unknown

I can treat you to visit to coastal pillboxes
I like to delve in destruction, lust and debauches
And i am the one who stamps on all ages
From 16 to 40, over and under
I'm monolithic, and the black ice on the corner


Hiss...hiss...hiss


As all is as one, as all damp on all stone
I hold all time and can induce at once
Jet trains, lead paint, stamps on border forms
Misread easter island, put butter on plague style
Spin complete revolutions and not bat an eyelid
And alter tree-rings so that what you are after
You will not ever find with a surfeit of lumber
And make you imagine from hunger
Bread trees spinning, dripping with butter
Just 6 inches higher than your upstretched middle finger


History of the...


I place minute dust in your microchip vessels
For daring to think all science is immortal
I am the one who'll strike you down at once
For stretching time-bracket, and assuming that what is
Can be maladjusted. a rigid adoption
Of codes you had concocted
I can treat you to visit to coastal pillboxes
And show you all hideous microscope thingies
And hovis set-up in london's psoriasis

Stockings, jokings, 1780's


History of the wo...


I like to delve in destruction, lust and debauches
And i am the one who stamps on all ages
From 16 to 40, over and under


History of the world

The man who's head expanded.



The man whose head expanded was corrupted by mr. sociological
Memory. was corrupted by mr. sociological memory man.
Could not get a carrier bag for love nor money.



The man whose head expanded.
Sounds like hick wap huh? sounds like hick wap huh?
Over. over. over. over.



The man who's head expanded.



The soap opera writer, would follow him around
And use his jewels for t.v. prime time.
The man who's head expanded.


Turn that bloody blimey space invader off!


The man who's head expanded explained:
The scriptwriter would follow him around,
Of this he was convinced. it was no coincidence.
The lager seemed poisoned.
It was no matter of small consequence. no little pub incidence.
A red faced post- 'jolly grapes' would steal his jewels, and put
Them in the mouths of vic. actor fools.
Of this he was convinced.



Sounds like hick wap huh? sounds like a load of mick wap ha?
Over. over. over. over.



The man whose head expanded. the man whose head expanded.



Does not want to appear illiterate.
Crack! crack!
Does not want to appear illiterate.
Crack! crack! crack! crack!



The man who's head expanded. come on with the heraldry.
Add misinterpretation, prerogative.
John kennedy's pulmanesque explained. [pub-asp slyness]



The man who's head diminished. the man who's head
Diminished. sounds like my head, trying to unravel this lot,
I can tell you sparky!

[mig 20 crack]

Zandra
C'mon c'mon c'mon just pack it in


Zandra
Give it up zandra
Everybody you love
Is covered in loot


The world is [old nick/monodic]
It is not your oyster
You cannot collate it
So give up that [dope/dumb] shit


Hello zandra
From the planet redundra


I'm stressed out
I'm talked out

His heart organ was where it should be
His brain was in his arse
His hand was well out of his pocket
His psyche is in the hearth



Has a sneer which was weird
Some time ago
Heard kraftwerk in '81
Has a wasp synthesizer



A real male, make-up as well
Sophisticate
Wasp synthesizer
Didn't get far
In computer teaching job
His dream girl sings adverts for renoir perfume
A fancied wit that's mere imitation of d. bowie
In "man who fell to earth"



Whose causes and rags were phoenix-like
They were vaudevillian-like
They were comfort blanket-type
Do-do in fact
Pho-do in fact
Photo impact



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 "man who fell to earth" "history of the world"
"man who fell to earth" "history of the world, part one"
Twice each at least twice each at least twice each



Mere pseud mag editor's father

(ludd gang, ludd gang..)
Ports, jap, fella, missed, film, swiz, quartz, lorry, back, tread, damn, ludd gang

The housing association
The macdonald's seat
Have prefixed him "frustration"
I'll stick with the gang of one

I'll make a stand with the ludd gang

Carve a hole in the rain for yer
Carve a hole in the rain for yer

Courage my sweet
Courage my sweet
Courage my sweet
It's the quiet like death
It's the choir-ette of death

Carve a hole in the rain for yer
Carve a hole in the rain for yer

I hate the guts of shakin' stevens
For what he has done
The massacre of "blue christmas"
On him i'd like to land one on

But i'll stick with the gang of one
Carve a hole in the rain for yer

Courage my sweet
Courage my sweet
It's a quiet like death
It's the choir-ette of death

