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from The Fall - This Nation's Saving Grace (1985)
All those whose mind entitles themselves,
and whose main entitle is themselves, shall feel the wrath of my bombast! Clanging in my heart. Bastard! Idiot! Feel the wrath of my bombast! Bastard idiot! Feel the wrath. Those who dare mix real life with politics And go on regardless of the..of the discoveries Will feel the wrath of bombast clanging in my heart All those whose mind entitles themselves and whose main entitle is themselves shall feel the wrath of my bombast! |
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from The Fall - This Nation's Saving Grace (1985)
Out of England, I dream of its creamery
When I'm there I dwell on Saxony. In Turkey when I've been due to World War I Istanbul is the place 'cos of my birthday. I am barmy Bleedin' barmy I got everything I got everything I want except for hungry I got everything I want except for money. I've got the best round set aside for parties They'll have one when I've gone In fact, they said so, good one. I am barmy Bleedin' barmy Friends disintegrate within circles of cash Residue after years of fab genius Is a pension for the jews and a medal from the company which I wiped my butt on and hung on a laburnum tree. I am barmy Bleedin' barmy I am barmy Bleedin' barmy Just call me the first (repeat 10 times) I lay waiting hopefully on sloped grass green I am barmy, bleedin' barmy A dramatic verse (repeat 3 times) The programs lot We break into tune Take and bring a word Ring a buzzer Take and bring a word ( " ) A dramatic verse |
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from The Fall - This Nation's Saving Grace (1985)
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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from The Fall - This Nation's Saving Grace (1985)
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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from The Fall - This Nation's Saving Grace (1985)
Odeon
Sky Uncanny Bushes are in disagreement with the heat L.A. Uncanny Person They have filled boulevards with white snow, scum-ball L.A. This is my happening and it freaks me out |
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from The Fall - This Nation's Saving Grace (1985)
It had taken her a long time
Suddenly back on its own To sit, friendless & alone She is friendless and alone I'm a vixen on its own The triple gang & the throng Did not feel helpless or alone The vixen got no friends She needs a poison pen Even in Switzerland The people cry "vixen" Silver cross, all alone The bird had flown With their omen they'll fly Had flown, silver cross All alone (So millions were broken hearted) All alone, with no home It's all alone And some night, wind moves the leaves They pick themselves up & run Perhaps all that night possessed no way of telling time It had taken her a long time Suddenly back on its own To sit, friendless & alone She is friendless and alone A man's trust, (appalling/a pole in) debt To sit friendless and alone With no home, with no home Vixen's got no home She is friendless and alone A long time on its own It shone around her Triple gang |
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from The Fall - This Nation's Saving Grace (1985)
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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from The Fall - This Nation's Saving Grace (1985)
My new house
You should see my house My new house You should see my new house No rabbit hutch about it I bought it off the baptists I get the bills And I get miffed At the damn polyester fills The interior is a prison unconscious My new house Keep away from my new house Wash the drawers of pills It's got window sills With lead centred in the middle of them My new house Is no beatnik hang-out That Halifax copter Sure dropped me a cropper Sometimes I think I'll ring Swine-Tax And go back to my flat But my new house I do love the mad things about it According to the postman It's like the bleeding Bank of England Creosote tar fence surrounds it Those razor blades eject when I press eject My new house Could easily crack a mortal, it The spare room is fine Though a little haunted By Mr. Reagan who had hung himself at number 13 Mr. Reagan hung himself at number 13 It'll be great when it's decorated My new house |
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from The Fall - This Nation's Saving Grace (1985)
We go two, twice all the way round those things
Two high ones, two low ones, yeah Right man Man stopped us at corner He had a bloody nose And then he opened his denim jacket It was under his vest made out of tracing paper Chest scars portrayed Aztec life in his horrible... ...formation really late. Main sequence stars were no good for making carbon in this way. Red giant stars... ...