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COMING UP Coming Up was without doubt the most enjoyable London Suede record to make.

Ive always thought of it as a second debut and in a very real sense it was, being effectively the first record by a new band. We just happened to have an old name. Keen to dispose of all of the dank, tortured neurosis of the previous album, we set about making what was to us our pop record, what Mat amusingly called our album to do your hair to. I think this somewhat belies the quality and depth of the material but the point was we were re-embracing the simple, teenage pleasure of the three-and-a-half minute song. Richard and Neil had joined and I remember feeling like a proper unit again; a hormonal, rowdy, leather-clad gang, wreathed in the smoke of too many Benson and Hedges and determined to re-engage with life. There were only a handful of people in the world who still really believed in The London Suede at the time and five of them were in the band. I suppose I was driven by a psychotic, almost evangelical zeal to prove the doubters wrong and even though there was a lot of work to do I could see the potential within this line up to create something wonderful. It was the summer of 1995 and I would wander round to Richards flat in Kensington Gardens Square and wed sit down on his sofa bed and write. There were a couple of things which came about through me just bringing along a very simple vocal line and slapping my hands on my knees to approximate a rhythm and hed improvise and intertwine a guitar part. Both She and Filmstar came about like this and straight away we knew we were onto something special. For some reason, Dave Stewart had said we could have free studio time at The Church studios in Crouch End so wed also demo there. One day, Simons cousin Neil turned up to borrow a suit. We were working on By The Sea at the time and it turned out he could play the piano. And so we became a five piece. The songs kept flowing. I had a tiny, box room studio in my flat in Chesterton Road which smelled of sweat and rubber in which Id spend hours smoking and writing and dreaming. One day Neil turned up with a wonderfully sticky little guitar piece called Tiswas which screamed with the violence and energy of youth and became the song Starcrazy. There were endless nights which faded into sunny mornings where me and Richard would sit by the gas fire in my flat listening to records, strumming and singing. After months of writing we still didnt feel like we had the definitive single to start the record. But one day Richard came up with a beautiful, elegant chord sequence which inspired me to write an anthem to the outsider, a paean to the prosaic. And so the song Trash was born, possibly my proudest moment ever as a lyricist. Still documenting the outsider but this time with a smile on its face, Trash suggested the demi-monde which the characters of the songs on Coming Up would inhabit, a world of pregnancy tests and cheap champagne, drum machines and cellophane; urgent, vibrant and real. Brett Anderson, 14th January 2011

ALTERNATE COMING UP Listening back to all this stuff makes me want to re-write history. If I could do it all again Id do it slightly differently: trash filmstar lazy by the sea she beautiful ones starcrazy this time europe is our playground picnic by the motorway saturday night

disc one coming up


NUDE 6CD, 2 September 1996

The London Suede: Singing Brett Anderson Guitars Richard Oakes Drums Simon Gilbert Electric Bass Mat Osman Keyboards Neil Codling Produced by Ed Buller for 140dB Engineered by Ed Buller and Gary Stout Mixed by Dave Bascombe and Ed Buller, except Saturday Night mixed by Ed Buller Recorded at Townhouse Studios and Master Rock Studio B-sides produced by Ed Buller, except as noted Strings arranged by Craig Armstong Cover by Nick Knight, Peter Saville and Brett Anderson Paintbox by Steve Seal Cover models Lee, Leah, Paula The London Suede photographed by Donald Christie Design by Howard Wakefield @ The Apartment With special thanks to everyone

trash 4.05
(anderson/oakes) Oh maybe maybe its the clothes we wear The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair Maybe its our kookiness Oh maybe maybe its our nowhere towns Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds Maybe its our looseness Were trash, you and me Were the litter on the breeze Were the lovers on the streets Just trash, me and you Its in everything we do its in everything we do Or maybe maybe its the things we say The words we heard and the music we play Maybe its our cheapness Oh maybe maybe its the times weve had The lazy days and the crazes and the fads Maybe its our sweetness Were trash, you and me Were the litter on the breeze Were the lovers on the streets Just trash, me and you Its in everything we do its in everything we do

filmstar 3.24
(anderson/oakes) Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car, it looks so easy Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car tonight Filmstar, giving it class, living it fast, it looks so easy Filmstar, giving it class, living it fast tonight What to believe in, its impossible to say What to believe in when they change your name wash your brain, play the game again, yeah, yeah, yeah Filmstar, elegance, a terylene shirt it looks so easy Filmstar, an elegant sir in a terylene shirt tonight Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car, it looks so easy Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car tonight What to believe in, its impossible to say What to believe in when they change your name wash your brain, play the game again yeah, yeah, yeah

