Arrr! See CONTENTS for links to the 125 chapters of The Monstaville Memoirs plus introductions, conclusions, postscripts and appendices. This treasure trove also includes a collection of articles offering further insights into the themes explored in the trilogy. Namely, managing suffering and conflict (dealing with hostile people if you are nervous, sensitive or shy) and learning not to react
Take me to your heart Time after time I try to contact you Time after time I try to talk to you But you don't take me to your heart When I'm alone I think you're near me It's good to pretend That you're with me Why don't you take me to your heart
Music video directed by Trevor Jackson and Donald Christie
Fernand Khnopff (1858-1921), A Masque
I can spell it in your eyes
I can feel it in my hands
I can taste it in your mouth
I can hear it in my head
Make it happen
Make it happen
I can spell it in your eyes
I can feel it in my hands
I can taste it in your mouth
I can hear it in my head
Make it happen
Make it happen
Cocoa pops in the story
And I'm here all alone
Asked for what I'm missing
Drinking words on the telephone
Cocoa pops in the story
And I'm here all alone
Asked for what I'm missing
Drinking words on the telephone
Make it happen
Make it hard
Make it happen
Make it smooth
Make it happen
Make it real
Make it happen
Make it fast
Make it happen
Make it last
Make it happen
Make it feel
Make it happen
Make it real
Make it happen
Make you feel
Make it happen
Make it happen
Make it happen
Make it happen
I can spell it in your eyes
I can feel it in my hands
I can taste it in your mouth
I can hear it in my head
Make it happen
Make it happen
I can spell it in your eyes
I can feel it in my hands
I can taste it in your mouth
I can hear it in my head
Make it happen
Make it happen
Voices in the city
Slowly killing me
Waiting for your lips to move
Those words of make believe
Make it happen
Make it happen
Move on closer break it up
Move on closer break it up
Move on closer break it up
Move on closer break it up
Move on closer break it up
Move on closer break it up
Move on closer break it up
Move on closer break it up
Move on closer break it up
Move on closer break it up
Move on closer break it up
Move on closer break it up
Move on closer break it up
Move on closer break it up
Midnight, snakebite got me in the back of my neck
Do you wanna take a ride in my limousine?
Yes, course you do
Bleached blonde hair and big blue eyes
Lives her life on the forty five
Likes you better dead
She's a killer, yes
She's a killer
Likes you better dead than alive
(Oh dear)
Some kids cry and some kids laugh
And if they're really naughty
Give 'em an acid bath, right!
Right!
When she comes round looking for you
Her gun's empty nothing you can do
Thirteen floors high
And the town still alive
Are you?
She's a killer
Likes you better dead than alive, oh.
Some kids cry and some kids laugh (ha ha)
If they're really naughty
Give 'em an acid bath, right!
I see the papers and letters have arrived
Anyway, I wasn't, I wasn't anywhere last night
This is the truth
Someone knocking on the window
Someone's knocking on my door
I'm not normal, I'm not quite right, right!
Can hear bells ringing, must be Sunday
Can see the sun, must be Sunday
Can hear cars, must be Monday
Nothing doing!
When she comes round looking for you
Her gun's empty, there's nothing you can do.
Well I've lived on rice long enough
And I ain't you, no
The sun is shining, it must be Sunday
The bells are ringing for me and my girl
Some kids cry and some kids laugh (ha ha)
If they're really naughty
Give 'em an acid bath, right!
Do you wanna take a ride in my limousine?
Do you wanna take a ride in my limousine?
Do you wanna take a ride in my limousine?
Do you wanna take a ride in my limousine?
Do you wanna take a ride young lady?
Wanna take a ride?
Do you wanna take a ride on the end of this?
Written by Nicholas Wade, David James, Chris Wade and John Freshwater