(taped narrative):
Awake at 5am
Mr Hughes was right in retrospect
He knew the climate
I was a farm hand in Ross County
Then he came
The Hurricane
(MES):
This cleanliness won't take your brass
Mr Greaves was right in retrospect
He knew this climate
I'm not an ordinary guy
Am I?
I held yellow thick ropes
So died before him
I was a farm hand
Then came
Hurricane
Then came
Hurricane
Asleep at twelve thirty
In cosy cots
I get up early
I plough the land
Then came
Hurricane
My ears are rushed
My ears are rushed
There are characters in my brain
Hurricane rushed
Come at will
(jeers)
(Tommy):
I was always awake from 5 am
Mr Hughes was right in retrospect
He knew this climate
Ross County town
Bank is closed
Then come
I come and stand at every door
But no-one hears my silent plea
I knock and yet remain unseen
For I am dead for I am dead
I need no fruit nor even rice
I need no meat nor even bread
And I need nothing for myself
When children die they do not grow
I woke one day to ash in light
My eyes grew dim my eyes grew bright
Death came and turned my bones to dust
And scattered swirling in the wind
I need no fruit nor even spice
I need no sweet or even bread
And I need nothing for myself
Entrances uncovered
Street signs you never saw
Entrances delivered
Courtesy winter
Entrances uncovered
Street signs you never saw
You've got Manny in the library
Working off a hangover 3.30
You get the spleen at 3.15
But it's 3.30
The mad kid walked the left side, towards me.
His mother was a cleaning lady. She had a large black dog.
And this day, on the road, the mad kid said to his mother
"Give me the lead, give me the lead, give me the lead!"
I just walked past the alcoholics dry-out unit and the can on the
lawn, was littered with cans of barbican. That's an alcohol-free
lager. Well, anyway, there was a feminist Austin maxi parked
outside, with anti-nicotine anti-nuclear crap on the side.
Well anyway, I digress. The mad kid, two days before, had said
to me, "Look boy, I'll take both of you on, I'll take both of you
on." He had just got back from the backwards kids' party. He
had a black duffle-coat, and a black party archbishop's hat
with three bars for a skull-and-crossbones. And this day he
looked like the victim of a pogrom.
Entrances uncovered
Street signs you never saw
Entrances delivered
Courtesy winter
Courtesy winter
Please take this medallion
Please wear this medallion
There's no sign of a cross here
Grab your coat and put it on
Courtesy winter
Courtesy winter
Two white birds cross the sky
Look like krakens at stork times
That little......makes me tremble
Ah! Courtesy winter
The mad kid had 4.75 lights.
And the sign of genius is 4 lights.
Now most of us have 3 lights.
Except some slates who have 2 lights.
And there's one exception,
There's 1 light.
And that is the science law.
Courtesy winter
Courtesy winter
Got it all wrong for me
And it's a fallacy
and it does not stand up
It is the one science law
And is the statement of greats
Winter
Courtesy winter
Entrances uncovered
Street sighs you never saw
All entrances delivered
Courtesy winter
[Replaces Mother-Sisterand Industrial Estate on the U.S. version of the LP]
Alright we're going to go back
to 1940
No money
And I live in Berlin
I think I'll join up
Become a camp guard
No war for me
An old Jew's face dripping red
I hate the prisoners
I hate the officers
There's no fight
I think I'll join,
The red rose,
Leave Belsen
I'll go to Switzerland
A human resistor
Don't think, ask him
Present :
I don't like them
said Ian
in his black-out threats
I think I'll drop out
Become a no-man
And live my rules
But I'm the sort that gets
out of the bath with a dirty face
Everyone I meet's the same now
No brains or thought
A good case for the systems we like - we get
Human race
Various times
Don't think, ask him
Future:
1980
Black windows
And smokey holes
My head is full of lead
And the beer is so weak
Since they got rid of time around here
Dr. Doom fresh from Salem
And the witch trials
The Lathe of Heaven
Time mistaken
Three places at once
Human race
Don't think, ask him
Ask him
Ask him
I'm a Mummy
I scare people
Look what happens when I walk up to somebody
I'm a Mummy
I was born one thousand nine hundred and fifty nine years ago
Look what happens when I walk up to somebody
I don't try to scare people
I really came back to meet Paul McCartney
But people run from me
Watch what happens when I walk up to somebody
I wish there was someone somewhere that wasn't scared of me
I'm a Mummy
Hide quick a Mummy
Watch what happens when I walk up to somebody
Aaaah!
I don't try to scare people
But look what happens when I walk up to somebody
I'm a Mummy
Skinny Mummy
You don't scare me
What's happening here?
You're not mad enough
Skinny Mummy
I'm a fifth element
My daddy was a mummy too
They were born one thousand and sixty six nine hundred years ago
But look what happens when I walk up to somebody
Mercy
I'm outta here
Night though I do not sleep
I dream of the park up the road
I open the bushes, a couple of lovers
Trying to be [lust-rockers]
And although my spouse is in the other room
I think we can do it here
Yes, uh, and she makes me pay
For every [girl and dussel of hat]
Anyway here, quiet here
You thought it'd be great
You thought it'd be great
But a good mind does not a good fuck make
I take you to the park up the road
But here is the rain
Rain makes policemen no threat
Turns cars into little specks
Muffles the shouts of your neighbour
And we will have sex here
Here, here
Couch, shagged out
There's no hard-ons
It's just come and it's gone
I'm becoming everything I used to hate
But I can't go back there
Not back there, I can't go back there
Not back to the park
The brown monk ghost'll catch us
And make us lust-rockers
Make us wear huckleberry masks and, uh, huckleberry masks
You sing you don't believe in [couples]
But I can't believe that
Especially the crap about the huckleberry masks
MR James be born be born
Yog Sothoth rape me lord
Sludge hai choi [blah blah]
MR James be born be born
Yog Sothoth rape me lord
Van Greenway [blah blah]
Sludge hai choi [blah blah]
Part one: spectre versus rector
The rector lived in Hampshire
The spectre was from Chorazina
Inevil dust in the air
The rector locked his doors
Part two: detective drives through Hampshire
Stops because of the fog there
And thinks a visit to the rector
And meanwhile and meanwhile
Spectre possesses rector
Rector becomes spectre
Sludge hai choi [blah blah]
Sludge hai choi [blah blah]
Enter inspector
Even as he spoke a dust devil suddenly arose and struck him
Part four: detective versus rector
Detective versus rector possessed by spectre
Spectre blows him against the wall
Says ";Die latin this is your fall
I've waited since Caesar for this
Damn Latin my hate is crisp
I'll rip your fat body to pieces
MR James be born be born
Yog Sothoth rape me lord
Van Greenway [blah blab]
Scene five, scene five
Comes a hero
Soul possessed a thousand times
Only he could rescue rector
Only he could save inspector
And this hero was a strange man
";Those flowers, take them away"; he said
";They're only funeral decorations
And oh this is a drudge nation
A nation of no imagination
A stupid man is their ideal
They shun me and think me unclean,
unclean";
I have saved a thousand souls
They cannot even save their own
I'm soaked in blood but always good
It's like I drunk myself sober
I get better as I get older
MR James be born be born
Yog Sothoth rape me lord
Van Greenway [blah blah]
Sludge hai choi [blah blah]
Sludge hai choi [blah blah]
Part six:
That was his kick from life
That's how he pads out his life
Selling his soul to the devil
And the spectre enters hero
But the possession is ineffectual
But the possession is ineffectual
And the possession is ineffectual
And MR James be born be born
Yog Sothoth rape me lord
Van Greenway [blah blah]
Sludge hai choi [blah blah]
Sludge hai choi [blah blah]
I said Sludge hai choi [blah blah]
Last scene:
Hero and inspector walk from the scene
Is the spectre banished forever?
The inspector is half insane
The hero runs back into the mountains
The hero goes back into the mountains
He was an exorcist but he was exhausted
An exorcist but he was exhausted
He racked on his bed all night long
MR James be born be born
Yog Sothoth rape me lord
Van Greenway [blah blah]
Sludge hai choi [blah blah]
Sludge hai choi [blah blah]
[chorus ad lib]
Tight faded male arse
Decadence and Anarchy
He said, he smiled
Something to dance to
A certain style
SMILE
SMILE
SMILE
SMILE
Meat Animals
SMILED
SMILED
Patchwork jacket from the top of his ears
Shaved
Relation with fellow age group, and opposite birds
SMILES
Wants anarchy
SMILED
The club nerve and poses
Physical awareness
Smiles
Take the chicken run, take the chicken run
To the toilet
In the above, designed from above club
Makes ginger
";Go on, you can do it!";
SMILE
SMILES
Wants anarchy
SMILED
Is the fungus damp in the cellar?
Positive G.B.H.
SMILES
With his friends, ask for cigarettes
SMILES
Sparks off
Repeal gun laws in my brain
Sparks off
Give us a gun if I got one
DAMN!
Grin
Damn
Grin
UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP
SMILE!
SMILED!
Would ask for a lager in the town of Auschwitz
Smiles
Desires travel
Well fed in a welfare way
SMILES
SMILED
SMILES
Lousy celebrity makes joke record
Lick-spittle southerner
Waiting for next holiday by gas miser
SMILES
SMILES
Positive G.B.H.!
Roar, encore, special vexation process
Tight faded male arse, decadence and anarchy he said
He smiles, SMILE? SMILED
Well fed in roman nero way like the way you imagined
She's ten to five
But I'm shiftwork
And my woman alive
Shiftwork
Shiftwork
I thought shiftwork would work
But it's good as broken us apart
Lights flash over me
Twenty-four hour bulb
I'm just home for tea
But she's in work mode
Shiftwork
Shiftwork
And they will shake you by the hands
For shiftwork
But being abandoned by your woman
Is the price for shiftwork
Shiftwork
Shiftwork
Shiftwork
Shiftwork, you let me down
Gave me a hard heart
You just cracked my mind
You split us apart
Shiftwork Shiftwork
Shiftwork
Raise your wages per year one grand
By shiftwork
But I can see me go, go, going from this land
Because of shiftwork
Shiftwork
I don't give her a chance
She gets the the morning rant
Gets in at eleven
Doing overtime
I'm going out at the time
Just to hang out with a woman who was my...
Shiftwork
She was ten to five
But I'm shiftwork
And that woman that once was mine
It's just shiftwork
Shiftwork
Shiftwork
Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now
Shiftwork
Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now
Shiftwork
Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now
Shiftwork
Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now
Shiftwork
Now, now, now, now
Where are you going?
This work has not yet reached
Cessation.
Some people want stars in eyes
Some people want eyes in stars
They've been like that for years
They've been like that for years
I suspect they're just if if if
I just want room to live
There's a new club in town
Plenty of space to posy around
It's a copy of the Peppermint Lounge
(I'll stick around the center always
Even if it is run down.)
