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| 5:16 | ||||
There is no culture is my brag,
Your taste for bullshit reveals a lust for a home of office THIS IS THE HOME OF THE VAIN! THIS IS THE HOME OF THE VAIN! Where are the obligatory niggers?* HEY THERE FUCKFACE!! HEY THERE FUCKFACE!! There are twelve people in the world The rest are paste THIS IS THE HOME OF THE VAIN! THIS IS THE HOME OF THE VAIN! I just left the Hotel Amnesia, I had to go there Where it is I can't remember, But now I can remember...now I can remember HAFTA! HAFTA! MESSAGE FOR YER! MESSAGE FOR YER! Too much reliance on girl here On girls here, behind every shell-actor Snobbier Snobbier Too much romantic here I destroy romantics, actors, Kill it! Kill it! KILL IT A ! KILL IT! KILL IT A ! You won't find anything more ridiculous, than this new profile razor unit, made with the highest British attention to the wrong detail, become obsolete units surrounded by hail. THE CLASSICAL! THE CLASSICAL! THE CLASSICAL! HOTEL AGGRO! MESSAGE FOR YER! MESSAGE FOR YER! THE CLASSICAL! POLEAXE A!..........one of the millenium of conspiracy, Forever, I know it means a lot of stomach gas, I K N O W I T M E A N S A L O T O F S T O M A C H G A SSSSSS I've never felt better in my life I've never felt better in my life POLEAXE A! THE CLASSICAL! Stomach gas I've never felt better in my life I've never felt better in my life POLEAXE A! Millenium of conspiracy Play out Classical I've never felt better in my life Better in my life.... . . . . . . . . . |
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2. |
| 3:43 | ||||
3. |
| 7:46 | ||||
He's not appreciated.
He's not appreciated. He's not appreciated. Drink a long draught, Dan, for the Hip Priest. I said drink the long draught, Dan, for the Hip Priest! He's not appreciated He's not appreciated White collar hits motorway services It's the Hip Priest From the eyes he can see, they know It's the Hip Priest He's not appreciated. It's purple psychology. Not just an old lady's. That's hip hip hip hip hit hit hit Hip Priest That's hip hip hip hip hit hit hit Hip Priest And he's gonna make an appearance. He's gonna make an appearance. Was shown in a freakshow early on. And drunk from small brown bottles since I was so long. Cause I'm a Hip Priest Cause I'm a Hip Priest People only need me when they're down and gone to seed. Cause I'm a Hip Priest. Cause I'm a Hip Priest. It's appreciation half won. And they hate their allegiance to hip preacher one. Hip Priest I got my last clean dirty shirt outta the wardrobe I got my last clean dirty shirt outta the wardrobe And all the good people know That's hip hip hip hip hit hit hit Hip Priest All the young groups know All the young groups know They can't ever take advantage because I'm a Hip Priest. I was as clean as a packet of chocolate treats. (couple of lines - see hex induction hr) That's hip hip hip hip hit hit hit Hip Priest And if the good people knew they would say He's not appreciated He's not appreciated So drink a long draught, Dan, for the Hip Priest |
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4. |
| 6:41 | ||||
Two hours!
