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1. _ Just Step S'ways
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
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2. _ Fortress
Two hours!
With four left wing kids
I spent time in nazi fortress
Much discussion in room c-h-1-o-c-h-11
I did not understand why
I could not accept the fact
That i'd accepted the contract
Much discussion in this institution
Much discussion in boiled beef and carrots
Room c-h-1-o-c-h-2-o-11
It was clear in the window eye
The brick outlined the blue sky
And i had to go round the gay graduates in the toilets
And good king harry was there
Much discussion in room c-h-1-o-c-h-2-o-11
Much discussion in room c-h-1-o-c-h-2-o-11
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3. _ Iceland
A plate steel object was fired
And i did not feel for my compatriots
Hated even the core of myself
Not a matter of ill-health
It was fear of weakness deep in core of myself
The fact attainment was out of...
Mounting orations
..populations
To be humbled in iceland
Sing of legend, sing of destruction
Witness the last of the god-men
Hear about megas jonsson *
Cast the runes against your own soul
There is not much more time to go
Work fifteen hours for the good of the soul
And be humbled in iceland
Sit in the gold room
Fall down flat in the cafe iol*
Without a glance from the clientele
Good coffee black as well,
Hair blond as hell
Cast the runes against your own soul
Roll up for the underpants show
And be humbled in iceland
And the spawn of the volcano
Is thick and impatient
Like the people around it.
See a green goblin redhead, redhead
Make a grab for the book of prayers.
Do anything for a bit of attention
Get humbled in iceland
What the goddamn fuck is it?
That played the pipes of aluminum
A memorex for the krakens
That induces this rough text
And casts the runes against the self-soul
And humbles in iceland
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4. _ Classical
There is no culture is my brag,
Your taste for bullshit reveals a lust for a home of office
This is the home of the vain!
This is the home of the vain!
Where are the obligatory niggers?*
Hey there fuckface!!
Hey there fuckface!!
There are twelve people in the world
The rest are paste
This is the home of the vain!
This is the home of the vain!
I just left the hotel amnesia, i had to go there
Where it is i can't remember,
But now i can remember...now i can remember
Hafta! hafta!
Message for yer! message for yer!
Too much reliance on girl here
On girls here, behind every shell-actor
Snobbier snobbier
Too much romantic here
I destroy romantics, actors,
Kill it!
Kill it!
Kill it a !
Kill it!
Kill it a !
You won't find anything more ridiculous, than this new profile
Razor unit, made with the highest british attention to the
Wrong detail, become obsolete units surrounded by hail.
The classical!
The classical!
The classical!
Hotel aggro!
Message for yer! message for yer!
The classical!
Poleaxe a!..........one of the millenium of conspiracy,
Forever,
I know it means a lot of stomach gas,
I k n o w i t m e a n s a l o t o f s t o m a c h g a ssssss
I've never felt better in my life
I've never felt better in my life
Poleaxe a!
The classical!
Stomach gas
I've never felt better in my life
I've never felt better in my life
Poleaxe a!
Millenium of conspiracy
Play out classical
I've never felt better in my life
Better in my life.... . . . . . . . . .
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5. _ Mere Pseud Mag Ed
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)
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6. _ And This Day
Everywhere
Just no fucking respite for us here
Dream theatre
And this day
No matter what all who fills baskets
Or who's just there
The whole earth shudders
And this day
Seen from the bottom glass phut cig
Everywhere
Just no fucking respite for us here
Jim kidder
And this day
The old feelings came back
The surroundings were screaming on the road
And you even mistrust your own feelings
And this day
The old feelings came back
You show me the bloody poor bores
The surroundings were screaming on the roads
So you even mistrust your own feelings
A big basket full s-pub s-mart
And this day
The old feelings came back
Everywhere just no fucking respite for us here
Jim kidder
A big basket full s-pub s-mart
A zero in the ss school bus lacks wages
Poetic justice
And this day
The old feelings came back
The surroundings were screaming on the roads
So you even mistrust your own feelings
And this day
As seen from a glass bottom phut cig
Everywhere
Just no fucking respite for us here
Jim kidder
Who are the translators?