Some people wanna be joining the club
Thinks to be on the clientele is big.*
I just want room to live
Foreigners and Experts go in
And through my place
Turn my home into a museum
Like the murder squad
They scan the room
For the well of inspiration
They don't tolerate ordinary folk
and folk look at me strange
But I'll give them this at least:
They pay for what they eat
Visitors and peripherers never give
I just want room to live
Some people think happy is way to live
Some men want to cram up to women
I've been down that street before
It just makes meat out of the soul
There's a D.H.S.S. Volvo estate
Right outside my door
With a Moody Blues cassette on the dashboard
There's no hate to the point I give
I just want room to live
Violence is just waiting for its due
Some people want money around
You can tell, they're the ones that never buy a round
And some men want reporters with no wig
And some people cannot hold their drink
They've got to tell you what they think
And some men want reporters with no wig
I just want room to live
The Mixer is close to me
He turns his head and smiles at me.
And I'm am glad
He earns my salary.
The mixer
In Espanol restaurants
The people and staff they clap
The mixer sweats
In comic type letters the voices are saying
Clap, clap
The mixer
sweats
The mixer sweats
The mixer of Jamaican origin
Born, raised in the US*
observes the Victorian [press/prayer]
Clap, clap, clap
Clap, clap
The BLBDS is overeasy on the [carpets/compress]
And the mixer sweats.
[First eqipment line]
[Second equipment line]
The mixer is close to me
He turns his head
and smiles at me**
[spoken] 'It possessed the sort of bright sound microphone with audio pickup pattern.
It can produce broad responses, hi-fidelity quality, no feedback and no
howling etc. We can express good sound of your voice, an excellent
melody orchestra, a self-contained filter control, explosive breath
sounds, controlled explosive breath sounds ...... wind noises, in
different locations....'
Mixer sweats
A pillbox crisp
Offer, offer, it was not an unreasonable offer
A pillbox crisp, that French git
The spikes he left in the bathroom
And I never heard from him again
Offer, offer, it was not an unreasonable offer
But it made me hungry
For victuals could not raise nor buy
I feel voxish, stack-heeled Hari Krish
Those disgusting [vegan new/youth punks]
Caught my life mould, give me silenced lectures Offer, offer, it was not an unreasonable offer
But it made me hungry
For victuals could not raise nor buy
I've been sharpening a knife in the bathroom
On a brick I got from the garden
No one will fuck with me again
Offer, offer, it was not an unreasonable offer
But it made me hungry
For victuals could not raise nor buy
Feel vox crisp
And voxish
[spoken to audience] We're not doing that one either
Get that spot
Put it in the pot for me
Cos I'm Muzorewi's daughter
I was Muzorewi's daughter
I've been in the pot too long
Too hot in the pot too long
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
African [call love]
[Got two laws love]
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
Left wing hot properties
Out of the closet and sheet
She was Muzorewi's daughter [X4]
The trees are reeds with evil seeds for me
Cos I'm Muzorewi's daughter
African [call love]
[Get two laws love]
I'm too long in the pot
I'm too long in the mouth
I'm too long in the mitts
I'm too long in the tits
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
Past trees the fairies are flyin
Past trees with rose bushes in
The child was spoilt Victorian
The child was spoilt Victorian
Spoilt Victorian Child
Sugar and cakes appear mean
Sitting at the table
Tigers pop-up from books
Spoilt Victorian Child
Let`s take it ten years on
You`re looking back from then
Under rough grey blankets
Thread loose stained grey blanket
Spoilt Victorian Child
C.L.O. - Pedia
E.N.C.Y.C.L.O. - Pedia
Musical chairs rouge cheeks he remembers
Thru` the aqueduct of five years
Spoilt Victorian Child shall avoid reflection
The child was spoilt Victorian
Spoilt Victorian Child
Mirrors can`t hid the toxic of disfigured Poxes
Spoilt Victorian Child
Past trees the fairies are flyin
Past trees with rose bushes in
The butterfly shrugs to fly in
Sugar and iced cakes appear mean
The child was spoilt Victorian
The child was spoilt Victorian
Spoilt Victorian Child
C.L.O. - Pedia
And you know that servants keep their order knowledge
And as you walk in on the footsteps steed babe
In the encrusted green unwild
You know you are a spoilt Victorian child
Crow's feet are ingrained on my face
And I'm living too late
Try to wash the black off my face, but it's ingrained
And I'm living too late
Sleepless, in-control spleen
Agreed ace family
Must have stump tripod in the genes
I'm immune to things
In my dreams
I saw through the trees
O'er the poison river locks
Talk treacherous would beat
But still my heart it is rock
Finally going through old parasite gate
But there's a 24-hour clock watch
And I'm living too late
Think
Sometimes life is like a new bar
Plastic seats, beer below par
Food with no taste, music grates
I'm living too late
Once talking was my favourite while
But now I know a conversation's end
Before it's done
Maybe I'm living too long
The daylight
I see trouble on the streets
Fearing catastrophe to meet
Walk down the devil's boulevard
But still my heart is hard
They say them cellars [were't even/were evil] black
But I know they're wrong
Think it's one
Been
Living Too Long
[extra verses on Living Too Long:
Eyes like two TV screens
Continual open
Feel no pain
I live again
I'm super sad sweet sad
Line is cracked
[]
Vision gone
I'm living too long]
His heart organ was where it should be
His brain was in his arse
His hand was well out of his pocket
His psyche's in the hearth
Had a beard which was weird
Some time ago heard Ramones in '81
Has a Spanish guitar
Real ale, curry as well - sophisticate!
Spanish guitar doesn't get far
In computer teaching job
His dreamgirl sings adverts for the Weetabix
A fancied wit that's imitation of Rumpole of Bailey
Who's causes and rags were phoenix-like
They were do-do like
They were comfort blanket type
Pho-do in fact
Pho-do in fact
Pho-do in fact
He had a weak pisser
And one night at darts match
Decadent sandwich quaff
He showed he was a big fan of double-entendre
Saw Not the Nine O'Clock News History of the World Part One
Twice each at least
Twice each at least
Twice each at least
Mere pseud mag editor's father (x12)
[As heard on the record...]
Pained and intense, man
They were inquiring.
They were curious orange...
They rode over peasants like you, they rode over peasants like you,
And their horses loved them too, and their horses loved them too.
They Were Kurious Orange. They Were Curious Orange.
They built the world as we know it, all the systems you traverse.
Rode slipshod over all dumbshits.
They were curious orange...
They freed the Blacks too.
They built church in one day, man,
Amish
They were curious orange...
Their clothes were cool.
Paved way for atom bomb--didn't know.
They made the Jews go to school.
They made Hitler laugh in pain.
They sent missionary girls to Arab states, and the sun-baked men
did drool.
They were curious orange...
They made Hitler laugh in pain.
They turned Napoleon over and didn't know.
They invented birth control
They were invulnerable to cool.
They were curious orange
They were beyond Ooobenblief
They were primo efficient to a man.
They were Stuyvestant smoking.
They were the Reformation spring
And everybody in the world turned Reformation blue.
They were invulnerable to cool
And everybody in the world...
And they were inquiring.
They were positively deranged and they were curious orange.
They were curious orange...
I've sold my car, thrown in my job, I'm 34 years old
I think it's time I saw the world, and not Australia
I've sold my car thrown in my job I'm 34 years old
I think it's time I saw the world coz I hate the cold and rain and grey
I'm going to Spain
Cousin Norman had a real fine time last year
He said it doesn't rain
I hope I can quickly learn the language yeah
I hope I can quickly learn the language
And the factory floor presented me with some tapes of Elton John
I hope it might keep me company but I hate the goo- goo-goo-goodbyes
Coz I'm going to Spain
Cousin Norman had a real fine time last year
I hear it doesn't rain
I hope I can quickly learn the language yeah
I hope I can quickly learn the language yeah
My mother cried last Friday night
When I said that I'll be gone
She packed it up, and then cashed in her premium bonds
And I'm going to Spain
Cousin Norman had a real fine time last year
They say it doesn't rain
I hope I can quickly learn the language yeah
I hope I can quickly learn the language
I'm going to Spain
I'm going to Spain
Better rate culture there boy
I'm going to Spain
Cousin Norman had a real fine time last year
They say it doesn't rain
I hope I can quickly learn the language-eh
When I'm walking down the street,
It's always you I seem to meet,
Long hair down and sneakers on your feet.
And write your letters to the Evening News
I clench my fist and sing this tune:
I said Hey student, hey student, hey student,
You're gonna get it through the head,
I said Hey student, hey student, hey student,
You're gonna get it through the head, I said...
When walking to work,
It's always you I seem to meet
Henna in your hair, standing in the heat
As you serve us in [motor bows] a book kid
I clench my hand before I flip my lid.
CHORUS.
When walking down the street,
It's always you I seem to meet,
Long hair down and sneakers on your feet.
As you listen to Pearl Jam in your room.
I'm thinking like that when I sing this song:
CHORUS.
I said I woka-to-ma, woka-to-ma
Woka-to-ma, wah wah wah x2
When walking down the street,
It's always you I seem to meet,
Long hair down and sneakers on your feet.
As you stare in your room at Shaun Ryder's face
Down long long long long days
CHORUS.
I said I woka-to-ma, woka-to-ma
Woka-to-ma, wah wah wah x2
The dead brains of class A-D
Born to live in Leigh-on-Sea
Twin swastikas, court, swimming pool
I'm thinking like this when I sing this tune:
CHORUS.
I said I woka-to-ma, woka-to-ma
Woka-to-ma, wah wah wah x2
Dragnet for gun-blast man
The papers had a father
Holding up a picture
His son-in-law killed her
Yes he killed his wife
She was wasting his life
His veins are full of evil serum
But what's done is done
Now he's trapped in flat of angles
Hiding in flat of angles
Right down to its gables
And sometimes bell bust under
The rings from many callers
Coupon and gas-board man
Dragnet for gun-blast man
Who's trapped in flat of angles
Rented cage is flat of angles
Right down to its gables
And first he started on the floorboards
120 degrees from window
Doors open to specification
And keeps out stupid neighbours
Very safe is flat of angles
Cheap rent too his flat of angles
Down to its gables
Here he fights to type
Story of murder in his life
Or soap operas all day
In rooms of dirty laundry
But I'm in flat of angles
Hiding in flat of angles
Right down to its gables
And the sun dragged him out one day
From his laundry
He saw mercenary eyes
The streets are full of mercenary eyes
Well stretched in flat of angles
Not long left in flat of angles
Down to the gables
There's a big reward for gun-blast man
A big reward for gun-blast man
A big reward for gun-blast man
Let us go up and [..] write stories
Dragnet
Phone in for the Dragnet man
I took a walk down West 11
I had to wade through 500 European punks
In an off-license I rubbed up with some oiks*
Who threw some change on the Asian counter
And asked polite if that covered two lagers
A hospital discharge asked me where he could crash
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
It's a large type artist ranch
This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
Spare a thought for the sleeping promo dept.
They haven't had an idea in two years
Dollars and deutchmarks keep the company on its feet
Say have you ever have a chance to meet
Fat Captain Beefheart imitators with zits?
Who is the King Shag Corpse?