(surplayed). Disfigured in a lady, tedious Was over accountant's and on business Then I woke up and I decided to recommence my diary Then I read Paula Yates on vision cokeheads Then I found out we were not going to Italy Later Mam said 'Those continentals are little monkeys' And yesterday we has liver and sausage over And sometimes they say 'Hey Mark you're spoiling all the paintwork' And sometimes they say 'Your thumbprints are on the paintwork' Distractors, post-doctors behind come in Dressed in suits, grow talons Everyone clenched plaits horror And sometimes they say... And sometimes I feel like saying This is bloody Newark Or some drive-in slap place In Breda and in Cologne With the shirt (on/off) Sun in vicinity As if I hadn't done 10 month's service In the USA On media guts (It circles is) where I start And sometimes they say... And I think If I'd wanted to live in Holland And if I'd wanted to be lived in I'd have packed up and pissed off When I was 16 A (Swiss good ass/as/at) this lousy business Was the last thing I was ever imagining Hey Mark, why can't I live in England? (The end of shoes, all warehouse shoe/you've got Cheap new one, the target is too yahoo And take over all the desparate I'll take over discussion and ....humanely regular colours over... ...engineered oxidate zeppelin Old world style, old man only juke box caught All power jets on....spectacular facets) And sometimes they say.... Hey, you're f**king up the paintwork What is this thing they're so hard-assed about? I thought I lived in England |
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from The Fall - This Nation's Saving Grace (1985)
Generous, valeric, Jehovah's Witness
Stands in Cologne Marktplatz Drums come in When the drums come in fast Drums to shock, into brass evil What have you got in that paper bag? Is it a dose of Vitamin C? Ain't got no time for Western medicine I am Damo Suzuki The f**k-up like red acid rain Give it to me Daki every day Who is Mr. Karlheinz Stockhausen? Introduce me I'm Damo Suzuki Soundtracks, Soundtracks Melched together, the lights The lights above you Listener was in cahoots with Fritz Lieber And read him every day Recipe for fear gas, amount of salt ash I put by (cup of) meine fire, okay I have no time for Western medicine I am Damo Suzuki May we go back to days pre-Virgin Cannot get on clear vinyl The handle that was brass, is now brass evil The rock that was an egg, is in wrong cradle The hand that cradles the rock, makes egg gooey I am Damo Suzuki Is this west latent pattern? Run it, says Damo's spirit Is this lesser European? Speak it, says Damo's spirit I am Damo Suzuki |
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from The Fall - This Nation's Saving Grace (1985)
Up the drain pipe
Rapid he did sprout [grey templates on us] he had to inflict Tv documentary that it produced When he whistled in the street The men would turn around in fear Of being thought effete Petty thief lout Up the drain pipe Rapid he did sprout Crime Hides records in his drawer at home Especially when they are rare Never gives 'em out to every tom dick & harry Who stole before from petty thief lout Un the drain pipe Rapid he did sprout [grey templates on us] he had to inflict Suburbia holds More than you care for One must make sure When leaving the house Never to have white powder on the nose about F-prints F-prints on the fingers Sprout Great tempus onus Suburbia holds more than you care for Petty thief lout |
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from The Fall - This Nation's Saving Grace (1985)
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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from The Fall - The Wonderful And Frightening World Of... (2002)
Lay
Lay Lay Armageddon This beautiful tree Boo hoo Give up living Ample Eye They give in On The Buses, up the stair By the television Pretend to learn Where's the lay of the land My son Where's the lay of the land My son What's the lie of the land My son The last Briton on the street He's in a radio fuzz He's dead and beat No longer reflects our daft fate We'll leave this city Hit a quick coach, take the town in Surrey There's no-one here but crooks and death Kerb-crawlers,of the worst order Where's the lay of the land My son What's the lie of the land My son Eldritch house With green moss Sound of ordinary on the waves Tiles drip from its roof Home secretary has a weird look Where's the lay of the land My son What's the lie of the land My son The good Book of John Surrounds the son Sound of ordinary on the waves Italic scribble on horizon When the height of culture is a bad stew Space bores, government disorder Indian clerk, low-calorie drink Where's the lay of the land Where children circle in cycles Giving jokes ad lib By bearded writers Who defected to Higher realms Advertising realms Where's the lay of the land My son What's the lie of the land My son (People laughing..people fighting..people watching) Between the ticker and the mind lies an air-block of wind |
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from The Fall - The Wonderful And Frightening World Of... (2002)
Said I ain't no millionaire
But I spent more money than one ever seen I'm gonna change that scene one day It's what you're supposed to say Hey hey hey hey Can't get far in land of immovable frogs Can't get far in home of horrible hoax And you don't last long on a diet of tea and toast Hey hey hey And I'm singing the song cause I copped it baby I steal what I have Confessions confessions Bring detractors Keeping shtum Brings dough and attractions Costello, ideas trenchant borrows New song benefactor Is the past tomorrow Sing, sing a song I'm singing the song cause I copped it baby Don't last long There's guns behind you Aura of desparate boot licker And you can't hang on with a cuff of him and girl I'm singing a song cause I copped it baby Taking out a policy for love and destruction Can't operate with this vexation Say it again, real real gone I know I've copped but I'm not the only one. It ain't what you do it's the way that you do it |
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from The Fall - The Wonderful And Frightening World Of... (2002)
When will the good Scotch return?
