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I was in a sleeping dream
When a policeman brought my mother home By the window I didn't scream I was too old for that I was in a drunken dream The pubs were closed It was three o'clock At the bottom of the street it seemed There was a policeman lost in the fog I understand but I don't see it I understand but I don't see it I understand but I don't read it Futures and Pasts You can cry for your lost childhood Will you cry for our lost childhoods? But remember how you hated it And worse cause you couldn't state it? And it's time for the note, see it And it's time for the note, say it And it's time for the note, read it Futures and Pasts Look at the woman of thirty-nine Look at the man of forty-nine You can read their lousy lives You can see their ugly face lines They understand but they don't see it They understand but they don't see it I understand but I don't read it Futures and Pasts I understand but I don't see it I understand but I don't see it I understand but I don't read it Futures and Pasts |
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Er, what's this thing about?
Er, nothing. (...) no recipes It was like a see-saw No It was like an up and down Bye bye Mother, Sister Mother, Sister Why did you put your head in? (...) It's all a diminished return Now Floorboard Creaks Mother, Sister Mother, Sister Why did you push your head in? Ash tray Our Friends And the fathers are underground Your mouth is sold out Mother, Sister Mother, Sister Why did you put your head in? Pile on |
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I'm searching for the now
I'm looking for the real thing, yeah Head through a blue haze Waiting for the musical craze We gotta taxi for Mr. Nelson Taxi for Mr. Nelson Rebellious Jukebox yeah Rebellious Jukebox, oh No sounds at first came out This machine had dropped out But it made music to itself Made music for itself Rebellious Jukebox yeah Rebellious Jukebox now I'm looking for the home of the real I want a happy time now Drinkers from the slaughterhouse Weren't happy and went out Noise resounds aloud Noise resounds the lounge Rebellious Jukebox yeah Rebellious Jukebox oh I sidled up to a fruit machine This I was imagining: Some drinkers dancing at the bar Drinkers dancing for the bar Rebellious Jukebox yeah Rebellious Jukebox now I'm searching for the now I'm looking for the real thing yeah |
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Get off the Ind. Est.
Get off the Ind. Est. Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate Well you started here to earn your pay Clean neck and ears on your first day Well we tap one another as you walk in the gate And we'd build a canteen but we haven't got much space Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate And the crap in the air will fuck up your face Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate Boss can bloody take most of your wage And if you get a bit of depression Ask the doctor for some valium Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate |
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| 5. |
| 3:34 |
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Ba da ba da ba da ba daaa!
Late 20th Century was late and just said yes or no And was mistaken for sarcasm, even belligerent Now to fight! They're putting me away but I'll be back someday Putting me away but I'll be back someday Prisoner for a year and a day Putting me away but I'll be back someday A bust doorbell sound and the door broken down A doorbell sound and the door broken down They rang and rang but I never went down And now they're putting me away but I'll be back someday Putting me away but I'll be boo ba ba boo ba ba bow.. Verse second (Peel session: I thought I would follow a friend Red banner, split end Follow a friend or some local men I used to drink a bottle of vodka a day) They rang and rang but I never went down People ring I never go down All metal walls now I'm sent down And they're putting me away but I'll be back someday Putting me away but I'll be back someday And my night sight's gone but it won't be long I see see long now it's gone Just two girls and a millionaire And they're putting me away but I'll be back someday Putting me away but I'll be boo ba ba....... Put the heat on Putting me away No sex or records for a year and a day They're putting me away I've been bunged up, I've been banged up I've been moved up, I've been banged up I said ba da ba da ba da badaaaaa MES: You make it (..) Riley: That'll be right then |
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| 6. |
| 3:14 |
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And note of your own choice, boys and girls
Inadequate planters, methadone stubbies You got energy vampires More hands on the tranquillisers An unholy alliance And jokes about faith Give me another drink You're as strong as your weakest link A mess of My age A mess of my race A mess of our radio I remember the times This was a beginning Of a permissive new age But it's the same old cabbage A mess of my age A mess of our race A mess of our our our our (megaphone bit) I don't look at myself I have no health Take no notice of me I probably work for a record company A mess of our age A mess of my taste A mess of our nervous systems Cowering mockers The company money's ran out To longer hot properties Get back in their closets A mess of my age A mess of my race Fill the rest in yourself |
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| 4:13 |
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No Christmas for John Quays
Come on get a bit of fucking guts into it What what Well the powders reach you And the powders teach you But when you find they can't reach you There is no Christmas for junky He thinks he is More interesting Than the world Ah but buying fags Puts him in a whirl I'll have a packet of three-five fives Will you fucking put the monitors on for Christ's sake? I'll have a packet of three-five fives I'll have 20 of those over there I'll have 20 No.6 for a headache And I've had enough right there, stop (Why is this) Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah He spits in the sky It falls in his eye And then he gets to sitting Talking to his kitten Talking about Frankie Lymon Tell me why is it so? Tell me why is it so? Why did the sky break today? Why did this happen today? He goes out of his face with the Idle Race He goes out of the room with this tune Although the skins are thin He knows its up to him To go out or stay in I'll stay in I'll stay in Have a break You Me X-Mas X-Mas Well the powders reach you And the powders teach you But when you find they can't reach you There is no Christmas for junky There is no girls There is no curls Just the traffic passing by Bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye Open the room, there's a cloud of smoke Will you fucking get it together instead of showing off? Give me one Give me B Give me three Give me D No X-mas for John Quays |
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| 9. |
| 3:39 |
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Net cap. of 58 thousand pounds
