| Song | Snapshot Memories |
| Artist | Just Jack |
| Album | The Outer Marker |
| 作曲 : Allsopp | |
| [Part I]Well | |
| I'm a secret lemonade drinker a free thinker | |
| I stay focused but not blinkered | |
| And these snapshot memories in my mind | |
| Legacies from another time | |
| And I find | |
| That as the days pass the colours fade | |
| But the images remain[Part II] | |
| Grazed knees, page three's | |
| BMX, Atari's | |
| Dayglo, Velcro | |
| Yoyo's, Beano's | |
| Hip hop, don't stop | |
| Starwars figures, football stickers | |
| Cola bottles, | |
| Jerry Cottles | |
| Fat laces, dirty faces | |
| Kiss chases, | |
| Wacky Races | |
| Herbie Hancock, | |
| Kurtis Blow | |
| Roxanne Shanté, | |
| UFOHip hop | |
| Don't stop[Part III] | |
| Everything's in slow motion | |
| Hands in the air | |
| Sweat flying everywhere | |
| But we don't care | |
| Well you could try to fight the feeling | |
| But I can't see the use | |
| There's so much love in this room | |
| And yes its all drug induced | |
| Can't remember who | |
| I amOr what | |
| I'm doing here | |
| But at the same time | |
| In my mind | |
| Everything is clear | |
| No fear and no drama | |
| It's all good karma | |
| And I never can forget | |
| The night before the morning after[CHORUS] | |
| Sun up to sun down | |
| Come up to come down | |
| Just waiting for | |
| Friday to come around | |
| Sun rise to sun set | |
| How high can we get | |
| Monday morning and none of us have slept yet | |
| Well there's more to life than this | |
| Of that I'm fully aware | |
| But there's nothing more intense | |
| Than crazy nights we shared | |
| We got bass for the body | |
| Chemicals for the head | |
| Every day lives | |
| Were like a skin we shed | |
| Well you could try to fight the feeling | |
| But I can't see the use | |
| There's so much love in this room | |
| Of that we're living proof | |
| You could try to fight the feeling | |
| But I can't see the use | |
| It's a shame that in the end | |
| It was all drug induced[CHORUS x2][Part IV] | |
| Even as I watch you | |
| All the rest seems to disappear | |
| You pull me in with your tractor beams | |
| And wrap me up in your wicked schemes | |
| My Sunday morning eyes observe | |
| Your Cadbury's skin uncurve | |
| And in tronic patterned | |
| Venetian light | |
| You moonwalk to the bathroom | |
| Well you move across my space without friction | |
| You're so unbelievable you must be fiction | |
| Or perhaps a premonition | |
| But as I listen | |
| I hear your footfall softly | |
| And all my troubles fall away from me | |
| So easilyBut so slowly[Part V] | |
| All these memories in my mind | |
| I'm still a secret lemonade drinker |
| zuò qǔ : Allsopp | |
| Part I Well | |
| I' m a secret lemonade drinker a free thinker | |
| I stay focused but not blinkered | |
| And these snapshot memories in my mind | |
| Legacies from another time | |
| And I find | |
| That as the days pass the colours fade | |
| But the images remain Part II | |
| Grazed knees, page three' s | |
| BMX, Atari' s | |
| Dayglo, Velcro | |
| Yoyo' s, Beano' s | |
| Hip hop, don' t stop | |
| Starwars figures, football stickers | |
| Cola bottles, | |
| Jerry Cottles | |
| Fat laces, dirty faces | |
| Kiss chases, | |
| Wacky Races | |
| Herbie Hancock, | |
| Kurtis Blow | |
| Roxanne Shanté, | |
| UFOHip hop | |
| Don' t stop Part III | |
| Everything' s in slow motion | |
| Hands in the air | |
| Sweat flying everywhere | |
| But we don' t care | |
| Well you could try to fight the feeling | |
| But I can' t see the use | |
| There' s so much love in this room | |
| And yes its all drug induced | |
| Can' t remember who | |
| I amOr what | |
| I' m doing here | |
| But at the same time | |
| In my mind | |
| Everything is clear | |
| No fear and no drama | |
| It' s all good karma | |
| And I never can forget | |
| The night before the morning after CHORUS | |
| Sun up to sun down | |
| Come up to come down | |
| Just waiting for | |
| Friday to come around | |
| Sun rise to sun set | |
| How high can we get | |
| Monday morning and none of us have slept yet | |
| Well there' s more to life than this | |
| Of that I' m fully aware | |
| But there' s nothing more intense | |
| Than crazy nights we shared | |
| We got bass for the body | |
| Chemicals for the head | |
| Every day lives | |
| Were like a skin we shed | |
| Well you could try to fight the feeling | |
| But I can' t see the use | |
| There' s so much love in this room | |
| Of that we' re living proof | |
| You could try to fight the feeling | |
| But I can' t see the use | |
| It' s a shame that in the end | |
| It was all drug induced CHORUS x2 Part IV | |
| Even as I watch you | |
| All the rest seems to disappear | |
| You pull me in with your tractor beams | |
| And wrap me up in your wicked schemes | |
| My Sunday morning eyes observe | |
| Your Cadbury' s skin uncurve | |
| And in tronic patterned | |
| Venetian light | |
| You moonwalk to the bathroom | |
| Well you move across my space without friction | |
| You' re so unbelievable you must be fiction | |
| Or perhaps a premonition | |
| But as I listen | |
| I hear your footfall softly | |
| And all my troubles fall away from me | |
| So easilyBut so slowly Part V | |
| All these memories in my mind | |
| I' m still a secret lemonade drinker |