In all its scarred, splendor, When will the price of Scotch come down? Here's him in nearly '85 Hanging around with pop scum It's not the business I despise On this train, extended ride It's the Scotch end of the market now And steel glasses And bad music corpses Cannot hide the new rock scum Spitting on what's good and gone Spitting on what's good and gone When will the price of Scotch come down? Arrangement before job done Alignment before job done Assignment before song sung Alignment before job done All of this fantastic league's against me The Fantastic is in league against me Tin-can rattle on the path The (bestial greed) is on the attack The cat black runs round the tree The siamese reached the shore The siamese reached the shore No never, no never no more will I trust the elves of Dunsimore (repeated) |
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from The Fall - The Wonderful And Frightening World Of... (2002)
(Mecass, the mass, decline, domain, relan, drazan, my heart's blocked, rout)
Oh! little brother We are in a mess Don't look at me that way Don't put me to the test When I first saw you People said: "He scrutinised a little monster" And disappeared through red door (or dawn?) Now everyone is disinformation Disinformation Disinformation He says: "Won't you give me one more chance?" "I'm not a communist" Disinformation x 3 (Mecass, the mass, decline, domain, relan, drazan, my heart's blocked, rout) Oh! little brother We are in a mess Don't look at me that way Your reject is a mess There's always Someone beside you And there's always Someone in your arms Oh! little brother If only I had known Then I might not Be alone X4 |
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from The Fall - The Wonderful And Frightening World Of... (2002)
MES: It's good that one innit. What is it?
BES: It's something I'm working on MES: Right Couldn't handle, had to be I turned on US TV Early empires sleeping, Pacific time frame Redhead skinny with back leg-brace He danced behind a singer Who sung just like god box Chorus: God box Gimme god box I say god box God box, early Tube stop, lazy Cut off, early God box Gimme God box I said God box Narco tube stops Gimme god box I was taken under the sea The water coming in over me I'm gulping water under the lake Oh my god give me sleep, inundate Chorus Thousand evils indefinitely Wonb shapes by a cold sea At 9, UK time We dropped off before god box documentary |
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from The Fall - The Wonderful And Frightening World Of... (2002)
When the off license asks
I've been 2 months Checks the crack On their forehead Should comb a hair Over that And these Czech shoes Are a bloody reminder And this town Is not much different The clothes, the stooped appearance Over the hill goes killer civil servant I still remember The white leafy border The scheiss in winter Over the hill goes killer civil servant There's a song she had before Borough town That had the snappy rejoinder Who's there? What's wrong? Clear off! |
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from The Fall - The Wonderful And Frightening World Of... (2002)
He reads books; of the list book club
And after two months--his stance a familiar hunch It's that same slouch - you had the last time he came around His oppression abounds, his type is doing the rounds He is a scum-egg; a horrid trendy wretch C.R.E.E.P. CR E.E.P. BLACK saucers at the back of your neck Interruptions, from the side when you talk in the presence, of this ugly gawk, is offending, make sure you're not absorbed (With hideous luck - he'll absorb all your talk) CR E.E.P. C.R.E.E.P. (3 times) FROM the bright sun, he came one fine morn "Populist" - as well in his class at least But then came REAL AGE, and for that we all must pay (and for that we all do pay) c.r.e.EP. C.R.E.E.P. C.R. EEP C.R.E.E.P CR E.E.P. - cr E.E.P. CR E.E.P. - CR E.EP (2 times) And he wants world peace! (and for that we all must pay) He likes ABC! (C.R.EE.P.) C.R.EE.P. CR.E.E.P. (2 times) CREEP! |
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from The Fall - The Wonderful And Frightening World Of... (2002)
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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from The Fall - The Wonderful And Frightening World Of... (2002)
You feel depressed 'cause you've missed the day
Then you have to go to the hall Whip wire Whip wire Hawk man Slip down easy Don't make me a go-between This is Mr. and Mrs. Smith To whom you are speaking Slang King Words from a cheap man Part-paid type who got his style From a press treatise 2 pound 50 Bottle of Brut and nausea Magazine It's no longer a journey down the road for him It is now escape route Bright, turn off sign Swing, 14, turns off, between Swingo greets lime green receptionist All here is ace, All here is ace, All here is ace Escape route Caca-phony Slang King Swoop swoop Foll media krieg, for his honour's binge During his Scandinavian stint He said hi to Horst, the viking Hi Lo-l-lord Swingo At his triumphant procession Down the road of quease Dropping off, he stopped At a British shop Swoop scoop Slang King At a British shop Take it down easy During a lull in his attack 3 little girls with only 50 pence Had to take, had to put The Curly Wurly back Swoop swoop, scoop scoop Slip down easy Slip away at court or him and his bloody mother We'll go together Sugar down Slip down easy Hyper! Slang King Watch, the word had right Biz by word processor We'll go together, slip down down away Hyper, with the young designers The young designers are always there Always wanted to be there Slip down, caca-phony Whip wire, whip wire Slip down easy, sugar Slip down easy, sugar Slip down away, sugar Hawkman, whip wire, whip wire Slang King |
