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You have nothing to fear
I'm just making enquiries Dog bone hunting Gives you back to yourself Standing before me The gargoyle turns Jutting jaws and The stubble burns I shift the blame To the worm in the bottle I shift the blame To anyone standing before me I check-up the once over Give yourself an opening Keep your mouth shut In the event of an accident Contact the following A certain air An invading smile Inbreeding seals the flaw Silk skin paws Hang by both feet Embracing the world Hang the expense Breugels cut corners Wring out the senses I have nothing like it I've seen nothing like it |
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The island monkeys love the dark
No one is home, they're thin-skinned sharks Hue exchanging gives sea-leg walks No one is home, the chemicals talk Load up the spoiled goods Hook up the spoiled gods Fill up the kindness cups Drink up the finest drops Feeding frenzy, sleepless attacks No one is home, power attracts Death on a raft, life in a whale No one is home to finish the tale Paint it red, light it in blue No one is home over at the zoo Lashing together, a timbre design No one is home, no one is blind The last boat launched, cling to the rail No one is home, they're in full sail Forging chains, caught on the tracks No one is home and they're not coming back The island monkeys love the dark No one is home, they've gone for a walk The island monkeys love the dark No one is home, the chemicals talk |
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Painted statues in underground streams
With invitations to the Pharaoh's dream They stare at themselves, there's a need to be seen Walking mirrors in the Pharaoh's harem And here they come The queen of Ur And the king of Um Tainted Matthews in car-key relations Gilt invitations to the blue queen's ball They stare at themselves, there's a need to be seen Talking pillars in the blue queen's hall Fading tattoos of empty stations Great expectations at Vince's loyal mince They stare at each other, there's a need to be seen Crack-head mirrors, licking the soiled mint Olympic statues from terminal stations Sifting invitations to the market floor Steering into the future, it pays to be seen Polishing mirrors, keeping the score A babbling gaggle, a scrabbling rabble Fighting invitations to the emperor's shilling They stare through themselves, there's nothing to see Hand-picked recruits for ghostly pursuit |
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Warning, warning
Free-falling divisions Recalling recalling Fast past admissions Foolish words No nervous laughter Safety first Gives always after Drag my canal You saucy old salt Pale in belief I'm not without fault Scaffolding climber Rudolf roof-walker Aids binocular Clear a path Jonah Experienced water Water transporter Marine slaver Experiment in coda |
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Hook fear lashing
Spit-gas sinking Tired reflections In a broken eye You're a strange one Are there any more like you? You're a rare one I want one too Head collections Private view Flood damaged In a baby plague Effete means funny dreams Offence on refusal Look out Dr. Up It's a boy as usual |
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Gifts of the west winds
Dark and deep In secret sunset Places creep Lock up your hats Lock up your hats Progress with a vision To practice with at home A schism with an ism To practice with at home A collision with decision To practice with at home He transferred his soul To his imagination His atoms were excited And he glowed in the dark The boiling boy Was a picture of confusion But he had the advantage Of a cold start heart |
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I catch the word, don't refrain
Oh no it's not the same In two halves but quickly growing whole It's not the past again In double figures for the first time Oh no it's not the same There may be a story to be told But it's not the past again It's time to get out now Everybody loves the mystery Everybody loves their history It's not my problem now Everybody loves the mystery Everybody loves their history Implications, back and up Oh no it's not the same In two parts and waiting to be told That it's not the past again In time and sequence, paraphrased Oh no it's not the same In two halves but quickly growing whole And it's not the past again |
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Antennaes my currency
Programme your set My pockets are drunk The Illinois tool works The flight nurse attends me I can't wait to see the doctor Be smart shrink the world? But I can't wait to see the doctor Dust-off ready Take-off Oil a mink Follow the locust Write a letter, drop a card Diagram, map a chart Take a note, pick a snap Choose a number, dial a code The flight nurse attends me But I can't wait to see the doctor Be smart shrink the world? But I can't wait to see the doctor Stay on your feet And get collected Enjoy and explore The gambling museum The flight nurse attends me But I can't wait to see the doctor Be smart shrink the world? But I can't wait to see the doctor |
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In this public place
Pigeons move busily Through the contents Of a man's life In this public place His last mortal remains Reflect a private lake In this public place Lies fly in formation Candid fiction spreads its wings It's deceptive at this angle Does truth dance? Does truth sing? The private hedge pissers In anxious alleys The village boy-wide-men With a game on their hands Wait for the sign That will take them to Heaven Wait for the sign Only they understand In this public place A carved tree Burst through an atheist's heart And broken promises Drifted into the shape of footprints In this public place Lies fly in-formation Candid fiction spreads its wings |
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Doubting Thomas parks his car in his Sunday best
Taps his wallet, straightens tie, lights a cigarette Pilgrim's progress, no journey's end Which way Michael? Through the door he scans the bar, then a space appears His drink is poured, for he is numb, the service it starts here He sees it in the barmaid's face, a winning smile's caress A million eyes in public stalk, the queue up to confess Lost causes, loves, hates and shames, old battles fought and won Bad debts, bad tips, the graveyard song, the dreamers talk in tongues Haloes swarm, the air is thin, thick smoke in tights of blue Elvis has a wooden heart, eyes dart across the room Empty heads and stomachs full, the ashtrays overflow Drinks are raised and voices praise good deeds of long ago He drains his glass and makes a sign, the Virgin Queen appears The Prince King needs a tender touch, his sacred heart knows no fear Upon a cloud on optic shrine, he can't control his tears On his knees, hands held in prayer, a practice lapsed for years The altar clears, the light grows dim, the sanctus bell is rung A miracle at closing time, our lady holds her son The faithful come to celebrate the vision Thomas saw A rail now stands around the spot where Thomas kissed the floor Amen |
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