With four left wing kids I spent time in Nazi Fortress Much discussion in room C-H-1-O-C-H-11 I did not understand why I could not accept the fact that I'd accepted the contract Much discussion in this institution Much discussion in boiled beef and carrots Room C-H-1-O-C-H-2-O-11 It was clear in the window eye The brick outlined the blue sky And I had to go round the gay graduates in the toilets And Good King Harry was there Much discussion in room C-H-1-O-C-H-2-O-11 Much discussion in room C-H-1-O-C-H-2-O-11 I took a walk down West 11 I had to wade through 500 European punks At an off-license I rubbed up with some oiks Who threw some change on the Asian counter And asked polite if they could have two lagers A hospital discharge asked me where he could crash Have you been to the English Deer Park? It's a large type artist ranch This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark Have you been to the English Deer Park? Spare a thought for the sleeping promo dept. They haven't had an idea in two years Dollars and deutchmarks keep the company on its feet Say have you ever have a chance to meet Fat Captain Beefheart imitators with zits? Who is the King Shag Corpse? Have you been to the English Deer Park? It's a large type minstrel ranch This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark Have you been to the English Deer Park? The young blackies get screwed up the worst They've gone over to the Hampstead house suss An English system they implicitly trust See the A&R civil servants They get a sex thrill out of a sixteenth of Moroccan They get a sex thrill out of a sixteenth of Moroccan Have you been to the English Deer Park? It's a large type artist ranch This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark Have you been to the English Deer Park? Yes the traffic hasn't changed that much There's still a subculture I feel adrift of Yes the traffic hasn't changed that much There's still a subculture I feel adrift of Have you been to the English Deer Park? It's a large type minstrel ranch This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark Have you been to the English Deer Park? Have you been to the English Deer Park? It's a large type minstrel ranch This is where loads of punks congregate in the dark Have you been to the English Deer Park? Have you been to the English Deer Park? It's a large type minstrel ranch This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark Have you been to the English Deer Park? Hey tourist it wasn't quite like what you thought Hey Manchester group what wasn't what you thought Hey Scottish group that wasn't quite like what you thought Hey Manchester group that wasn't what you thought Hey Scottish group that wasn't quite like what you thought Quite like what you thought Hey Midlands, scooped yer, how d'you ever get the job? Hey Manchester group from it wasn't quite like what you thought Quite like what you thought Guess what Guess guess guess Guess what |
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5. |
| 2:47 | ||||
6. |
| 4:25 | ||||
On the first floor of the dryout house
Was a replica dartboard And the man on the floor Sorta went out of window, over the lawn And round to the mad kid "Please take this medallion, Please wear this medallion. It's no sign of authority. Wear the gold and put it on" Courtesy winter (Winter) So (around the) mad kid Man on the first floor said "I just looked round I just looked round I just looked round "And my youth it was sold" Two white words frost the sky There fly krakens And sometimes, that little..... Makes me tremble Courtesy winter The mad kid had 4 lights, the average is 2.5 lights The mediocre has 2 lights, the sign of genius is three lights There's one light left, that's the one light That's the science law Courtesy winter |
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7. |
| 4:33 | ||||
8. |
| 3:22 | ||||
When what used to excite you does not
Like you've used up all your allowance of experiences Head filled with a mass of too-well-known people (This is an important aspect of Big Priest. His hypnotic induction process. His commercial last chance) Just step sideways from this world today Just step sideways round this place today Just step sideways round this world today Just step outside this grubby place today Don't ever hit that vulgar cave The joker says: 'Go the opposite way' Just step outside this futurist world today Just step right round this...today The Eastern Bloc rocks to Elton John. So just step sideways from this place today To be a celebrity you've gotta eat the past, nowadays But who wants to be in a Hovis advert, anyway? Just step right round this futurist world today Just step outside this grubby place today Just skip out miss the ice flicks of Bacardi Just step outside this future world today Don't let it beat ya Don't let it whip ya Jump on the back of nicotine Hit those lung wurm back rays Just step outside this future world today Today X6 ...world today Just step sideways from this place today Jump on the back of nicotine Hit those lung-wurm back-rays Just step outside this future world today Today X 4 |
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9. |
| 4:28 | ||||
10. |
| 6:42 | ||||
A plate steel object was fired