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from The Fall - The Wonderful And Frightening World Of... (2002)
First off
you've got ze answer (Misereen) all its skin Bug day Bug day Midges - midges hovered over the heather 3 moths shivered Green moths shivered Cockroaches moldered in the ground Tonguehorns belched fire So, fleed at sea Terrors hit water Minoa said 'eek' Minoa said 'eek' Sea reaffirms some things We learned some things People behave very wrong Create company Green is starboard, back Left is port, there Old continental women Coffee cups poised on front Facing up to the sea is a very hard thing Facing up to sea is a v. hard thing Anything is better than bug day Bug day Bug day Bug day But day (mumbles) Bug day Anything is better than bug day Bug day Bug day |
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from The Fall - The Wonderful And Frightening World Of... (2002)
It was a thing with a head like a spud ball
It was a song, the song we were looking for I always have to state to myself It has nothing to do with me He has nothing He is not me (His vendetta parchment) Floating grey abundance Against my palace of conscience (Our hero deeply loved Moonlit walked past privet and wide-leaved foliage) I'll tell you of the rats in this world Fawning in place with The Face Men coming between each other For the sake of a two-minute urge (It is headless) Worth $5 in London And cursed anon. Our hero, still deeply loved Moonlit walks past privet and wide leaved It was no more a net of mesh It was class He did not blink a lid He braced his self-imposed gorgeous adult net And breeze And it was class And no no-man's land Ever had this? Their follies are strong liberation |
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from The Fall - The Wonderful And Frightening World Of... (2002)
Neighbour downstairs with one eye
Co-habs with a mass of blonde curls Ooo-ar T'pau (Mind moving fast is mad Mind moving slow is sane) It's (granpathy) fits set on eyes (Mazim) peculiar tan He sports the maroon flares Mind moving slow is sane Mind moving fast is mad Mind left stopped he's got Writer in bed insane Clutches pen in hand The scrawl he wrote Neighbour downstairs with one eye Co-habs with a mass of blonde curls Her shadow face Mind moving slow is sane Mind moving fast is mad Mind left stopped he's got Neighbour downstairs with one eye Co-habs with a mass of blonde curls Their babe cries |
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from The Fall - The Wonderful And Frightening World Of... (2002)
I'm hunting and I'm tryna find
A belt in the early morn When your home is a trash mount Look all over but you're right out In need of black strap No belts in this flat No belts in this flat The former tenant was anti-corporal-punish Meant well, but it came to nothing A light has just gone out A bulb has just gone out No belts in this flat No bulbs in this flat In need of white lamp They say damp records the past if that's soI've got the biggest library yet the biggest library yet. ( on B Sides, adds: At the end of my tether I destroyed years of hippie craft Cut up the match ship And a string woollen chandelier or something No belts in this flat In need of black strap No belts in this flat In need of white lamp A bulb has just gone out And the only light I have found Is the original with a set square neck Laying out cool dwellings For the next Briton in the evening The apartment he has made He's genius in allocation of space In need of white lamp No lights in this dump Not like this place You need light here even in the morning Compared to this St. Petersburg was nothing A goddam rat ( ) In need of white lamp No light in this dump In need of black strap No belts in this flat I'm huntin' and I'm tryna find A belt in the early morn When your home is a trash mount Look all over but you're right out In need of black strap In need of white lamp No belts in this flat No lights in this dump) |
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from The Fall - The Frenz Experiment (2002)
My friends
Gonna tell you about my friends: My friends ain't enough for one hand, My friends ain't enough for one hand, My friends don't amount to one hand, One hand. My friends don't add up to one hand, My friends don't amount to one hand, One hand. Tell ya 'bout my friends. (Why do you count them?) My friends don't count up to one hand, My friends cannot count on one hand. My friends don't amount to one hand. Tell ya 'bout my friends. My friends don't add up to one hand, My friends don't count up to hand. Tell ya 'bout my friends. My friends don't amount to one hand, My friends don't count up to one hand, One hand. Tell ya 'bout my friends. (Do you count them?) (How many are there?) |
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from The Fall - The Frenz Experiment (2002)
I'm in love with the Carrier Bag Man
I love the Carrier Bag Man X2 Carrier bags strewn all around the room Ah, the Carrier Bag Man-- I am him Coz I am the Carrier Bag Man -- I am the carrier bag man I've no time to sit comfortable down But I still need armchairs round my home To put carrier bags on I am the Carrier Bag Man Carry a bag man! I don't make waves, I hide bags in graves No cash is earned straight nowadays anyways Please all you onlookers understand So make gangway for Carrier Bag Man I am Carrier Bag Man (megaphone rant) When in town I keep head down Kneel on the croft when the mariah comes round Fat-assed workmen, I scurry around There's few good places to hide bags behind Coz I am Carrier Bag Man. Carry a bag man! |
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from The Fall - The Frenz Experiment (2002)
Get a hotel today.
