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I'm in the furniture trade
Got a new job today But stick the cretin On the number-three lathe Went down the town To a HM club The sign had a cross Through a couple well-dressed They looked at my coat They looked at my hair An Easy Rider coot Grabbed the edge of my coat Said: 'You're too smart for here' I said: 'I'll see the manager' He was the manager Eat y'self fitter Up the stairs mister Eat y'self fitter Analytics have got My type worked out Analytics on me The poison render I grope about And when I go out My mind splits My eyes doth hurt The musical chairs Have been swallowed up By a cuddly group Who land and rub off Hoping that Whatever it is Will land and drop off I met a hero of mine I shook his hand Got trapped in the door Felt a fool, I tell ya Charmed to meet ya Eat y'self fitter Up the stairs mister Eat y'self fitter Became a recluse And bought a computer Set it up in the home Elusive big one On the screen Saw the Holy Ghost, I swear On the screen Where's the cursor? Where's the eraser? Where's the cursor? Where's the eraser? G-O-H-O-H-O-9-O G-O-H-O-H-O-9-O G-O-H-O-H-O-9-O H-O-9-O-G-O-H-O What's a computer? Eat y'self fitter What's a computer? Eat y'self fitter The Kevin Ayers scene South of France Plush velvet Aback! Aback! Aback! Aback! Levis Fridays Greek holidays Barratt heritance X 3 Mit-Dem! X3 Don't wanna be a mit-dem! X4 Pick the fleas mister Eat y'self fitter Eat y'self fitter? Eat y'self fitter Who tells you what To tape on your vid. chip How do you know the progs you miss Are worse than those you single out? And what'll you do when the rental's up? And your bottom rack is full of vids Of programs you will nay look at The way they act is, oh, sheer delight Cardboard copyright Make it right Panic in Sudan Panic in Wardour Panic in Granadaland Panic all over By the wretched timesheeters Of my delight One starry night The powers that be will have to meet And have no choice but to... Eat each other Eat y'self fitter Eat each other? Eat y'self fitter (Eat y'self fitter) Portly and with good grace The secret straight-back ogre entered His brain aflame With all the dreams It had conjured X4 Mit-dem Don't wanna be a mid-dem X4 The centimeter square Eat y'self fitter Said it purged fear Eat y'self fitter (Eat y'self fitter) |
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Man whose head:
A - Knew about politburo facade behind 'Kicker' C - Who stole cafe's collection box B - Who applied cut-up technique literally to himself E - Who wore a red scarf to remind him of his fiancee G - And visitor esoteric Japanese says analyser. Mr Alastair touched off the tragedy. Taped voice, barely audible: 'You can tell by the way (...) H - There's a claque that makes use of Lancastrian patronisation of vice. Their rep Jim Davidson. The love of Paris infects the Civil Service. Lichen on the...N I used to have this thing about Link Wray I used to play him every Saturday God bless Saturday God bless Saturday We are The Fall |
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The first god: had in his garden, from the back, looked like
a household pet--but when it was twirled 'round was revealed to be a 3 legged black grey hog; SEE what flows from his mushy pen That person is films on t.v. 5 years back at least he's the "Young Generation" tying to perform country and western Do a dance here SMALL SMALL LOCATION GARDEN garden NEVER since birth not eaten in a day Never since courtship stayed up some nights HE had the 'Kingdom of Evil' book under a German history book-- he was contrived like that-- See what flows! from his mushy pen GARDEN GARDEN Sodomized by presumption (...... his ferry stopped at 'Pool port. revealed to be spolit slate with largesse resource. Wild Bill hick, shaves and charts at last, made the second god sad -- he's coming up.) GODZONE GODZONE JACOB'S LADDER the best firms advertise the least THE second god, lives by fountains that flowed, by the blue shiny lit roads. Had forgot, what others still try to grasp. HE knew the evil of the 'phone, the bells stopped on Sunday when he rose. SHOTGUN! SHOTGUN! SHOTGUN! Perdition. He's here. I saw him I swear on the thingy floor: up on the brown baize lift shaft he's here! He's here at last! JEW ON A MOTORBIKE |
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| 3:46 |
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And it's painless