lazy 3.17
(anderson) Here they come, with their make up on As lovely as the clouds come and see them Boys and girls and their mums and their words And their romances and jobs and their sons Barking mad kids, lonely dads Who drug it up to give it some meaning From the raves and the council estates Theyre reminding us theres things to be done But you and me, all we want to be is lazy You and me, so lazy Here they come, gone 7 am getting satellites and sky getting cables Bills and Bens and their mums and their friends Who just really really want to be loved Uncle Teds and their legendary vests Helping out around the disabled From the flats and the maisonettes Theyre reminding us theres things to be done But you and me, all we want to be is lazy You and me, so lazy Its you and me, its you and me, you and me

by the sea 4.17 (anderson) She can walk out anytime, anytime she wants to walk out, thats fine She can walk out anytime, anytime she feels that life has passed her by And when I start my new life I wont touch the ground Im gonna try hard this time not to touch the ground He can walk out anytime, anytime he wants to walk out, thats fine He can walk out anytime, across the sand, into the sea, into the brine And when I start my new life I wont touch the ground Im gonna try hard this time not to touch the ground So we sold the car and quit the job and shook some hands and wiped the make-up right off And we said our good-byes to the bank left Seven Sisters for a room in a seaside shack And when I start my new life I wont touch the ground Im gonna try hard this time not to touch the ground ...its by the sea well breed ...into the sea well bleed... she 3.38 (anderson/oakes) She, walking like a killer She, another night another pillow Nowhere places, nowhere faces, no one wants to see No education, its the arse of the nation She is bad, she is bored, she is bony, she is... She, sh-shaking up the karma She, injecting marijuana Nowhere places, nowhere faces, no one wants to see No education its the arse of the nation She is bad, she is bored, she is bony, she is... she... Nowhere faces, nowhere places, no one wants to be No stimulation in this privatisation She is bad, she is bored, she is bony, she is she beautiful ones 3.50 (anderson/oakes) High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine Shaking their bits to the hits Drag acts, drug acts, suicides, in your dads suite you hide Staining his name again Cracked up, stacked up, 22, psycho for sex and glue Lost it to Bostik, yeah Shaved heads, rave heads, on the pill, got too much time to kill Get into bands and gangs Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones Loved up, doved up, hung around, stoned in a lonely town Shaking their meat to the beat High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine Shaking their bits to the hits Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones You dont think about it You dont do without it Because youre beautiful And if your babys going crazy Thats how you made me La, la, la, la...

starcrazy 3.33
(anderson/codling) Shes star, starcrazy, electric-shock-bog-brush-hair Flat on her back in the 80s, in the 90s going nowhere Star, starcrazy, got a kicking transistor inside A heavy metal stutter that brains me and an electric love in her eyes Oh, she dont want education She got nothing to say She got no imagination (so they say) Why does she feel this way? Cos shes star, starcrazy, getting stupid on the streets tonight and shaking like a mechanical thing with an electric love in her eyes

picnic by the motorway 4.45


(anderson/oakes) Im so sorry to hear about the news Dont you worry Ill buy us a bottle and well drink in the petrol fumes Im so sorry to hear about your world Dont you worry Theres a gap in the fence down by the nature reserve Hey, such a lovely day, such a lovely day Such fun, looking at the lovers in a lay-by with my little one Im so sorry to hear the news today Dont you worry Theres been a speeding disaster so well go well go to the motorway Im so sorry to hear about the scene Dont you worry Just put on your trainers and get out of it with me Hey, such a lovely day, such a lovely day Such fun, looking at the lorries in the litter with my little one Hey, such a lovely day, such a lovely day Such fun, looking at the lorries in the litter with my lovely one We could go dancing, we could go walking We could go shopping, we could keep talking We could go drinking, we could sit thinking We could go speeding, or we could go dreaming, see? oh hey...

