The Jazz Butcher Conspiracy – Next Move Sideways lyrics

I saw him through a room-spin
I was tired enough to faint
Carrying a chessboardL
ike 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 favorite 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 like 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.