelle, remember how it used to feel, feel, feel, feel...

You and I are not those screaming animals with yellow jealous eyes,
are not the decoration of the battle last night
when we wake up in the morning both at opposite ends,
wake up in the morning both at opposite ends.

Isobelle, Isobelle, remember how it used to feel?
Isobelle, Isobelle, remember how it used to feel, feel, feel, feel, feel...


Someone's Crying (KCRW Session)

Someone's crying, Lord, someone's crying.
Someone's in trouble, Lord, someone's in danger.
Someone's on their last legs, Lord, someone's on the way out.
Someone's been totaled, Lord, someone's been smoked.

Someone who made the finest apple pie
this side of the after-life.
Someone never reached the big three-oh.

How could you let her go?
How could you let her go, oh silent one?

Someone's crying, Lord, someone's crying.
Someone's cut up, Lord, someone's in ribbons.
Someone came along, Lord, someone stopped me in my tracks.
Someone's been butchered, Lord, someone's not coming back.

Someone who made the finest apple pie
this side of the after-life.
Someone never reached the big three-oh.

Still you fail to intervene,
still you fail to intervene, oh silent one...


All lyrics (p) & © 1995 - 2004 BLUE DOG RECORDS LTD / V2 MUSIC LTD / Klutzville.

All lyrics transcribed by Adrian Davey (TMT + AWW), Davey MacManus (ITWAN, IADH, RO),
Jon Birch, Dominic Murphy, Stuart Denyer (SC) and Christopher Friend.
As they were worked out by ear they may be wrong in places.