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When you cut your lover's slack
you'll get a f**king monster back information indiscreet- it's just an acrobatic trick disintergrates at 2000 feet vanishes into mercury light aircraft on fire tombestone queen victoria was an ex wing-walker everybody ignored her everybody implored her to- vainsh in to the radio disappear in the waveband slow light aircraft on fire disintergrate at 2000 feet disappear into mercury there's a dark premonition an accident will happen theres a pre-science preacher in the cabin everybody eat your dust everybody love your dust lifgt aircraft on fire |
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when i first saw the child brides
two bridegroom boys at their side genevieve in union with -holy communion marriane the younger wife and the child brides went down to the water neptune calls out to his daughters throw yourself at the tide i'll see you on the other side in a loveless marriage - when i was fourteen all brained knees and black knees then you come round here with your fancy talk and your big ideas what have you done with your wives chorus bride of christ, bride of jesus bride of the fish when you're fathoms down and the uncles and the brothers with their Sunday suits on search the villages and towns but the child brides etc |
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| 2:31 |
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In a absement flat lying undercover
in a head full of height were a couple of lovers I'll buy you san-energy I'll buy you a beer hotfoot it downtown if you move I'll shoot land lovers- terrified of the land they are loved by the land lay unlimited/they are are limited by the land they are shunned by the land I believe that some of the brothers have been mixing it with land lovers well I heard your old man was a radio ham picking up signals from unoccupied lands government intelligence isn't what it was put a bullet in his brain when he picked up a doodle bug medicine men, went undercover, espionage viva, land lovers parasite to the state uber alles, uber hate bad moon, bad moon, leave the body in state and they cut off your arms and they cut off your legs and they made you a target for american bombers |
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| 3:55 |
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new brat in town
new brat in town who's been found counting aloud- when there's a new brat in town your precious things your precious dear and a chat show host went and cut the throat of an off-shore engineer hey hey! yeah yeah! assumed a crucifix hey hey! yeah yeah! you are the promper one I'll give you half an hour, make a phone call pack a suitcase, break your fingers shut the door and don't be late I give you half an hour new brat in town - got the bully boys out and twenty pound of hate she's an acrobatic kid high-flyer as a child been eaten alive - time after time you're doing fine |
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| 2:42 |
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well they sent back all the bodies
who were looking really hopeless well it didn't seem that callous till they stopped you in your flow she's surrounded by her wardens and they're looking really nervous all about the man from reuters here to nullify your glow everything you say will destroy you - anyway everything you say will come haunt you round each corner everything you say will destroy you well you may think that you're buddha lying on a mound of ashes you were mentioned in the postscript of dispatches anyway and the majors really nervous when he's walking round the airport you know your master's card is marked your upstart charge is cool and smart your unwanted suitor leaves his things around your home he's marking out his territory he's pissing on your ansaphone well you may think that you're buddha lying on a mound of ashes you were mentioned in dispatches in the postscript anyway |
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People 'round here
don't like to talk about it Presumed dead Unsolved Child Murder Since they dragged the lake you know they sealed our fate cordoned off some wood and gave a photo to a psychic Presumed Dead Unsolved Child Murder If I die before my parents die If I die before my parents die more hate mail through the door didn't know that sundays could be useful after all people can be cruel and spineless hung around your house waiting for your mother rachel says she's married to a doctor presumed dead unsolved child murder If I die before my parents die If I die before my parents die better move on - with the good stuff better move on - right away sod this town and people's pity let's get on with the nitty gritty presumed dead - unsolved child murder I believe in ESP when you're dealing with a master thief headlines scream "he's been missing 2 weeks" Rachel said when we find we can cure him we can make him better raise him from the dead unsolved child murder raise him from the dead unsolved child murder |
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sack the maid - put her in chains until
she say's that it's painless and I couldn't care less twenty years married to a lazy lover twenty years mixing alcohol and downers sack the maid for dealing in state propoganda sack the state what would your common lover do beat the daylights out of you? it's a national threat married to a lazy lover against the west married to a lazy lover i could teach him how to drink but he just threw up in the sink the man from the ministy didn't have to say that your lover's on the shelf would he bite the bit or split my lip? anyway this marraige is annulled |
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| 2:52 |
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happy birthday buddha
happy hunting, happy hiding, happy new year i hope you get yourself together i hope your absence is made clear i first learned, their was a value in a little subterfuge from some old peeping tom or another woman's refuge came in contact with a svengali he was housebound and unwell choked on a whale bone in a cantonese restaurant his nervous system had broken down 9 singing buddhas |
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| 3:59 |
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taking out the garbage at the columbia hotel
nobody got a ticket out of cripple town better call suspension - bakelite and dial we'll take the f**king building out - baader meinhof style every day, every hour, every minute every dawn to sundown everybody's gonna get it - in tombstone every day, every hour, we're related for the rest of the year everybody's gonna get it tombstone is here like to thank my mother for inventing rock and roll i'd be lost without it, i would not be whole honeymoon is over - waiting fr the cops sitting shit faced in dan's car thinking 'bout who we're not tombstone, tombstone got a gun we've got all the women and children all tied up for fun got to see a doctor, i need to turn my bones to milk nobody ever found the gold upon the hill and i wanted glamour not tragic rock n roll and i want a lover, who'll nail me to the wall everybody etc. |
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| 4:41 |
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you may be wary of fallen stars
they're always poking around in the dark the ariel view of a dying man screaming out can you help me invisible man you must be wary of ghosts in the dark they know all your history they know all your past all of the angels are doing their bit clearing the house of your animal shit fear of flying is eating you whole i have no fear of dying at all it's absurd that a silver bird should have a fear of flying at all you may be wary of who you short change keeping the short-con well within range the ariel view of an idiot bird screaming out can you help me but nobody heard you may be wary of ghosts of the past sexless and incorrigible in the dark they're making an ariel map of abuse all of the a-roads leading to home |
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| 3:47 |
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their legend lay in tatters
from perth to john o'groats the dead sea navigators should've been buried at birth and of course i loved them dearly and i miss them now they're gone the dea sea navigators wished they'd had a son even in their heyday no-one like them anyway committed boozers 3 a.m. shivers this one goes out to those not with us john the barman and mickey green this one goes out to all the drinkers at the red lion and our friends, though they are few angel, johnny, pain, keith charity this one's for you and what's left of your nerve will get you through from brighton down to eastbourne sea sick sailors getting tough but the dead sea navigators were made of stouter stuff golden years, golden years no-one like them 'cept for us season's ending , all night porters thy honour defending with last orders all the sunbathers staring at the sun this one goes out to the invisible children - as yet unborn and our friends though they are few overcoat boys with more brains than brawn this one's for you and all that sail in the deas sea navigators this one's for you |
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| 2:00 |
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esme could you shut the door
and put the oil lamp on the floor i feel it coming on again just like it did on saturday voices after murder park in the damp in the dark maybe we should call the law maybe we should call the child's parents i'll love you until the end hi, hello, what have you seen? god, it's good to hear your voice again did you miss your brother darling i will always love you lying, in a shallow grave there's a church nearby and a railway on a bed of mud and wire esme find out where the child is buried marry the first born bury the stillborn i love you and i always will we are lying here waiting to be buried we are lying here and you're losing contact with the dead please don't ask about the future i am not a fortune teller i know you're just being civil but don't make this trivial uncles i have never seen only in my own dead dream on a bed of mud and wire esme find out where the child is buried i'll love you until the end |
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dogbeck Review :: 1998-11-12
Subject : The Auteurs [After Murder Park]