The housing association foiled the reign of the rain
For this, macdonald is truly grateful

Cab driver asks why i'm not
At home with my feet put up (campaigns run amok, brick a window, run amok)

Whats, jap, lorry, back, feather, next, bishops, ludd gang

Serial killers were always a bore in my book
Along with retired in winnebagos
Coming up behind ya
At the next kerb
Eye reflections in the rear view mirror
And before the grub comes a moralist


Passable
Passable


Right behind ya
Kids in pubs
Breast fed


And if i ever end up like ian mcshane
Cut my throat with a garden tool
And if i ever end up like bono
Slit my throat with a kitchen knife


Ah! passable!
A past gone mad! x 2


Comin up right behind ya
The lovejoy roadshow
Passable


And if i ever end up like judy collins
Cut my throat with a garden rake
And if i ever end up like u2
Cut my throat with a kitchen tool


Passable
A past gone mad!


Spangles and soccer books
A load of old boring shit

A past gone mad
Marble stone
A past gone mad
Passable!

I lost my temper with a friend
Marked him and treated him with rudeness
And though i tried to make amends
Feel i miss him and walk a dark corridor

Woke up one morning
Doctor buck's letter
Of my own making, i walk a dark corridor of my heart
Hoping one day a door will be ajar
At least so we can recompense
Our betrayal of our hard worn/won(?) friendship
In vulgar and arrogant abeyance
To what was untrue underneath our parlance

I open the envelope, doctor buck's letter
Re: welfare benefits reports

J. mccarthy, approximately 10-15 days
I got down, i was depressed.
It was doctor buck's letter.

Turn the radio on

Doctor buck's letter
Cheer myself up
Put the radio on, get the magazine out
And read about the

Spitting on the streets
Numb heads and feet
Nowhere to go
Won't let us in the shows



'cos we talk about love
And the psycho-mafia
I'm talking 'bout love
And the psycho-mafia



No soul in the discos
No rock in the clubs
Won't let us in the pubs
And the city joys



Going on about love
And the psycho-mafia
I'm talking about love
And the psycho-mafia



Psycho-mafia
Psycho-mafia
'cho mafia
'cho mafia



Spitting on the streets
Shot heads and teeth
Our eyes are red
Our brains are dead



Going on about drugs
Psycho-mafia
I'm talking about love
Psycho-mafia

All that is gone is shredded by the auto-man
The glass ceiling it did shake and then it did undulate
Don't take the pizza off me
Slumber i told yer


Don't take the pizza off me


Birmingham nonsense from city there once was bronze
Qed each day
Qed is quid each day


Don't take the pizza off me
Don't take it...


Your brain splits each day from information anxiety
From me pinch i cringe
You dopey randy acid clone


Don't take the pizza off me


Slash fat cats
See vamp watch out
Get rid of straight away


Don't take the pizza off me
Don't pick up mind track

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.... . . . . . . . . .

Laughing now?
You happy now?

As the senile morons who run klf [flats/blast]
Klf [flats/blast] in their brains

Pumpkin head escapes
Pumpkin head escapes

We're coming, we're coming, leo
We're coming, we're coming, leo

But you will not appreciate anything on your life
Until your life veers straight to the cross
Full autobiograph self-pity crap

Searching now, you happy now x4

We're coming, we're coming, leo x3

They shall be filled with grit, curry and karoke *

We are do-nowts
We are do-nowts

Happy now?

You happy now x3

Pumpkin head escapes
Pumpkin head escapes

We're coming, we're coming, leo
We're coming, we're coming, leo

Smell, clogged up the trains
We are not adults
We are crusty mystics

Laughing now?
You happy now?
Laughing now?
You happy now?