And I did not feel for my compatriots Hated even the core of myself Not a matter of ill-health It was fear of weakness deep in core of myself The fact attainment was out of... Mounting orations ..populations To be humbled in Iceland Sing of legend, sing of destruction Witness the last of the god-men Hear about Megas Jonsson * Cast the runes against your own soul There is not much more time to go Work fifteen hours for the good of the soul And be humbled in Iceland Sit in the gold room Fall down flat in the Cafe Iol* Without a glance from the clientele Good coffee black as well, Hair blond as hell Cast the runes against your own soul Roll up for the underpants show And be humbled in Iceland And the spawn of the volcano Is thick and impatient Like the people around it. See a green goblin redhead, redhead Make a grab for the book of prayers. Do anything for a bit of attention Get humbled in Iceland What the goddamn fuck is it? That played the pipes of aluminum A Memorex for the Krakens That induces this rough text And casts the runes against the self-soul And humbles in Iceland |
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11. |
| 10:19 | ||||
Everywhere
Just no fucking respite for us here Dream theatre And this day No matter what all who fills baskets Or who's just there The whole earth shudders And this day Seen from the bottom glass phut cig Everywhere Just no fucking respite for us here Jim kidder And this day The old feelings came back The surroundings were screaming on the road And you even mistrust your own feelings And this day The old feelings came back You show me the bloody poor bores The surroundings were screaming on the roads So you even mistrust your own feelings A big basket full S-pub S-mart And this day The old feelings came back Everywhere just no fucking respite for us here Jim kidder A big basket full S-pub S-Mart A zero in the SS school bus lacks wages Poetic justice And this day The old feelings came back The surroundings were screaming on the roads So you even mistrust your own feelings And this day As seen from a glass bottom phut cig Everywhere Just no fucking respite for us here Jim kidder Who are the translators? In a Bl glandule area And though the blades make presence felt Like US football players And this day It will soon heal up Everywhere The surroundings were screaming on the roads But I'll even blow my nose on last pound note And this day The old feelings came back The surroundings were screaming on the roads So you even mistrust your own feelings Even god pays here You can go all around Holland Holland Europe Youth continent But it will soon come back And this day It will soon heal up The surroundings were screaming on the roads So you even mistrust your own feelings And this day I am right here The fear and the awe Medical thingy And this day Everywhere just no fucking respite for us here Jim kidder Everywhere Just no fucking respite for us here Jim kidder And this day Who are the translators? Everywhere Just no fucking respite for us here Guaranteed by god Rosso rosso And this day The old feelings came back Everywhere And this day Who are the translators? Who are the empirical leeches? Who Who Classical Smart organic brain bank Multiplexes Who are the transistors? Who are the numerical leeches? Brain bank It's clear when every lie disturbs Makes you jump Everywhere Just no fucking respite Us here Jim kidder Your friends are dust They're in bits They're dust Dusty friends I cannot account For this village Turned me into a nigger Space dusty clock drove me To this village |
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Disc 2 | ||||||
1. |
| 4:25 | ||||
I took a walk down West 11
I had to wade through 500 European punks In an off-license I rubbed up with some oiks* Who threw some change on the Asian counter And asked polite if that covered two lagers A hospital discharge asked me where he could crash Have you been to the English Deer Park? It's a large type artist ranch This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark Have you been to the English Deer Park? Spare a thought for the sleeping promo dept. They haven't had an idea in two years Dollars and deutchmarks keep the company on its feet Say have you ever have a chance to meet Fat Captain Beefheart imitators with zits? Who is the King Shag Corpse? Have you been to the English Deer Park? It's a large type minstrel ranch This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark Have you been to the English Deer Park? The young blackies get screwed up the worst They've gone over to the Hampstead house suss In the English system they implicitly trust See the A&R civil servants They get a sex thrill out of a sixteenth of Moroccan They get a sex thrill out of a sixteenth of Moroccan Have you been to the English Deer Park? It's a large type artist ranch This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark Have you been to the English Deer Park? Yes, dear chap, it hasn't changed that much It's still a subculture art-dealer jerk-off Yes, dear chap, it hasn't changed that much It's still a subculture art-dealer jerk-off Have you been to the English Deer Park? It's a large type minstrel ranch This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark Have you been to the English Deer Park? Have you been to the English Deer Park? It's a large type minstrel ranch This is where loads of punks congregate in the dark Have you been to the English Deer Park? Have you been to the English Deer Park? It's a large type minstrel ranch This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark Have you been to the English Deer Park? Hey tourist it wasn't quite like what you thought Hey Manchester group what wasn't what you thought Hey Scottish group that wasn't quite like what you thought Hey Manchester group that wasn't what you thought Hey Scottish group that wasn't quite like what you thought Quite like what you thought Hey Midlands, scooped yer, how d'you ever get the job? Hey Manchester group from it wasn't quite like what you thought Quite like what you thought Guess what Guess guess guess... Guess what |