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
It's a large type minstrel ranch
This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
The young blackies get screwed up the worst
They've gone over to the Hampstead house suss
In the English system they implicitly trust
See the A&R; civil servants
They get a sex thrill out of a sixteenth of Moroccan
They get a sex thrill out of a sixteenth of Moroccan
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
It's a large type artist ranch
This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
Yes, dear chap, it hasn't changed that much
It's still a subculture art-dealer jerk-off
Yes, dear chap, it hasn't changed that much
It's still a subculture art-dealer jerk-off
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
It's a large type minstrel ranch
This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
It's a large type minstrel ranch
This is where loads of punks congregate in the dark
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
It's a large type minstrel ranch
This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
Hey tourist it wasn't quite like what you thought
Hey Manchester group what wasn't what you thought
Hey Scottish group that wasn't quite like what you thought
Hey Manchester group that wasn't what you thought
Hey Scottish group that wasn't quite like what you thought
Quite like what you thought
Hey Midlands, scooped yer, how d'you ever get the job?
Hey Manchester group from it wasn't quite like what you thought
Quite like what you thought
Guess what
Guess guess guess...
Guess what
I'm in love with the Carrier Bag Man
I love the Carrier Bag Man X2
Carrier bags strewn all around the room
Ah, the Carrier Bag Man-- I am him
Coz I am the Carrier Bag Man -- I am the carrier bag man
I've no time to sit comfortable down
But I still need armchairs round my home
To put carrier bags on
I am the Carrier Bag Man
Carry a bag man!
I don't make waves, I hide bags in graves
No cash is earned straight nowadays anyways
Please all you onlookers understand
So make gangway for Carrier Bag Man
I am Carrier Bag Man
[megaphone rant]
When in town I keep head down
Kneel on the croft when the mariah comes round
Fat-assed workmen, I scurry around
There's few good places to hide bags behind
Coz I am Carrier Bag Man.
Carry a bag man!
You know by now the Lord lays hard trails
When you see that man outside in the bucketing rain
You picture it in your cozy home.
You think you've blown a fuse,
Don't know how to react
You don't know where it's at.
And therein lies the difference, and therein.... (x3)
They always say it comes in three and fours
And that it never rains, it just pours...
You think it's your fault
And you curse the moon
You go to the saloon
And therein lies the difference, and therein... (x3)
He turned the water into wine
And he insisted that we eat swine
And that's the sum of it
Why don't you come to grips?
Just take or leave it.
And therein lies the difference, and therein...
(Julia):
I'm fed up with this world
Pentangle knife
My other me, Cantonine
(MES):
Question eight
Dentist
November
(Julia):
Question, you...
(MES):
The guardian (garbled)
(Julia):
If you're like me you're a complete and utter pranny you'll know what I mean when I say recipe
(MES):
Pseudo
Hark
(Julia):
If you're like me you're a complete and utter pranny you'll know what I mean when I say recipe
(MES):
EC rich bitch
When I was...
(Julia):
Question, you need someone to stay with me all the time...
You only come round for...
I'm fed up with this world...
Pentangle knife...
My other me, Cantonine
(Tommy):
If you're like me you're a complete and utter pranny you'll know what I mean when I say recipe
Recipe
(MES):
Electronic simulations...
Anyone who has recent..
(Julia):
My other me, Cantonine
(MES):
That's a rich...
(Julia):
If you're like me you're a complete and utter pranny you'll know what I mean when I say recipe
(MES):
..estute question
(Tommy):
If you're like me you're a complete and utter pranny you'll know what I mean when I say recipe
(MES):
Wired for the weird
Little wonder Danny Sabre
Of course Chris Carter has recently...
...another series
Millenium
(Julia):
My other me, Cantonine
(MES):
I must feel like starting on page one-hundred and fifty-four
Up the drain pipe
Rapid he did sprout
[Grey templates on us] he had to inflict
TV documentary that it produced
When he whistled in the street
The men would turn around in fear
Of being thought effete
Petty thief lout
Up the drain pipe
Rapid he did sprout
Crime
Hides records in his drawer at home
Especially when they are rare
Never gives 'em out to every Tom Dick & Harry
Who stole before from petty thief lout
Un the drain pipe
Rapid he did sprout
[Grey templates on us] he had to inflict
Suburbia holds
more than you care for
One must make sure
When leaving the house
Never to have white powder on the nose about
F-prints
F-prints on the fingers
Sprout
Great tempus onus
Suburbia holds more than you care for
Petty thief lout
You try and change it
You try and arrange it
You try and shape it
But it's immortality, yeah
It's immortality
You cannot change it
Or rearrange it
It's immortality
Immortality
Immortality
That's where you're at, dear
You're shedding your mentality
But it's immortality
And you cannot buy it
You cannot put it in your pocket book
You cannot put it in your BCI
Don't try and shape it
Cos it's immortality
It's immortality, yeah
Immortality, yeah
It's where you're at, yeah
Immortality
Immortality
The Viking gods had it
[Lord/Nord] Odin had it
Don't try and change it
Don't try and put it in your pock-book-et
It's immortality
It's immortality, yeah
And you cannot change it
And you cannot rearrange it
And you cannot shape it
Cos it's reality, yeah
It's immortality, yeah
You cannot buy it
And that's all you're gonna get
From immortality
Immortality
In a conservatory
I looked at him
He was adjacent to me
I thought about my debts
He was talking about his house
In the Lake District
Come levitate
In the greater hospital
My friends said HMO times three
To the mirth that what you think
The transfer mess backed up two hours
Had to levitate from a grey map - PAID
The snazzy japes of a Basingstoke shot
Basing in stocks
Under the green frock
Below the granite complex
Needed true grips
To levitate
Levitate with me
Levitate with me
The people I like live
in kitchens and halls.
I can't reach a decision on this.
Can I come back to you on this?
Hitler lost his nerve on it.
Dr. Morel prescribed it well
It's fast debts.
I am Robertson Speedo
and this is my Gramme Friday.
Skin drops slow to the bones
But I've got my hunger anyway.
I'm on Gramme Friday.
Work and eat spontaneous
Enter the house of weariness.
It's Fastnet
Look out
Look down
Look out
Look now
The hunger....
Friday .
The x in x-mas is a substitute crucifix for Christ
No Christmas for John Quays
The powders reach
And the powders teach
And when you find they can't reach
There is no Christmas for junky
He thinks he is
More interesting
Than the world
But buying cigs
Puts him in a whirl
A packet of three-five fives
555
A packet of those over there
And 20 special offer cigars
Found talking to the cigarette machine
Into nicotinic acid
Good king Wenceslaus, he looked out
Silly bugger, he fell out
He spits in the sky
It falls in his eye
Then he gets to sit in
Talking to his kitten
And talking about Frankie Lymon
Tell me why is it so?
Tell me why is it so?
Out of his face with The Idle Race
Out of the room with his tune
Although the skins are thin
He knows its up to him
To go out or stay in
I'll stay in
I'll stay in
You
Me
X-Mas
X-Mas
There is no Christmas for junkies
No girls
No curls
Just the traffic passing by
Bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye
1,2,3,4
No X-mas for John Quays
95% [non-AC or comb-comb] guaranteed
Hit!
Hit the North (all estate agents...) Manacled to the cit...
Those useless MPs
Hit the North
Manacled to the cit...
Those useless MPs
Hit the North
Just savages
All estate agents alive yell down the night in hysterical breath
The government say, the government says
Go forth, go forth
With all the lights so pretty
In the reflected mirror of delirium, Eastender and Victorian
lager,
the induced call, mysterious, comes forth - Hit the North
Check the record
Check the record
Check the guy's track record
Appreciated - guy's
Check the record
Check the record
Check the guy's track record
Check the record
Check the guy's rock record
[WIN FALL CD
WIN FALL CD] William william
William William
William william
William William etc.
Check the record
Check the record
Check the guy's track record
Appreciated
WIN FALL CD
Appreciated
WIN FALL CD
William william etc.
Appreciated
And they say:
Rock the records etc.
WIN FALL CD
William william
Lord Guide me Soft etc.
It was bad, called obscene
And the rich were so mean
Stately homes for the Lords
Golden lawns, village green
Victoria was my queen
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria
I was born, lucky me
In the land that I love
Though I'm poor, I am free
When I go I shall fight
For this land I willl die
Let her sun never set on Victoria, Victoria, Victoria
Canada to India
Australia to Cornwall
Singapore to Hong Kong
From the West to the East
From the rich to the poor
Victoria loved them all
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria
I phoned you up from Dallas
But your heart was still in marble
And your head
Was reckoning
Your friends are dis-compos-mentis
And like most in leather jackets are
Coveting
Reckoning
Reckoning
And you're sleeping with some hippie half-wit
Who thinks he's Mr. Mark Smith
Reckoning
Beckoning
Reckoning
I'm left alone in Europe
Consulting an atlas
Wandering
Wandering
And it's evil that you spark off
In disguise as basic truth
Listening
Listening
Listening
Reckoning
Reckoning
Beckoning
Reckoning
When it happened we walked through all the estates, from
Manchester right to, er, Newcastle. In Darlington, helped a large
man on his own chase off some kids who were chucking bricks and
stuff through his flat window. She had a way with people like that.
Thanked us and we moved on.
'Junior Choice' played one morning. The song was 'English
Scheme.' Mine. They'd changed it with a grand piano and turned
it into a love song. How they did it I don't know. DJs had
worsened since the rising. Elaborating on nothing in praise of
the track with words they could hardly pronounce, in telephone
voices.
I was mad, and laughed at the same time. The West German
government had brought over large yellow trains on Teeside docks.
In Edinburgh. I stayed on my own for a few days, wandering about
in the, er, pissing rain, before the Queen Mother hit town.
I'm Joe Totale
The yet unborn son
The North will rise again
The North will rise again
Not in 10,000 years
Too many people cower to criminals
And government crap
The estates stick up like stacks
The North will rise again X4
Look where you are
Look where you are
The future death of my father
Shift!
Tony was a business friend
Of RT XVIII
And was an opportunist man
Come, come hear my story
How he set out to corrupt and destroy
This future Rising
The business friend came round today
With teeth clenched, he grabbed my neck
I threw him to the ground
His blue shirt stained red
The north will rise again.
He said you are mistaken, friend
I kicked him out of the home
Too many people cower to criminals
And that government pap
When all it takes is hard slap
But out the window burned the roads
There were men with bees on sticks
The fall had made them sick
A man with butterflies on his face
His brother threw acid in his face
His tatoos were screwed
The streets of Soho did reverberate
With drunken Highland men
Revenge for Culloden dead
The North had rose again
But it would turn out wrong
The North will rise again
So R. Totale dwells underground
Away from sickly grind
With ostrich head-dress
Face a mess, covered in feathers
Orange-red with blue-black lines
That draped down to his chest
Body are a tentacle mess
And light blue plant-heads
TV showed Sam Chippendale
No conception of what he'd made
The Arndale had been razed
Shop staff knocked off their ladders
Security guards hung from moving escalators
And now that is said
Tony seized the control
He built his base in Edinburgh
Had on his hotel wall
A hooded friar on a tractor
He took a bluey and he called Totale
Who said, ";the North has rose again";
But it will turn out wrong
When I was in cabaret
I vowed to defend
All of the English clergy
Though they have done wrong
And the fall has begun
This has got out of hand
I will go for foreign aid
But he Tony, laughed down the phone
Said ";Totale go back to bed";
The North has rose today
And you can stuff your aid!
