Fingertip Testing

Sitting in the garden eating
bread and horseradish sauce
sitting in the garden in my liberty bodice
sauce, sauce, sauce, saucy horse
sauce, sauce, saucy horse
oeuf de cheval, oeuf de cheval

My all time favourite. BN

This song established an unlikely connection between CA and a well-known radio DJ, who subjected us through much of the 80s and 90s to his awful radio and then TV programmes. A fan letter to this person came to us through somebody who worked for him for a while. It doesn't sound very ethical or kind, but this person was not of sound mind and we used some of the letter in the song, including the repeated line 'and what with the drone in my ears'. GG

If I remember correctly the same source provided an alternative working title for either this song or the album: "Press My Hungry Button" BN

Wonderful synth riff, made by plumbing the drum machine into the Korg, lots of footswitch action as well, if I remember correctly. Also fuzz guitar, twelve-string guitar, short fart organ bit and a Bowie bit. There may even be a kitchen sink. JP

This track is included on Press My Hungry Button.

Fingertip testing

Is this the first time, is this the last time
give me a penny and we'll do it again
is this the first time, is this the last time
well that colour it don't stain

Reality's just an index of pleasures
sing happy birthday to our new appliance
that quaint shire your innocence leaks from your eyes
and your new manifesto drips from your thighs
your heart is a plumb bob it swings as you dance
and it snaps as you flounder on somebody's lance
your body's my canvas your eyes the occasion
I'll muck out your stables and then teach you persuasion

What do you say shall we go to the bedroom
shall we go to the bathroom shall we go to the church
shall we go to the kitchen shall we go to the limit
for I've been fingertip testing as well
for they all ring the hungry bell

The large size of relief, the sweet smell of excess
and I've got your handle and you're under my press

Out-shout the thunder, outstare the sun
life's just an index of pleasures when you are young

Don't ask my meanings they're all obscene
the opposite sex is just a substitute for jelly and ice cream
here we go…
Get it up get it down
get it off get it on
get it in get it out
yeah in and out
till you just can't get it no more
yeah

[chorus]

I came, I came with you in mind my dear
I came, I came and what with the drone in my ears my dear
I came, I came and what with the drone in my ears my dear

Sitting in the garden eating bread and horseradish sauce
sitting in the garden in my liberty bodice
sauce, sauce, sauce, saucy horse
sauce, sauce, saucy horse
oeuf de cheval, oeuf de cheval
saddle my baby I've got to go
sympathy, sympathy and what of sympathy
locks and keys and people praying
and boys and girls and horses kissing
And what with the drone in my ears