Sitting in subterranea Ancient reference To Mesopotamia And it's quiet again Hidden fragments, surface now Repetitious history One more time for the record 2013 Philippsburg Confederate graves Are uncovered, throwing new light on This 19th century conflict, sparking a repeat These southern spectres were disease ridden, dusty, organic And psychic Rebellious mistakes Occur again Everything moving In a circular fashion Our words return in patterns Our minds, encapsulating time Gregoror, satiated walking thru' capitol Stumbles on two thousand dead Thai monks in SS uniforms Then fled to Hotel Bloedel, outside Nuremberg A long way south, to a reasonable smell of death And it's quiet again Hidden figments, surface now Repetitious history One more time for the record |
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| 5:08 |
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Tight faded male arse
Decadence and Anarchy He said, he smiled Something to dance to A certain style SMILE SMILE SMILE SMILE Meat Animals SMILED SMILED Patchwork jacket from the top of his ears Shaved Relation with fellow age group, and opposite birds SMILES Wants anarchy SMILED The club nerve and poses Physical awareness Smiles Take the chicken run, take the chicken run To the toilet In the above, designed from above club Makes ginger "Go on, you can do it!" SMILE SMILES Wants anarchy SMILED Is the fungus damp in the cellar? Positive G.B.H. SMILES With his friends, ask for cigarettes SMILES Sparks off Repeal gun laws in my brain Sparks off Give us a gun if I got one DAMN! Grin Damn Grin UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP SMILE! SMILED! Would ask for a lager in the town of Auschwitz Smiles Desires travel Well fed in a welfare way SMILES SMILED SMILES Lousy celebrity makes joke record Lick-spittle southerner Waiting for next holiday by gas miser SMILES SMILES Positive G.B.H.! Roar, encore, special vexation process Tight faded male arse, decadence and anarchy he said He smiles, SMILE? SMILED Well fed in roman nero way like the way you imagined In the roman and nero kodak films .......... |
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A pillbox crisp
Offer, offer, it was not an unreasonable offer A pillbox crisp, that French git The spikes he left in the bathroom And I never heard from him again Offer, offer, it was not an unreasonable offer But it made me hungry For victuals could not raise nor buy I feel voxish, stack-heeled Hari Krish Those disgusting (vegan new/youth punks) Caught my life mould, give me silenced lectures Offer, offer, it was not an unreasonable offer But it made me hungry For victuals could not raise nor buy I've been sharpening a knife in the bathroom On a brick I got from the garden No one will fuck with me again Offer, offer, it was not an unreasonable offer But it made me hungry For victuals could not raise nor buy Feel vox crisp And voxish |
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| 7. |
| 8:52 |
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A serious man
In need of a definitive job He had drunk too much Mandrake anthrax Pro-rae, pro-rae Oloron Tormented tots With Burton weeping His idiot contacts Pro-rae, pro-rae Put your claim into Tempo House Go round there to Tempo House Go round and have a grouse Put your claim into Tempo House Roll the chubby round jowls Roll the chubby round jowls And Burton's weeping His chairs are weeping God damn the pedantic Welsh Pro-rae, pro-rae Put your claim into Tempo House Go round there to Tempo House Go there and have a grouse Put your claim into Tempo House I'd sing "Solitaire" for the B.E.F. But who wants to be with them, anyway? Snow on Easter Sunday Jesus Christ in reverse I tell ya, the Dutch are weeping In four languages at least Oloron Pro-rae And Burton is weeping Put your claim into Tempo House Put your claim into Tempo House Go round and have a grouse Put your claim into Tempo House Illness, pollution, should be encouraged and let loose Then maybe some would have a genuine grouse Spring right out of the fetters Right away from 63 Market Place Tempo House address Pro-rae, pro-rae Oloron Winston Churchill had a speech imp-p-p-pediment And look what he did He razed half of London And the Dutch are weeping Lusted after French paintings Pro-rae, pro-rae Put your claim into Tempo House Go round there and have a grouse Go round, have a grouse Put your claim into Tempo House Pro-rae |