And you can stuff your aid!
Moderninity what it means to you and I and this CD you hold in your hand. Cabbies get life story beatings. Co-workers get told stories: resignations. The reasonable authorities get told humiliations. Five - old friends get life story degradations and informing
Six - Your medically renewed face appears in penance : get on Dick & Judy. Your opinion on Lennon & McCartney get on same prog central sat next to Fred West sweaty family.
Everybody likes me
They think I'm crazy
Pull my string and I do my thing.
Two Steps Back
I don't need the acid factories
I've got mushrooms in the fields
Julian* said ";How was the gear?";
They don't sell things to you over there
A cigarette goes out when you put it down.
Two Steps Back
Had a look at the free festivals
They're like cinemas with no films
You could make a fire with the seats
You could boil up some cigar [cig-ah!] dimps
Or get into the sound
Wait for the ice cream to come around.
Two Steps Back
Two Doors Down
I meet my old friends there
They queue up for cash there
They are part Irish
They have no conscience
They get threatened by the cracker factory.
Two Steps Back
Cracker Factory:
A place where you get into the working routine again.
Rehabs for no hopes
Prefab for jobless dopes.
Yes
Stretch
Stretch
The god you reject
Makes ours the best*
Oh! Ye swivel-heads
Burn from ashes
An ordure from this planet
that could not be extinguished
Angelic devil-sun
[...] good natured barracking
Children cross here
Both day and night
Angelic devil-sun
Yes O Yes
(And that's what you get when you join the M. Clark School of
Soccer Coaching School: Enraged and inflamed with torment.)
Just take for instance
a time of great depression
Fade out of reason
bad time's in season
Don't shut your heart out
Don't cry your eyes out
Don't cry for me, Mexico
Or Savage Pencil
I'm nearly healthy
And they try to take my eyes out
Friends try to work my soul out
But I don't sing, I just shout
Heavy clout, heart out
Now here's a joke
to cheer you up:
Old times no surgeon
Just magicians and dungeons
There they take your heart out
with a sharp knife
It wasn't fake
They had no anesthetic.
That joke's pathetic.
Just look at me
Too much speed
But very plain
You're lucky, friend.
You've got one to take out
You know what I'm talking about!
I don't sing I just shout
All on one note.
Sing, sing, sing, sing
Look at me, I just ding
Heart is out, out, it's out
Who makes the nazis?
Who makes the nazis?
I'll tell ya who makes the nazis
All the Os
Wino
Spermo
29 year old
Arse-licking hate [....] old
Who makes the Nazis?
Bad Tele-V
Who makes the Nazis?
Balding smug faggots
Intellectual half-wits
All the Os
Who makes the Nazis?
The Nazis are long horn
Long horn breed
Long horn--Long horn breed
Long horns--Long horn breed
Who makes the Nazis?
Remember when I used to follow you home from school babe?
Before I got picked up for paedophelia
Who makes the Nazis?
Motels like three split-level mirages
Who makes the Nazis?
Buffalo lips on toast, smiling
Who makes the Nazis?
I put a finger on the weird.
This was real Irish know.
Joe was then good as gold
And told of the rapists in the Spa Motel.
The real mould.
Who makes the Nazis?
Benny's cob-web eyes!
Who makes the Nazis?
Bad-bias TV
Arena badges
BBC, George Orwell, Burmese police
Who Makes the Nazis?
Long horn--Long horn breed
Long horns--Long horn breed
Who makes the Nazis?
(Rest rooms)
Black burnt flesh
Hark hark
Crack unit species
Who makes the Nazis?
(All the O's cross country)
Who makes the Nazis?
[Man] super shag-artists
Who makes the Nazis?
Bad-bias Tele-V
You mind tellin me?
Here's a word from Bobby
When you're out of rocks, just give them real soul
Hates not your enemy, love's your enemy
Murder all bush monkeys
Long horn, Long horn breed
Who makes the Nazis?
Who makes the Nazis?
Bad-bias TV
Real mould
Real Irish know, Joe.
Who makes the Nazis?
Intellectual half-wits
Long horn--Long horn breed
Long horn--Long horn breed
Long horn--Long horn breed
Who makes the Nazis?
[kazoo solo]
The following are some notes from MES's diary dated January
26 (1982?) from the Lough book that bear on the song Who Makes the
Nazis. ed.
A necklace fur coated poodle over
Black burnt flesh
Hark hark
Crack unit species
Who makes the Nazis?
I'd put a finger on the
weird. This was real Irish
know. Joe was then good
as gold + told of the rapist
in the Spa Motel
The real mould.
Remember when I used to follow you
home from school babe?
Stick some paper under
the door at 8 pm.
Rest room.
Motels like 3 split mirages who makes the Nazis?
Benny's cobweb eyes
Met some eyes in a dirty goods
shop/mutual recognition of
hard man crack/bllur
blur retreat
Who makes the Nazis?
Visit of an American Poet characters
1 - Narrator
2 - Poet
3 - Wife
4 - Zarenda
5 - Employee
6 - Neighbour
7 - Policeman
(Salem, Frisco, Prestwich) Evil farce in three acts almost Brian Rixish in its semi cold ridiculous scenario
MES, overlapping voice 1 from 4: Thus began the slow palaver, subtle and almost unconscious in this loss of identity. (Running and growling through the back end of 94 to 98 the sixth) and now to explain.
And now for a message in a room with access to all in San Francisco
Voice 2: Another crooked smile. Is music a disease? Or is it just living in these soap opera times. They all end up depressives obsessive about their deluded goal. Is this me? Is this everyone in every crap commerce? Everyone without love brought up in violence and drunkeness? Why am I depressed? Work hard endless, endless no reward, 5,000 I'm owed. Music, music I belong to music. Why are there so many shit people in music?
Yeah this is about Mark, Mark told me a story about the visitation of an
American poet. She came round She came round.
into his arms She was nice she was nice..
(She was quite, a fucking good girl)
But she had a nasty streak in her
She turned nasty and made him a hostage in his own house
Mark was being fucking, plagiarised and fucking black ------ in his own
house
(She had a knife) so she was quite a serious threat because she was an
Amerian poet
Then Karl Burns came round and she went all nice and cheerful
She said to him, she said to him ";Yeah Mark fucking hell yeah, bring your mates in";
And Karl came in and Karl just wouldn't entertain this woman at all
And Markl said ";No, stay a while Karl, stay a while"; (kill the icicles)
Trying to put a message over to him saying
";Come on look don't you realise I'm in trouble here I need you here,
I need you here, I need some support from me mate"; and Karl just
totally oblivious to this said ";Where's me money?.
MES: The visitation of an American poet
Thus began a slow palaver subtle, unconscious in its loss of identity
Running and growing through the back end of the years '94 to '98 (to six and now)
To explain, where to begin,
The soft green leaves (of Massachussets)
The visitation took place outside Salem
A dolphin restaurant, the fish tasted peculiar
It was (orson?awesome)
Daniels rubbish in a room beneath a gospel group from bloody thick from Atlanta
Turn that shower off
Pure coincidence A&R; man in same motel
At dawn there is a knock at the door
It is from salem the poet it is the second visitation
Act 2
I now had a bubbling black large seafood plate
SF type load of problems at my gate
Purple squid less of pink and what's that thing on the left wriggling
Small irritant
Behind right upper motel balconey was a poet teacher and dressed accordingly
Remember that before five view points
Would even step out of the house
Frisco I was in Frisco
Chain gain
Thompson (type held a visit) number two
Second visitation seizure in hotel
Excitement on face gut wrench hospital
Cat odour lysergic acid smell
(Corn bubbly) it's the smell of hallucinating delusional
When mixed with a prescrip stuff of dear family doctor
New alias monthly
Spreadeagled in driveway
Come up soon for the third visit
That was in the future
The visit of an American poet
Gothic green goblin gnome
Cast her adrift my first mistake
Let her into the motel in Frisco
(Where the baby green crap baby green to Paris) - (.. .. plain ceilings) underneath a harassment action taken out by four eight troops visually ----ing 4 5 --- form Atlanta operating on the left and right flanks of the lobby - jetlag the main (and famous?infamous) body
what's left their task's to confuse enemy horses and vehicles hotel motel -- and baby crap
Atlanta religious group upstairs melted ceiling and baby crap brown coloured drift bubbled ceiling -- (my minds snapping)
Surprise visit this was the second
Visit of second pincer
You were so stupid smith you
(This eventually) had clean shaven your mind into a light pink scarlet smooth recepticle -- the second visit because at times you forgot - mentall illness is infectious theory
Tell of the birth
Tell how war appeared on earth
Musicians with gongs
Permeate the autobahns
Foetus of disgusting breath
And she split the egg
Cast a spell and war was born
Come follow me
Out of the obscurity
Pilgrims in songs
Swamp the empty aerodrome
Kalashnikovs but no houses
Women at the double, march
No food for the spouses
They wait for the US drop
Russians sit back and laugh While war casts her gory locks
Over the deserted docks
She casts her gory locks
Over the deserted docks
She cast a spell
Split an egg and war was born
And pillage hopes with gusto
Even though they have no nerve
And she does just look on
And war does what she has to
War does what she has to
People get what they deserve
Can you see the ten houses of Eve?
And can you enter the ten houses of Eve?
And will you deny your own treat?
Dare you enter the ten houses of Eve?
Turn around and face the ten houses of Eve
If only
Identity art
If only the shards would relocate back in place
In your blue green and grey heart
For
Bedecked in lace
If only thoust could
In a rap sort of style
Understand
Will those shards relocate
If only...
Can you dig the ten houses of Eve?
Turn around and look at the ten houses of Eve
And will blood flow 'til you see
Do you believe you can enter the houses of Eve
Wake up and see
_____________, yeah
Do you believe?
Right we'll go here
Where is he?
Just been to the park
Not the pub, the park
Go on
We too do not recognise the M.U.
We come with our hands open in fiendship
We can lead you to proletarian visions of posterity
WMC!
[The social alternative was incredibly frequent]
[completely unidentifiable backing singing continues....]
We come with our hands open in fiendship
We can lead you to proletarian visions of posterity
We merely make cabaret
We are on Gramme Friday
Fall advice!
Fall advice!
Fall advice!
Fall advice!
The Year Number 1
Has gone and turned
Into Year of Bomb
TV wars 24 hours
But it happens
Fall advice!
Shaking my bones down the M14
Passenger seat gripped tight
And seriously
I cannot sleep
But I'm happy
I cannot eat
So what about it?
It happens
It happens
It happens
Fall advice!
The works down the drain
And interest never wanes
So what about it?
Fall advice!
Yak! Yak! Yak!