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2. |
| 2:55 | ||||
3. |
| 6:30 | ||||
Well I've never had a car
Never been near a lorry Got a nasty habit of scratching my nose My codename's Happy Harry I'm into CB I've had loads of jobs For very minute lolly Creation schemes So I suppose I was lucky And the money it took To buy a CB set Took lines off my belly My codename's Cedar Plank I'm Into CB I'm Into CB At 16 I drank cheap sherry Got plastered in the stations and swing parks Off my mother I stole some money Had a treat with a bottle of Martini So sick I couldn't walk or sit Since then I've not touched it I won't bore you with tales of being greedy I'm just into CB I'm into CB My family's a weird lot My stepsister's got a horrible growth Listens to all this muzak shit Reads Smash Hits while she's eating her tea To me it sounds like bad CB My father's not bad really He got me these wires and bits Apart from that he talks to me hardly I'm just into CB This is Happy Harry Plank from the land of waving palms calling out to Cedar Plank 477 CC There's no Code 13 In the home of chocolate city I'm having trouble with the terminology But I'm into CB I've got this letter before me It's buff with a confidential seal I'd better open it It's a fine and a formal threat I should of listened to New Face in Hell The date expired last week Up here I forget what time it is It says you're going to go when you go Or else you're for it boy If that's what you get for having a hobby Next mail you get will be mail in jail If that's what you get for having a hobby Next year mail in jail It that's what you get for having a hobby Next time I'm out I'll join a riot That's the last you'll hear for me I'll keep clear of CB Keep clear of CB |
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4. |
| 9:11 | ||||
5. |
| 4:10 | ||||
6. |
| 3:14 | ||||
Well I've never had a car
Never been near a lorry Got a nasty habit of scratching my nose My codename's Happy Harry I'm into CB I've had loads of jobs For very minute lolly Creation schemes So I suppose I was lucky And the money it took To buy a CB set Took lines off my belly My codename's Cedar Plank I'm Into CB I'm Into CB At 16 I drank cheap sherry Got plastered in the stations and swing parks Off my mother I stole some money Had a treat with a bottle of Martini So sick I couldn't walk or sit Since then I've not touched it I won't bore you with tales of being greedy I'm just into CB I'm into CB My family's a weird lot My stepsister's got a horrible growth Listens to all this muzak shit Reads Smash Hits while she's eating her tea To me it sounds like bad CB My father's not bad really He got me these wires and bits Apart from that he talks to me hardly I'm just into CB This is Happy Harry Plank from the land of waving palms calling out to Cedar Plank 477 CC There's no Code 13 In the home of chocolate city I'm having trouble with the terminology But I'm into CB I've got this letter before me It's buff with a confidential seal I'd better open it It's a fine and a formal threat I should of listened to New Face in Hell The date expired last week Up here I forget what time it is It says you're going to go when you go Or else you're for it boy If that's what you get for having a hobby Next mail you get will be mail in jail If that's what you get for having a hobby Next year mail in jail It that's what you get for having a hobby Next time I'm out I'll join a riot That's the last you'll hear for me I'll keep clear of CB Keep clear of CB |
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7. |
| 6:13 | ||||
Everywhere
Just no fucking respite for us here Dream theatre And this day No matter what all who fills baskets Or who's just there The whole earth shudders And this day Seen from the bottom glass phut cig Everywhere Just no fucking respite for us here Jim kidder And this day The old feelings came back The surroundings were screaming on the road And you even mistrust your own feelings And this day The old feelings came back You show me the bloody poor bores The surroundings were screaming on the roads So you even mistrust your own feelings A big basket full S-pub S-mart And this day The old feelings came back Everywhere just no fucking respite for us here Jim kidder A big basket full S-pub S-Mart A zero in the SS school bus lacks wages Poetic justice And this day The old feelings came back The surroundings were screaming on the roads So you even mistrust your own feelings And this day As seen from a glass bottom phut cig Everywhere Just no fucking respite for us here Jim kidder Who are the translators? In a Bl glandule area And though the blades make presence felt Like US football players And this day It will soon heal up Everywhere The surroundings were screaming on the roads But I'll even blow my nose on last pound note And this day The old feelings came back The surroundings were screaming on the roads So you even mistrust your own feelings Even god pays here You can go all around Holland Holland Europe Youth continent But it will soon come back And this day It will soon heal up The surroundings were screaming on the roads So you even mistrust your own feelings And this day I am right here The fear and the awe Medical thingy And this day Everywhere just no fucking respite for us here Jim kidder Everywhere Just no fucking respite for us here Jim kidder And this day Who are the translators? Everywhere Just no fucking respite for us here Guaranteed by god Rosso rosso And this day The old feelings came back Everywhere And this day Who are the translators? Who are the empirical leeches? Who Who Classical Smart organic brain bank Multiplexes Who are the transistors? Who are the numerical leeches? Brain bank It's clear when every lie disturbs Makes you jump Everywhere Just no fucking respite Us here Jim kidder Your friends are dust They're in bits They're dust Dusty friends I cannot account For this village Turned me into a nigger Space dusty clock drove me To this village |
