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1. _ W.m.c. Blob 59
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
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2. _ The Nwra
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!
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3. _ Pay Your Rates
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
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4. _ New Face In Hell
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!
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5. _ C'n'c-s Mithering
Three days
Three months
Three days
Three months
A treatise
A treatise
To explain these
First was cash 'n' carry house dance
In lancashire they're a
In king nat ltd. empire
Kwik save is there
The scene started here
Then was america
Then was america
We went there
Big a&m herb was there**
His offices had fresh air
But his rota was mediocre
Us purge, rock 'n' pop filth
Their material's filched
And the secret of their lives
Is...
All the english groups
Act like peasants with free milk
On a route
On a route to the loot
To candy mountain
Five wacky english proletariat idiots
Californians always think of sex
Or think of death
Five hundred girl deaths
A mexico revenge, it's stolen land
They really get it off on
"don't hurt me please"
Rapist fill the tvs
And the secret of their lives
Is s.e.x..
I have dreams, i can see
Carloads of negro nazis
Like faust with beards
Hydrochloric shaved weirds
[applause from audience at cyprus tavern ]
This was going to be called crap rap fourteen,
But it's now stop mithering.
The things that drain you off and drive you off the hinge.
Boils, dirty socks, the ceilings collapse.
The sunday morning loud lawn mower,
The upstairs jewish girl damn hoovering every thirty minutes,
From valium cig withdrawal.
She wants communal, fluent flat household.
I want privacy.
The bastard dentist doctors surgery,
Clip, clop, ring, knock, ring
Stop mithering***
The estates stick up like stacks
The estates stick up like stacks
The residents keep wild dogs
And on that father's bedroom closet top,
Electric blanket boxes
Surplus jonnies, demob pictures
To their children they sing
Stop mithering
You think you've got it bad with thin ties,
Miserable songs synthesized, or circles with a in the middle.
Make joke records, hang out with gary bushell,
Join round table. "i like your single yer great!"
A circle of low iq's.
There are three rules of audience.
My journalist acquaintances, go soft, go places,
On record company expenses.
I lose humor, manners become bog writers, don't know it.
The smart hedonists, same as last verse, allusions with
H in electronics, on stage false histrionics,
Corpse mauling dicks, pose through a good film, him, him
Stop mithering
I'm not joining conventional rock band.
The conventional is experimental, the conventional is now
Experimental,
And is no way noble, and i'm no chock stock thing.
So stop mithering.
Engineers save up for cars.
I try to let down their tyres with matches to make them molten.
Ouch! ouch!
They say i rip off johnny rotten
They always strike for more pay.
They say "see yer mate..yeh...see yer mate"
To their mothers they sing
Stop mithering
He even did fail the penile tissue test.
He hangs out for sex.
He enters magazine contest.
White tan horror in the mirror.
Spotty exterior hides a spotty interior.
He's not your enemy.
He's not your enemy, his name is not harry.
The secret of cash and carry.
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6. _ Container Drivers
Net cap. of 58 thousand pounds
They sweat on their way down
Grey ports with customs bastards
Hang around like clowns the
Uh-containers and their drivers
Bad indigestion
Bad bowel retention
Speed for their wages
Suntan, torn short sleeves
Look at a car park for two days
Look at a grey port for two days
Train line, stone and grey
This is not their town
Big cigars come out of the ground
Sweat on their way down
F. jack's a distant relation
Communists are just part time workers
And there's no thanks
From the loading bay ranks
Look at a car park for two days
Look at a grey port for two days
Train line, stone and grey
Ro-ro roll on roll off
The container drivers
Speed for their wages
Uh-containers
Uh-and their drivers
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7. _ The English Scheme
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
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8. _ Impression Of J Temperance
Hate wide for dog breeder
In the town of purport
A never seen dog breeder
This is the tale of his replica.
Name was j. temperance
Only two did not hate him
Because peasants fear local indifference
Pet shop and the vet, cameron.
One night vet is called out
From his overpaid leisure
To temperance household, delivered ran out
And phoned his wife in terror.
The next bit is hard to relate.
(there are no read-outs for this part of the track.)
The new born thing hard to describe
Like a rat that's been trapped inside
A warehouse base, near a city tide
Brown sockets, purple eyes
And fed with rubbish from disposal barges brown and covered
No changeling,
As the birth was witnessed.
Only one person could do this:
"yes" said cameron
"and the thing was in the
Impression of j. temperance."
His hideous replica.
Scrutinise the little monster
Disappeared through the door
His hideous replica
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9. _ Gramme Friday
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 .
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