They sweat on their way down Grey ports with customs bastards Hang around like clowns the Uh-containers and their drivers Bad indigestion Bad bowel retention Speed for their wages Suntan, torn short sleeves Look at a car park for two days Look at a grey port for two days Train line, stone and grey This is not their town Big cigars come out of the ground Sweat on their way down F. Jack's a distant relation Communists are just part time workers And there's no thanks From the loading bay ranks Look at a car park for two days Look at a grey port for two days Train line, stone and grey RO-RO roll on roll off The container drivers Speed for their wages Uh-containers Uh-and their drivers |
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| 11. |
| 7:13 |
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Hail the new puritan
Maelstrom, cook one And all hard-core fiends Will die by me And all decadent sins Will reap discipline New puritan This is the grim reefer The snap at the end of the straw With a high grim quota Your star karma gin New puritan In LA the window opener switch Is like a dinosaur cackle A pterodactyl cackle Jet plane circle Over imported trees All the film ghosts will rise up With the sexually abused and the new youth In Britain the scream of electric pumps in a renovated pub Your stomach swells up before you get drunk Don't call me Peter I can't go Salem's just up the road I've got work to do Hail the new puritan Out of hovel-cum-coven-cum-oven (spoken) (right you go back to that riff) Hail the new puritan Out of hovel, cum-coven, cum-oven And all hard-core fiends Will die by me And all decadent sins Will reap discipline New puritan I curse your preoccupation With your record collection New puritan has no time It's only music, John New puritan Ungodly mass Thick ass |
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| 12. |
| 5:03 |
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Wireless enthusiast intercepts government secret radio band and
uncovers secrets and scandals of deceitful type proportions. Aghast goes next door to his neighbor, secretly excited, as aforementioned was a hunter whom radio enthusiast wanted friendship and favor of. A new face in hell Nearly a new face in hell! A muscular, thick-skinned, slit-eyed neighbor is at the table poisoned just thirty seconds before by parties who knew of wireless operator's forthcoming revelation. A new face in hell! A prickly line of sweat covers enthusiast's forehead as the realization hits him that the same government him and his now dead neighbor voted for and backed and talked of on cream porches have tricked him into their war against the people who enthusiast and dead hunter would have wished torture on. A servant of government walks in and arrests wireless fan in kitchen for murder of his neighbor A new face in hell! The dead cannot contradict Sometimes the living cannot A new face in hell! |
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| 3:54 |
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The evil is not in extremes
It's in the aftermath The middle mass After the fact Vulturous in the aftermath Summer close season A quiet dope and cider man But during the season Hard drug and cider mates The boy is like a tape loop The boy is like a uh-uh Not much contact Drinking, the men wait They are set at nought Because cripple states a holy state Because cripple states a holy state The Werhmacht never got in here The Werhmacht never got in here The Werhmacht never got in here The Werhmacht never got in here Thought it took us six years The werhmacht never got in here And living here you whisper, bub And living here you whisper, bub! This boy is like a tape loop And he has soft mitts But he's the last domain Of a very black, back room brain He learned a word today The word's misanthropy And he's running to and from The cats from tin pan alley And he's running with and from The cats from tin pan alley And going down the alley Take the cats from the alley Up to them The alley's full of cats from tin pan Come into the back room Brian And meet The middl mass The middl mass Vulturous in the aftermath Middl mass |
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| 2:41 |
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Well I didn't eat the weekend
but I put the weight BACK ON AGAIN n 'our kid got back from MUNICH he didn't LIKE IT MUCH It just goes to show No nerves left Monday Morning and I think I'll cut mein Dyckhoff* the trouble it got me in went home to my SLUM CANYON, on my way I LOOKED UP, I sawn Turrets of VICTORIAN WEALTH I saw John the ex-Fox sleeping in some OUTSIDE BOGS there's a silent rumble, in the buildings of the night council) I HAD AN AWAKE DREAM, I WAS IN THE SUPERVISION DEPT, OF A BIG TOWN STORE, SECURITY 1-4 (We had cameras in the clothes dummies) A Man came up to them, he wanted sex in the dummies eyes. Then came up the cry. |
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| 9:24 |
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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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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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| 5:06 |
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Do y'know what you look like
Before you go out? But I say happy memories Leave a bitter taste I need a good brainwash agent To cut out this present shout of: Do y'know what you look like Before you go out? That's why you eat crap food That's why nobody talks to you That's why you messed up everything you do Do y'know what you look like Before you go out? Look Know Look He was the first one to wear a flying jacket and go to a club And she has the general policy of not being seen dead in a pub Straight-leg jeans when she goes out There's a microbe attached to their brains that itches And gives a morning shout Do y'know what you look like Before you go out? But I say happy memories leave a bitter taste I got a prison in me Our bodies weren't made for times like these I always have a wash And that's enough Do y'know what you look like Before you go out? You gotta know what you look like nowadays Before you go out Or some existential crap will write about you They say don't drink alcohol! You gotta know what you look like, oh! Before you go out Know, look, look But I say get it down yer neck Ein beer And I will you and you attack attack Pure Satre food Catchment club Do y'know what you look like Before you go out? With all the fashions you filched off faggots With all the fashions you filched off faggots Do y'know what you look like Before you go out? Here's health! |
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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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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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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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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 The following from Sinister Times: Our pine pullovers You can clutch at my toes You will drive me insane You know nothing about it Its not your domain Don't confuse yourself with someone who has something to say. That green peace looked like saffron on the realm Brown, dishevelled A Kellogs home Red church on a hill Styrofoam inside Aluminum Tiers Louis Armstrong tapes waft down the aisles Synthesized That's strife knot It takes grace to play the second fiddle well Life is strife, don't forget it. Life is strife and I said it Strife is life, but you don't want to hear it. Biggest bed holds the mask of death |