Go get a hotel today. Go get a hotel today. Before the idea slips away, Get a hotel. Go get a hotel today. That was the first question raised, There was a question raised. Get a hotel Wanna get in (x2) But this is not the place to bring it up Go get a hotel today(x2) Before the bike siren calls Times running Like butter dissolving Times running, time dissolving, Times running melting Times running passing Its running passing. Get a hotel today (x2) She says get a hotel Ne'er do well Get a hotel (x2) Before the bike siren calls And the horn siren yells It says Get a hotel (x2) You better Go get a hotel today (x2) Times running Times running passing Times running, Times running, It's running it's passing Like butter melting Times running, passing, it's running passing Like flesh cut melting It's running it's passing times running it's passing dissolving, I was eating gravel when two cars put in. (x2) Headlights dousing, Broken warehouse; I just got out Dirt inhaled The cinders told me, Ya shoulda got a hotel. Go get a hotel today. x2 Before the bike siren calls. And the blood-curdlers yell. Go get a hotel today. All thugs use the Burton ploy; The Lord acts Around my appeal. He says get a hotel. Shoulda! Go get a hotel today. Get a hotel. A little voice yells should of got a hotel. Get a hotel. Go a hotel today. Get a hotel, Get a hotel. |
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from The Fall - The Frenz Experiment (2002)
It was bad, called obscene
And the rich were so mean Stately homes for the Lords Golden lawns, village green Victoria was my queen Victoria, Victoria, Victoria I was born, lucky me In the land that I love Though I'm poor, I am free When I go I shall fight For this land I willl die Let her sun never set on Victoria, Victoria, Victoria Canada to India Australia to Cornwall Singapore to Hong Kong From the West to the East From the rich to the poor Victoria loved them all Victoria, Victoria, Victoria |
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from The Fall - The Frenz Experiment (2002)
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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from The Fall - The Frenz Experiment (2002)
A flat season - vision gone
Picture frame it, and say so long; My Aqua-cat is where it's at and new to mammal range Buy you know it would never suit, territories Alpine In These TIMES - Meeowww In These Times - Fishcat Mother In This Time - Spectral Filter In These Times - A Feline Nutter In these times; A Man down South, he did go out and he did kill fifteen What the papers could not grasp or work out, was his life in a Flea brain; In These Times - Universal Tepid In These Times - Stagnant Mind In This Time - And in these times These Times - They're both the same Diluted Jesuits pour out of mutual walkmans From Elland Road to Venice Pensions and down the Autobahns; In This Time - If That's it I'm leaving In These Times - Leave this planet fast In These Times - It affects my sleeping In This Time - My dreams are one to miss Ones to be avoiding In times like this I often hope in days ahead my gossamer front gates, will keep out the trash in which my psychic streets' emershed; In These Times - Spectral Filter In These Times - In Your Midst In These Times - This song's a belter In This Time - For times like this In These Times - I picture framed pre-teen rap gangs, with alsatians, Scapa flow steel became inexpensive A first season - vision gone Picture frame it - and say so long They say 'Give up Buster' - Cram it down But I grow stronger, and break their Midszzzzzzzz |
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from The Fall - The Frenz Experiment (2002)
Head down
Head down Head, head, head down. Fool of the Commonwealth drove down there, Down turnpike; Desperate for food desperate for respite. The steak place. The steak place Cheap carpet lines the way Aluminium tack door handles Candelabra lions head Via butchers display too. The steak place (x2) Via a carcass row Things are brought forward and eaten, I see the corners filled with hitmen, To young lawyers they are whispering, in The steak place (x2) I wanna stay here, I don't wanna go anywhere, I could remain here, Head down Head down Head down Head, head, head down The steak place (x2) I'd stop the automation, I'd sit behind dusty lace, I have a word with hitmen, I give off a beatific face. The steak place (x2) From New York City run screaming, Into New England states, Combined a man not should have to do this, A man should not use his fist in The steak place. The steak place. I wanna stay here, I don't wanna go anywhere, I shall remain here. (Bad song) |
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from The Fall - The Frenz Experiment (2002)
Something happened in Bremen, I know