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| 8. |
| 6:56 |
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Tied up to posts
Blindfold so can't feel maintainance Kickback art thou that thick? Death of the dimwits Businessman hits train Businessman hits train His veiled sex seeps through his management sloth The journey takes one hour And its a hexen hour Hexen school Hexen cursed Hexen bowl boils Hexen rule Explain the mood harm The DDR scene Alpine pullovers Alpine give over You can clutch at my toes You will drive me insane You know nothing about it It's not your domain Don't confuse yourself with someone who has something to say Cause its a hexen rain Hexen fodder Hexen cursed Hexen bowl boils Hexen rule explain the mood harm While greenpeace looked like saffron on the realm Brown, shrivelled A Kellog's peace The opposition was down Red church on a hill Red church on a hill Styrofoam insides Aluminium tiers Louis Armstrong tapes waft down the aisles And its a hexen hour Hexen file Hexen rule Hexen bowl boils Hexen rule in the hour of the fall It takes grace to play the second fiddle well His cap emblazoned a crusty knife (Live only one,) was these you ate Goes with you down, and pats your head That's strife knot Strife ker-not Strife is life and don't forget it Strife is life, you don't wanna hear it Could be thirteen or thirty one of this mob Could be thirteen or thirty one of this mob Strife knot Strife ker-not Life is strife but you don't wanna hear it Strife is life and that's it And that's it, and that's it And that's it |
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| 9. |
| 4:20 |
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The man who's head expanded.
The man whose head expanded was corrupted by Mr. Sociological memory. Was corrupted by Mr. Sociological Memory Man. Could not get a carrier bag for love nor money. The man whose head expanded. Sounds like hick wap huh? Sounds like hick wap huh? Over. Over. Over. Over. The man who's head expanded. The soap opera writer, would follow him around and use his jewels for T.V. prime time. The man who's head expanded. Turn that bloody blimey space invader off! The man who's head expanded explained: The scriptwriter would follow him around, of this he was convinced. It was no coincidence. The lager seemed poisoned. It was no matter of small consequence. No little pub incidence. A red faced post- 'Jolly Grapes' would steal his jewels, and put them in the mouths of Vic. actor fools. Of this he was convinced. Sounds like hick wap huh? Sounds like a load of mick wap ha? Over. Over. Over. Over. The man whose head expanded. The man whose head expanded. Does not want to appear illiterate. Crack! Crack! Does not want to appear illiterate. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! The man who's head expanded. Come on with the heraldry. Add misinterpretation, prerogative. John Kennedy's pulmanesque explained. (pub-asp slyness) The man who's head diminished. The man who's head diminished. Sounds like my head, trying to unravel this lot, I can tell you Sparky! (Mig 20 crack) |
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| 10. |
| 2:32 |
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LUDD GANG Lyrics
(Ludd gang, Ludd gang..) Ports, Jap, fella, missed, film, swiz, quartz, lorry, back, tread, damn, ludd gang The housing association Burn down both streets A prefix of frustration I'll stick with the gang of one I'll make a stand with the Ludd Gang Got a hole in the brain for ya Got a hole in the brain for ya Courage my sweet Courage my sweet Courage my sweet It's the quiet like death It's the choir-ette of death Got a hole in the brain for ya Got a hole in the brain for ya I hate the guts ashamed of Stephen For what he has done The massacre of "Blue Christmas" On him I'd like to land one on But I'm stuck with a gang of one Got a hole in the brain for ya Courage my sweet Courage my sweet It's a quiet like death It's the choir-ette of death The housing association foiled the reign of the rain For this, MacDonald is truly grateful Cab driver asks why I'm not At home with my feet put up (campaigns run amok, brick a window, run amok) Whats, Jap, lorry, back, feather, next, bishops, ludd gang |
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| 4:18 |
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Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy. Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy.
