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

Couldn't get ahead
I just couldn't get ahead


Come out of pub, the shop is closed
Come out of pub, harry wants to know
When the next bus is
I said five or ten minutes
I had my change in my hands
The bus flashes past.
My hands are caught



Couldn't get ahead. i just couldn't get ahead.



In a week, earned money for month
Got all my jobs done
My eyelids were sick of it
Gist was i could sleep for a day?
But bad bills have no respect for a decent man's rest
Flopping on the doorstep
Outlined in color red



Couldn't get ahead. just couldn't get ahead.



On an asiatic plane with wings not of the grain
Toilet queue was endless
Couldn't get a beer
The hostesses were muslims
When i get in toilet,
Light flashes: "return to seat."
I feared withdrawal
And i feared beer was making sludge of my head.



Couldn't get ahead. just couldn't get ahead.



Now my problems are solved
It's a remedy of old
I pretend i'm blind you see
Put on some armani clothes
And act like et
Where i'm at is a cabbage patch,
No longer strewn with weeds
Have a ghandi at me
Colour mags wish me well
No more, no get ahead.



Couldn't get ahead. just couldn't get ahead.

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