Something I don't want to Something under the ceiling muttered Something in its steel shutters Underlining my usual timing Aligning casual set-list And it aligned? Knowing where right room is I was more than usual pissed Was first ashamed at bruise on wrist Was then annoyed at skin-patch on back Then myself, I did acquit On Bremen Nacht Ich leave real quick das Bremen Nacht Ich rausum mach aus bremen nacht Ich rausum mach das bremen nacht Ic-raus-Mach-Schnell aus das bremen nicht Ich-aus Schnell mach sas bremen nacht Ich Mach Schnell pack und aus das bremen nacht Ich raus schnell mach von bremen nacht.* -------- ** The child's four-fingered bruises on my hip Meant I had been one day possessed Right through Bremen Nacht Right on to Bremen Tag The sunlit Bremen day By Tonsillitis size train station Hof Could only in one way fail to impress This on drinks door I did lay I had been one day possessed Ich rausum mach aus bremen nacht Thank God skin-patch is nearly gone And the impress of fingers dead Have disappeared and left me alone That's one night I didna put jackboots on Don't want to end reflection It's still there, though I am gone And it will be a long long long time gone before my spirit will in accident go back and come from Bremen Nacht go back and come from Bremen Nacht |
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from The Fall - The Frenz Experiment (2002)
You let me down again
And then your goth, slag brain says Tuff life yeah baby! X8 All you ever say Is round revival boogie It's a revival boogie It's a It's a small flat baby Tuff life yeah baby! Tuff life yeah baby! All you ever need Tuff life yeah baby! X4 With the balding man You went to the Netherlands And with a pernicious refrain You return and say the same Give it to me baby one more time X5 You forever say Tuff life yeah baby! Tuff life yeah baby! |
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from The Fall - The Frenz Experiment (2002)
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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from The Fall - The Frenz Experiment (2002)
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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from The Fall - I Am Kurious Oranj (2002)
Rockin' records
Rockin' records Rock the record Rockin' records The guy's rock records Big priest Rockin records Rock the records Rock rock records Drink the long Drink the long draught Drink the long draught for big priest Drink the long draught down Drink the long Drink the long draught Big priest He is not (appreciated) Drink the long Drink the long draught Drink the long draught for big priest Rock the records Check the record Check the guy's track record Check the record Check the guy's track record He is not appreciated Check the record Check the record Check the guy's track record Big priest Check the record Check the record Check the guy's track record Check the record Check the guy's rock record He is not appreciated Drink the long draught down Drink the long Drink the long for big priest Check the record Check the record Check the guy's track record Check the record Check the guy's track record He is not appreciated Rock the records Rock the records Rockin' records Big priest Drink the long Drink the long draught Drink the long draught for the big priest Check the record Check the record Check the guy's track record Check the record Check the guy's track record He is not appreciated Rock the records Rock the records Rockin' records Big prinz Rockin records Rockin records Rockin records Rockin records Rockin records Rockin rec - rock's records |
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from The Fall - I Am Kurious Oranj (2002)
Wrong place right time
I used to think I could do what I wanted to Right time for me alone Walk the streets of complete full homes Wrong place, but I'm bound To stick with what I intend to see through See you, in wrong place Right time but there's miles in between I keep on knocking but there's no bugger in I have to sing gothic, boo hoo See me, a new reign A new reign not to be forgotten Right place, right time Right time and britain is mine That day, on way And all peasants will know oranj Peasants smile: big shine Very happy under rule of oranj You can whine under rule of oranj Mike clarke: sez I bastard He is deranged, I am william of oranj Go insane in holland! I can't wait to taste anthrax turf again Big wren: homage oranj I an oranj I have paid dues to the one Who's #1 in heaven As in heaven so in britain (by oranj I am oranj I am one) Can't dance can't sing Cursed forever is william of oranj Can't dance can't sing Cursed forever is william of oranj Can't dance can't sing Cursed forever is william of oranj Can't dance can't sing Cursed forever is william of oranj Cursed forever is william of oranj Cursed forever is william of oranj Cursed forever is william of oranj Cursed forever is william of oranj |
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from The Fall - I Am Kurious Oranj (2002)
William!