J. Hill's** satanic reign. Ass-lickers King O'Team. Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy x 2. In the marble halls of the charm school. How flair is punished. Under Marble Millichip***, the FA. broods. On how flair can be punished. They're guest is a Euro-State magnate. How flair is punished. K.K.C. X4. In the booze club, George Best**** does rule. How flair is punished. His downfall was a blonde girl, but that's none of your business! K. K. C. X 4 Former fan at the bus stop. Treads on the ball at his feet, in the christmas rush. And in his hands, two lager cans. Talks to himself. At the back. At the top. What are the implications of the club unit? Plastic, Slime, Partitions, Cocktail, Zig-Zag, Tudor Bar. Pat McGatt. Pat McGatt, the very famous sports reporter is talking......there. FANS! ! ! "Remember, you are abroad! Remember the police are rough! Remember the unemployed! Remember my expense account! HOT DOGS AND SEAT FOR MR. HOGG !! HOT DOGS AND SEAT FOR MR. HOGG!!! AAAAAANNNNDDD HIS GROTTYSPAWN! ! ! ! Lurid brochures for ground unit. Our style is punished. K. K. C. X 5 Remember! don't collect with the rough. K. K. C. X 1 Kicker, lets swell the facilities. Kicker Conspiracy times eight. |
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| 4:26 |
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Day by day.
The moon gains on me. Day by day. The moon gains on me. Purchased pair of flabby wings. I took to doing some HOVERING. Here is a list of incorrect things. HOVERED mid-air outside a study. An academic needed his chin, sent in the dust of some cheap magazines. His academic rust, could not burn them up. Recruited some gremlins. To get me clear of the airline routes. I paid them off with stuffing from my wings. They had some fun with those cheapo airline snobs. The stuffing loss made me hit a timelock. I ended up in the eighteen sixties. I've been there for one hundred and twenty five years. A small alteration of the past. Can turn time into space. Ended up under Ardwick Bridge. With some veterans from the U.S. Civil War. They were under Irish patronage. We shot dead a stupid sergeant, but I got hit in the crossfire. The lucky hit made me hit a time lock. But, when I got back. The place I made the purchase, no longer exists I'd erased it under the bridge. Day by day. The moon came towards me By such things. The moon came towards me. So now I sleep in ditches. And hide away from nosey kids. The wings rot and feather under me. The wings rot and curl right under me. A small alteration of the past. Can turn time into space. Small touches can alter more than a mere decade. Wings X 17. |
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| 1. |
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Tight faded male arse
Decadence and Anarchy He said, he smiled Something to dance to A certain style SMILE SMILE SMILE SMILE Meat Animals SMILED SMILED Patchwork jacket from the top of his ears Shaved Relation with fellow age group, and opposite birds SMILES Wants anarchy SMILED The club nerve and poses Physical awareness Smiles Take the chicken run, take the chicken run To the toilet In the above, designed from above club Makes ginger "Go on, you can do it!" SMILE SMILES Wants anarchy SMILED Is the fungus damp in the cellar? Positive G.B.H. SMILES With his friends, ask for cigarettes SMILES Sparks off Repeal gun laws in my brain Sparks off Give us a gun if I got one DAMN! Grin Damn Grin UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP SMILE! SMILED! Would ask for a lager in the town of Auschwitz Smiles Desires travel Well fed in a welfare way SMILES SMILED SMILES Lousy celebrity makes joke record Lick-spittle southerner Waiting for next holiday by gas miser SMILES SMILES Positive G.B.H.! Roar, encore, special vexation process Tight faded male arse, decadence and anarchy he said He smiles, SMILE? SMILED Well fed in roman nero way like the way you imagined In the roman and nero kodak films .......... |
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| 10:01 |
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The first god: had in his garden, from the back, looked like