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8. |
| 9:34 | ||||
I took a walk down West 11
I had to wade through 500 European punks In an off-license I rubbed up with some oiks* Who threw some change on the Asian counter And asked polite if that covered two lagers A hospital discharge asked me where he could crash Have you been to the English Deer Park? It's a large type artist ranch This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark Have you been to the English Deer Park? Spare a thought for the sleeping promo dept. They haven't had an idea in two years Dollars and deutchmarks keep the company on its feet Say have you ever have a chance to meet Fat Captain Beefheart imitators with zits? Who is the King Shag Corpse? Have you been to the English Deer Park? It's a large type minstrel ranch This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark Have you been to the English Deer Park? The young blackies get screwed up the worst They've gone over to the Hampstead house suss In the English system they implicitly trust See the A&R civil servants They get a sex thrill out of a sixteenth of Moroccan They get a sex thrill out of a sixteenth of Moroccan Have you been to the English Deer Park? It's a large type artist ranch This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark Have you been to the English Deer Park? Yes, dear chap, it hasn't changed that much It's still a subculture art-dealer jerk-off Yes, dear chap, it hasn't changed that much It's still a subculture art-dealer jerk-off Have you been to the English Deer Park? It's a large type minstrel ranch This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark Have you been to the English Deer Park? Have you been to the English Deer Park? It's a large type minstrel ranch This is where loads of punks congregate in the dark Have you been to the English Deer Park? Have you been to the English Deer Park? It's a large type minstrel ranch This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark Have you been to the English Deer Park? Hey tourist it wasn't quite like what you thought Hey Manchester group what wasn't what you thought Hey Scottish group that wasn't quite like what you thought Hey Manchester group that wasn't what you thought Hey Scottish group that wasn't quite like what you thought Quite like what you thought Hey Midlands, scooped yer, how d'you ever get the job? Hey Manchester group from it wasn't quite like what you thought Quite like what you thought Guess what Guess guess guess... Guess what |
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9. |
| 5:24 | ||||
Everywhere
Just no fucking respite for us here Dream theatre And this day No matter what all who fills baskets Or who's just there The whole earth shudders And this day Seen from the bottom glass phut cig Everywhere Just no fucking respite for us here Jim kidder And this day The old feelings came back The surroundings were screaming on the road And you even mistrust your own feelings And this day The old feelings came back You show me the bloody poor bores The surroundings were screaming on the roads So you even mistrust your own feelings A big basket full S-pub S-mart And this day The old feelings came back Everywhere just no fucking respite for us here Jim kidder A big basket full S-pub S-Mart A zero in the SS school bus lacks wages Poetic justice And this day The old feelings came back The surroundings were screaming on the roads So you even mistrust your own feelings And this day As seen from a glass bottom phut cig Everywhere Just no fucking respite for us here Jim kidder Who are the translators? In a Bl glandule area And though the blades make presence felt Like US football players And this day It will soon heal up Everywhere The surroundings were screaming on the roads But I'll even blow my nose on last pound note And this day The old feelings came back The surroundings were screaming on the roads So you even mistrust your own feelings Even god pays here You can go all around Holland Holland Europe Youth continent But it will soon come back And this day It will soon heal up The surroundings were screaming on the roads So you even mistrust your own feelings And this day I am right here The fear and the awe Medical thingy And this day Everywhere just no fucking respite for us here Jim kidder Everywhere Just no fucking respite for us here Jim kidder And this day Who are the translators? Everywhere Just no fucking respite for us here Guaranteed by god Rosso rosso And this day The old feelings came back Everywhere And this day Who are the translators? Who are the empirical leeches? Who Who Classical Smart organic brain bank Multiplexes Who are the transistors? Who are the numerical leeches? Brain bank It's clear when every lie disturbs Makes you jump Everywhere Just no fucking respite Us here Jim kidder Your friends are dust They're in bits They're dust Dusty friends I cannot account For this village Turned me into a nigger Space dusty clock drove me To this village |