saturday night 4.32


(anderson/oakes) Today, shes been working, shes been talking, shes been smoking, but itll be alright Cos tonight well go dancing, well go laughing, well get car sick And itll be okay like everyone says, itll be alright and ever so nice Were going out tonight, out and about tonight Oh, whatever makes her happy on a Saturday night Oh, whatever makes her happy, whatever makes it alright Today, shes been sat there, sat there in a black chair, office furniture, but itll be alright Cos tonight well go drinking well do silly things, and never let the winter in And itll be okay like everyone says, itll be alright and ever so nice Were going out tonight, out and about tonight Oh, whatever makes her happy on a Saturday night Oh, whatever makes her happy, whatever makes it alright Well go to peepshows and freak shows Well go to discos, casinos Well go where people go and let go Oh whatever makes her happy

the chemistry between us 7.04


(anderson/codling) And maybe were just kids whove grown, and maybe not And maybe when were on our own, we dont have much But oh, we are young and not tired of it Oh, we are young and easily lead Oh, with all the kids getting out of their heads Oh, Class A, Class B, is that the only chemistry? Oh, Class A, Class B, is that the only chemistry between us? And maybe maybe were just Streatham trash, and maybe not And maybe were just capital flash in a stupid love But oh, we are young and not tired of it Oh, we are young and easily lead Oh, with all the kids getting out of their heads Oh, Class A, Class B, is that the only chemistry? Oh, Class A, Class B, is that the only chemistry between us?

demos
she [greenhouse demo] 2.46
(anderson/oakes)

lazy [greenhouse demo] 3.12


(anderson)

dead leg (beautiful ones) [four track demo] 3.13


(anderson/oakes)

filmstar [church demo] 2.36


(anderson/oakes)

pisspot (trash) [four track demo] 5.00


(anderson/oakes)

ballad idea (saturday night) [church demo] 3.46


(anderson/oakes) originally released as a b-side of saturday night

tiswas (starcrazy) [four track demo] 3.18


(anderson/codling)

the b-sides
asda town 3.05
(anderson) originally released as a b-side of the wild ones Sunday, Monday we lie around But its not easy Someday, one day Well get Sky and move away And like the birds well fly tomorrow Obscene machines that glide away And like the birds well fly tomorrow And like the birds well fly From your Asda Town Never coming down Cos theyre take, taking it away Sunday, Monday we lie in bed But its not easy Someday, one day well cash the cheques and drive away

together 4.32 (anderson/oakes) originally released as a double a-side with new generation She was standing smoking counting stolen change Dont someone have the guts to complain? Said superman, Im a big fan Lets get something straight Well you dont have the guts to complain Now your sons coming out to play Your sons coming out to play When youre on your own Standing by the phone We should get together Got a supermarket stance Just taking it hand-in-hand We should get together Just think of the life youll save Not stuck in your early grave We should get together I saw you standing smoking counting stolen change But I dont have the guts to complain Well I picked you up, got mixed up with you, thats OK Cos now Ive got the guts to complain And now your sons coming out to play Your sons coming out to play When youre on your own Standing by the phone We should get together Got a supermarket stance Just taking it hand-in-hand We should get together Just think of the life youll save Not stuck in your early grave We should get together bentswood boys 3.16 (anderson/oakes) originally released as a b-side of new generation When youre high on diesel nightly And the traffic starts to roll You smoke a cigarette and watch the black girls In a white boys world Anything is possible for the Bentswood boys Where the karma comes with the kids and the cat food You see Tina push the pram Cos she was on her back in his estate car And in the back of his van Anything is possible for the Bentswood boys For the Bentswood boys (things are happening) For the Bentswood boys (mmm...tell it like it is!) Dont take me down, dont take me down Dont take me down south
All songs published by Universal Music Publishing Ltd, except Starcrazy and The Chemistry Between Us published by Universal Music Publishing Ltd/Sony Music Publishing (UK) Ltd.

disc two the b-sides


europe is our playground [original version] 4.37 (anderson/osman) originally released as a b-side of trash Run with me baby, let your hair down Through every station, through every town Run with me baby, lets take a chance From Heathrow to Hounslow, from the Eastern Bloc to France Europe is our playground, London is our town So run with me baby now Run with me baby, let your hair down Through every station, through every town Run with me baby, lets make a stand From peepshows to disco, from Spain to Camber Sands have you ever been this low? 3.53
(anderson/oakes) originally released as a b-side of trash Have you ever been this low? The taxis take you where you wanna go Broken windows, endless television shows I havent ever been so low I am the one, I sing the song My lights are on but theres nobody home So much happening today A thousand people come and go and stay and fade away They draw the blinds and watch the show Have you ever been so low?