We're coming, we're coming, leo x3

Dear gormless, go about your business
A nightmarish scheme of horrendous proportions

I, as the producer, think the dark crystal moon looked blue faced into my snatch

I'm eternally grateful
To my past influences
But they will not free me
I am not diseased
All the people ask me
How i wrote "elastic man"*



Life should be full of strangeness
Like a rich painting
But it gets worse day by day
I'm a potential dj
A creeping wreck
A mental wretch
Everybody asks me
How i wrote "elastic man"



His soul hurts though it's well filled up
The praise received is mentally sent back
Or taken apart
The observer magazine just about sums him up
E.g. self-satisfied, smug



I'm living a fake
People say, "you are entitled to and great."
But i haven't wrote for 90 days
I'll get a good deal and i'll go away
Away from the empty brains that ask
How i wrote "elastic man"



His last work was "space mystery" in the daily mail,
An article in leather thighs
The only thing real is waking and rubbing your eyes
So i'm resigned to bed
I keep bottles and comics stuffed by its head
Fuck it, let the beard grow
I'm too tired,
I'll do it tomorrow
The fridge is sparse
But in the town
They'll stop me in the shops
Verily they'll track me down
Touch my shoulder and ignore my dumb mission
And sick red faced smile
And they will ask me
And they will ask me
How i wrote "elastic man"

You cannot legislate against wrongful encouagement


You'll hear my words
On the winds 'cross the sand
If you should return
To that black barren land that bears the name of xanadu

First without hope was our love
Then i saw it was lost from the start
It was the jewel that was nestling in the heart of xanadu

And the footprints leave their traces
Only shadows move in places where we used to go
And the buildings open to the sky
All echo to the sky as if to show
Our love was for a day
And soon to pass away in xanadu
In xanadu
On holiday


In xanadu, in xanadu, in xanadu


What was it to you that a man laid down his life for your love?
Were those clear eyes of yours ever filled with pain and grief?
Did you ever give yourself to one man in this whole wide world?
You left me but you will find your way back
To that black barren land that bears the name of xanadu

You'll hear my voice cross the winds on the sand
If you should return
To xanadu, to xanadu, to xanadu
To xanadu

Day by day.
The moon gains on me.
Day by day.
The moon gains on me.



Purchased pair of flabby wings.
I took to doing some hovering.
Here is a list of incorrect things.



Hovered mid-air outside a study.
An academic needed his chin,
Sent in the dust of some cheap magazines.
His academic rust, could not burn them up.



Recruited some gremlins.
To get me clear of the airline routes.
I paid them off with stuffing from my wings.
They had some fun with those cheapo airline snobs.



The stuffing loss made me hit a timelock.
I ended up in the eighteen sixties.
I've been there for one hundred and twenty five years.
A small alteration of the past. can turn time into space.



Ended up under ardwick bridge.
With some veterans from the u.s. civil war.
They were under irish patronage.
We shot dead a stupid sergeant,
But i got hit in the crossfire.
The lucky hit made me hit a time lock.



But, when i got back.
The place i made the purchase, no longer exists
I'd erased it under the bridge.



Day by day.
The moon came towards me
By such things.
The moon came towards me.



So now i sleep in ditches.
And hide away from nosey kids.
The wings rot and feather under me.
The wings rot and curl right under me.
A small alteration of the past.
Can turn time into space.
Small touches can alter more than a mere decade.



Wings x 17.

Right noise.
We're gonna get real speedy
You gotta wear black all the time
You're gonna make it on your own.



Cos we dig
Cos we dig
We dig
We dig repetition
We dig repetition
We've repetition in the music
And we're never going to lose it.



All you daughters and sons
Who are sick of fancy music
We dig repetition
Repetition on the drums
And we're never going to lose it.



This is the three r's
The three r's:
Repetition, repetition, repetition



Oh mental hospitals
Oh mental hospitals
They put electrodes in your brain
And you're never the same
You don't dig repetition
You don't love repetition



Repetition in the music and we're never going to loose it



President carter loves repetition
Chairman mao he dug repetition



Repetition in china
Repetition in america
Repetition in west germany
Simultaneous suicides



We dig it, we dig it,
We dig it, we dig it



Repetition, repetition, repetition
Repetition, repetition, regal zonophone


There is no hesitation
This is your situation
Continue a blank generation
Blank generation
Same old blank generation
Groovy blank generation
Swinging blank generation



Repetition, repetition, repetition....

The commerce is over
Peace is the plan
I wonder how long will it last
When izzy and bizzy and boney(?) began
We wondered how long they would last


Chuff had a cough
And cold in his snout
Letter


Horror error
Error horror
Horror error
Horror error


Man's prog fanatic
Or as italians say it:


Error orror
Error orror


Please take our free morons
And give us all worship


And with ... shakespeare...


