Wonderful And Frightening World Of The Fall

Mes: it's good that one innit. what is it?
Bes: it's something i'm working on
Mes: right


Couldn't handle, had to be
I turned on us tv
Early empires sleeping, pacific time frame
Redhead skinny with back leg-brace
He danced behind a singer
Who sung just like god box



Chorus:
God box
Gimme god box
I say god box
God box, early
Tube stop, lazy
Cut off, early
God box
Gimme god box
I said
God box
Narco tube stops
Gimme god box



I was taken under the sea
The water coming in over me
I'm gulping water under the lake
Oh my god give me sleep, inundate



Chorus



Thousand evils indefinitely
Wonb shapes by a cold sea
At 9, uk time
We dropped off before god box documentary

Neighbour downstairs with one eye
Co-habs with a mass of blonde curls
Ooo-ar
T'pau
(mind moving fast is mad
Mind moving slow is sane)
It's [granpathy] fits set on eyes
[mazim] peculiar tan
He sports the maroon flares



Mind moving slow is sane
Mind moving fast is mad
Mind left stopped he's got



Writer in bed insane
Clutches pen in hand
The scrawl he wrote



Neighbour downstairs with one eye
Co-habs with a mass of blonde curls
Her shadow face



Mind moving slow is sane
Mind moving fast is mad
Mind left stopped he's got



Neighbour downstairs with one eye
Co-habs with a mass of blonde curls
Their babe cries

He was agin the rich
He was agin the poor
He was against all trepidation



He was agin the rich
On the loose again
He was agin the rich



There's a new fiend on the loose
On the back of the exhaust clip
Clipped on rich and poor alike
Come to roost again once more



Ol' nick doesn't go from digs to digs no more
Hit him on the head with a 2 by 4
Nowadays he has a georgian glazed porch



Used table leg to club son in law



New fiend in your home again
He said show me my quarters and glasses



There's a new fiend on the loose
Jolting in his tradition
It's a fear of the obtuse
He's got patents on the moaning

The day the dream went right back to base
There was blood on the ground
Blood on the sand
Blood all around
Tracks of the ride of the bright murder hawk
The day the dream debased and went home
And the people did mill to those adrenaline rails
And everything stopped



The nurses climbed up
Our face paled
And there was no doubt at all
No two ways about it
Was the day disney's dream debased



Saw a mouse, who flapped at my wife
And she told him what
And she told him what had gone down
Who then did not know the extent of the show
The people had [died/gave?] in the mouth of their ride



Disney



And dopey and mickey, brer and pluto
Secretly prayed
And there was no doubt at all
No two ways about it
Was the day disney's dream debased



Disney



Dark glasses on western union
Man the gates
The dream, an innocent meets her fate
Far away from appalachia and the city hate
The day x3



When there was no doubt at all
No maybe about it
It was the day the dream debased



Disney



I remembered it from
The back of my mind
The tune that i wrote
In fallen dreams
Anthem to
Creator of all that had stopped



So there was no doubt at all
No two ways about it
It was the day the dream debased

It was a thing with a head like a spud ball
It was a song, the song we were looking for



I always have to state to myself
It has nothing to do with me
He has nothing
He is not me
(his vendetta parchment)



Floating grey abundance
Against my palace of conscience
(our hero deeply loved
Moonlit walked past privet and wide-leaved foliage)



I'll tell you of the rats in this world
Fawning in place with the face
Men coming between each other
For the sake of a two-minute urge
(it is headless)
Worth $5 in london
And cursed anon.
Our hero, still deeply loved
Moonlit walks past privet and wide leaved
It was no more a net of mesh
It was class
He did not blink a lid
He braced his self-imposed gorgeous adult net
And breeze
And it was class
And no no-man's land
Ever had this?

Their follies are strong liberation

Said i ain't no millionaire
But i spent more money than one ever seen
I'm gonna change that scene one day
It's what you're supposed to say
Hey hey hey hey



Can't get far in land of immovable frogs
Can't get far in home of horrible hoax
And you don't last long on a diet of tea and toast



Hey hey hey
And i'm singing the song cause i copped it baby
I steal what i have



Confessions confessions
Bring detractors
Keeping shtum
Brings dough and attractions
Costello, ideas trenchant borrows
New song benefactor
Is the past tomorrow



Sing, sing a song
I'm singing the song cause i copped it baby



Don't last long
There's guns behind you
Aura of desparate boot licker
And you can't hang on with a cuff of him and girl



I'm singing a song cause i copped it baby



Taking out a policy for love and destruction
Can't operate with this vexation
Say it again, real real gone
I know i've copped but i'm not the only one.



It ain't what you do it's the way that you do it

I'm hunting and i'm tryna find
A belt in the early morn
When your home is a trash mount
Look all over but you're right out



In need of black strap
No belts in this flat



No belts in this flat
The former tenant was anti-corporal-punish
Meant well, but it came to nothing
A light has just gone out
A bulb has just gone out



No belts in this flat
No bulbs in this flat
In need of white lamp



They say damp records the past
If that's soi've got the biggest library yet
The biggest library yet.



[ on b sides, adds:
At the end of my tether
I destroyed years of hippie craft
Cut up the match ship
And a string woollen chandelier or something



No belts in this flat
In need of black strap
No belts in this flat
In need of white lamp



A bulb has just gone out
And the only light i have found
Is the original with a set square neck
Laying out cool dwellings
For the next briton in the evening
The apartment he has made
He's genius in allocation of space



In need of white lamp
No lights in this dump



Not like this place
You need light here even in the morning
Compared to this st. petersburg was nothing
A goddam rat [ ]



In need of white lamp
No light in this dump
In need of black strap
No belts in this flat



I'm huntin' and i'm tryna find
A belt in the early morn
When your home is a trash mount
Look all over but you're right out



In need of black strap
In need of white lamp
No belts in this flat
No lights in this dump]

Lay
Lay
Lay
Armageddon
This beautiful tree
Boo hoo
Give up living
Ample
Eye
They give in


On the buses, up the stair
By the television
Pretend to learn


Where's the lay of the land
My son


Where's the lay of the land
My son
What's the lie of the land
My son


The last briton on the street
He's in a radio fuzz
He's dead and beat
No longer reflects our daft fate
We'll leave this city
Hit a quick coach, take the town in surrey
There's no-one here but crooks and death
Kerb-crawlers,of the worst order


Where's the lay of the land
My son
What's the lie of the land
My son


Eldritch house
With green moss
Sound of ordinary on the waves
Tiles drip from its roof
Home secretary has a weird look


Where's the lay of the land
My son
What's the lie of the land
My son


The good book of john
Surrounds the son
Sound of ordinary on the waves
Italic scribble on horizon
When the height of culture is a bad stew
Space bores, government disorder
Indian clerk, low-calorie drink
Where's the lay of the land
Where children circle in cycles
Giving jokes ad lib
By bearded writers
Who defected to
Higher realms
Advertising realms


Where's the lay of the land
My son
What's the lie of the land
My son

(people laughing..people fighting..people watching)

Between the ticker and the mind lies an air-block of wind