I haven't got a cover for this one either so again I "borrowed" it from Mr www. If your one of those people that don't really dig the Soft Boys then I understand as I don't either to be truthful. The reason - well I heard the first track on here and thought they would all be as great but unfortunately it was a one off. But what a one off! Wading Through A Ventilator is a true UK 1977 punk rock classic and if for some reason you haven't heard it then I'm jealous at what you are about to experience. Why Wading Through A Ventilator wasn't on the Raw Records Punk Singles Collection CD is a mystery to me. You can even sing along to this one too. They don't this one at my local pub's karaoke night. Shame.
Wading Through A Ventilator
I fix my fish
I fool my frog
I fray my feet, I drag my dog, I drop my duck
Across the wall
I squash my giblets like my grub
I battle adders in a pub
My girl is ripe
In greasy silk
A split tomato in her mind
The crumpled heart
Sags in the sea
Tomato heart escaping gas
I think that girl is of her skin
Of all the people that I know
The ones I like I love the best
The fishes in the sewer pipes
The highwaymen in yellow stripes
It might not now, but it will be later
Wading through your ventilator
I tang my fag
He clenched his fist
The pretty bonny licks my stamp and twists her fang
She tugs his foot
We think of better things and laugh
The hairs on my marshmallow pout
My head is rich
Enough to burst
With ivy strung around my calf, picture the flies
On melon halves
You wind up living somewhere cheap
But dying upon a compost heap
Of all the people I don't know
The ones I do I hate the most
The twisted fodder of mankind's
Enough to drive a poor boy blind
It might not now, but it could be later
Wading through your ventilator
I waded in and that's a fact
The meat was cut, the meat was packed
You shredded me with icy strings
As coiled salami, I was led
Into a holy stacking shed
My life like antiseptic stings
A tongue of stalk
And tender leaves
Eventually your skull occludes, the melon splits
And like an egg
It dribbles down your inside leg
Don't get me wrong, I'm quite OK
I drank a cat
I sprung a cake
She threw transistors in my lake, I threw her head
Far through the door
You wonder what I do that for
They wonder what you think I've got
(Shut it down shut it down)
Listen baby, there ain't nothing in here but my own sweet mind (Shut it down shut it down)
If it bothers you, you can turn it off (Shut it down shut it down)
With my antelope cheek and my raven's eye (Shut it down)
And my buffalo heart and a crocodile's hide
And my salmon head wedged on a moose's neck
A breathing fungus on a hemorraged lawn
Invented me one summer's morn
I've lost you now, but I'll get you later
Wading through your ventilator
Tracks
1) Wading Through A Ventilator
2) The Face Of Death
3) Hear My Brane
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