a household pet--but when it was twirled 'round was revealed to be a 3 legged black grey hog; SEE what flows from his mushy pen That person is films on t.v. 5 years back at least he's the "Young Generation" tying to perform country and western Do a dance here SMALL SMALL LOCATION GARDEN garden NEVER since birth not eaten in a day Never since courtship stayed up some nights HE had the 'Kingdom of Evil' book under a German history book-- he was contrived like that-- See what flows! from his mushy pen GARDEN GARDEN Sodomized by presumption (...... his ferry stopped at 'Pool port. revealed to be spolit slate with largesse resource. Wild Bill hick, shaves and charts at last, made the second god sad -- he's coming up.) GODZONE GODZONE JACOB'S LADDER the best firms advertise the least THE second god, lives by fountains that flowed, by the blue shiny lit roads. Had forgot, what others still try to grasp. HE knew the evil of the 'phone, the bells stopped on Sunday when he rose. SHOTGUN! SHOTGUN! SHOTGUN! Perdition. He's here. I saw him I swear on the thingy floor: up on the brown baize lift shaft he's here! He's here at last! JEW ON A MOTORBIKE |
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| 9:08 |
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Tied up to posts
Blindfold so can't feel maintainance Kickback art thou that thick? Death of the dimwits Businessman hits train Businessman hits train His veiled sex seeps through his management sloth The journey takes one hour And its a hexen hour Hexen school Hexen cursed Hexen bowl boils Hexen rule Explain the mood harm The DDR scene Alpine pullovers Alpine give over You can clutch at my toes You will drive me insane You know nothing about it It's not your domain Don't confuse yourself with someone who has something to say Cause its a hexen rain Hexen fodder Hexen cursed Hexen bowl boils Hexen rule explain the mood harm While greenpeace looked like saffron on the realm Brown, shrivelled A Kellog's peace The opposition was down Red church on a hill Red church on a hill Styrofoam insides Aluminium tiers Louis Armstrong tapes waft down the aisles And its a hexen hour Hexen file Hexen rule Hexen bowl boils Hexen rule in the hour of the fall It takes grace to play the second fiddle well His cap emblazoned a crusty knife (Live only one,) was these you ate Goes with you down, and pats your head That's strife knot Strife ker-not Strife is life and don't forget it Strife is life, you don't wanna hear it Could be thirteen or thirty one of this mob Could be thirteen or thirty one of this mob Strife knot Strife ker-not Life is strife but you don't wanna hear it Strife is life and that's it And that's it, and that's it And that's it |
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| 7:01 |
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I'm in the furniture trade
Got a new job today But stick the cretin On the number-three lathe Went down the town To a HM club The sign had a cross Through a couple well-dressed They looked at my coat They looked at my hair An Easy Rider coot Grabbed the edge of my coat Said: 'You're too smart for here' I said: 'I'll see the manager' He was the manager Eat y'self fitter Up the stairs mister Eat y'self fitter Analytics have got My type worked out Analytics on me The poison render I grope about And when I go out My mind splits My eyes doth hurt The musical chairs Have been swallowed up By a cuddly group Who land and rub off Hoping that Whatever it is Will land and drop off I met a hero of mine I shook his hand Got trapped in the door Felt a fool, I tell ya Charmed to meet ya Eat y'self fitter Up the stairs mister Eat y'self fitter Became a recluse And bought a computer Set it up in the home Elusive big one On the screen Saw the Holy Ghost, I swear On the screen Where's the cursor? Where's the eraser? Where's the cursor? Where's the eraser? G-O-H-O-H-O-9-O G-O-H-O-H-O-9-O G-O-H-O-H-O-9-O H-O-9-O-G-O-H-O What's a computer? Eat y'self fitter What's a computer? Eat y'self fitter The Kevin Ayers scene South of France Plush velvet Aback! Aback! Aback! Aback! Levis Fridays Greek holidays Barratt heritance X 3 Mit-Dem! X3 Don't wanna be a mit-dem! X4 Pick the fleas mister Eat y'self fitter Eat y'self fitter? Eat y'self fitter Who tells you what To tape on your vid. chip How do you know the progs you miss Are worse than those you single out? And what'll