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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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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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He was agin the rich
He was agin the poor He was against all trepidation He was agin the rich On the loose again He was agin the rich There's a new fiend on the loose On the back of the exhaust clip Clipped on rich and poor alike Come to roost again once more Ol' Nick doesn't go from digs to digs no more Hit him on the head with a 2 by 4 Nowadays he has a Georgian glazed porch Used table leg to club son in law New fiend in your home again He said show me my quarters and glasses There's a new fiend on the loose Jolting in his tradition It's a fear of the obtuse He's got patents on the moaning |
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These are the words of expectation
These are the words of success, expectation From a pleasing mug From a pleasing pan Every now and then I would like to try something like this It is the modicum of my career (I would like at the bottom of my..) These are the words of expectation These are the words of success, expectation (Middle right or to the left I have tears I shed tears And I am here to enable everybody..) The whole world is large, and whatever it is The whole trend is effective Whether middle, right or to the left I have tears, I shed fears, I have tears, I have fears And I am here to enable everybody to say yes, no Or I don't know even Like Leicester Polytechnic Is scheisse, is scheisse These are the words of success, expectation These are the words of dead direction (Clubs for the storks The vision is top of the clubs Paddy McGinty's goat) I would like deep down At the bottom of my odour, lingering, my heart and soul To see the government wrecked And my LPs roll (The government's right and my LPs wrong) These are the words of success, expectation These are the words of complete disorientation Think of him I was in a fix But I show you now get out of it Looks like an AWOL predic. But I'll worm worm right out of it I'm the head wrangler Day will come and it won't be long When the roof of my mouth sticks to the tip of my tongue I'm the head wrangler The trials drawn out and long When the cell door slams I won't be the one I'm the head wrangler I'm proud of the way I've avoided prison If we carry on like this we're gonna end up like King Crimson I'm the head wrangler To please is a curse, and worse At parties I'm bitter Get presented Am bitter - a civilian policeman Five smiles - I'm bitter Get presented With the pence, the reckless pence Go to aid Halifax copter To please is the curse and nurse To please is the curse at worst I'm the head wrangler Think of him I was in a fix But I'll show you now get out of it Looks like an AWOL predicament But I'll worm my way right out of it I'm the head wrangler These are the words of dead direction Wrap it up. |
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Bill Grundy's intro:
I have never seen five thousand yobbos in my life I promise you I'm only going to speak to you now For a few seconds But a bit later I'm going to tell you About how I made the fortune of punk rock Since I think that music starts with Johann Sebastian Bach And ends with Franz Schubert You're going to have to listen a bit later About my interview on television The first they'd ever had Bad language See you later Enjoy yourselves |
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| 2:33 |
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Couldn't get ahead
I just couldn't get ahead Come out of pub, the shop is closed Come out of pub, Harry wants to know When the next bus is I said five or ten minutes I had my change in my hands The bus flashes past. My hands are caught Couldn't get ahead. I just couldn't get ahead. In a week, earned money for month Got all my jobs done My eyelids were sick of it Gist was I could sleep for a day? But bad bills have no respect for a decent man's rest Flopping on the doorstep Outlined in color red Couldn't get ahead. Just couldn't get ahead. On an Asiatic plane with wings not of the grain Toilet queue was endless Couldn't get a beer The hostesses were muslims When I get in toilet, Light flashes: "Return to seat." I feared withdrawal And I feared beer was making sludge of my head. Couldn't get ahead. Just couldn't get ahead. Now my problems are solved It's a remedy of old I pretend I'm blind you see Put on some Armani clothes And act like ET Where I'm at is a cabbage patch, no longer strewn with weeds Have a Ghandi at me Colour mags wish me well No more, no get ahead. Couldn't get ahead. Just couldn't get ahead. |
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Past trees the fairies are flyin
Past trees with rose bushes in The child was spoilt Victorian The child was spoilt Victorian Spoilt Victorian Child Sugar and cakes appear mean Sitting at the table Tigers pop-up from books Spoilt Victorian Child Let's take it ten years on You're looking back from then Under rough grey blankets Thread loose stained grey blanket Spoilt Victorian Child C.L.O. - Pedia E.N.C.Y.C.L.O. - Pedia Musical chairs rouge cheeks he remembers Thru' the aqueduct of five years Spoilt Victorian Child shall avoid reflection The child was spoilt Victorian Spoilt Victorian Child Mirrors can't hid the toxic of disfigured Poxes Spoilt Victorian Child Past trees the fairies are flyin Past trees with rose bushes in The butterfly shrugs to fly in Sugar and iced cakes appear mean The child was spoilt Victorian The child was spoilt Victorian Spoilt Victorian Child C.L.O. - Pedia And you know that servants keep their order knowledge And as you walk in on the footsteps steed babe In the encrusted green unwild You know you are a spoilt Victorian child |
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I'm telling you now and I'm telling you this
Life can be an onward, downward Chip-chit-chip-chit-chip I'm not saying they're really thick But all the groups who've hit it big Make the Kane Gang look like an Einstein chip chip NYC chip A place to live chip This is the Thule group. This is the cool group. I'm telling you now and I'm telling you this. Shawn and (the Chewer/Petula), macabre Here are your wedding pictures They are black Stick it in the gut Stick in the mud. Boffins bray Boffins brag Stick it in the gut Stick in the mud. They take from the medium poor to give to the needy poor Via the government poor Give it to the poor poor They're knocking on my door Entrance Entranced Stick it in the mud Stick it in the gut Cheap fog Cheap fog Rotting scout-belt Stick it in the gut Who are the riff-makers. Who are they really? How old are the stars really? Half-wit philanthropist, cosy charity gig If God could see this He'd stick it They stick it in the gut Cheap fog Rotting scout-belt Stick it in the gut Stay in the mud They take it from the medium poor To give it to the medium poor Via the government poor And give it to the poor poor Stick it in the gut Red composite Wealthy philanthropist You son of a bitch Entranced Entrance Entranced Stick in the mud Stick it in the gut I'm telling you now and I'm telling you this, Life can be a downward chip. |
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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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How can I? How can I? How can I?