Horror error
Horror error
Horror error


Give them our hybrids
Give us the birds
What they moan on about
The hypocrites could not scare them, son
I will take the shakespeare

Orror orror

These are the words of expectation
These are the words of success, expectation
From a pleasing mug
From a pleasing pan
Every now and then i would like to try something like this
It is the modicum of my career
[i would like at the bottom of my..]



These are the words of expectation
These are the words of success, expectation
[middle right or to the left
I have tears i shed tears
And i am here to enable everybody..]
The whole world is large, and whatever it is
The whole trend is effective
Whether middle, right or to the left
I have tears, i shed fears, i have tears, i have fears
And i am here to enable everybody to say yes, no
Or i don't know even
Like leicester polytechnic
Is scheisse, is scheisse



These are the words of success, expectation
These are the words of dead direction
[clubs for the storks
The vision is top of the clubs
Paddy mcginty's goat]
I would like deep down
At the bottom of my odour, lingering, my heart and soul
To see the government wrecked
And my lps roll
[the government's right and my lps wrong]



These are the words of success, expectation
These are the words of complete disorientation
Think of him i was in a fix
But i show you now get out of it
Looks like an awol predic.
But i'll worm worm right out of it
I'm the head wrangler



Day will come and it won't be long
When the roof of my mouth sticks to the tip of my tongue
I'm the head wrangler



The trials drawn out and long
When the cell door slams i won't be the one
I'm the head wrangler



I'm proud of the way i've avoided prison
If we carry on like this we're gonna end up like king crimson
I'm the head wrangler



To please is a curse, and worse
At parties i'm bitter
Get presented
Am bitter - a civilian policeman
Five smiles - i'm bitter
Get presented
With the pence, the reckless pence
Go to aid halifax copter
To please is the curse and nurse
To please is the curse at worst
I'm the head wrangler



Think of him i was in a fix
But i'll show you now get out of it
Looks like an awol predicament
But i'll worm my way right out of it
I'm the head wrangler



These are the words of dead direction



Wrap it up.

I'm totally wired. totally wired. i'm totally wired. totally
Wired.



Can't you see? a butterfly stomach round ground. i drank
A jar of coffee, and i took some of these.



And i'm totally wired. totally wired. i'm totally wired. totally
Wired.



Life leaves you surprised.
Slaps you in the eyes.
If i were a communist, a rich man would bale me.
The opposite applies.
The morning light.
Another fresh fight.
Another row, right, right, right, right.



And i'm totally wired. jjjust totally wired. i'm
Totally biased. totally wired.



You don't have to be weird to be wired.
You don't have to be an american brand.
You don't have to be strange to be strangled.
You don't have to be weird to be wrangled.



But i'm totally wired. totally wired. jjjust totally
Wired. i'm totally wired.



My heart and i agree. my heart and i agree.
I'm irate, peeved, irate, peeved,
Irate, bad state. bad state.



Cos i'm totally wired. totally wired. jjjust totally
Wired. totally wired. and i'm always worried. and i'm always
Worried. and i'm always worried. and i'm always worried.

It's hard to live in the country
In the present state of things
Your body gets pulled right back
You get a terrible urge to drink



At three a.m.
The stick people recede
The locals get up your nose
And leather soles stick on cobble stones



It's hard to live in the country
It has a delicate ring
Nymphette new romantics come over the hill
It gets a bit depressing



Paper local
Drunken scandal
Publish your address as well
Locals surround where you dwell
Old ladies confiscate your gate railings
For government campaigns



Its tough in home country
Councils hold the ring
D. bowie look-alikes
Permeate car parks
Grab the churches while you can
Portaloos
Yellow cabins by methodist doors
New jersey car parks permeated by
D. bowie sound-alikes



It's good to live in the country
You can get down to real thinking
Walk around look at geometric tracery
Hedgehogs skirt around your leathered soles
Fall down drunk on the road
It's good to live in the country



Look at yourself as a man
The valley rings with ice-cream vans
It's good to live in the country



Leather soles stick on precinct flagstones
Small up town americas like your outskirt town



The villagers
Are surrounding the house
The locals have come for their due
It's hard to live in the country

I cannot account for this village bug. smoke hangs like cloud of slugs.

Gossip spreads. in institution domain. but outside, what could mean much?

Otside (sic). this would make a universal mug. so, i prefer village bug, very much.

