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Hey! Luciani
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Original UK release
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First released 8 December 1986 on Beggars Banquet 7": Beg176; and 12": Beg176T
01. Hey! Luciani
(Hanley, S/Smith)
3:34
Aborteum
I said Luciani
The future's here today
I said Hey Luciani
Pope of three three days
They made out you were are an ultra nut
And had no time for your Christianity
You paid with your life for their treachery
The future's here today
The future's here to stay
Luciani
Hey Luciani
Jesus has gone away
I said Hey Luciani
Meet the Church Bank S.A. [1]
They said you were of peasant stock
And one day the curia murdered you
Your hermeneutics are through
And on that fruited plain
The corporate bishop's graze
Exit church of poverty and pain
The future's here today
The future's here to stay
Hey Luciani
A pop star in your cell
I said Hey Luciani
A Polish son of Hell
You were the first John Paul I
How is it your 'Christian' is gone?
Can you see it from your grave?
The TV snow-storm on top,
The brass Holy Grail
Imitation for sale
The future's here today
Luciani
And all the cowls are black
On an inquisition rack
The future's here today
The future's here to stay
Luciani
Note: [1] Italian version of an American Corporation or a British Limited Liability Company.
02. Entitled
(Hanley, S/Scanlon/Smith)
3:15
Hands up, I can't do that
Wait till tomorrow
Pretends to think a lot
Not user friendly
So when we go in a second
What does that mean to you?
You take her from the back
We're so respectable
But I'm entitled
Entitled
Why can you not relax
When I'm behind you?
I don't make passes from the back
Is it something usual?
To be so entitled
Entitled
Remember with this photograph
Take care of photograph
Drowned in plastic
You've got good reason to laugh
Give up, I can't do that
Wait until tomorrow
My reputation's in tatters
Where does that leave you?
Disentitled
03. Shoulder Pads #1B
(Smith, ME/Smith, B)
5:03
All these fads
It's shoulder pads
On New Year's Dawn
To my surprise
All the Macca lads stayed at home
Picking antiques
Encloses
Cosy fleck with green bits
Main undercurrent, white spermatoze
My powers
Against them, half-useless
My senses
Alive have party
Was embarrassed but stuck with them
Walked, at shoulder, down the street, ridicule
They couldn't tell Lou Reed from Doug Yule
Suppressed hate romance
It was like being back at school
My powers before them resound
My powers heard language, two-time doom
Win populace, internal defeat
Their mob had a coup d'etat
Realize what they'd always wanted
Knew I was right all along
It wasn't then a Beatles song
Superhero in harlequin kecks
Dim-wit lecture, half read
Cursing black singers ten years dead
Was a clown in victim hat
Was shouldered and spurned
Then my powers did return
Hop on, lovers of fads
It's shoulder pads
Death knell now for pilsner lads
(...)
My powers! Gone!
My powers! Gone!
Said twisted chill, flashes pan
It's MES in shoulder pads
Look out! Lovers of fads
It's MES in shoulder pads
Big fit deal for lovers of fads
It's MES in shoulder pads
Get a line, bargain mind
Against a different clime
Holding ankles, rotten cads
It's MES in shoulder pads
And unless you want MES as your dad
Only got anchors, lovers of fads
It's MES in shoulder pads
MES in shoulder pads
MES in shoulder pads
It's MES in shoulder pads
MES in shoulder pads
MES in shoulder pads
It's MES in shoulder pads
(7" side 1: track 1; side 2: track 2)
(12" side 1: track 1; side 2: tracks 2,3)
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Credits
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Mark E Smith - vocals
Brix Smith - guitar, keyboards, vocals
Craig Scanlon - guitar
Steve Hanley - bass
Simon Rogers - bass, guitar, keyboards
Simon Wolstencroft - drums
Produced by: Ian Broudie (track 1); John Leckie (tracks 2-3)
Cover artwork: Suzanne Smith
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Recording info & notes
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Recorded at Abbey Road Studio, London mid 1986.
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