Glorious repression Articulate, immaculate, glorious Revolution Coast to coast Lord guide me soft From coast to coast God guide me soft I come for your goods I come for your goods Pray guide me soft Pray guide me soft Coast to coast Lord guide me soft Coast to coast God guide me soft I come for your goods I come for your goods Pray guide me soft From coast to coast Lord guide me soft From coast to coast Lord guide me soft |
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from The Fall - I Am Kurious Oranj (2002)
Yes
Stretch Stretch The God you reject Makes ours the best* Oh! ye swivel-heads Burn from ashes An ordure from this planet That could not be extinguished Angelic devil-sun [...] good natured barracking Children cross here Both day and night Angelic devil-sun Yes o yes (and that's what you get when you join the m. clark school of Soccer coaching school: enraged and inflamed with torment.) |
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from The Fall - I Am Kurious Oranj (2002)
From over the ocean came plague
Via the ocean - plague came Plague came & we're not the same All around is pure tension Beliefs and tears now & again From where has this great sadness came From sou'west flew plague From northwest plague came I laughed at chicks with frustration Fear of plague has sent us home For love at least of our dear mum Father takes it in his stride Says 'back in the closet, son' Was it ocean brought the plague? Over the ocean came plague Plague came, nothing is the same All there is is death and pain Hearts now broken on our beach (Love disolved as they do up) Love dissolved by Haitian sun Did South Atlantic bring plague? What evil ocean brought plague? Plague flew up from an ocean From satan's tree and his baboon A body's waste 'neath a gibbous moon Rancid kid drowned in lagoon From still blue ocean came plague From Caribbean plague came Plague came in that Satan made And our friends became deranged Secret glamrock, gleeful hat We stock Far Corporation Glamrock family leisure zone It was an evil plague They sparked up and they built the boat Put wind in its grim sail Bringing plague and our peril Bringing plague and our peril |
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from The Fall - I Am Kurious Oranj (2002)
(What you say is true, bad news girl, is bad news girl)
Insistent girl I'd appreciate Not is stuff Hot stuff girl Hot stuff girl After troubled place Is talking to you But I'm acclimatized To your mind What you say is true Hot stuff girl What you say is true But Jaded lust and tiresomeness Are not what I want to look at Hot stuff girl Hot stuff girl Plenty people keep you occupied Wet sex'll keep you anaethetized Hot stuff girl You got a big (..) But plenty people make it all right For hot stuff girl Goodbye my dear Goodbye my dear Goodbye my dear And you're doing well For bad news girl You're doing well Bad news girl Bad news girl It's hot stuff girl It's hot stuff girl Your bad news girl Though the peole make it alright For bad news girl Your bad news girl It's hot stuff girl It's hot stuff girl Your bad news girl Your doing fine for bad news girl But your bad news girl Bad news girl I see you over the hill Bad news girl But your bad news girl Bad news girl It's hot stuff girl Your bad newsgirl Bad news girl Bad news girl But your bad news girl It's hot stuff girl I wish you well I see you over the hill Bad news girl |
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from The Fall - Hip Priest And Kamerads (2002)
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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from The Fall - Hip Priest And Kamerads (2002)
There is no culture is my brag,
Your taste for bullshit reveals a lust for a home of office THIS IS THE HOME OF THE VAIN! THIS IS THE HOME OF THE VAIN! Where are the obligatory niggers?* HEY THERE F**KFACE!! HEY THERE F**KFACE!! There are twelve people in the world The rest are paste THIS IS THE HOME OF THE VAIN! THIS IS THE HOME OF THE VAIN! I just left the Hotel Amnesia, I had to go there Where it is I can't remember, But now I can remember...now I can remember HAFTA! HAFTA! MESSAGE FOR YER! MESSAGE FOR YER! Too much reliance on girl here On girls here, behind every shell-actor Snobbier Snobbier Too much romantic here I destroy romantics, actors, Kill it! Kill it! KILL IT A ! KILL IT! KILL IT A ! You won't find anything more ridiculous, than this new profile razor unit, made with the highest British attention to the wrong detail, become obsolete units surrounded by hail. THE CLASSICAL! THE CLASSICAL! THE CLASSICAL! HOTEL AGGRO! MESSAGE FOR YER! MESSAGE FOR YER! THE CLASSICAL! POLEAXE A!..........one of the millenium of conspiracy, Forever, I know it means a lot of stomach gas, I K N O W I T M E A N S A L O T O F S T O M A C H G A SSSSSS I've never felt better in my life I've never felt better in my life POLEAXE A! THE CLASSICAL! Stomach gas I've never felt better in my life I've never felt better in my life POLEAXE A! Millenium of conspiracy Play out Classical I've never felt better in my life Better in my life.... . . . . . . . . . (* Allegedly this line cost the Fall a record contract with Motown Records. ed.) |
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from The Fall - Hip Priest And Kamerads (2002)
Two hours!
