Shift-work

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

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

It's springtime but i still miss the streets at dawn
And in the morning walking your bridges home
As i sit and stare at all of england's souls
I tell you something
I wish i was in edinburgh



I don't mind being by myself
Don't wanta be anywhere else
Just wanna be in edinburgh
I wish i was an edinburgh man



You can leave me on the shelf
I'm an edinburgh man myself
I will always give you help



It's summertime but i still miss your skies so clear
Sitting and staring on a beach somewhere
I'll tell you something
I wish i was in edinburgh



Don't give a toss about private wealth
And history just repeats itself
Keep me away from the festival
And just give me a warm quarter-gill*



They say you project yourself
But i'm an edinburgh man myself



It's wintertime and i still see the cobble stones
Clacking over your streets at dawn
I was really poor since i left edinburgh



I'm ok just by myself
Cause our miserable king won't protect us from ourselves
How i wish i was in edinburgh
How i wish i was in edinburgh



I was always in good health
I'm an edinburgh man myself
I will always give you help
I'm an edinburgh man myself

Desperate for entertainment
So i turn the tv on
There's people jumping up and down
Then they have the panel on
And they talk a lot of wind
They talk a lot of wind



Then they have the weatherman on
He used to teach all our friends
He talked a lot of wind
He talks a lot about wind



Then they have carl lewis on
He's got a ponytail and he's a vegan
He talks a lot of wind
He talks a lot about wind



I turn the tragic lantern on
It's a program 'good morning'*
It's a lot of wind
They talk a lot about wind



I'm real sick and in distress
I got octagonals in my eyelids
From watching all that wind
I get horrible horrible horrible dreams
So i ring the tv line and get a lot of wind
They talk a lot of wind



You see them selling carpets
You see them in the shops
You see them on the kids programs
And they talk a lot of wind



Oh the boredom in my bones
From belching a lot of wind
They talk a lot about wind
They talk a lot about wind



I gotta forget about the wind
Has a lot of nerve
To talk a lot about wind



There's a roly-poly, roly-poly man
He's got a yak haircut (dick, dick, dick)
They talk a lot about wind

In north carolina way back in the hills
Lived my pappy and he had him a still
He brewed white lightning 'til the sun go down
Then he'd get out a jug and pass it around


Mighty mighty pleasin'
Poppa kept a-squeezin' and called it
White lightning


G-men, t-men, revenue too
Searching for the place where he made his brew
They were lookin' tryna book him
But my pappy kept a-cookin' it
White lightning


I asked my pappy why he called the brew
White lightning's full of morning dew
Took one sip then i knew
When my eyes bulged out and my face turned blue


A city slicker came and said "i'm mighty tough,
I wanna get a taste of the powerful stuff"
Took one slug and drank it right down
And i heard him moaning as he hit the ground

Shout!

You haven't found it yet,
Haven't found it yet.



Look at the glass, turn your head
You haven't found it yet.
Moving down the lane inside
It's flashy camden town
It's that london lyric again
You haven't found it yet.



Impulses crowd your head
Too much to be absorbed
You're into the top shackle
Mental saw-down of your head.*
Which bemoans a simple fact.
You haven't found it yet.



It seemed so clear in bed
It's dark but your legs, they are dead
Your pen is encombed in mattress
You're not going to get it yet
You haven't found it yet



You're dying but still warm
Put this writing on your tomb
Spit out with dying breath
You haven't found it yet.



I dictate
Transcribe
Relations
Dear cousin
It's destiny.

The grist that curtails the mill
Shall make us strong

Idiot groups with no shape or form
Out of their heads on a quid of blow
The shapeless kecks* flapping up a storm
Look at what they are: a pack of worms



Idiot joy showland



The nylon leaves are falling
From the twisted shell of your cranium
Your mystic jump suits cannot hide
Your competitive plagiarism



Idiot joy showland



Freddie and the dreamers, come on up
Hey you imitators, come on up
Hey little singer, come on up
Show us your house and
Show us your cock
The working class has been shafted
So what the fuck you sneering at?
Your prerogative in life it seems
Is living out an ad man's dream



Idiot joy showland



California has disneyland
And blackpool has a funland
And flanders had no man's land
This place idiot show bands



Idiot joy showland



And now microcosms come and go
And it's amazing what they show
Your sportsmen's tears are laudanum
Idiot joy showland



The locusts are all queuing in
For idiot joy showland
Idiot joy