cold shoulder  
    (Difford/Tilbrook)  
      My head was stuck in the cat flap on the door 
      Where I could see her walking on the kitchen floor 
      Down on my knees 
      Just like a dog 
      Begging for scraps that she said she hadn't got 

      She took her pen she poked me in the eye 
      As through the lock I looked to see my world inside 
      I kicked and swore 
      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 laid the plans where we built our bridge 
      To a better life 
      Cold shoulder 

      I had been chased by a hairbrush that she threw 
      Life was blurred when the hand of fate came into view 
      It smacked my face 
      I was released 
      I came back home where life became a feast 

      Cold shoulder 
      Like a slaughtered cow in a butcher's fridge 
      Cold shoulder 
      She had laid the plans where we built our bridge 
      To a better life 
      Cold shoulder 
      Then I fell over 
      Into a bush

      (c) 1993 EMI Virgin Music Ltd.

  • Chords
  • FROM THE ALBUM: Some Fantastic Place, and originally slated to be the fourth single from that album before being bumped in favour of "It's Over".
  • COMPILATIONS: Excess Moderation.
  • LIVE VERSIONS: "Electric Trains" CD single #2.
  • From the Excess Moderation sleevenotes. Glenn: A tune that started out very complicated, we chipped and chipped away at it until we had this model of simplicity. Chris' lyric is top-notch. Chris: I wrote this sitting in a pew at St. Margaret's church in Rye one Monday night, the rain fell outside and the music played in my head from a backing track Glenn provided that day. The vocal on this track has everything a lyric could want - passion, sympathy, and understanding.