another no one 3.50


(anderson) originally released as a b-side of trash She takes the blame, takes the pain but the world smiles Cos outside is just a taxi ride to drive away So she packs her bag, calls a cab and the world smiles And inside well she feels all right and turns to say: Yes its the end, the final showdown Yes its the end of our small love Youll have to find another no one to take the shit like I have Well I guess this is the end, I guess this is the end. She feels the sun, phones her mum and the world smiles Cos outside in the morning light its another day So she packs her bag, smokes a fag and the world smiles Cos inside well she feels all right, and turns to say:

every monday morning comes 4.26 (anderson/oakes) originally released as a b-side of trash Oh when you and I Watch the planes go by Silver in the sky We do whatever we like Oh when you and me See the birds and the sea The people on the streets We do whatever we please But every Monday morning comes Every Monday morning, yeah, yeah Oh every Monday morning comes Every Monday morning, yeah Oh when you and I Watch the London sky The traffic rolling by We do whatever we like So we chase the day away And feel the morning rain Piss our money down the drain And do whatever they say sound of the streets 4.59
(anderson) originally released as a b-side of beautiful ones She walks the streets of summer Inside her theres no future She walks the streets to pass the time The cash machines are laughing At plastic people passing She walks the streets to pass the time Sadie, Sadie hear the sound of the streets Insane as anything, ah Sadie, Sadie knows the sound of the streets Its insane as anything, ah She sees the midnight taxis The toilets and the backstreets She feels the wheels and needs a line Outside theres crazy parties Theres painted faces laughing So many ways to pass the time She walks the streets of summer Inside her theres no future She walks the streets to pass the time Inside she feels like winter For the child that died within her She walks the streets to pass the time

young men 4.34


(anderson/oakes) originally released as a b-side of beautiful ones Tony only reads Asian babes Dannys doing Doves on down the raves Terry drinks his money away Oh God, and his sons play drums all day On the scene, on the dole, in your eyes, in your soul The young men You are the ones, are the scene, are the sons, are the young men Young men, here we, here we go again Les says punk isnt dead Mick is not impeccably bred Paul he just cant get out of bed Oh God, and Phils still off his head On the scene, on the dole, in your eyes, in your soul The young men You are the ones, are the system, are the sons, are the young men Young men, here we, here we go again Cheating on the wives, all shiny suits and lazy lies, the young men Insulting everyone, picked up your sister, kicked your son, the young men Fighting in the clubs, flash on the streets, cash in the pubs, the young men Boozing on the train, P45s and cheap champagne the young men

sam 3.35
(anderson) originally released as a b-side of beautiful ones You live on Lancaster Road And youve got a computer And you go when the librarys closed And sit and think of the future Oh, oh, oh, Sam, oh, oh, oh, Sam Oh, oh, oh, Sam, Youre my main man Youve got a mum by the name of Anne And she has got a daughter And your brother Simon, well sometimes he gets out of hand But he looks like John Travolta You drink tea in a cafe close to me And sit and read the headlines You dont seem to mind if the social is too unkind Or if youre near the bread line

money 4.04 (anderson/oakes) originally released as a b-side of beautiful ones


You thought youd come and amaze me honey You thought youd come on and amaze me with your money You thought youd come and amaze me honey Get flash, get cash, get phoney You thought youd come and amaze me honey You thought youd come on and amaze me with your money You thought youd come and amaze me honey Get rich, get stitched, get lonely So come and amaze me, so come and amaze me It takes everyone, every son, every dad and every mum Some find a one and a one turns them on, its money You thought youd come and amaze me honey You thought youd come on and amaze me with your money You thought youd come and amaze me honey Get wheels, get heels, get sloaney You thought youd come and amaze me honey You thought youd come on and amaze me with your money You thought youd come and amaze me honey Get fucked, pissed up, get loaded So come and amaze me, so come and amaze me It takes everyone, every son, every dad and every mum Some find a one and a one turns them on, its money

jumble sale mums 4.14


(anderson/oakes) originally released as a b-side of saturday night Oh jumble sale mums, what are they on? Kids walk round like theyre half asleep And theyve got somebody elses clothes on Jumble sale dads, boil in the bag Says something that I cant repeat, and he swears Oh this aint the highlife, this aint the highlife This aint the highlife, this aint the highlife Oh jumble sale mums, what are they on? Kids just sit hanging round the street And theyve got somebody elses clothes on Jumble sale dads, now shes packed her bags He does some things that I cant repeat, and he swears

this time 5.44


(anderson/oakes) originally released as a b-side of saturday night Oh, day after day, every morning The city sighs and cars collide Oh we take the train through the winter hinterland and garage bands And we wash it away, we wash it away this grey, wash it away Oh, cos this time is yours and mine Oh hear the city sound, see the lonely crowds This scene is you and me Oh in the lazy sun, were the only ones Oh, day after day every morning The roundabouts will take us south Past every train in every station Traffic signs and circle lines This time is yours and mine Oh, were the city sounds, were the underground This scene is you and me Oh, were the lazy suns, were the only ones

