A song from Frankie Armstrong, of which (sorry, Gargoyle) I have absolutely no details, and which I assume is called Nothing Between Us (lyrics below).

Also, No Half Measures by Alistair Hulett,which to quote from the songbook The Song Goes On, edited by Lynne Tracey, was "written after reading one woman's account of life with an alcoholic husband. What was most moving about this woman's story was the absence of judgement or bitterness, just sorrowat the useless waste of an intelligent mind"

And for all you closet punk rockers out there, a song (and I use the term very loosely) called The Boiler by Rhoda with The Special A.K.A featuring Nicky Summers. This piece is quite harrowing listening and is about the rape of a girl, and finishes with about 5 minutes of primordial screaming by "Rhoda".

Allan

NOT MUCH BETWEEN US

I was walking along some side street down in Brockley (?)
when I heard a woman singing something softly.
She was thinking aboutthe husband she'd done without
since the day he went away and then he never came back.
Singing to him she was a little too late because
the last thing he'd ever done was leave her flat.
These are the words she sang , I can hear them now.

Can't hardly believe you ever really loved me, did ya'.
Though your mates all said you swore you'd have me, didn't ya'.
Well, you had me too, and I loved you,
thought you was happy with me.
Didn't we get married, and didn't I carry
those two kids we had, you give me.
We made them between us,
is there nothing between us now?

Not much between us that Saturday night I met you,
'ceptin' the girl come with you, you soon had to ditch her.
Never said much, you and me, never had to,
we done alright without it.
'Cos I fancied you, and you fancied me
that's all there was about it.
Atre them days all over,
no, never there between us now.

Nothing between us, that first night we slept together.
Naked and aching to be one another's lovers forever.
If you'd been honest you wouldn't have promised,
now there's a new head on your pillow.
She don't know you yet, the way I do,
times she does it will likely kill her.
Your girl comes between us,
is that nothing between us now?

Not much love lost between us, precious little left like.
We ain't together no more, but the wounds will never heal, like.
'Cos there's been things said and there's been things done,
perhaps you could have hit me harder.
Now there's an empty half of bed, and your clothes are gone
and two kids without a father.
Yet you write me a letter saying
there's not much between us now.

So you walked out the door for good an' all then, ain't ya'.
Left your wife and your past and your kids and their future behind ya'
Now one week in four your cheque comes through the door,
it's the least you can get away with.
Rolled up so small, can't hardly see it at all,
are we just things you play with?
Hating and hurting,
that's whats between us now.

Was it the kids come between us, didn't half make you jelous?
I really believed you'd rather I'd been out with other fellas.
But it was you who was off to a new job up north,
where you met and fell in love with someone.
You been two years gone, I.ve had to soldier on,
but I'm learning to be me own woman.
But how can you tell
there's nothing between us now?

Oh, how can you tell me
there's nothing between us now?