Get up, make a buck Get up, make a buck My race was bred on hash My race was bred on hash Get up, make a buck, Get up, make a buck. The stolen dark Please don't (muffled). What you need (band) How can I? What you need (band) How can I? What you need (band) What you need (band) Turn down a corner I Been bleeding some itch What you need (band) How can I? What you need (band) What you need (MES) What you need (MES and band) An oven mitt What you need for your verbose kitchen What you need (MES and band) Present notebook for you What you need (MES and band) A bit of Iggy Stooge. What you need (MES and band) Whay you need (MES and band) Reduced smoking habit What you need (MES and band) Sex but not having it What you need (MES) One face Two face new What you need (band) Slippery shoes for your horrible feet We're obsessed with (MES and band) What you need (MES) What you need is to love her so much What you need is us as pressure group Out of reach What you need (band) On this we're all agreed What you need (MES and band) One: Face with girl past What you need Two: a profile that is low-key And to meet your horrible new dad With a grudge against me What you need (MES and band) What you need (band) Is a censor for pals like these. What you need (MES and band) What you need (band) What you need (MES and band) What you need is One. What face? Two: face new Three. Face mag for arse Four. Three rules of audience Five. Mug of Geoff Travis, framed Six. The book Theft is Vision by the brothers Copeland. What you need (MES) Finance luck What you need (band) What you need (MES) Out of reach What you need (band) What you need (MES) What you need (MES) What you need (band) Get up, make a buck What you need (band) How can I? What you need (band) How can I? What you need (band) How can I? What you need |
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Hot aftershave bop
Canisters from orange box Bop aftershave shock Courtesy orange box Hey diggy diggety dog Hot aftershave bop Furniture defrost Bop aftershave hot Hot aftershave bop Hey stranger I love you a lot Hey baby I love you a lot But here is us moaning Digging in our pocket again Are these your English friends? Fill the blender to the top again Hot aftershave bop Hot spirit shave slop Bop aftershave hot Here is us moaning Digging in our pockets again Any man or anything Laid flat by shave shock Bop aftershave hot Hot aftershave bop |
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Porterage down
The dark gross chapel The stepped streets around now Sells person mobile Porterage down Dark gross chapel The stepped streets around now Was introduced by a woman loose-limbed, slim One look up to a whitewashed ugly wall Whoosh made worse by dirty postcards Trapped in their town Their bracing criminals in panicky hall No time for The Fall group I'll put you down Porterage down To the dark gross chapel These stepped streets around now (So's cro-cellar...) I'll put you down To the gross chapel You were right said Peter Dying for a smoke But you should've said to them please (Job's idea) how little they (...) (Like Canava's) coming up assaulted They were as fed up as I was Waiting outside after putting blame on you Porterage down (I slam) I am ailing Porterage down (...) .Wearing his clothes, they (...) and their commandos live happy In that scaly (eard) Where (air) were commandos Storm all pallisades Our leaders will not refuse us We will (tangle maze) Throw them from glasses And about the enemy's ears Sing Ta ra ra ra ra For the British Grenadiers I'll put you down |
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Look under
Look under From the hotbed of creation in dreamstate. The cure, bulletin, zeitung Was in no pill. Look under. The cure was in no pill. The German athletic star was continually ill. For months doctors were puzzled. The star would complain of the smell in his room. On visiting him this was found to be true. An odor resembling hot-dogs permeated the whole bedroom. A solution was only discovered by my closely watching his brother Gert. Gert was handsome, well-meaning, but slightly a careless type. Not malicious, I hope you understand and grasp. No chance. But on returning from his clerical job, Gert would park his Volkswagen at the end of the day willy-nilly in the driveway, usually the wrong way round, so that the exhaust fumes would flow upwards right through the open windows of the athletic star's upstairs bedroom. (carburettor) I also discovered that Gert would turn his engine over for up to an hour. I don't know why. Citizens in my street are also partial to this. Look under. The cure was in no pill. Obtaining a new parking space for Gert's motor-car, athletic star soon recovered. Unfortunately, this being East Germany, Gert patriotically volunteered to be sent on a labor beautification course of the countryside north-west of Dresden. And never seen again. And never seen again. Look under. The cure was in no pill. Had to look under the window sill. The window sill. Look under. The cure was in no pill. Had to look under the window sill. The window sill. From certain facts you have to go on and further and often it is better to go around or look under. the windowsill etc.. etc.. |
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| 14. |
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Conversation with Ham A. Circa: Post House Motel.