Old man, young man
Preacher saying amen
Taking up collection
Playing on a bass drum
How come the city it never sleeps at night


Red cars, blue cars
Payment overdue cars
Cops with indigestion
Billionaires and some bums
How come the city it never sleeps at night
How come the city it never sleeps at night

Short girls, tall girls
Happy that they're all girls
Walking with some nice man
Holding hands and then some
How come the city it never sleeps at night

Good guys, bad guys
Millionaires and show guys
Losers with their hands out
Patients begging breadcrumb
How come the city it never sleeps at night
The city it never sleeps at night

Long night, short night
Big hellos and goodbyes
Dreams of conversation
Not a single ho-hum
How come the city it never sleeps at night


Old man, young man
Preacher saying amen
Taking up collection
Playing on a bass drum
How come the city it never sleeps at night


It never sleeps at night

Hey - don't you want - to be caught
Hey - don't you want - to be caught
Unbrainwash - today
October - gives way - to christmas
January...
Calendar
What gets in the way
It was a very - good - month - last week
What gets in the way
Your mirrors are dissolving today


The last - three weeks -
Were the great month of february
Calendar

Do not fret, rest your head, jesus had no fear
Do not fret, rest your head, xmas time is here


Castle in the snow, southern white sign
No explanation for the lights
Empires were tumbling, pity the people in the desert
Jesus did
Pity the people who had too much dessert


Jesus
Big old nice old house
It's christmas
In old english village
Jesus
It's that time again
It's christmas
And those films again


Born in a barn
Surrounded by animals
No set amount to the number of diseases
Died at the age of 33
Which is as good a time as any
White outside
Bowl of light glows
Slow marks of the humble
Wrong shall fail and the right prevail


House of gold
Castle in the snow

Hands up, i can't do that
Wait till tomorrow
Pretends to think a lot
Not user friendly



So when we go in a second
What does that mean to you?
You take her from the back
We're so respectable


But i'm entitled
Entitled


Why can you not relax
When i'm behind you?
I don't make passes from the back
Is it something usual?



To be so entitled
Entitled


Remember with this photograph
Take care of photograph
Drowned in plastic
You've got good reason to laugh



Give up, i can't do that
Wait until tomorrow
My reputation's in tatters
Where does that leave you?



Disentitled.

Do y'know what you look like
Before you go out?

But i say happy memories
Leave a bitter taste
I need a good brainwash agent
To cut out this present shout of:

Do y'know what you look like
Before you go out?

That's why you eat crap food
That's why nobody talks to you
That's why you messed up everything you do

Do y'know what you look like
Before you go out?
Look know
Look

He was the first one to wear a flying jacket and go to a club
And she has the general policy of not being seen dead in a pub
Straight-leg jeans when she goes out
There's a microbe attached to their brains that itches
And gives a morning shout

Do y'know what you look like
Before you go out?

But i say happy memories leave a bitter taste
I got a prison in me
Our bodies weren't made for times like these
I always have a wash
And that's enough

Do y'know what you look like
Before you go out?

You gotta know what you look like nowadays
Before you go out
Or some existential crap will write about you
They say don't drink alcohol!
You gotta know what you look like, oh!
Before you go out
Know, look, look

But i say get it down yer neck
Ein beer
And i will you and you attack attack
Pure satre food
Catchment club

Do y'know what you look like
Before you go out?

With all the fashions you filched off faggots
With all the fashions you filched off faggots

Do y'know what you look like
Before you go out?

Here's health!

Got a reason to live, got a reason
For brains, butterflies for brains


That's it
Whizz bang butterflies for brains
She's got
Whizz bang butterflies for brains


Would walk ten country miles
In a fat person's moccasin
Butterflies for brains


It comes, ....
Has got, ....


The four of us are dying
I'm very concerned about school buildings
Got a reason to live, got black-cloud aura


She's got....
Here it is....
That's it....

Simon, dave and john
They work the dayshift
I think i'll help them
I'll help where i can
Astral virus infecting all of us
We are a health risk
Simon, dave and john
I'm rooting for you all the way
I agree with everything you say
Superblonde
Middle class revolt
Listen to what i'm saying
Get it on for simon, dave and john
The holy trinity
Dayshift
I'll help where i can
Simon, dave and john
I'm rooting for you all
All the way
I agree with everything you say
Simon, dave and john
Superblonde
Simon, dave and john
The holy trinity

When the off license asks
I've been 2 months
Checks the crack
On their forehead
Should comb a hair
Over that



And these czech shoes
Are a bloody reminder
And this town
Is not much different
The clothes, the stooped appearance



Over the hill
Goes killer civil servant



I still remember
The white leafy border
The scheiss in winter



Over the hill
Goes killer civil servant



There's a song she had before
Borough town
That had the snappy rejoinder



Who's there?
What's wrong?
Clear off!

