This Natio

Odeon
Sky
Uncanny
Bushes are in disagreement with the heat

L.a.

Uncanny
Person
They have filled boulevards with white snow, scum-ball

L.a.

This is my happening and it freaks me out

All those whose mind entitles themselves,
And whose main entitle is themselves,
Shall feel the wrath of my bombast!



Clanging in my heart.
Bastard! idiot!



Feel the wrath of my bombast!



Bastard idiot!
Feel the wrath.
Those who dare mix real life with politics
And go on regardless of the..of the discoveries
Will feel the wrath of bombast
Clanging in my heart



All those whose mind entitles themselves
And whose main entitle is themselves
Shall feel the wrath of my bombast!

It had taken her a long time
Suddenly back on its own
To sit, friendless & alone
She is friendless and alone
I'm a vixen on its own



The triple gang & the throng
Did not feel helpless or alone


The vixen got no friends
She needs a poison pen
Even in switzerland
The people cry "vixen"



Silver cross, all alone
The bird had flown
With their omen they'll fly
Had flown, silver cross
All alone
(so millions were broken hearted)
All alone, with no home
It's all alone



And some night, wind moves the leaves
They pick themselves up & run
Perhaps all that night possessed no way of telling time


It had taken her a long time
Suddenly back on its own
To sit, friendless & alone
She is friendless and alone
A man's trust, [appalling/a pole in] debt
To sit friendless and alone
With no home, with no home
Vixen's got no home
She is friendless and alone
A long time on its own
It shone around her
Triple gang

We go two, twice all the way round those things
Two high ones, two low ones, yeah
Right man

Man stopped us at corner
He had a bloody nose
And then he opened his denim jacket
It was under his vest made out of tracing paper
Chest scars portrayed aztec life in his horrible...

...formation really late. main sequence stars were no good for making carbon in this way. red giant stars...

...[surplayed].
Disfigured in a lady, tedious
Was over accountant's and on business
Then i woke up and i decided to recommence my diary
Then i read paula yates on vision cokeheads
Then i found out we were not going to italy
Later mam said 'those continentals are little monkeys'
And yesterday we has liver and sausage over

And sometimes they say 'hey mark you're spoiling all the paintwork'
And sometimes they say 'your thumbprints are on the paintwork'

Distractors, post-doctors behind come in
Dressed in suits, grow talons
Everyone clenched plaits horror

And sometimes they say...

And sometimes i feel like saying
This is bloody newark
Or some drive-in slap place
In breda and in cologne
With the shirt [on/off]
Sun in vicinity
As if i hadn't done 10 month's service
In the usa
On media guts
[it circles is] where i start

And sometimes they say...

And i think
If i'd wanted to live in holland
And if i'd wanted to be lived in
I'd have packed up and pissed off
When i was 16
A [swiss good ass/as/at] this lousy business
Was the last thing i was ever imagining

Hey mark, why can't i live in england?

[the end of shoes, all warehouse shoe/you've got
Cheap new one, the target is too yahoo
And take over all the desparate
I'll take over discussion and
....humanely regular colours over...
...engineered oxidate zeppelin
Old world style, old man only juke box caught
All power jets on....spectacular facets]

And sometimes they say....
Hey, you're fucking up the paintwork

What is this thing they're so hard-assed about?

I thought i lived in england

I'm telling you now and i'm telling you this
Life can be an onward, downward
Chip-chit-chip-chit-chip

I'm not saying they're really thick
But all the groups who've hit it big
Make the kane gang look like
An einstein chip
Chip
Nyc
Chip
A place to live
Chip
This is the thule group.
This is the cool group.
I'm telling you now and i'm telling you this.

Shawn and [the chewer/petula], macabre
Here are your wedding pictures
They are black
Stick it in the gut
Stick in the mud.
Boffins bray
Boffins brag
Stick it in the gut
Stick in the mud.

They take from the medium poor to
Give to the needy poor
Via the government poor
Give it to the poor poor
They're knocking on my door
Entrance
Entranced

Stick it in the mud
Stick it in the gut

Cheap fog
Cheap fog
Rotting scout-belt
Stick it in the gut

Who are the riff-makers.
Who are they really?
How old are the stars really?
Half-wit philanthropist, cosy charity gig
If god could see this
He'd stick it
They stick it in the gut
Cheap fog
Rotting scout-belt

Stick it in the gut
Stay in the mud
They take it from the medium poor
To give it to the medium poor
Via the government poor
And give it to the poor poor
Stick it in the gut
Red composite
Wealthy philanthropist
You son of a bitch



Entranced
Entrance
Entranced



Stick in the mud
Stick it in the gut



I'm telling you now
And i'm telling you this,
Life can be a downward chip.

Generous, valeric, jehovah's witness
Stands in cologne marktplatz
Drums come in
When the drums come in fast
Drums to shock, into brass evil



What have you got in that paper bag?
Is it a dose of vitamin c?
Ain't got no time for western medicine
I am damo suzuki



The fuck-up like red acid rain
Give it to me daki every day
Who is mr. karlheinz stockhausen?
Introduce me
I'm damo suzuki



Soundtracks, soundtracks
Melched together, the lights
The lights above you



Listener was in cahoots with fritz lieber
And read him every day
Recipe for fear gas, amount of salt ash
I put by [cup of] meine fire, okay
I have no time for western medicine
I am damo suzuki



May we go back to days pre-virgin
Cannot get on clear vinyl
The handle that was brass, is now brass evil
The rock that was an egg, is in wrong cradle
The hand that cradles the rock, makes egg gooey
I am damo suzuki



Is this west latent pattern?
Run it, says damo's spirit
Is this lesser european?
Speak it, says damo's spirit
I am damo suzuki

Full credit
Everyday you have to die some
Everyday you have to cry some
For the rumour
All the good times are past and gone
Wipe the tears from your eyes son

On the landing
They found
Full credit
In the bathroom the presence was luminous


Everyday you have to die some
Everyday you have to cry some
All the good times are past and gone....

On the landing they found full credit
In the bathroom the presence was illuminous