Australians in Europe X 6 Never ever breathe Australians in Europe Get a whiff of Air and Helium to breathe.* Australians in Europe X 2 Higher! Australians in Europe X 3 THINK. Why did the Great Grandad leave? Australians in Europe never see. He was consigned to a boat, after using a huge great cleaver. Australians in Europe X 4 Never ever....................... B.R.E.A.T.H.E. Australians your biggest things rejected, I have ever seen. Because the boys use a map and they live in Berlin. Your like a pair of dogs loose in McGregor's kiln, you know shit. Australians in Europe X 5 Wake up and suss the scene. You'd better leave them parents, and try Hamburg to Berlin. Your just a bloody Twister, so who do you think your foolin. Australians in Europe |
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The magnificent structure straddled the river
As I dictated my autobiography to my biographer When I heard this tune My title was "Renegade Genius" But was interrupted much too soon Was interrupted much too soon I received this line Twister From me in Hampstead he received a letter I headed it "Dear Twister" Up from West Hampstead I visited Keswick On permission from the guard I begun like this but could not continue it When I heard this tune (It begun like this but could not continue it) My ears were burned By this tune My head swooned By this tune Twister The train from London on day of lunacy Was packed with innocents Children tended by walkman'd parents Cretins auditioning For non-existent parts on TV One The train was a tube Within the crushing beauty of the countryside On the London-Keswick run Twister ((MES in background: My head burned...burned...da da da da..my ears burned.. countryside has sold out..countryside...cheap phone calls home... accent all around..cheap phone calls...ramble..grinning... normally..rambled...in my ear hole...was day of lunacy..some things like...explosives..of pages turned..shadows..massive fucking noises...pop stars.. heh heh hackles...try mystic meg..twister...rustic town... twister) Twister |
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Baghdad/Space Cog/Analyst *
You'll never guess who informed It was Craig and Steve The stool pigeons, cha-cha-cha-cha... Guest informant, guest informant Guest informant, guest informant I followed the colonel to the cheap hotel, I tapped the beds I wired the phones as well, Colonel Boggs Maroley was his mantle Had not counted on I had not counted on Guest Informant, guest informant I've been split on, I've been touted on, I had not counted on Guest Informant In the burning scorch of another Sunday over The miserable Scottish hotel, Resembled a Genesis or Marillion, 1973 LP cover All the hotel staff had been dismissed, It was me, the Hoover, and the O. A. P.s Asked: Could he turn killer? Thought: could I kill him? Pondered: Or is he itinerant? But I guess he's just a cog analyst Guest informant, guest informant Baghdad/Space Cog/Analyst. I could not comprehend, I could not understand Had not counted on, I had not counted all Guest informant, guest informant I've been split by a first-grade moron And I had not counted on, I had not counted on Guest informant, guest informant Guest informant, guest informant I've been let down, by a first-grade moron And I could not comprehend Had not counted on Guest informant, guest informant |
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Shout!
Here's a dance that is pure hell Enter at your peril Take five dead beat steps Do a stroll Act like you just got outta jail You must be repellant Dance dead beat descendant Dead beat descendant Shout! Come back here Come back here Turn left shout and shout come back here Then hot-tail it right outta there You are now descendant You are a now descendant Dead beat descendant Shout! Make out your head is in a bell And you got a man on your trail And you are descendent, of a vicious criminal Dead beat descendant's Dawn! Dawn! Dawn! |
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Cabbing it uptown
You're moving it uptown You taxi it uptown uptown And you're moving it southwest You're cabbing it uptown You're moving up sideways sideways And you're cabbing it uptown uptown Cabbing it uptown Your business friend Your business friend's Australian And when he comes it's Gotterdamerung! But you're cabbing it uptown You're moving up south now You're moving it uptown uptown Sideways sideways (...) People going, people going Moving it uptown And locked in the door bins Slowly slowly Jump in! Jump in! You're cabbing it uptown uptown But you know the best, Dan I dunno where I am I feel like crying But cabbing it uptown You're moving up sideways Moving up slowly You're cabbing it uptown (Taxi! .....) You'd better cab it up slowly Moving in circles A Shepherd's Bush man Eats from a can He taxi it southwest southwest He moving it uptown uptown Uptown Uptown You'd better cab it up slowly You'd better taxi it slowly You'd better cab it slowly You'd better cab it up Jump in! Jump in! Michael! Michael! |
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Do you work hard?
Do you work hard? You don't! You don't! You don't! Chicago, now! Do you work hard? Do you try hard? You don't. Chicago, now! All is commission time Commission C.T. time Set down, setting down C.T C.T. time Chicago, now! Work hard. Do you try hard? Dear crew Try hard. Chicago, now! That's it: you don't. That's it: you don't. Chicago, now! Chicago, now! Step down Setting down, just setting down See their butt all over the street You just go up and meet Just setting down. Chicago now. Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-ho. |
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Hilary
Where's the sixty quid you borrowed off me for the gas? I won't give you a kiss Hilary Hey Hilary 'New Faces' on Saturday at six Brought you back to me Hilary I'm sure it was you in the new Audi Outside Sainsbury's Hilary Remember when you needed three caps of speed To get out of bed And now you're on ecstasy Hilary With your daft African pop And that wine you call bull's blood Hilary I thank the lord that you still don't live next to me Hilary |
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The war against Intelligence
War versus Intelligence Notebooks out plagiarists War Against Intelligence War versus Intelligence They got a lot of debris yesterday They stuck out its golden horns And volunteered its essence War Against Intelligence Hey pseud! Why did you defect to the other side? Hey dude! Give the info a rest and use your mind Dancing with your Dada mates (Dad and mates) in the corner You're such a bloody fool You think your haircut is distinguished When it's a blot on the English landscape Hey dude! Get your mental bones right outta here! You! It's beyond your capability Hey git! In the league of mental short-arse And you will never recompense For your war versus intelligence War versus Intelligence War Against Intelligence Hey dude! |
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Idiot groups with no shape or form
