"...now tell me where is clare at?"

ripped from the fatbwoi song book (april 2004)

...i have no idea who clare is. rather worryingly if it he/she/it that's not in the cupboard... then where the hell are they?!? its not like there's much space to hide anyone/thing in my flat, so surely i'd of tripped over clare by now...

who knows?! let i never be said that it makes too much sense (i've heard that before somewhere)...

i have a recording of it, its quite upbeat and not to bad for the time (all things considered), i just remember at the time i was still working on my range and less confident singing the high bits, i therefore wanted a female backing on the chorus... maybe one day eh?! 

clare

its not lost in the meaning

the rhyme it might be bleeding

a lot like desperation

but i think i should be feeling

you, or something abstract

roger - did you catch that

this is non-negotiation

now tell me where is clare at?

and i look, i search, i don't find... and i look, i search, i don't find

a freeze on information

just another nervous patient

who cares what i know?

just switch it to another station

where there's something different...

its not like i'm gone listen

'cos real time is money and i'm racked with indecision

and i look, i search, i don't find... and i look, i search, i don't find

the tenses drove me crazy

yet the grammar didn't phase me

slow retaliation - but the people are so friendly

but you, you're something out there...

well you must be somewhere

my cupboard's empty and there's a strange smell in the air

and i look, i search, i don't find... and i look, i search, i don't find