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Pictures On The Fridge (Norman Foote) · Straight from the Fridge (James Hardway) · Straight from the Fridge (James Hardway) · A Fridge Too Far (G.B.H.) · Fridge Too Far [Bonus Tracks] (G.B.H.)


Void of all brain 
I couldn't see that I was the one to blame 

Cold shoulder 
Like a slaughtered cow in a butcher's fridge 
Cold shoulder 
She had
He beats the door and breaks his watch
Raids the fridge and eats the lot
No room for silence, pause of thought
To ease the hurt inside him
They
He beats the door and breaks his watch
Raids the fridge and eats the lot
No room for silence, pause of thought
To ease the hurt inside him
They
One individual lies on a floor of an empty room
In an apartment stuffed with functionality and a lonesome fool!
A midget size fridge full
the hem of the night 

Out on the roof over havoc streets 
Where the sky is a blanket each sweet kiss 
So melodramatic embroidered by shadows 
By the fridge
the future your way
Indian teas and then take-out Chinese
At the end of the day

Shadows on furniture cast by the light of the moon
You've got a fridge
her next to lollies and the packets of peas
With all frozen dinners placed precuriously by her knees
No room in my fridge 'cause it's full of her
pulls the trap lines
By night he lives alone
Don't really feel like company it's just him and his fridge
And his phone 

(CHORUS)
Meet Me In Memphis
I set my foot in my cottage
Eyes attracted by human debris
Floorboards covered in spinal fluids
Oozing liquid putresence
Open the fridge; gory sight
I set my foot in my cottage
Eyes attracted by human debris
Floorboards covered in spinal fluids
Oozing liquid putresence
Open the fridge; gory sight
can see the rider coming
Waiting for Marty to get home.

Used to be a girl then a woman then nothing
The quilt is in the corner by the oak console
It's funny I feel like I felt before 
Late at night on the kitchen floor 
Staring at the wonderful words on the fridge 
Wondering what you meant
times, just like the people next door
Bigger house, bigger 'fridge, bigger washing machine
'Cos you're a consumer'n, baby, you're the advertiser's dream
by the fridge door
Bored by the disco sounds
I found magnetic letters
Started to push them around
 
My magnetic game
Seemed to draw people to me
There's a cold piece of pizza in the fridge if you want it
A stale glass of beer on the table by the playboys
Did you see miss march? god, she
should be full of strangeness
Like a rich painting
But it gets worse day by day
I'm a potential DJ
A creeping wreck
A mental wretch
Everybody asks me
Fake roses on the mantle
Elvis postcards on the fridge
Ed lays softly by the ringer
Baby’s sleeping in the crib
Old broken taped up tail light
Life goes on.
A generation
Passes by,
And no one seems to understand the
Reason why.

A new election,
And no one votes
'Cause bullets fly
unstoppable set into motion
Nothing is different, but everything's changed

Found a room in the heart of the city, down by the bridge
Hot plate and TV
A hideous laugh to a joke on drive time

And I catch the train
Stand side-by-side
Why don't the buildings cry?

His lung's a machine, his hand's like
She was hungry so hungry 
And she was trying to think clear 
But she kept opening the fridge door 
And looking at the mustard and the beer
the roof
Through pockets,
Under beds, in the closet,
In the fridge everywhere and over all in it

Then suddenly the stars fell down
One by one,
this town is dead
'Cause we ain't got no drive through yet
Our one garage don't open nights
Truckies they just roll on by
But down the road at The Grand
the roof
Through pockets,
Under beds, in the closet,
In the fridge everywhere and over all in it

Then suddenly the stars fell down
One by one,
The lunar landing of the dentist convention
Italian mobster shoots a lobster
Seafood restaurant gets out of hand
A car in the fridge
Or a fridge in