Out of their heads on a quid of blow The shapeless kecks* flapping up a storm Look at what they are: a pack of worms Idiot Joy Showland The nylon leaves are falling From the twisted shell of your cranium Your mystic jump suits cannot hide Your competitive plagiarism Idiot Joy Showland Freddie and the Dreamers, come on up Hey you imitators, come on up Hey little singer, come on up Show us your house and Show us your cock The working class has been shafted So what the fuck you sneering at? Your prerogative in life it seems Is living out an ad man's dream Idiot Joy Showland California has Disneyland And Blackpool has a Funland And Flanders had no man's land This place idiot show bands Idiot Joy Showland And now microcosms come and go And it's amazing what they show Your sportsmen's tears are laudanum Idiot Joy Showland The locusts are all queuing in For Idiot Joy Showland Idiot Joy |
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Desperate for entertainment
So I turn the TV on There's people jumping up and down Then they have the panel on And they talk a lot of wind They talk a lot of wind Then they have the weatherman on He used to teach all our friends He talked a lot of wind He talks a lot about wind Then they have Carl Lewis on He's got a ponytail and he's a vegan He talks a lot of wind He talks a lot about wind I turn the tragic lantern on It's a program 'Good Morning'* It's a lot of wind They talk a lot about wind I'm real sick and in distress I got octagonals in my eyelids From watching all that wind I get horrible horrible horrible dreams So I ring the TV line and get a lot of wind They talk a lot of wind You see them selling carpets You see them in the shops You see them on the kids programs And they talk a lot of wind Oh the boredom in my bones From belching a lot of wind They talk a lot about wind They talk a lot about wind I gotta forget about the wind Has a lot of nerve To talk a lot about wind There's a roly-poly, roly-poly man He's got a yak haircut (dick, dick, dick) They talk a lot about wind |
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The Mixer is close to me
He turns his head and smiles at me. And I'm am glad He earns my salary. The mixer In Espanol restaurants The people and staff they clap The mixer sweats In comic type letters the voices are saying Clap, clap The mixer sweats The mixer sweats The mixer of Jamaican origin Born, raised in the US* observes the Victorian (press/prayer) Clap, clap, clap Clap, clap The BLBDS is overeasy on the (carpets/compress) And the mixer sweats. (First eqipment line) (Second equipment line) The mixer is close to me He turns his head and smiles at me** (spoken) 'It possessed the sort of bright sound microphone with audio pickup pattern. It can produce broad responses, hi-fidelity quality, no feedback and no howling etc. We can express good sound of your voice, an excellent melody orchestra, a self-contained filter control, explosive breath sounds, controlled explosive breath sounds ...... wind noises, in different locations....' Mixer sweats |
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In 2001
A Life code: It pays to talk to no one. Proliferating across the earth. Also Sprach Zarathustra* Faction Europa Free Range. 2001 Also Sprach Zarathustra Proliferating across the earth Pressure guilt Grudge match 12 cm flak unit Range 1 stroke 35 This is the spring without end This is the summer of malcontent This is the winter of your mind By 2001 Also Sprach Zarathustra It pays to talk to no one Europa, faction Proliferating across the earth Free Range This is the spring without end This is the summer of malcontent This is the winter of your mind Insect posse will be crushed Moravia, trouble Moldavia Europa Every second third word Europa It pays to talk to no one. Free Range. |
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I'm hot!
I warn ya He's out! Rrrrrrrr-tch-tch-tch-tch-tch-tch-tch You never knew I was around That's why you tried to climb on my back You step on my toes And pretend you never knew But you mess With this cat But let me warn you my friend, never do that again Cause I'm Kimble! the Nimble! I wear very good shoes but since the Midlands mentality has decided to do all buildings in upholstery the people smell (step on my toes!) A child.. (But let me warn you my friend I am Kimble (never do that again) the Nimble I'll make ya (for this is Kimble) tremble (the Nimble!) And why are people grudgeful yeah From the depths of ignorance To the soul of the mediocre I am Kimble Ah I am shocking So mind your socking (I am Kimble) Take it from me (I'll make ya tremble) I am shocking I am Kimble Take it from me ..... I'm Kimble the Nimble! Don't try and cheat me Otherwise ... Kimble |
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You try and change it
You try and arrange it You try and shape it But it's immortality, yeah It's immortality You cannot change it Or rearrange it It's immortality Immortality Immortality That's where you're at, dear You're shedding your mentality But it's immortality And you cannot buy it You cannot put it in your pocket book You cannot put it in your BCI Don't try and shape it Cos it's immortality It's immortality, yeah Immortality, yeah It's where you're at, yeah Immortality Immortality The Viking gods had it (Lord/Nord) Odin had it Don't try and change it Don't try and put it in your pock-book-et It's immortality It's immortality, yeah And you cannot change it And you cannot rearrange it And you cannot shape it Cos it's reality, yeah It's immortality, yeah You cannot buy it And that's all you're gonna get From immortality Immortality |
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God bless the cold winds and its refreshing consequence, uh-huh,
Oh please return. Hellas did tremble Hellas did go away Finding it difficult To stand in its fury Over the ironing board But still this golden curl Vented its Hellas fury Return, baby baby baby come back to me. Come back to me, return. I was told to go easy and this one did But still this golden creature raised its fury Head sparkles Return Baby baby baby come back to me Return Is that a hair extension? It's soaked in hair lotion How can you smell your own head? Return Baby baby baby come back to me I'll change the latch on the door I'll get locks all over I ran on up ahead Sparkle and pander her |
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And there's a big concert going down in this town
People cannot see society had broken down I sat upon the green grass but it just brought me down And the wife said 'get up' and it just brought me round Fly ladybird, get right outta town Use your transparent wings Ladybird fly, fly ladybird Green grass was purple black and speckled all around Round the ring, this croat town The gas was obnoxious It made me settle down, so I sat down And the guy said 'get up' and it just brought me down Fly ladybird, ladybird flee Get right outta town, use your transparent wings Above the leaping flames, get right outta here Flee ladybird, ladybird fly Pomerania is burning down. Your family is gone, shot dead Get right out of it See the epaulette Death: to let Small change attached I thought it was there but it just brought me down Ripped the magazine open, it brought me round Green grass was clear in the boundary zone Grass faded into wimpy brick in the ground Mother's somewhere in pomerania, but pomerania is burning down Ein kleine meisterwork, settled in my bones Fly! fly ladybird Get right off the ground Use your transparent wings Get right outta here |
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Why do you have a cloud in your eye?