Two swans in front of his eyes
Colored balls in front of his eyes
It's number one for his kelly's eye
Treble-six right over his eye



A big shot's voice in his ears
Worlds of silence in his ears
All the numbers account for years
Checks the cards through eyes of tears



Bingo-master's breakout!



All he sees is the back of chairs
In the mirror, a lack of hairs
A light room, which he fills out
Hear the players all shout



Bingo-master's breakout!



A glass of lager in his hand
Silver microphone in his hand
Wasting time in numbers and rhyme
One hundred blank faces buy



Bingo-master's breakout!



Came the time he flipped his lid
Came the time he flipped his lid
Holiday in spain fell through
Players put it down to



Bingo-master's breakout



A hall full of cards left unfilled
Ended his life with wine and pills
There's a grave somewhere only partly filled
A sign in a graveyard on a hill reads



Bingo-master's breakout

I'm totally wired.
Can't you see?
I'm totally wired.



Can't you see?
My butterfly stomach
Growls growls
I drank a jar of coffee
Then i took some of these



And now i'm totally wired.



Life leaves you surprised.
Slaps you in the eyes
And i was a communist
A rich man would bail me.
The opposite applies.
The morning light
Another fresh fight
Another row
Right right right right



And i'm totally wired.



You don't have to be weird to be wired
You don't have to be an american to be strange
You don't have to be strange to be strange
You don't have to be weird to be weird.



I'm totally wired.



My heart and i agree.



I'm always worried.

Good man, lend a hand
Help me to deal with some scum
Who are only in their late teens
But i hate their existence
They think 3 on 1
A normal thing
Network 7 encouraged them
But tonight they picked the wrong man


Squid lord
Revenge
Vast
Just
His intelligence
Spreads

[extra verse on peel session:

Number one squat with grey turnup jeans
Stuck up white hairstyle
Obviously sheep shag mill town
Squid lord revenge
Just his intelligence vast]


The second one is a streak of piss
Leave me alone with him
His blindness will be fun
But it won't make a difference


Squid lord
Vast
Just
His intelligence


The third one stood behind
Held my arms
But in the hospital
His bed will be in a draught
A geriatric germ-well
I curse his family and wish them poor
But he'll have time to dwell
On squid revenge, cooped-up
In 3 months of pure hell


Squid lord
Vast
Just
His tentacles
Spread


Good man, lend a hand
Help me clear this mess
Give me back the law it took from my life
Give me back the pride of my class
This scum are just a morass


Squid lord
Revenge
Vast
Just
His intelligence

My boys take what i say
Do it the studio way
New equipment all clean
New gear
Clothes mean
I answer and take the calls
No trouble with the law
Turn it up for interviewers
Oh yeah prime movers
I wonder what is next year's thing?
Crash smash crash ring


They've got another side
Pop heroes of the mind
While you suckers queue or work
Money for us and play it up
We have never sold out
Spent hours on a clever act
Phoney advertising quotes that make you buy some raise your hopes
That it's the new leather thing
Crash smash crash ring


The broken backs of the real bands
A million closed minds
Weep for the old glam
Year of the average man
The worst died because of you
Along with some others too
Erasing off our rainbows
We are men, we have big toes!
It's the new leather thing
Crash smash crash ring


Houdini believed his tricks
That is why he died
Oh i'm not coming out
There may be a film on tonight
Or eliot's untouchables
As for new hotels
Look like science fiction films or revival gothic pigswill
Watch the skies, what to think
Crash smash crash ring
[bramah:] rocket! / rock it!


It's the new leather thing
Ba ba ba doo.....
New leather thing

Yow!