Some are born to life
Some are born depressed
About it
Fall advice!
To parties underground
You're driving around in lake districts
You're stepping around
It doesn't matter to me
Cause it happens
It's magic
So what about it?
Two-face
That's what they call me
They call me a two-face
Two-face
That's what they call me
They call me a two-face
Two-face, boat-race disgraced
His face displaced again
Into two dimensions
Into two directions
Two-face, boat-race displaced
My face disgraced again
Into the dimensions
Into two directions
Nowhere for him to go X2
That's what they call me
They call me a two-face
Two-face
That's what they call me
They call me a two-face
Two-face, boat-race
Disgraced hisface
Displaced again
Into two dimensions
Into two directions
Two-face, boat-race
Displaced his face
Disgraced
Into two dimensions X2
Origin horrible
Two-face, boat race
Disgraced
His face Displaced again
Into two dimensions
Into two directions
For all
For all to see
He thinks at dawn
He acts at noon
He stays alone
And in the evening
Two-face, both ways
Disgraced
His face displaced again
Into two directions
Into two dimensions
Left-side, horrible
Two-face, boat race
Disgraced
His face displaced again
Into two directions
Into two dimensions
Two-face
That's what they call me
They call me a two-face
Two-face
That's what they call me
They call me a two-face
Two-face, both ways disgraced
His face displaced again
Into two directions X2
Had a run-in with Boston Immigration
And to my name had an aversion
Nervous droplets
Due to sleeping tablets
No beer
No cigarettes
Slam, spikes, gin, cigarettes
Beer in ban
The cops are tops
Welcome to the 80s 90s
Welcome to US 80s 90s
I'm the big-shot original rapper
But it's time for me to get off this crapper
Welcome to the US 80s 90s No beer
No cigarettes
Spikes, gin, cigarettes
Whisky
Like cones of silence
Welcome to the US 80s and 90s
Like 50s, 1890s
Kentucky dead keep pouring down
By death stadium
No more amused dressing room
My ambition, but one chance in three million Jack
Like cones of silence
Cast aside over-inflation theory of the panic insists
Welcome to the US 80s 90s
Look at page 19, small column, lower right-hand side
Welcome to the 1980s
You let me down again
And then your goth, slag brain says
Tuff life yeah baby! X8
All you ever say
Is round revival boogie
It's a revival boogie
It's a
It's a small flat baby
Tuff life yeah baby!
Tuff life yeah baby!
All you ever need
Tuff life yeah baby! X4
With the balding man
You went to the Netherlands
And with a pernicious refrain
You return and say the same
Give it to me baby one more time X5
You forever say
Tuff life yeah baby!
Tuff life yeah baby!
The war against Intelligence
War versus Intelligence
Notebooks out plagiarists
War Against Intelligence
War versus Intelligence
They got a lot of debris yesterday
They stuck out its golden horns
And volunteered its essence
War Against Intelligence
Hey pseud!
Why did you defect to the other side?
Hey dude!
Give the info a rest and use your mind
Dancing with your Dada mates [Dad and mates] in the corner
You're such a bloody fool
You think your haircut is distinguished
When it's a blot on the English landscape
Hey dude!
Get your mental bones right outta here!
You!
It's beyond your capability
Hey git!
In the league of mental short-arse
And you will never recompense
For your war versus intelligence
War versus Intelligence
War Against Intelligence
Hey dude!
It's time I started thinking on my feet
Instead of on my back
Now I got time
Time enough at last
Time enough at last boy
Time enough at last
It's been the bane of my life
But I've got time enough at last
I got time
Time enough at last
Time enough at last boy
Time enough at last
And sometimes people think you're just stupid
But I got time enough at last
I got time
Time enough at last
Time enough at last boy
Time enough at last
Time enough at last boy
Time enough at last
Cos I got time
Time enough at last
It's just stupid thinkin' 'bout the past
Cos I got time enough at last
In a city in turmoil
It's hard to extract
The brains from the head of a minor executive
Now I got time
Time enough at last
Time enough at last boy
Time enough at last
Time enough at last boy
Time enough at last
And the projectiles hit you
When you least expect it
But I got time
Time enough at last
From a summit of experience
To a pit of its knowledge
Cos I got time
Time enough at last
Time enough at last boy
Time enough at last
I got time
Time enough at last
You know when you end up in some sort of a cine-complex
And the person next to you is someone you hate?
Well well well well well well well well with me,
I end up like that,
All around and inside left.
All through the walls
It suppurates.
Look it up!
I'm immobile.
Is your house for sale?
And Davey's just got out of his cell -
Where have you been this time?
Your lives are beyond the pale.
Walk the main drag, splayed.
See the blue baseball hatted, baseball blue hatted
School friends, pop mobs
Male loafers, business affairs advisers and members of the band.
Suppurates, look it up!
And every day it's my pleasure to meet
The great league of bald-headed men.
Your friends, pop mobs, first wives, ex-loafers
And every day it is my pleasure to meet
The league of bald-headed men.
Baseball hatted, blue capped.
[You scored passages to assuage their post-latent sexual baldy alopecia.]*
And every day it's my pleasure to meet
The great league of bald-headed men.
* in the 'League Moon Monkey Mix' version
O'er grassy dale, and lowland scene
Come see, come hear, the English Scheme.
The lower-class, want brass, bad chests, scrounge fags.
The clever ones tend to emigrate
Like your psychotic big brother, who left home
For jobs in Holland, Munich, Rome
He's thick but he struck it rich, switch
The commune crap, camp bop, middle-class, flip-flop
Guess that's why they end up in bands
He's the green piece in us all
He's the creep-creep in us all
Condescends to black men
Very nice to them
They talk of Chile while driving through Haslingdon
You got sixty hour weeks, and stone stone toilet back-gardens
Peter Cook's jokes, bad dope, check shirts, lousy groups
Point their fingers at America
Down pokey quaint streets in Cambridge
Cycles our distant spastic heritage
Its a gay red, roundhead, army career, grim head
If we was smart we'd emigrate
Go back go back
to your diseased-[WHUP!]-control room
Don't be don't be
nice about it
just spit it back
Why don't, ward off
why don't you be mature about it
in your grey raincoat
Off ward, ward off
The Joke
Violent food
descends over you
huh
Off ward, ward off
The Joke
The Joke
five years in a PC camp Multicoloured sweets
in bottom of white sweet pack
The realization burns into my back
The Joke
Five years in a PC camp
The Joke
Violent food
descends over you
The Joke
The Joke
Five years in a PC camp
The Joke
Five years in a PC camp
The Joke
Five years in a PC camp
Keep reading me the Book of Lies
Keep reading me the Book of Lies
And you keep giving me
And you keep reading me
The Book of Lies
The Book of Lies
You keep telling me the Book of Lies
Book of Lies
I don't like what I'm doing to you
You don't like what you're doing to me
Don't make me cry
The Book of Lies
The Book of Lies
You don't listen to anything I say
Or do anything you promised to do
So why should I?
The Book of Lies
You don't listen to anything I say
Or do anything you promised to say
Listen to
Subject to
The Book of Lies
You keep reading me The Book of Lies
And who can ever forget this one?
Six times parking
Six, four
Form bar and six
Form a boxline
The aphid
The aphid
Bend down
Scratch around the carpet for insect
Get hook clamp
Stand up
Gel frame
Put insect in a jar
The aphid
Walk back two, three and four
Stop for a rest
Go back to scratch
The aphid
Hook clamp
Go back down
Scratch around the floor
Take hook clamp and put in jar
The aphid
Cover up with gel frame
Take two times four o o o one
UV gun back
Go back to the floor
Scratch around
Five, six supplied
The aphid
Bend right back
Form a boxline, sidecar
The aphid
Twenty times steps back
Frizzo
Get hook clamp
Turn to barn door
Retrieve kill frame
(Absolutely wonderful)
[Spoken, (not MES)]:
";Take six bottles of the six back, stand up straight, then bend down and scratch the carpet for insects and, if you find any, put the insects into the jar, than check the clamp on the jar and take six steps back. Ensure the hook clamp is on the jar and that's the aphid.";
Terry Waite Sez
Terry Waite Sez
Terry Waite Sez
Give us a ring, give us a ring kid
Mister Big
Sounding sour and frustrated
With the pressure of his own life.
Terry Waite Sez
Terry Waite Sez
What are those trees
Painted white jobs
Silvered something
Silvered something
50 plus
Out to heal provincial pus
Let the real reverend walk
He says and does
He plans but they won't let him in
Terry Waite Sez
Terry Waite!
JP: Craig, you've been to see Manchester City. How was it?
CS. Er, grim.
JP: Grim? Really? Well once again, you see, because people always assume that I've got loads of technology available to me here and lots of people rushing about giving me bits of paper like they do on television. In fact I'm Just watching the television so erm...
CS: [...]
JP: Oh right yeah. Okay go on, tell us all about it
CS: Well I mean the first half we were all over them. It's a typical City game, y'know. Ye were like totally outplayed, and they're rubbish anyway, West Ham, it's got to be said. [.. .] but erm no we were all over them in the first half and I don't know what he puts in the tea in the second half but erm we were like kinda zombies when we came back on. There weren't any good players apart from er Rocastle which I thought was cut>
JR: [...] that one little thing where he sort of...
......
CS: Yeah we do we play lots of football, loads of passing, they play too much football, they're just kind of er. . . everyone's like looking for a passing opportunity rather than like a scoring opportunity.
JP: Not going to go down though, are they, Craig?
CS: Er.. .I don't know. Everyone else in er. .. everyone else thinks we're gonna go down but they've just like suddenly come out of closets, y'know, they've like discovered their grandfather was a United fanfar.
JP: Right
CS: ...some years back It's like the whole of Manchester at the moment anyway
JP: I was told you see, I was always told er the conventional wisdom was that .... cut> that isn't the case any more.
CS: Well the true Mancunian is the Man City fan, I find.
JR: (laughs)
CS: I mean they're all reds really aren't they and er. . . cut>
What upsets you really is that the training that you must have in discussion at your own level regarding the existence of god is far greater than everybody that's ringing in tonight.
You must retreat into mysticism
to find an origination.
Locate the base enclave,
Surmount all obstacles.
Heinz is guilty,
He says ";Look, I let the shot go by accident. I'm a black belt.";
His face is full of ex ex ex ex-cruelty. Guilt.
Blue-eyed. A caring sharing man.
Embarrass them into extinction.
Must he retreat into mysticism,
Or locate the base and climb?
Surmount all obstacles.
Progress.
It must have taken [...]
Hours and hours, that
What an interesting article
Das Judy und das Judy
Are the cobwebs on your kitchen cuticles
Heinz is guilty
on the borders of your imagination.
May the sideshow begin
Spinetrak
Young lad from Escom
Is a schizophrenic
He also thinks he's a man
His other half is his side-kick.
