Nevilluxury – strings & utterings
Brian Bond – vocals & keyholes
Jimmy Giro – bass
Liquid Les – drums & pub
Red Helmet – guitar
Songs – Luxury/Bond
Front pic – Peter Dixon
Photos – Ric Walton
Artwork – Final Solution
A Punilux Production
Puppet Life
About Album
Single Cover Story
We met Pete Dixon at his workplace at the Gateshead Post down the road from Walker Terrace . Rob Meek introduced us to Pete who was very helpful and after after a chat about our ideas he came up with the memorable Puppet Life cover . He helped with the back of the covers with photos taken by Rick Walton .
Artist:
Punishment Of Luxury
Label:
Small Wonder Records
Release Date:
7-7-1978
People:
Red Helmet, Nevilluxury, Liquid Les, Brian Bond, Jimmy Giro
Available Lyrics
Puppet Life
Wires stick through my soul, my actions are controlled
Turning me from free man to puppet life suspended,
in puppet life
Your demands are my role, lost in space and time
I crawl for you
Once I had my own mind but in your sewer I was blinded
Wallowing around like an albino crocodile, in puppet life
I used to laugh an make the sun shine
But then you come and made me freeze
I haven't had a friend for such a long time
Once my world was wild but clear
No-one over me to watch an overhear
Now I have only dreams to sell
I'm going cheap at the gates of hell, at the gates Of
hell, hell
Our bodies can take no more
The fascist always ends up on the floor
Our day will come we pray, I'll be OK when I've
Been mended, mended
But until then I will be swinging on your rope, with no
hope
All I have, all I know are puppets.
Turning me from free man to puppet life suspended,
in puppet life
Your demands are my role, lost in space and time
I crawl for you
Once I had my own mind but in your sewer I was blinded
Wallowing around like an albino crocodile, in puppet life
I used to laugh an make the sun shine
But then you come and made me freeze
I haven't had a friend for such a long time
Once my world was wild but clear
No-one over me to watch an overhear
Now I have only dreams to sell
I'm going cheap at the gates of hell, at the gates Of
hell, hell
Our bodies can take no more
The fascist always ends up on the floor
Our day will come we pray, I'll be OK when I've
Been mended, mended
But until then I will be swinging on your rope, with no
hope
All I have, all I know are puppets.