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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 |
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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 |
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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) |
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(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 |
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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 |
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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! |
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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! |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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) |
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