these are the sad songs 6.20 (anderson/oakes) produced by bruce lampcov originally released as a b-side of lazy Lay Lady Lay and Band Of Gold A Day In The Life, and Dream Of Sheep Seasong and Vincent and Death Disco Listen to the music in your sleep These are the sad songs, the broken words These are the sad songs, the lies youve heard These are the good times you keep inside These are the good things that you can have if you try Venus in Furs and An Occasional Dream Sign O The Times and Bill Is Dead And Lazyitis and Big Louise Listen to the music in your head feel 5.03 (anderson/codling/oakes/osman/gilbert) produced by bruce lampcov originally released as a b-side of lazy Flying all night Can feel alright Feel... sadie 5.24 (anderson/oakes) produced by bruce lampcov originally released as a b-side of lazy Inside her is the suburbs, in the sodium lights and the streets In the parked cars and the pretty parks, and in every lonely disease In the new loves under covers, in the cold touch of the right In the dead flowers and the silent hours In the nightclubs and the fights Cold, cold as the night, high as the trees, slow as you like Oh you know shes cold, cold as the night High as the trees, slow as you like... Sadie Inside her is the suburbs, in the old front room in the rain In all the bad days and the music that plays In the bored kids and their games In the new loves under covers, and all the young mums And their worlds Who are left at home when all the kids have grown watching the pretty young girls Oh and Ive got to take it, and Ive got to fake it And Ive got to use her, and Ive got to choose her And Ive got to feel it, and Ive got to steal it And Ive got to be... Sadie

wsd 4.38
(anderson) originally released as a b-side of saturday night Dressed as a cowboy on top of a hill its sadder than it probably sounds He gets lovely the more hes ill, dont OD on him now Dressed as a woman with horrible hair and singing to the birds in town Who goes walking through traffic out there, dont OD on her now Oh, is it true what they say about you? Oh, is it true what they say about you two? Married to me is a hungry son who wants to push me from the 2nd floor Were so disco we cant get on in this world anymore Dressed as a cowboy in a permanent gag its sadder than it probably sounds So fucking what if hes licking the bag, dont OD on him now

graffiti women 4.49


(anderson) produced by ian caple originally released as a b-side of filmstar Graffiti women draw pictures on the wall Graffiti slogans and situations scrawled Just made up people who wonder through your brain Graffiti people got nothing, got no name And you sleep but theyll find you And theyll carve their number in your mind And theyll steal what they want from who they want from time to time Graffiti women swap stories in the park Graffiti women take photos after dark In permanent people who wonder through the day Graffiti people got nothing, got no name

Project co-ordination Val Jennings, Brett Anderson, Vanessa Sanders Physical package Jools at ED&P Ltd Mastering Chris Potter assisted by Phil Vernolt at Electric Mastering Photos Simon Gilbert Polaroids Mike Christie Special thanks Richard Oakes, Neil Codling, Simon Gilbert, Ian Grenfell, Didz Hammond, Dave Akerman Deluxe Editions on the Edsel label: Suede Dog Man Star Coming Up Head Music A New Morning www.suede.co.uk Visit www.demonmusicgroup.co.uk for the Edsel catalogue and the many other fine labels that make up the Demon Music Group.

duchess 3.49 (anderson/codling) produced by ian caple originally released as a b-side of filmstar Youve had your fun, your moneys gone Youre only friend is the telephone Oh duchess, now youre one of us You stay at home and lights the light They make you smile in the empty night Oh duchess, now youre one of us Well she knows Latinos and she knows Mexicans And she sits alone by the telephone But they wont call back again You count the pounds and cut your hair Wont someone send you a millionaire? Oh duchess, now youre one of us No friends to see, no car to drive Youd go to bars but youre much too shy Oh duchess, now youre one of us Well she knows Latinos and she knows Mexicans And she sits alone over 13 stone And they wont come back again She knows Latinos and she knows Mexicans But now things are tough and theyve had enough And they wont come back again Youve had your fun your moneys gone You spend all day by the telephone

extra track
motown [previously unreleased rehearsal room recording] 4.41
(anderson/codling) All songs published by Universal Music Publishing Ltd, except Feel published by Universal Music Publishing Ltd/Sony Music Publishing (UK) Ltd/Bug Music UK Ltd, and Duchess and Motown published by Universal Music Publishing Ltd/Sony Music Publishing (UK) Ltd.