The man from Escom
Is a schizophrene
Other half is called Chick, his sidekick
You are my spinetrak, my spinetrak, my spinetrak
You are my spinetrak, my spinetrak, my spinetrak
You are my spinetrak, my spinetrak, my spinetrak
Spinetrak
Spine clicked and came out of it's box
May the sideshow begin
One: endless pursuit of women
And desire to impress them
You are my spinetrak, my spinetrak, my spinetrak
You are my spinetrak, my spinetrak, my spinetrak (On news programmes)
You are my spinetrak, my spinetrak, my spinetrak
On news programs
Spinetrak
And application pages for womens' jobs
Who's other side too
Looked rather big
Sideshow begin
You are my spinetrak, my spinetrak, my spinetrak
You are my spinetrak, my spinetrak, my spinetrak
You are my spinetrak, my spinetrak, my spinetrak
Young dicks make TV
Get 'em away from me
Young dicks make TV
Loads of hair-style ideals
Here's the other end of the tale
Here's the other end of the scale
Law expert makes studio
He had waited so long
Patrick Moore got a manifesto
He learned the words
Vid king and spontaneous
He learned the words
Analysis and through video
Solicitor in studio
If he got it right
Could be a celebrity
Like M. Pike
Scientists and their bloody childish reading habits
Scientists and their bloody childish reading habits
But solicitor in studio
Soon ran into trouble
>From the start, trouble with mike
Noises and high pitched wines
Aggressive interviewer much too fast
Then up came Beaumont Dark
Ripped his argument to shreds
Solicitor in studio
Who ran into trouble
He inadvertently proved the point
That his profession was rot
Shh Shh Shh
Solicitor in studio
Who soon ran into trouble
JJK Mel
Scent of Vichy
....expensive
JJK Mel
A.K.A. M.E.L.P/B.L.E.
Speciality
Superb sunflowers
>From the outskirts
the melodic experience
amplified
over centuries
raspberries in te/ (cuts out)
[....] (sounds like honeydew or something, no idea)
M.E. M.E.L. Ssssssssss [female backing track begins - M E L]
Speciality
Superb sunflowers
from the outskirts
Melodic experience
Amplified
Over
Centuries
raspberries
Ordinance special extra
(next bit is v. unclear and so guessed)
radiator
[...] connery
[......]
mine zine
to purchase with it's compliments
violence goes all fragmented zinc slinip (??!?)
Amberdash
JK attacks
JJK Mel
speciality superb sunflowers
from the outskirts
Amplified up the centuries
raspberries intense (in tents?)
Spence
thoughts on the antique
[.....] road fest
bungee jumping
in so..... (fades)
The harpy was the tops
Whose hair contained some red
Thin white skeleton
Just too good in bed.
He mother from the circus
Put her on Junior Show Time
Her father was much worse
Can't put why in this line
And in the little village
She was without malice
She left the moors behind her
And the beige heather
Packed her placky* bag
With blocks of brown cannabis.
She took a lousy Wednesday
Turned it into cold Spring
She got taller by the minute
She could sell you anything
And the morning after
I was quite astonished
She gripped me like a hawk
Her talons were quite famished
Ascend harpy
Sing harpy
Descend harpy
Give me harpy
Knew I was right all along
Rock to Them, a Talking Heads album
Superhero in harlequin kecks
Dim-wit lecture, half read
Was I - victim in clown hat?
Was I - nearly toned
Then my powers did return....
Watch out!
Makers of fads
It's MES in shoulder pads My powers none
Powers, get Batman
Said a twisted chill, flashes pan
It's MES in shoulder pads
Big fit deal for mothers of fads
It's MES in shoulder pads
You'd better
Line that bottom line
Against that different clan
Holding ankles
Rotten kecks
It's MES in shoulder pads
All these fads
It's shoulder pads
On New Year's Dawn
To my surprise
All the Macca lads stayed at home
Picking antiques
Encloses
Cosy fleck with green bits
Main undercurrent, white spermatoze
My powers
Against them, half-useless
My senses
Alive have party
Was embarrassed but stuck with them
Walked, at shoulder, down the street, ridicule
They couldn't tell Lou Reed from Doug Yule
Suppressed hate romance
It was like being back at school
My powers before them resound
My powers heard language, two-time doom
Win populace, internal defeat
Their mob had a coup d'etat
Realize what they'd always wanted
Knew I was right all along
It wasn't then a Beatles song
Superhero in harlequin kecks
Dim-wit lecture, half read
Cursing black singers ten years dead
Was a clown in victim hat
Was shouldered and spurned
Then my powers did return....
The scarecrow's down
I hope you are alright
I am alright
There's a letter marked 'urgent'
I have not yet read it
Rose
Rose
I hear you are in Hampstead
I hope you can get married
Rose
Rose
Hear that wah-wah going?
Remember you started it
Freckles
Rose
It is now all the rage
With the younger set
Your replacement
He is a good man Rose?
Rose
I've got a good woman
Sometimes
Rose
Rose
Rose
God bless the cold winds and its refreshing consequence, uh-huh,
Oh please return.
Hellas did tremble
Hellas did go away
Finding it difficult
To stand in its fury
Over the ironing board
But still this golden curl
Vented its Hellas fury
Return, baby baby baby come back to me.
Come back to me, return.
I was told to go easy and this one did
But still this golden creature raised its fury
Head sparkles
Return
Baby baby baby come back to me
Return
Is that a hair extension?
It's soaked in hair lotion
How can you smell your own head?
Return
Baby baby baby come back to me
I'll change the latch on the door
I'll get locks all over
I ran on up ahead
Sparkle and pander her
It is Hugh McSheepshagger
from Bolton
Next up, Mr. A. Ordinary from Whitefield
Next up, Mr. A. Ordinary from Whitefield
Judy's bastard offspring
We have Richard and Judy's bastard offspring
Baseball cap reversed
Next up, we have Mr. Stephen Hanley
Modelling the bald look
Say! Mmmmmm-uuuaahhh
Say! Mmmmmm-uuuaaaah
Say! Mmmmmm--uuuaaaah
Monday night at operation control
I sat facing rows of monitor mountains
Mind control
Life control
Operation mind control
My first is in car
I'm easily bought, but still always short
[Fly that over space beam]
And round my way the people still do say
Ridd-ler
Ridd-ler
And round these parts the people still impart
Riddler!
My second is in.. Zoooooooom!
Say! Mmmmmm
Say! Mmmmmm
And round my way the people still do say
Riddler!
Round these parts the people still impart
Ridd-ler
Ridd-ler
Third: slopes
Fourth: [inverting within]
Round my way the people still do say
Riddler
And round these parts the people still exclaim
Ridd-ler
And even now kids round our place say
Riddler
It's approaching
600 pounds gas and flesh
Robes in tatters
It's approaching
Lips and tongue abhorrent
Flickering lexicon
Or a stray dog pack leader
Hide hide, all good people hang out for a result
Hide dive hide, reasonable people in silence do exult
Realm of dusk
The Northerns
Look at the North ones
Their brains are unhinged by the sun
Rare stone
Our [faeces/faces] are rare stone
It comes to take them
Move out the armies
Is there anybody there?
Yeah!
Rock Rock Rock Rock Rock
Rocky! Rocky!
Is quester psykick dance-hall
Step forward for
ESP medium discord
My garden is made of stone
There's a computer center over the road
I saw a monster on the roof
Its colors glowed on the roof
Round the corner
Is quester psykick dancehall
Step forward for
ESP medium discord
Here they have no records
They know your questions about no words
Just bumble stumble to the waves
Twitching out to the waves
Clock it! Clock it!
It's quester psykick dance-hall
Never bored with
ESP medium discord
When I'm dead and gone
My vibrations will live on
In vibes on vinyl through the years
People will dance to my waves
Rock it! Rock it!
It's quester psykick dance-hall
Step aboard for
ESP medium discord
You gotta come
For a mental orgasm
Hey badges tinkle
T-shirts mingle
Hey you horror-face!
I'm a printhead
I go to pieces
I'm a printhead
I go to pieces yeah
End of catch-line
End of hook-line
We had a two page
It's what we needed
I'm an ill head
My face increases
How my head increases
Real problems, biz
So how is it, yeah
That I've reached here
I thought this game
Would do me good
How could printed vinyl bring you out to here?
We laughed with them
When it was take-the-piss time
I'm no egghead
But I'm an ex-worker man
W.C.-hero friend - and not water closet!
There's a barrier between writer and singer
Uh-huh he's a good man
Although a lazy one
The singer is a neurotic drinker
The band little more than a big crashing beat.
Instruments collide and we all get drunk
The last two lines
Were a quote, yeah
When we read them
We went to pieces
We went to pieces, yeah
We went to pieces, yeah
Regularly
One day a week
I'm a printhead, yeah
Twenty pence a week
Dirty fingers
Printhead X 3
With print you substitute an ear
For an extra useless eye
He moves slow at the petrol stop
It's Pat the trip dispenser
He came with solvent in his hair
The trip dispenser
Spine-fuhrer of Hoboken
It's Pat the trip dispenser
Friend of Syndicate of Sound
Pigeon toed band
McGinty thought he could fool the Fall
With his imitation speeds
But he had not accounted for the psychic nose
He did not know there are no big shots on the rock
And even if there were, McGinty would not be among them
His head was full of icy calm
A clarity of nothing
It's Pat the trip dispenser
He paid at the generic supermarket
With paper
With paper
It's Pat the trip dispenser
Pay your rates
Pay your water rates
Pay your rates
Pay your water rates
If your rates too high
Write a snotty letter
If your rates too high
Put your life on this bit of paper
Advice on rates
Advice on rates
Pay your rates
Pay your water rates
Pay your rates
Pay your water rates
If your rates too high
You'd better sign this letter
If you don't pay your rates
You're gonna end up here
Or end up on debtors' retreat estate
Or debtors' retreat escape
Debtors' escape estate
Debtors' escape
Debtors' retreat escape
Debtors' retreat estate
Neuroticred landscape
A socialist state invention
The old government bones working
[Legendary Chaos tape:
Let's hear it for the working class traitors
Hello Warren Mitchell]
Debtors' escape estate
Debtors' retreat estate
A no-motivation estate
Debtors' escape estate
Pay the borough
Pay the borough
Pay your rates
Pay pretty sharp
Pay the borough
Pay the borough
Pay the borough
Pay your rates
Pay your water rates
Pay your rates
Pay your rates
(They gave their lives during the occupation
Arranged at the end of Japan
It was not a concentration camp
Annihilation
A million dead here
Annihilation)
And still we believe
As ghost presence
How does it show a dream
As ghosts
Decide
I've heard the same
How does this end They come from
They come from verdant albion
And still
Still they breathe
The corpor of this leaden leaf
Folding out with ghost
Censure
Still in the tub of side for bone shakes
These apes were once born
Fluid now
That's the truth
Drawn from the in-outlet
(One hundred thousand people perished there)
I still wish I could have seen you all
They lived thousand
The hills at dusk
Because they knew all the horrible
Culturations and evocations
Formulae
From verdant green-yellow puddles
Aesop
Purcell appears in the form of an angel
It's now
No good
Twice
(I want to wish you a happy journey back home)
In Pearl City
Pearl City
No-one knows, no-one cares
about your world of stocks and shares
I don't need no riding crop
I don't need no roundabout stop
You're welcome to Pearl City
See the bank
Bright white trains
You old coots
retired early
At Pearl City
In Pearl City
Cappuccino and a slice of quiche
It's salad for the new educated 'teach'
Everything is gonna work out fine
They're sleepin' us in the lec-lecturer line
In Pearl City
In Pearl City Ye over-counter drugs
Have left you totally bushwhacked
In Pearl City
We asked Vauxhall drivers
what they wanted from a garage
Did ya? Did ya?