In a bl glandule area
And though the blades make presence felt
Like us football players
And this day
It will soon heal up
Everywhere
The surroundings were screaming on the roads
But i'll even blow my nose on last pound note
And this day
The old feelings came back
The surroundings were screaming on the roads
So you even mistrust your own feelings
Even god pays here
You can go all around holland
Holland europe
Youth continent
But it will soon come back
And this day
It will soon heal up
The surroundings were screaming on the roads
So you even mistrust your own feelings
And this day
I am right here
The fear and the awe
Medical thingy
And this day
Everywhere just
No fucking respite for us here
Jim kidder
Everywhere
Just no fucking respite for us here
Jim kidder
And this day
Who are the translators?
Everywhere
Just no fucking respite for us here
Guaranteed by god
Rosso rosso
And this day
The old feelings came back
Everywhere
And this day
Who are the translators? who are the empirical leeches?
Who
Who
Classical
Smart organic brain bank
Multiplexes
Who are the transistors?
Who are the numerical leeches?
Brain bank
It's clear when every lie disturbs
Makes you jump
Everywhere
Just no fucking respite
Us here jim kidder
Your friends are dust
They're in bits
They're dust
Dusty friends
I cannot account
For this village
Turned me into a nigger
Space dusty clock drove me
To this village
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7. _ Hip Priest
He's not appreciated.
He's not appreciated.
He's not appreciated.
Drink the long draught, dan,
For the hip priest.
I said drink the long draught, dan,
For the hip priest!
He's not appreciated
He's not appreciated
White collar hits motorway services
It's the hip priest
From the eyes he can see, they know
It's the hip priest
He's not appreciated.
It's purple psychology.
Not just an old lady's.
That's hip hip hip hip hit hit hit hip priest
That's hip hip hip hip hit hit hit hip priest
And he's gonna make an appearance.
He's gonna make an appearance.
Was shown in a freakshow early on.
And drunk from small brown bottles since i was so long.
Cause i'm a hip priest
Cause i'm a hip priest
People only need me when they're down and gone to seed.
Cause i'm a hip priest.
Cause i'm a hip priest.
It's appreciation half won.
And they hate their allegiance to hip preacher one.
Hip priest
I got my last clean dirty shirt outta the wardrobe
I got my last clean dirty shirt outta the wardrobe
And all the good people know
That's hip hip hip hip hit hit hit hip priest
All the young groups know
All the young groups know
They can't ever take advantage because i'm a hip priest.
I was as clean as a packet of chocolate chips.
That's hip hip hip hip hit hit hit hip priest
And if the good people knew they would say
He's not appreciated
He's not appreciated
So drink the long draught, dan,
For the hip priest
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8. _ Who Makes The Nazis?
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?
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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?
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9. _ Winter (hostel-maxi) [a Part Of America Therein Version]
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
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10. _ Winter (hostel Maxi)
Entrances uncovered
Street signs you never saw
All entrances delivered
Courtesy winter
You got manny in the library
Working off his hangover 3:30
You get the spleen at 3:15
But it's 3:13
The mad kid walked left-side south-side towards me
He was about 7
His mother was a cleaning lady
She had a large black dog
And the mad kid said:
"gimme the lead
Gimme the lead
Gimme the lead"
I'd just walked past the alcoholics' dry-out house
The lawn was littered with cans of barbican
There was a feminist's austin maxi parked outside
With anti-nicotine anti-nuclear stickers on the side
...on the inside and they didn't even smoke...
Anyway two weeks before the mad kid had said to me
"i'll take both of you on,
I'll take both of you on"
Then he seemed the young one
He had a parka on and a black cardboard archbishop's hat
With a green-fuzz skull and crossbones
He'd just got back from the backward kids' party
Anyway then he seemed the young one
But now he looked like the victim of a pogrom
Entrances uncovered
Street signs you never saw
All entrances delivered
Courtesy winter
Entrances uncovered
All enquiries too
All entrances delivered
Courtesy winter
Winter #2
On the first floor of the dryout house
Was a replica dartboard
And the man on the floor
Sorta went out of window, over the lawn
And round to the mad kid
"please take this medallion,
Please wear this medallion.
It's no sign of authority.
Wear the gold and put it on"
Courtesy winter
(winter)
So [around the] mad kid
Man on the first floor said
"i just looked round
I just looked round
I just looked round
"and my youth it was sold"
Two white doves cross the sky
There fly krakens
And sometimes, that little.....
Makes me tremble
Courtesy winter
The mad kid had 4 lights, the average is 2.5 lights
The mediocre has 2 lights, the sign of genius is three lights
There's one light left, that's the one light
That's the science law
Courtesy winter
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