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Fun in the manscape
It's coming apart The soul is for hire And they've sold the heart Operate the radar Hit the switches Try to find a way to live Please by the brochure Life in the manscape It's part of the deal The pope of pop Drives a church of steel Deep pile acquaintances Hollow after dinner Accommodate inflation Nervous fingers on the trigger Love in the manscape Guaranteed real You feel what you pay And you pay what you feel Unfamiliar letters Anagram situations Silence please! Poets at work Free speech and more TV Distribute liberally I'd like mine to be A true facsimile |
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In times of peril such as these
Pleased as punch but not so nimble Taking chances that you're given Take the Trabant to Brabant Find security In Western arms, in Western arms Find security The non-believers can't agree Hands are tied, we can't discuss it Swapping pot-pourri for concrete Take the glitter to Gorky Find security In Western arms, in Western arms Find security Insiders think they've cracked the nut Punch to please and not to crumble Faking answers you are living Empty larder history Find security In Western arms, in Western arms Find security The double agent's single cell Splits the endgame party symbol Forked, endorsed, but not forgiven Delegations with stones Find security Buy Western charms, buy Western charms With security |
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End part beginning
17 and counting Erase then cut and paste From here to another place Demonstrations, indignations Colour, colour, collar, nation Empty and filling Ready and willing A brase to cut and dash It's another current fashion Patterns of behaviour I've been to Monrovia Inflate to make a splash Cut and diced it always lacks passion |
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Splinter of wood underneath a nail
Spiked on a tree where hope was pinned Pining for a moment of even more It just slipped out there Harping on the old tune, playing the piping Suspense on a bridgehead distorting and curving classical angles Hanging in the slipstream Is there any movement? Swaying in the shadows Could this be my moment? Novel undertakings clear the place where it all feeds in Promising tomorrows we shall see what we shall see Forensic score the final test, borrowing blood the final brief Quicken to the point express arrival, it's yours today |
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Sporting effects
In a small black reptile Broadened at the shoulder And swing at the hips Room for a big fish A crack of whips Demander of service And generous tips Narrow in the eye And puller of wool The bow on the purse strings Diaries full, arrangements fixed A crossing of arms The sucking of cheeks The appetite rich From scaling peaks Badges of office Extensive plates Cultivating pets Expensive dates |
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His father's smile
And the sparkle in his eye In the house not home, behind closed doors They hide their fakes, between the floors In the house not home, under the bed Stories are told, and lies are spread The house not home is full of love It's the hate which seeps in from above I'm going to torch it Torch it down I'm going to torch it With you on the top In the house not home, they gild their flaws Preen their feathers, and sheath their claws In the house not home, eyes are closed Blood runs hot, whilst hell hath froze In the house not home, me-me prayers The wailing wall of cheap despair In the house not home, the long house turns Shit to gold, the tall house burns In the house not home, dreams are trained Innocence, hope, lost mysteries explained I'm going to torch it I'm going to torch it I'm going to torch it with you on the top I'm going to torch it I'm going to torch it I'm going to torch it with you on the top Goodbye In the house not home There are four blanks Your ignorance was unusable Your thoughtlessness was not I'm going to torch it I'm going to torch it I'm going to torch it with you on the top I'm going to torch it I'm going to torch it I'm going to torch it I'm going to torch it with you on the top We sing our cheap despair as our secrets are sold The spirit is broken, I'm gonna torch you down The spirit is not broken, I'm gonna raise it up from the ground |
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The weak beneath the beak
The creep beneath the deep The meat beneath the beat The shit behind the teeth The Morning Bell Proves the distance To be another optical conclusion That you can buy shares in The cages are full again boys! The pages are full again boys! The strangers are friends again boys! The knives are blunt again boys |
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Leaning backwards a memory
Staying on the periphery To all the things that used to be I'll say goodbye To the smoky rooms, where they piss their time To the alright boys, left with no rhyme To all the ploys as dumb as mine I'll say goodbye Nothing ventured, nothing gained Put it down to expenses, it's all the same To all the players of the game I'll say goodbye To the wait in line and don't complain To the fake pretending not to be sane To the someone's loss is always my gain I'll say goodbye To the people cocktail, that does not mix To the have-it-all by dirty tricks Of national airwaves jammed by pricks I'll say goodbye To the chilled and labelled haunted face To the claustrophobic can't do space To every lace curtained place I'll say goodbye Through the thin and unsupported walls To the talking big and acting small To the last ordered home time call I'll say goodbye To the third rate butcher's dance-hall-mix To the gain attention finger clicks To the try it on the wind-up slicks I'll say goodbye |
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