At service center on the rock
Pearl City
I don't need a bird beggin at my knees
I don't need no riding crop
I don't need no roundabout stop
(Are you on the ball?)
I'm just trying to uncover the truth
Where's the Captain?
It's over, Cap'
Consider the helm, the helm.
The captain is in his bunk berth,
asleep as he should be.
Just trying to uncover the truth
It's over for you except scream.
";Aaaaah!"; [scream]
Ah/ah ah/ah [coughing] We're just trying to uncover the truth
Oleanna
Where's the captain?
Captain asleep in his bunk
Continue
Esconced in snow
The hell of....
This was the hell of Olleana HMS
Ensconced in snow
Ensconced
And still she is ensconced in snow.
Hosannah
First impressions...
Hosannah
Papal did visit, human trash
Waste
Prostrate, yellow-white umbrellas
Roam around
Universal love..for them...for the....
Papal visit
Human trash roam the town
Woke up by hosannah
Helicopters strip the land
First impressions will be the last
Woke up at 2
The man from iron
What happened to the man from iron
Mediator one
Human trash
Come for the visit
Eating lay bread
From what they come to call it
Sound like a yokel
For the first time
First impression will be the last
[Pope stuff continues....]
Peace resounds
Lay bread
Is in the nose and mouth
For the first time
In the assassin line
Papal visit
In the town
For the first time
Understood the assassin line
Walking down the street
Just the other night
I turned the corner to a fist fight
And I look-ah
I look-ah
I look around
Ol' Gang
Ol' Gang
Not around
Ol' Gang
Pretty short
Ol' Gang
Wants to get off home
Ol' Gang
Management
Programmes
Ol' Gang
I was walking down the street
Just the other night
Ol' Gang
Ol' Gang
Walking down the street
Give me small bother
Went around the corner
Feeling pretty mad
Well God damn it's
Kurious oranj
Kurious oranj
Yes, O yes
You're Bad News Girl
Bad News Girl
Hip hip hip hip hip
Bremen nacht
Frenz-uh
Dr Annabel Lies!
Hail the new puritan
Maelstrom, cook one
And all hard-core fiends
Will die by me
And all decadent sins
Will reap discipline
New puritan
This is the grim reefer
The snap at the end of the straw
With a high grim quota
Your star karma gin
New puritan
In LA the window opener switch
Is like a dinosaur cackle
A pterodactyl cackle
Jet plane circle
Over imported trees
All the film ghosts will rise up
With the sexually abused and the new youth
In Britain the scream of electric pumps in a renovated pub
Your stomach swells up before you get drunk
Don't call me Peter I can't go
Salem's just up the road
I've got work to do
Hail the new puritan
Out of hovel-cum-coven-cum-oven
[spoken] (right you go back to that riff)
Hail the new puritan
Out of hovel, cum-coven, cum-oven
And all hard-core fiends
Will die by me
And all decadent sins
Will reap discipline
New puritan
I curse your preoccupation
With your record collection
New puritan has no time
It's only music, John
New puritan
Ungodly mass
Thick ass
Rockin' records
Rockin' records
Rock the record
Rockin' records
The guy's rock records
Big priest
Rockin records
Rock the records
Rock rock records
Drink the long
Drink the long draught
Drink the long draught for big priest
Drink the long draught down
Drink the long
Drink the long draught
Big priest
He is not (appreciated)
Drink the long
Drink the long draught
Drink the long draught for big priest
Rock the records
Check the record
Check the guy's track record
Check the record
Check the guy's track record
He is not appreciated
Check the record
Check the record
Check the guy's track record
Big priest
Check the record
Check the record
Check the guy's track record
Check the record
Check the guy's rock record He is not appreciated
Drink the long draught down
Drink the long
Drink the long for big priest
Check the record
Check the record
Check the guy's track record
Check the record
Check the guy's track record
He is not appreciated
Rock the records
Rock the records
Rockin' records
Big priest
Drink the long
Drink the long draught
Drink the long draught for the big priest
Check the record
Check the record
Check the guy's track record
Check the record
Check the guy's track record
He is not appreciated
Rock the records
Rock the records
Rockin' records
Big prinz
Rockin records
Rockin records
Rockin records
Rockin records
Rockin records
Rockin rec - rock's records
Wireless enthusiast intercepts government secret radio band and
uncovers secrets and scandals of deceitful type proportions.
Aghast goes next door to his neighbor, secretly excited, as
aforementioned was a hunter whom radio enthusiast wanted
friendship and favor of.
A new face in hell
Nearly a new face in hell!
A muscular, thick-skinned, slit-eyed neighbor is at the table
poisoned just thirty seconds before by parties who knew of
wireless operator's forthcoming revelation.
A new face in hell!
A prickly line of sweat covers enthusiast's forehead as the
realization hits him that the same government him and his now
dead neighbor voted for and backed and talked of on cream porches
have tricked him into their war against the people who enthusiast
and dead hunter would have wished torture on. A servant of
government walks in and arrests wireless fan in
kitchen for murder of his neighbor
A new face in hell!
The dead cannot contradict
Sometimes the living cannot
A new face in hell!
Everything you see you want.
Go to clubs.
Middle class revolt.
Put it down....
He wants Homestyle*
Sublimates the envy to C2s**
Bump into each other and jolt
D2s, D1s, bump into each other and jolt
Middle class revolt Calorific.
Middle class revolt
Everything you see
Middle class revolt
Go to clubs
Crashing into C2s
Middle class revolt
A man
Extremely lazy
Exhumes the cooked pigeon
His words indignant
Because it was cooked wrong
Middle class revolt
Er, what's this song about?
Er, nothing.
None
No recipes
It was like a see-saw
No
It was like an up and down
Bye bye
Mother, Sister
Mother, Sister
Why did you put your head in?
Reach or preach
It's all a diminished return
Now
Floorboard
Creaks
Mother, Sister
Mother, Sister
Why did you push your head in?
Astray
Our Friends
And the fathers are underground
Your mouth is sold out
Mother, Sister
Mother, Sister
Why did you put your head in?
The pylon
Mr Pharmacist
Can you help me out today
In your usual lovely way
Oh Mr Pharmacist I insist
That you give me some of that vitamin C
Mr Pharmacist
Dear Pharmacist won't you please
Give me some energy
Mr Pharmacist
Hey Mr Pharmacist
I'll recommend you to my friends
They'll be happy in the end
Mr Pharmacist can you help
Send me on a 'delic kick
Mr Pharmacist
Dear Pharmacist use your mind
You better stock me up for the wintertime
Mr Pharmacist
Hey Mr Pharmacist
Words cannot express
Feeling I suggest
Oh Mr Pharmacist I can plead
Gimme some of that powder I need
Mr Pharmacist
Dear Pharmacist I'll be back
With a handful of empty sack
Mr Pharmacist
[Instrumental]
You'll never see me trying to raise Cain
You'll never see me wear a suit of green
There's a slip-road up right ahead
leading to the agragarian
But I'm city born and bred
Too many car-fumes in my head
Just a well-read punk peasant.
But you'd think a country man would understand
the devil makes work for idle hands.
M5 6-7 pm
And the man who pretends he knows it all
is destined to a Mighty Fall.
Gets into your house with cheer,
then proceeds to take all you've got to offer.
This is not an autobahn
It's an evil roundabout
That leads to the Haywain
And you'll never see good trains again.
In late 60s, my daddy said to me,
you'll never see trams and clogs again.
Now they roam the city. Can these people not understand
The devil makes work for idle hands
M5 6-7 pm
The devil makes work for idle hands.
M5 to the country straight ahead
It's stuffed to the gills with crusty brown bread
Can they not understand
there's nothing worse than a bored man?
M5, 6-7 PM
In 1978
Was in a hotel in Notting Hill Gate
Now in 1992
Staying in a hotel in Notting Hill Gate
Abject
I'm too busy to think
Too busy to work
Just can't cut it
Married, 2 kids
Married, 2 kids
I pretend to go to work
I pretend to go to work
Got a porta-fax
Aftershave like mustard
Two pints of lager do me in
And The Spirit of Man
Is a pub I go in
I'm married, 2 kids
Have a peculiar goatish smell
Am a long-winded article
I get livid
Married, 2 kids
Married, 2 kids
Got no place to go
I'm tired of walking
Up and down the street all by myself
No love left for me to give
I try and try
But no one wants me the way I am
Why should I pretend I like
To roam from door to door
Maybe I'll just kill myself
I just don't care no more
Because
I'm not satisfied
Everything I've tried
I don't like the way
Life has been abusing me Who would care if I was gone?
I never met no one who'd
Care if I was dead and gone
Who needs me to care for them?
Nobody needs me
Why should I just hang around?
Why should I just sit and watch
While the others smile?
I just wish that someone cared
If I was happy for a while
Because
I'm not satisfied
Everything I've tried
I don't like the way
Life has been abusing me
We're still one step ahead of you
I still believe in the R and R dream
R and R as primal scream
Tied to the Puritan Ethic
Nonsympathetic to spastics
After all this, still a lonely bastard.
Eggheads, boneheads, queue
Queue for them
We were early and we were late
But, still, live at the witch trials....
Doctor Boring had a relationship with the drug company too
And I am half related to the Softness Group PLC
On TV today
Someone claimed their dog
had been molested by a textile chemist
But life just bounces so don't you get worried at all
And life just bounces so don't you get worried at all
The perscription's filled but I'm unsure of its contents
I sit back with a tight lip
Retina amazed
But life just bounces so don't you get worried at all
And life just bounces so don't you get worried at all
And green grow the hedgerows along the walls
And I see that my problems are really small
[We're no rock group!]
Camera life, brown varnish, mauve
London is full of people leaving their homes
They got lack of length in their beds and in their rooms
And the cops say don't you dare leave your home
I'll tellya
Life just bounces so don't you get worried at all
And life just bounces so don't you get worried at all
And Doctor Boring says you are very ill
And your top-knot is in the region of your soul
I was in a vortex I was headed for a Fall
I'll tellya
Life just bounces so don't you get worried at all
And all music bounces so don't you get worried at all
And there's a big concert going down in this town
People cannot see society had broken down
I sat upon the green grass but it just brought me down
And the wife said 'get up' and it just brought me round
Fly ladybird, get right outta town
Use your transparent wings
Ladybird fly, fly ladybird
Green grass was purple black and speckled all around
Round the ring, this Croat town
The gas was obnoxious
It made me settle down, so I sat down
And the guy said 'get up' and it just brought me down
Fly ladybird, ladybird flee
Get right outta town, use your transparent wings
Above the leaping flames, get right outta here
Flee ladybird, ladybird fly
Pomerania is burning down.