you do when the rental's up? And your bottom rack is full of vids Of programs you will nay look at The way they act is, oh, sheer delight Cardboard copyright Make it right Panic in Sudan Panic in Wardour Panic in Granadaland Panic all over By the wretched timesheeters Of my delight One starry night The powers that be will have to meet And have no choice but to... Eat each other Eat y'self fitter Eat each other? Eat y'self fitter (Eat y'self fitter) Portly and with good grace The secret straight-back ogre entered His brain aflame With all the dreams It had conjured X4 Mit-dem Don't wanna be a mid-dem X4 The centimeter square Eat y'self fitter Said it purged fear Eat y'self fitter (Eat y'self fitter) |
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The first god: had in his garden, from the back, looked like
a household pet--but when it was twirled 'round was revealed to be a 3 legged black grey hog; SEE what flows from his mushy pen That person is films on t.v. 5 years back at least he's the "Young Generation" tying to perform country and western Do a dance here SMALL SMALL LOCATION GARDEN garden NEVER since birth not eaten in a day Never since courtship stayed up some nights HE had the 'Kingdom of Evil' book under a German history book-- he was contrived like that-- See what flows! from his mushy pen GARDEN GARDEN Sodomized by presumption (...... his ferry stopped at 'Pool port. revealed to be spolit slate with largesse resource. Wild Bill hick, shaves and charts at last, made the second god sad -- he's coming up.) GODZONE GODZONE JACOB'S LADDER the best firms advertise the least THE second god, lives by fountains that flowed, by the blue shiny lit roads. Had forgot, what others still try to grasp. HE knew the evil of the 'phone, the bells stopped on Sunday when he rose. SHOTGUN! SHOTGUN! SHOTGUN! Perdition. He's here. I saw him I swear on the thingy floor: up on the brown baize lift shaft he's here! He's here at last! JEW ON A MOTORBIKE |
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| 3:08 |
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Man whose head:
A - Knew about politburo facade behind 'Kicker' C - Who stole cafe's collection box B - Who applied cut-up technique literally to himself E - Who wore a red scarf to remind him of his fiancee G - And visitor esoteric Japanese says analyser. Mr Alastair touched off the tragedy. Taped voice, barely audible: 'You can tell by the way (...) H - There's a claque that makes use of Lancastrian patronisation of vice. Their rep Jim Davidson. The love of Paris infects the Civil Service. Lichen on the...N I used to have this thing about Link Wray I used to play him every Saturday God bless Saturday God bless Saturday We are The Fall |
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| 5:39 |
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Tight faded male arse
Decadence and Anarchy He said, he smiled Something to dance to A certain style SMILE SMILE SMILE SMILE Meat Animals SMILED SMILED Patchwork jacket from the top of his ears Shaved Relation with fellow age group, and opposite birds SMILES Wants anarchy SMILED The club nerve and poses Physical awareness Smiles Take the chicken run, take the chicken run To the toilet In the above, designed from above club Makes ginger "Go on, you can do it!" SMILE SMILES Wants anarchy SMILED Is the fungus damp in the cellar? Positive G.B.H. SMILES With his friends, ask for cigarettes SMILES Sparks off Repeal gun laws in my brain Sparks off Give us a gun if I got one DAMN! Grin Damn Grin UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP SMILE! SMILED! Would ask for a lager in the town of Auschwitz Smiles Desires travel Well fed in a welfare way SMILES SMILED SMILES Lousy celebrity makes joke record Lick-spittle southerner Waiting for next holiday by gas miser SMILES SMILES Positive G.B.H.! Roar, encore, special vexation process Tight faded male arse, decadence and anarchy he said He smiles, SMILE? SMILED Well fed in roman nero way like the way you imagined In the roman and nero kodak films .......... |
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| 7:17 |
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A serious man
