No Limit (To How Far You Can Go)

Written on on Teesside - I was working some songs out with fellow student Steve Gillgallon and need a new song. Opening the Observer supplement I saw a full page ad for an American credit card which showed an executive on a Jet, handing his credit card to the hostess with a caption to the effect of "There's limit to how far yu can go with the particular credit card being advertised. It was asking to have the rise taken out of it. The first audio has me on acoustic and vocals and Steve Gillgallon on acoustic lead. A later 1984 version has Steve also on bass guitar as well as lead. I had also developed words for the bridge in which the protagonist gets his cum-uppance!!

NO LIMIT (TO HOW FAR YOU CAN GO) by Trev Teasdel Feb 81

I met her on the Trans-Atlantic jet from New York

She was playing hostess to business diplomats.

She said "where do you come from?" I said "Mexico "

She said "There's no limit, to how far you can go,

Absolutely no limit to how far you can go "

 

I pulled out my credit card, a smile hit her lips

She had a spare folder, the card it did fit.

The plane it took off, flying high in the sky.

She said "There's no limit, to how high you can fly,

Absolutely no limit to how high you can fly"

 

BRIDGE 

And then she walked in, wearing only her body.

She led him down the corridor and into the cock-pit.

Then she opened her folder, his eyes they bulged

And as she slid his card inside, she discovered

His credit limit had been exceeded.

 

And after we landed, with ground 'neath out feet

She followed my down the steps and into the street.

I said "Why do you follow?" She said "don't you know"

I said "There's a limit, to how far we can go,

And this is the limit to how far we can go"

 

Feb 1981 Middlesbrough