Walked downstairs Got my hat and my corny brown leather jacket Streets were grey and clean for a change Must have been the rain Thought transference And this man in digs with me would spit out two or three teeth a night on the floor Winter is here, unlike yourself Cold, pulled my shirt up Service Kicked the leaves Learning about time, Time of the vulperines Time of the wolverines They sit rotting, the leaves Kick the brown branches, it is here I came home and found I could say the word "entrepreneur" and my problem began Service (Every man wants to be what he is not.) At my feet, one who laughs at anything. And at my head, one that laughs at nothing And I'm just in-between This day's portion Service (You would not like it if you knew it) (Why you have tears in your eyes from infotainment?) Winter is here I've got a witch on my left shoulder My future's here Now I will kick the broken branches They're this day's portion of this day's portion Didn't want to wake up and learn, I've learnt the word 'entrepreneur" Wandered around, found out, Didn't want to say the word, roll it around in your mouth Every man jack wants to be what he is not. Service. Little boys are taking over They mumble through the grass There are not fit to be in the company of vulperines and wolverines Too many heads knocking about. Service. This day's portion, this day's portion. Why do you have a cloud in your eye from infotainment? |
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Paranoid man
In mid 30s at the height of paranoia at the zenith of his powers By bed, replica shooter zenith dissolving by his bed replica shooter in the zenith of his powers When girls pass, puts his head down, in the street His neighbors now are listening to this Shakes in the chemist's While buying his vits Puts his head down when girls pass in the street Shakes in the chemist Paranoid man in his late 30s 32, 45 Reaches its summit Male, mid 30s, white, paranoia Goes down to the dance Going down fast. No heebies, creepies or hallucinogenics It's the height of paranoia Male, white, mid-to-late 30s Serial Number 54129 Going down to the dance Going down fast Leather jacket, baggy black pants Very clever Not as good as it was at 2:30 this afternoon Nostalgia Spangles Late to mid 30s Goes down to the dance and drooped mental inertia Mid 30s man in the grip of paranoia Just like I told ya Prefers karaoka. Cheap shit half-dollar man The sky calendar, bar, home, speculates. |
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You'll never see me trying to raise Cain
You'll never see me wear a suit of green There's a slip-road up right ahead leading to the agragarian But I'm city born and bred Too many car-fumes in my head Just a well-read punk peasant. But you'd think a country man would understand the devil makes work for idle hands. M5 6-7 pm And the man who pretends he knows it all is destined to a Mighty Fall. Gets into your house with cheer, then proceeds to take all you've got to offer. This is not an autobahn It's an evil roundabout That leads to the Haywain And you'll never see good trains again. In late 60s, my daddy said to me, you'll never see trams and clogs again. Now they roam the city. Can these people not understand The devil makes work for idle hands M5 6-7 pm The devil makes work for idle hands. M5 to the country straight ahead It's stuffed to the gills with crusty brown bread Can they not understand there's nothing worse than a bored man? M5, 6-7 PM |
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They're always hitting on me
But I'm getting thin From waiting on They just want me to be Behind the counter The hen centre Was always picking on me There they are tucking in all over shop Got no time For dinner or tea Behind the counter Every car I see Is always picking on me They take a left turn when I cross, guaranteed They park on the pavement Some have paid parks on the pavement Here I say "Wait sir, wait sir, You'd better wait sir" Guaranteed I'm getting thin From idiots who write rock books Disparate Ex-groups cold would've played this "For Nose Pin and the Punk Piggies Didn't quite make it," they say Get behind the counter The other side of the counter Chill it, boy The other side of the counter |
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Ah-well I'm walking down the street,
It's always students that I meet, Long hair down and sneakers on your feet. Write your letters to the Evening News I clench my fist and sing this tune: I said Hey student, hey student, hey student, You're gonna get it through the head, I said Hey student, hey student, hey student, You're gonna get it through the head, I said... Well, walking to work, It's always students that I meet Henna in your hair, (...) As you (...) I clench my hand before I flip my lid. CHORUS. I'm walking down the street, It's always students that I meet, Long hair down and sneakers on your feet. As you listen to Pear Jam in your room. I'm thinking like that when I sing this song: CHORUS. I said I walk some more, walk some more, Walk some more, wah wah wah x2 I'm walking down the street, It's always students that I meet, Long hair down and sneakers on your feet. As you stare in your room at Shaun Ryder's face Down long long long long days CHORUS. I said I walk some more, walk some more, walk some more, wah wah wah x2 The dead brains of class A-B (...) Twin swastikas I'm thinking like this when I sing this tune: CHORUS. I said I walk some more, walk some more, Walk some more, wah wah wah x2 |
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Jingle Bell
Jingle Bell Jingle Bell Rock Jingle Bell Sound Jingle Bell Tap Laughing at dancing in Jingle Bell Square in the frosty air They are walking with M&S bags Doing the Jingle Bell the Jingle Bell thats the Jingle Bell Thats the Jingle Bell Rock Jingle Bell Jingle Bell Jingle Bell Rock Jingle Bell Sham Jingle Bell Rap Letting your head down in Jingle Bell style with a jungle style Thats the Jingle Bell thats the Jingle Bell Thats the Jingle Bell Jingle Bell Jingle Bell Jingle Bell Rock Jingle Bell's charm and Jingle Bell tap post office rot in hell friday night on Oxford Street walking with green M&S bags join them up with old beef and sprouts Thats the Jingle Bell thats the Jingle Bell Thats the Jingle Bell Rock |
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| 11. |
| 3:09 |
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| 12. |
| 3:01 |
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| 13. |
| 4:16 |
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I don't want to go back anymore.