Your family is gone, shot dead
Get right out of it
See the epaulette
Death: to let
Small change attached
I thought it was there but it just brought me down
Ripped the magazine open, it brought me round
Green grass was clear in the boundary zone
Grass faded into Wimpy brick in the ground
Mother's somewhere in Pomerania, but Pomerania is burning down
Ein kleine meisterwork, settled in my bones
Fly! Fly ladybird
Get right off the ground
Use your transparent wings
Get right outta here
Do you work hard?
Do you work hard?
You don't!
You don't!
You don't! Chicago, now!
Do you work hard?
Do you try hard?
You don't. Chicago, now!
All is commission time
Commission C.T. time
Set down, setting down
C.T C.T. time
Chicago, now!
Work hard.
Do you try hard?
Dear crew
Try hard. Chicago, now!
That's it: you don't.
That's it: you don't.
Chicago, now!
Chicago, now!
Step down
Setting down, just setting down
See their butt all over the street
You just go up and meet
Just setting down.
Chicago now.
Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-ho.
We plough the fields together
In all types of intemperance
Our bones cracked in unison
Gentlemen's, gentlemen's agreement
You know what he is
And probably still is
Sticking his colours
To whatever new mast there is
But our agreement is over
I thought we had some kind of agreement
But with you it was just prurience
You're addicted to excitement
My energies are down now with yours
And you're sitting on my back fence
But I thought we had an agreement
Gentlemen's, gentlemen's agreement
Your brain is software
Your brain is Game Boy
It's filled with excretement
And your short-term memory
Will fleetingly remember
Our gentlemen's, gentlemen's agreement
Gentlemen's, gentlemen's agreement
Gentlemen's, gentlemen's agreement
I was walking through the jungle just the other night
When I heard a big rumble and I thought it was a fight
I lost all volition and began to move my feet
It was a jungle drummer doing a knock down beat
It was a jungle jungle jungle jungle rock
Jungle jungle jungle jungle rock
Jungle jungle jungle jungle rock
Jungle jungle jungle jungle rock
A knock down beat and a chucked down set
It was a jungle jungle jungle jungle rock
Well I moved a little closer just to get a better view
I saw a chimp and a monkey getting in a taxi queue
A hippo Jurassic Park we'll do it on the hop
Well the big big bounce was making me hop
It was a jungle jungle jungle jungle rock
Jungle jungle jungle jungle rock
Jungle jungle jungle jungle rock
Jungle jungle jungle jungle rock
And a knock down beat with a hip hop on my feet
It was a jungle jungle jungle jungle rock
And the fox grabbed the rabbit and they did the bunny hug
And all the beasts standing were cutting a rug
And the camel was talking to a special contibutor
And the elephant and the monkey did the ring dang do
It was a jungle jungle jungle jungle rock
Jungle jungle jungle jungle rock
Jungle jungle jungle jungle rock
Shot down beat and a hip hop on my feet
It was a jungle jungle jungle jungle rock
I was walking through the jungle just the other night
And the blues songs were pumping it white
When what used to excite you does not
Like you've used up all your allowance of experiences
Head filled with a mass of too-well-known people
(This is an important aspect of Big Priest.
His hypnotic induction process.
His commercial last chance)
Just step sideways from this world today
Just step sideways round this place today
Just step sideways round this world today
Just step outside this grubby place today
Don't ever hit that vulgar cave
The joker says: 'Go the opposite way'
Just step outside this futurist world today
Just step right round this...today
The Eastern Bloc rocks to Elton John.
So just step sideways from this place today
To be a celebrity you've gotta eat the past, nowadays
But who wants to be in a Hovis advert, anyway?
Just step right round this futurist world today
Just step outside this grubby place today
Just skip out miss the ice flicks of Bacardi
Just step outside this future world today
Don't let it beat ya
Don't let it whip ya
Jump on the back of nicotine
Hit those lung wurm back rays
Just step outside this future world today
Today X6
...world today
Just step sideways from this place today
Jump on the back of nicotine
Hit those lung-wurm back-rays
Just step outside this future world today
Today X 4
Pensioner's waiting for leap year to come
and the young singer's waiting to sing
and there's a gardener outside a big estate
waiting for the grass to turn green
The drunk is waiting for an easy mark
the hitchhiker is waiting for a ride
and the prisoner's waiting for a prison break
and the surfer is waiting for the tide
Ah just waiting
You know everything comes to a standstill
nothing seems to make a turn
cause the worm's still waitin' for the early bird
and the early bird's waitin' for the worm
And nobody wants to do nothing
just waiting for a finger in the pie
and waitin' for a call from a TV show
or waitin' for an uncle to die 1-2-3
Everybody's waitin' for something
and nothing ever turns out right
because the night shift is waiting for the morning
and the burglar is waiting for the night.
Congregation is waitin' for the vicar
and the vicar is waitin' for the groom
the groom is waiting for his new bride
But the bride is waitin' for June
And everybody is just waitin'
and nobody wants to settle down
They got their heads in a holo-video
The cretin is waitin for U2 to come on MTV again
but the producer is waiting for the blonde bird
and the blonde girl's waitin' for him
Nobody wants to do nothing
just waiting for their chips and their pie
waitin' for a call from a big quiz show
or waitin' for some rich relation to die
You know everything comes to a standstill
nothing ever makes a turn
and the worm is waitin' for the grass to turn green
while the early bird is waitin' for the worm
I don't think I can really stand it no more
I don't think I can go through it again
I'm just waiting
I'm just waiting
I'm just waiting
I'm just waiting
Yeah bees are waitin' for honey
and I'm putting it on the back burner for now
cause everybody's racing and fawning and skivin'
and honey I'm waitin' for you
Ah-just waitin'
Ah-just waitin'
Ah-just waitin'
Ah-just waitin'
It's a curse
Well thy forsooth
Who is that interesting hack over there?
By Gad, verily
Cracked curse
disliked
burdened
It's a curse
And am not unguilty of using it
";You, your tone is....
You tone of everybody";
Trying to bolt out of
Trying to get over
Operation mind fuck
";I do not like your tone.
It has ephemeral whinging* aspects.";
It's a curse. I am not unguilty of using it.
Waiting for you to f....
Trying to get out of
Tryna get out of
Waiting
They are waiting for you, bitterly, for you to fall over.
It's a curse.
Down their long egg breath
Cheap shaving lotion days
Their sandwiches stashed under their side seats
Their froglike chins ready to burst
I tell you, it's a curse, it's a burden
Trying to get over bargain vampires
In shops
I tell you it's a curse
";You, you tone is....";
Trying to get out of
It's a curse
Shafted over
It's a curse
It's a burden
That's burden
Operation Mind-Fuck
Look back bores
Bach and Wagner
All you really need is a good Schwartz
It's a curse
Balti and Vimto and Spangles**
were always crap,
regardless of the look back bores.
It's a curse.
Shafted over.
Trying to bolt out of.
Waiting for you.
It's a curse.
Get off the Ind. Est.
Get off the Ind. Est.
Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate
Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate
Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate
Well you started here to earn your pay
Clean neck and ears on your first day
Well we tap one another as you walk in the gate
And we'd build a canteen but we haven't got much space
Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate
And the crap in the air will fuck up your face
Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate
Boss can bloody take most of your wage
And if you get a bit of depression
Ask the doctor for some valium
Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate
Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate
Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate
MES: What I want to know is why don't real bands with real singers that don't go round explaining themselves. That's right go ahead, get ahead with your puerile slurred word rigmarole and put it out on the lids it's down congealed both the rest of your post nearly half realised birdlike thoughts clogging the solo seventies or new intellectual skinhead morass a shad mock whistle honestly professor competing with it observing scientifically brains are in that need maths to understand chords missing slide back to bottom of ravine while they catch up freezing outside contained thrash about. Thinks prescription wait a minute I need time my irritability you will pay for until you realise that it is you that are dumb. It's you keeping me in this bird cage screen. You don't work out go away stage cage move.
Comfortable leafy suburb. Green, lilac German type houses reckoning tape starts> a pale pretentious pseudo arty walks up like a cross between open the door. This began a slow palaver, subtle and almost (unconscious) in this loss of identity. And if you are bright, bubbly and sizzling with split personality you are Bobby.
Voice2: They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but that fraction, that small fraction missing is sometimes the most important. We gave you, I am, Bobby. We gave you, I am, Bobby.
Voice 3:I'll pay this in today then go to the market and library then Quicksave for some booze.
Edward's latest single's out. In the shops tomorrow. It's a hot number and it's at your local Quicksave store.
Voice 4: Extreme closeup of stamp banging down loudly on giro cheque. Robert peers at photo of Edward in music magazine. Special effect - Bobby's thought voice with very nasty tone. Reverb. Very loud bang of stamp. Though voice (your ma next) with saliva . Closeup of Bobby Hazel picks up music magazine and views with hatred picture of DJ Lauren in showbiz section.
Voice 5: Hello, oh it's you yeah alright, have you got the right bloody colour this time, only I don't want my hair deep pink again.
Voice 4: Bobby Hazel examines the picture of DJ Lauren closely.
Voice 5: I want a DJ Lauren
Voice 4: banging of receiver on phone. Cut to Vidal Sassoon Salon. Closeup of hand highlighting strip of hair with tint. Cut to extreme closeup of DJ Lauren's face.
Voice 5: It's got to be the same
Voice 4: hairdresser puts phone down. Hairdresser says: Hiya Lauren what's up?
Voice 5: The Clonezone tonight. Can you do us before six?
Voice 4: The hairdresser says: The Clonezone, great! Good place. Can you get us in?
Yeah, how you finding it?
Alright
Good sound system there.
What you wearing?
Voice 5: Cut to dream sequence inside CloneZone
Voice 4: Special effect of heavy beat of jungle techno mixed with voiceover by Mark E Smith. FX Reverb, echo to beat of music. Strobe in slow motion. Black and white shot fade to the beat of music. Cut to DJ Lauren in humble mode.
Voice 6, female: Dirty little twat. You remind me of my ex. Hello, oh it's you yeah alright, have you got the right bloody colour this time, only I don't want my hair deep pink again. I want a DJ Lauren.
Now I've got a lot to say now baby
But it doesn't concern me today now baby
Hello
Gimme gimme gimme it slowly baby
Gimme gimme gimme it slowly baby
Give it to me gently baby
Gimme gimme gimme it slowly baby
Hello
Gimme gimme gimme it slowly baby
Gimme gimme gimme it slowly baby
Give it to me gently baby
Gimme gimme gimme it slowly baby
Shh
Ahh
Unh Unh Anh Anh Gimme gimme gimme it slowly baby
Gimme gimme gimme it slowly baby
Gimme gimme gimme it gently baby
Gimme gimme gimme it gently baby
Just gimme gimme gimme it slowly baby
Gimme gimme gimme it slowly baby
Gimme gimme gimme it gently baby
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