In need of a definitive job He had drunk too much Mandrake anthrax Pro-rae, pro-rae Oloron Tormented tots With Burton weeping His idiot contacts Pro-rae, pro-rae Put your claim into Tempo House Go round there to Tempo House Go round and have a grouse Put your claim into Tempo House Roll the chubby round jowls Roll the chubby round jowls And Burton's weeping His chairs are weeping God damn the pedantic Welsh Pro-rae, pro-rae Put your claim into Tempo House Go round there to Tempo House Go there and have a grouse Put your claim into Tempo House I'd sing "Solitaire" for the B.E.F. But who wants to be with them, anyway? Snow on Easter Sunday Jesus Christ in reverse I tell ya, the Dutch are weeping In four languages at least Oloron Pro-rae And Burton is weeping Put your claim into Tempo House Put your claim into Tempo House Go round and have a grouse Put your claim into Tempo House Illness, pollution, should be encouraged and let loose Then maybe some would have a genuine grouse Spring right out of the fetters Right away from 63 Market Place Tempo House address Pro-rae, pro-rae Oloron Winston Churchill had a speech imp-p-p-pediment And look what he did He razed half of London And the Dutch are weeping Lusted after French paintings Pro-rae, pro-rae Put your claim into Tempo House Go round there and have a grouse Go round, have a grouse Put your claim into Tempo House Pro-rae |
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Day by day.
The moon gains on me. Day by day. The moon gains on me. Purchased pair of flabby wings. I took to doing some HOVERING. Here is a list of incorrect things. HOVERED mid-air outside a study. An academic needed his chin, sent in the dust of some cheap magazines. His academic rust, could not burn them up. Recruited some gremlins. To get me clear of the airline routes. I paid them off with stuffing from my wings. They had some fun with those cheapo airline snobs. The stuffing loss made me hit a timelock. I ended up in the eighteen sixties. I've been there for one hundred and twenty five years. A small alteration of the past. Can turn time into space. Ended up under Ardwick Bridge. With some veterans from the U.S. Civil War. They were under Irish patronage. We shot dead a stupid sergeant, but I got hit in the crossfire. The lucky hit made me hit a time lock. But, when I got back. The place I made the purchase, no longer exists I'd erased it under the bridge. Day by day. The moon came towards me By such things. The moon came towards me. So now I sleep in ditches. And hide away from nosey kids. The wings rot and feather under me. The wings rot and curl right under me. A small alteration of the past. Can turn time into space. Small touches can alter more than a mere decade. Wings X 17. |
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| 11:11 |
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The Leicester YOP, TEP, instructor
Emerged from corridor His state-subsidized cannabis haze Moved reptilian in its all-levelling routine I said to him It's about time you started thinking About the black dog on your back Said it's about time you started thinking About the rerun which is your life Moveable backdrop The backdrop shifted and changed The Manchester regiment of the Stuarts Would not tread on your patch Got nearly down to Derby you know Was stopped by stinking Billy And rode a racing horse which I had liberated From a Tyneside morgue I said to the men It's about time you started thinking About the black dog on your back It's about time you started thinking About the void in your life A military prison or worse The backdrop shifted and changed The semite man's home is full of sperm And pulled down His mezuzah was kicked around As I did it I said to them The backdrop shifted and changed So did not even know what song it was What it was Who put the yellow pills in the Gordon's gin? The backdrop shifted and changed Until did not even know When the lot come up Bomb-hole in our schedule Who put the yellow pills in the Gordon's gin? The backdrop shifted and changed Till the reptillian TEP instructor merged With stinking Billy's morass of flesh And the Yorkies drifted 1902 Metropole The Yorkies (ripley yorks) shifted and drifted I said to them The backdrop shifted and changed And this was The Fall Goodnight |
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