Lyrics by P. Greatorex. Music by G. Davies/P. Greatorex/R. Parsons/D. Wills/J. Willmot/B. Ballard/S. Malpas. Recorded, mixed and produced by George Davies at Silent Running Studios Exeter, Autumn 1991. Remastered at Wud Records Studios 2010.

Performers: Peter Greatorex – vocals George Davies – guitar Don Wills – guitar Rowena Parsons – tenor sax Simon Malpas – trumpet

BLUE HOUSE (LAUGHTER VERSION) I don’t fit in your ice lolly mould I don’t fit in your car I don’t fit in your cute hornrims I don’t follow your star

I’m just so awkward It’s too good to be true Got ideas like a disease There’s nothing in my head except John Coltrane I can’t make sense of what I see I can’t make sense of what I see

I’m just so precious Cos I know I’m so right Got no limitations of thought There’s nothing in my pocket except a lump of steel Money’s no honey and life is short Money’s no honey and life is short

I’m just so dreamy And I’m living a lie I like the lie I’m living too There’s nothing in my wallet except a smeared photo And you know it isn’t even of you You know it isn’t even of you

I’m just so twisted Don’t want to find the door Outside is where you should be There’s nothing in my heart except a Bowie knife One cut, you know, it sets me free One cut, you know, it sets me free

I don’t fit in your white ski pants I don’t fit in your tweeds I don’t fit in your hip Raybans I don’t have your needs

I’m just so weary Much too tired to sleep Got this roller coaster bed There’s nothing in my soul except some hot be-bop What you asked is what I said What you asked is what I said

I’m just so cool I’m cut right outta ice Got words like a freezing snow There’s nothing in my mind except a long bus ride I keep telling you I’ve got to go Keep telling you I’ve got to go

Words by Peter Greatorex. Copyright (c) Wud Records 2010, (p) D & G Music 1991.

Everybody giggled at some point in this song, and there was one place where everybody caught the giggles at the same time. This recording captures a few moments of absolute hysteria, mostly caused by Simon discovering a whole scale of entirely inappropriate notes. It’s not easy to play trumpet or sax when laughing as one’s mouth will not generally maintain the correct shape. Pete did a great job keeping the band rolling along. This song is in Ab minor and has some fabulously jazzy chords. In later versions of this song there was a 3/4 section and a bass/drums duel. A more polished version of this song will eventually be found on Dark Company’s unfinished Can of Worms album.

See also: http://www.wudrecords.co.uk/artists/dark-company http://www.explicitmusic.co.uk/lyrics-information/dark-company/signmaker/blue-house-laughter-version https://twitter.com/Dark_Company https://www.facebook.com/Dark-Company-154909774522910/ https://twitter.com/WudRecords