I don't wanna go to work in the rain. No more toast grilled on the heater. No more of that A&R girl. And having to meet her. My personage It writes everywhere (in race anywhere) You Pep! And I stick my Parker pen under my ear Beneath my own carefully scruffed hair. What I wear Have to check out of Moody's lair Hang on Hang on, leaves your bad house with me Into the room of the bass player. Why won't you go up stairs? You Pep! Don't think he's don't get in slippy North-old-hamptonshire. I believe there's a new drug out. It's called speed I wrote a song about it Conceptually a la Bowie. But it's been lost in the vaults of the record company By our manager So instead our new 45 is 'Girlies' (Eckides) on, brown tonguer Yours, brattingly. Everyone says "please" Anyway is a waste of life Wait to say it in Lancashire You Pep! You had the best summer And now it's wearing off. No more excuses For your traitorism. |
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| 14. |
| 3:09 |
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| 15. |
| 5:21 |
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| 16. |
| 2:57 |
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Old man, young man
Preacher saying Amen Taking up collection Playing on a bass drum How come the city it never sleeps at night Red cars, blue cars Payment overdue cars Cops with indigestion Billionaires and some bums How come the city it never sleeps at night How come the city it never sleeps at night Short girls, tall girls Happy that they're all girls Walking with some nice man Holding hands and then some How come the city it never sleeps at night Good guys, bad guys Millionaires and show guys Losers with their hands out Patients begging breadcrumb How come the city it never sleeps at night The city it never sleeps at night Long night, short night Big hellos and goodbyes Dreams of conversation Not a single ho-hum How come the city it never sleeps at night Old man, young man Preacher saying Amen Taking up collection Playing on a bass drum How come the city it never sleeps at night It never sleeps at night |
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| 17. |
| 2:32 |
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| 18. |
| 2:40 |
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| 19. |
| 3:34 |
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| 20. |
| 3:41 |
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| 1. |
| 3:00 |
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Hey - don't you want - to be caught
Hey - don't you want - to be caught Unbrainwash - today October - gives way - to Christmas January... Calendar What gets in the way It was a very - good - month - last week What gets in the way Your mirrors are dissolving today The last - three weeks - were the great month of February Calendar |
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| 3:36 |
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Heeeey! hey! hey! hey!
Well everyone you meet, In the pubs and on the street Is touch sensitive. Don't frown and you're a creep If you smile you're a liar If you don't say it's bitter cold You're drunken, too. {hey! hey! hey! hey! .... hey! hey! hey! hey!} They say what about the money? But I think that I'm industry [in the street? ] I think they've got a bloody cheeck. I'm livin' in a pawnshop weekly [in delia's] What don't want a little kip Yeah! {they're touch sensitive.} {hey! hey! hey! hey!) Touch sensitive Old people worry about the milk But in the street they call you filth. Houses line up Volume tremors Pass down your barber till your carrot speaks Stand back and laugh. You are burstin' for a pee So you go behind a tree Two coppers followed safe That as will be the end The best thing is to stay home And have a wank. |
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| 3. |
| 6:33 |
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(This is new) (barely audibly spoken)
And what is that branch? What branch is it? Account is altered And nine year olds Walk around In debt record Account is altered The grim visage Account is delta All yours The web descends Look to your grey hairs And back your horses About a week A special allowance Ran out yesterday The Masquerah.. The Masquerade The Masqueraderie Like a fish dish The grim visage Altered again And again The fifty percent interest Ran out today Account altered In succour All granted Knew your desperate comrades Evaporated And what is that branch? What branch is it? That has the pipe Of Aluminium Sprawling underneath it? You rich pig What the hell's it? The Masquerah.. The Masquerade The Masqueraderie The web descends Look to your grey hairs And back you horses About a week A special allowance Ran out yesterday The Masquerah.. The Masquerade The Masqueraderie Like a fish dish The grim visage Altered again And again The fifty percent interest Ran out today In Bolton In succour All granted Knew you |
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| 4. |
| 6:21 |
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I was walking through the jungle just the other night
When I heard a big rumble and I thought it was a fight I lost all volition and began to move my feet It was a jungle drummer doing a knock down beat It was a jungle jungle jungle jungle rock Jungle jungle jungle jungle rock Jungle jungle jungle jungle rock Jungle jungle jungle jungle rock A knock down beat and a chucked down set It was a jungle jungle jungle jungle rock Well I moved a little closer just to get a better view I saw a chimp and a monkey getting in a taxi queue A hippo Jurassic Park we'll do it on the hop Well the big big bounce was making me hop It was a jungle jungle jungle jungle rock Jungle jungle jungle jungle rock Jungle jungle jungle jungle rock Jungle jungle jungle jungle rock And a knock down beat with a hip hop on my feet It was a jungle jungle jungle jungle rock And the fox grabbed the rabbit and they did the bunny hug And all the beasts standing were cutting a rug And the camel was talking to a special contibutor And the elephant and the monkey did the ring dang do It was a jungle jungle jungle jungle rock Jungle jungle jungle jungle rock Jungle jungle jungle jungle rock Shot down beat and a hip hop on my feet It was a jungle jungle jungle jungle rock I was walking through the jungle just the other night And the blues songs were pumping it white |
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| 5. |
| 3:51 |
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| 6. |
| 4:57 |
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| 7. |
| 1:43 |
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| 8. |
| 2:16 |
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| 9. |
| 3:54 |
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| 10. |
| 4:05 |
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| 11. |
| 6:06 |
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| 12. |
| 3:18 |
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| 13. |
| 4:42 |
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| 14. |
| 6:28 |
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| 15. |
| 5:53 |
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| 16. |
| 7:00 |
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| 17. |
| 4:20 |
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