The leicester yop, tep, instructor
Emerged from corridor
His state-subsidized cannabis haze
Moved reptilian in its all-levelling routine



I said to him
It's about time you started thinking
About the black dog on your back
Said it's about time you started thinking
About the rerun which is your life
Moveable backdrop



The backdrop shifted and changed



The manchester regiment of the stuarts
Would not tread on your patch
Got nearly down to derby you know
Was stopped by stinking billy
And rode a racing horse which i had liberated
From a tyneside morgue



I said to the men
It's about time you started thinking
About the black dog on your back
It's about time you started thinking
About the void in your life
A military prison or worse
The backdrop shifted and changed



The semite man's home is full of sperm
And pulled down
His mezuzah was kicked around
As i did it i said to them



The backdrop shifted and changed
So did not even know what song it was
What it was



Who put the yellow pills in the gordon's gin?
The backdrop shifted and changed
Until did not even know
When the lot come up
Bomb-hole in our schedule



Who put the yellow pills in the gordon's gin?
The backdrop shifted and changed
Till the reptillian tep instructor merged
With stinking billy's morass of flesh
And the yorkies drifted
1902 metropole
The yorkies [ripley yorks] shifted and drifted
I said to them



The backdrop shifted and changed
And this was the fall
Goodnight

The ward was arraigned with spats of blood.
The victim, castigate, and yet, part of us.
The thoughts in eyes as seen under a hood
Burned in my own eyes and in my blood!
Mark'll sink us.



A message mesmerized, on all english breath,
The crux pretty grasped, but mostly misunderstood.
Mark'll sink us.



I am desolate. i live the black and blue of the night.
Friend depression comes now and again once in a blue moon.
It points backwards thus:
Mark'll sink us.

Conversation with ham a. circa: post house motel.



Australians in europe x 6
Never ever breathe
Australians in europe
Get a whiff of air and helium to breathe.*
Australians in europe x 2
Higher! australians in europe x 3



Think.
Why did the great grandad leave?
Australians in europe never see.
He was consigned to a boat, after using a huge great cleaver.



Australians in europe x 4 never ever.......................
B.r.e.a.t.h.e.
Australians your biggest things rejected,
I have ever seen.
Because the boys use a map and they live in berlin.
Your like a pair of dogs loose in mcgregor's kiln,
You know shit.
Australians in europe x 5
Wake up and suss the scene.
You'd better leave them parents, and try hamburg to berlin.
Your just a bloody twister, so who do you think your foolin.
Australians in europe

Aborteum.
I said luciani
The future's here today
I said hey luciani
Pope of three three days



They made out you were are an ultra nut
And had no time for your christianity
You paid with your life for their treachery
The future's here today
The future's here to stay
Luciani



Hey luciani
Jesus has gone away
I said hey luciani
Meet the church, bank, s.a.**



They said you were of peasant stock
And one day the curia murdered you
Your hermeneutics are through
And on that fruited plain
The corporate bishop's graze
Exit church of poverty and pain
The future's here today
The future's here to stay



Hey luciani
A pop star in your cell
I said hey luciani
A polish son of hell



You were the first john paul i
How is it your 'christian' is gone?
Can you see it from your grave?
The tv snow-storm on top,
The brass holy grail
Imitation for sale
The future's here today
Luciani



And all the cowls are black
On an inquisition rack
The future's here today
The future's here to stay
Luciani

And note of your own choice, boys and girls

Inadequate planters, methadone stubbies
You got energy vampires
More hands on the tranquillisers

An unholy alliance
And jokes about faith
Give me another drink
You're as strong as your weakest link

A mess of my age
A mess of my race
A mess of our radio

I remember the times
This was a beginning
Of a permissive new age
But it's the same old cabbage

A mess of my age
A mess of our race
A mess of our our our our

[megaphone bit]

I don't look at myself
I have no health
Take no notice of me
I probably work for a record company

A mess of our age
A mess of my taste
A mess of our nervous systems

Cowering mockers
The company money's ran out
To longer hot properties
Get back in their closets

A mess of my age
A mess of my race
Fill the rest in yourself

Hey-ahmmmmmm!
Hup!
Dictum:
Shout! wey! [etc.]
Convicts are out
And the security are in
I just can't seem to plug myself in
Myself in
Mob equals roam
Ring your answer
Dry hump
Clip clop
Appliances are broken
Nobody around to fix them
I just can't seem to plug myself in
Myself in
Myself in

[etc.]

A round of lilac proposed coloured droplets
And sweet molasses
Droplets
Spacebag
Jet-lag