The Fall - The Wonderful And Frightening World Of... (2002) by The Fall (보컬) on maniadb.com

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

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

When will the good Scotch return?
In all its scarred, splendor,
When will the price of Scotch come down?



Here's him in nearly '85
Hanging around with pop scum
It's not the business I despise
On this train, extended ride
It's the Scotch end of the market now



And steel glasses
And bad music corpses
Cannot hide the new rock scum
Spitting on what's good and gone
Spitting on what's good and gone
When will the price of Scotch come down?



Arrangement before job done
Alignment before job done
Assignment before song sung
Alignment before job done



All of this fantastic league's against me
The Fantastic is in league against me



Tin-can rattle on the path
The (bestial greed) is on the attack
The cat black runs round the tree
The siamese reached the shore
The siamese reached the shore



No never, no never no more
will I trust the elves of Dunsimore (repeated)

(Mecass, the mass, decline, domain, relan, drazan, my heart's blocked, rout)
Oh! little brother
We are in a mess
Don't look at me that way
Don't put me to the test
When I first saw you
People said:
"He scrutinised a little monster"
And disappeared through red door (or dawn?)
Now everyone is disinformation
Disinformation
Disinformation
He says:
"Won't you give me one more chance?"
"I'm not a communist"


Disinformation x 3



(Mecass, the mass, decline, domain, relan, drazan, my heart's blocked, rout)



Oh! little brother
We are in a mess
Don't look at me that way
Your reject is a mess
There's always
Someone beside you
And there's always
Someone in your arms
Oh! little brother
If only I had known
Then I might not
Be alone X4

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

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!

He reads books; of the list book club
And after two months--his stance a familiar hunch
It's that same slouch - you had the last time he came around



His oppression abounds, his type is doing the rounds
He is a scum-egg; a horrid trendy wretch



C.R.E.E.P. CR E.E.P.



BLACK saucers at the back of your neck
Interruptions, from the side when you talk
in the presence, of this ugly gawk,
is offending, make sure you're not absorbed
(With hideous luck - he'll absorb all your talk)



CR E.E.P. C.R.E.E.P. (3 times)



FROM the bright sun, he came one fine morn
"Populist" - as well in his class at least
But then came REAL AGE, and for that we all must pay
(and for that we all do pay)



c.r.e.EP. C.R.E.E.P.
C.R. EEP C.R.E.E.P



CR E.E.P. - cr E.E.P. CR E.E.P. - CR E.EP (2 times)



And he wants world peace! (and for that we all must pay)



He likes ABC! (C.R.EE.P.)
C.R.EE.P. CR.E.E.P. (2 times)
CREEP!

He moves slow at the petrol stop
It's pat the trip dispenser
He came with solvent in his hair
The trip dispenser

Spine-fuhrer of hoboken
It's pat the trip dispenser
Friend of syndicate of sound
Pigeon toed band

Mcginty thought he could fool the fall
With his imitation speeds
But he had not accounted for the psychic nose
He did not know there are no big shots on the rock
And even if there were, mcginty would not be among them

His head was full of icy calm
A clarity of nothing
It's pat the trip dispenser

He paid at the generic supermarket
With paper
With paper
It's pat the trip dispenser

You feel depressed 'cause you've missed the day
Then you have to go to the hall



Whip wire
Whip wire
Hawk man
Slip down easy
Don't make me a go-between
This is Mr. and Mrs. Smith
To whom you are speaking
Slang King
Words from a cheap man
Part-paid type who got his style
From a press treatise
2 pound 50
Bottle of Brut and nausea
Magazine
It's no longer a journey down the road for him
It is now escape route
Bright, turn off sign
Swing, 14, turns off, between
Swingo greets lime green receptionist
All here is ace, All here is ace, All here is ace
Escape route
Caca-phony
Slang King
Swoop swoop
Foll media krieg, for his honour's binge
During his Scandinavian stint
He said hi to Horst, the viking
Hi Lo-l-lord Swingo
At his triumphant procession
Down the road of quease
Dropping off, he stopped
At a British shop
Swoop scoop
Slang King
At a British shop
Take it down easy
During a lull in his attack
3 little girls with only 50 pence
Had to take, had to put
The Curly Wurly back
Swoop swoop, scoop scoop
Slip down easy
Slip away at court or him and his bloody mother
We'll go together
Sugar down
Slip down easy
Hyper!
Slang King
Watch, the word had right
Biz by word processor
We'll go together, slip down down away
Hyper, with the young designers
The young designers are always there
Always wanted to be there
Slip down, caca-phony
Whip wire, whip wire
Slip down easy, sugar
Slip down easy, sugar
Slip down away, sugar
Hawkman, whip wire, whip wire
Slang King

First off
you've got ze answer

(Misereen) all its skin

Bug day
Bug day

Midges - midges hovered over the heather
3 moths shivered
Green moths shivered
Cockroaches moldered in the ground
Tonguehorns belched fire

So, fleed at sea
Terrors hit water
Minoa said 'eek'
Minoa said 'eek'

Sea reaffirms some things
We learned some things
People behave very wrong
Create company
Green is starboard, back
Left is port, there
Old continental women
Coffee cups poised on front

Facing up to the sea is a very hard thing
Facing up to sea is a v. hard thing
Anything is better than bug day

Bug day
Bug day
Bug day
But day

(mumbles)

Bug day

Anything is better than bug day

Bug day
Bug day

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

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

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)