With four left wing kids I spent time in Nazi Fortress Much discussion in room C-H-1-O-C-H-11 I did not understand why I could not accept the fact that I'd accepted the contract Much discussion in this institution Much discussion in boiled beef and carrots Room C-H-1-O-C-H-2-O-11 It was clear in the window eye The brick outlined the blue sky And I had to go round the gay graduates in the toilets And Good King Harry was there Much discussion in room C-H-1-O-C-H-2-O-11 Much discussion in room C-H-1-O-C-H-2-O-11 |
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from The Fall - Hip Priest And Kamerads (2002)
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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from The Fall - Hip Priest And Kamerads (2002)
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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from The Fall - Hip Priest And Kamerads (2002)
Some people want stars in eyes
Some people want eyes in stars They've been like that for years They've been like that for years I suspect they're just if if if I just want room to live There's a new club in town Plenty of space to posy around It's a copy of the Peppermint Lounge (I'll stick around the center always Even if it is run down.) Some people wanna be joining the club Thinks to be on the clientele is big.* I just want room to live Foreigners and Experts go in And through my place Turn my home into a museum Like the murder squad They scan the room For the well of inspiration They don't tolerate ordinary folk and folk look at me strange But I'll give them this at least: They pay for what they eat Visitors and peripherers never give I just want room to live Some people think happy is way to live Some men want to cram up to women I've been down that street before It just makes meat out of the soul There's a D.H.S.S. Volvo estate Right outside my door With a Moody Blues cassette on the dashboard There's no hate to the point I give I just want room to live Violence is just waiting for its due Some people want money around You can tell, they're the ones that never buy a round And some men want reporters with no wig And some people cannot hold their drink They've got to tell you what they think And some men want reporters with no wig I just want room to live |
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from The Fall - Hip Priest And Kamerads (2002)
It's hard to live in the country
In the present state of things Your body gets pulled right back You get a terrible urge to drink At three a.m. The stick people recede The locals get up your nose And leather soles stick on cobble stones It's hard to live in the country It has a delicate ring Nymphette new romantics come over the hill It gets a bit depressing Paper local Drunken scandal Publish your address as well Locals surround where you dwell Old ladies confiscate your gate railings For government campaigns Its tough in home country Councils hold the ring D. Bowie look-alikes Permeate car parks Grab the churches while you can Portaloos Yellow cabins by methodist doors New Jersey car parks permeated by D. Bowie sound-alikes It's good to live in the country You can get down to real thinking Walk around look at geometric tracery Hedgehogs skirt around your leathered soles Fall down drunk on the road It's good to live in the country Look at yourself as a man The valley rings with ice-cream vans It's good to live in the country Leather soles stick on precinct flagstones Small up town Americas like your outskirt town The villagers Are surrounding the house The locals have come for their due It's hard to live in the country |
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from The Fall - Hip Priest And Kamerads (2002)
Got eighteen months for espionage
Too much brandy for breakfast And people tend to let you down It's a swine. Fantastic life Dole penicillin to eastern ching plague-ridden And one thing I have found What you cast out will hit back And a man will find he has to deny his Fantastic life Ours is not to look back Ours is to continue the crack Met a 54 year old dustbin man And '48 he'd been in Jerusalem Sold surplus oil to Arab fighters For M-cocktails to burn Jewish terrorists What a turn-up! Fantastic life Style's too easy to buy nowadays And there's interference with the mail And you just can't get out the words Some people think if they had a job they'd be well Now! A fantastic lie! The Siberian mushroom Santa Was in fact Rasputin's brother And he didst walk round Whitechapel To further the religion of forgiven sin murder Fantastic lie! No lie, friend called David He said he had a barney on Corporation Street He said he told the policeman what he really thought But knowing him I don't believe that crap A Fantastic lie And I just thought I'd tell you And I just thought I'd tell you About fantastic life And I just thought I'd tell you Some fantastic lies And I just thought I'd tell you And I just thought I'd tell you I walked right (West) round Wakefield Jail A fantastic life And I just thought I'd tell you And I just thought I'd tell you |
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from The Fall - Hip Priest And Kamerads (2002)
The rabbit killer left his home for the club
And said goodbye to his infertile spouse Carried air rifle and firm stock of wood Carried night-site telescope light A cemetery overlooked clough valley of mud And the grave-keeper was out on his rounds Yellow-white shirt buried in duffle coat hood Keeping edges out with mosaic color stones Jawbone and the air rifle Who would think they would bring harm? Jawbone and the air rifle One is cursed and one is borne The air rifle lets out a mis-placed shot It smashed a chip off a valued tomb Grave-keeper tending wreath-roots said "Explain, move into the light of the moon" "I thought you were rabbit prey, or a loose sex criminal" Rifleman he say "Y'see I get no kicks anymore From wife or children four There's been no war for forty years And getting drunk fills me with guilt So after eight, I prowl the hills Eleven o'clock, I'm too tired to f**k Y'see I've been laid off work" The grave-keeper said "You're out of luck And here is a jawbone caked in muck Carries the germ of a curse Of the Broken Brothers Pentacle Church Formed on a Scotch island To make you a bit of a man" Jawbone and the air rifle Who would think they would bring harm? Jawbone and the air rifle One is cursed and one is warm The rabbit killer did not eat for a week And no way he can look at meat No bottle has he anymore It could be his mangled teeth He sees jawbones on the street Advertisements become carnivores And roadworkers turn into jawbones And he has visions of islands, heavily covered in slime The villagers dance round pre-fabs And laugh through twisted mouths Don't eat It's disallowed Suck on marrowbones and energy from the mainland Jawbone and the air rifle Who would think they would bring harm? Jawbone and the air rifle One is cursed and one is gone |
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from The Fall - Hip Priest And Kamerads (2002)
Everywhere
Just no fucking respite for us here Dream theatre And this day No matter what all who fills baskets Or who's just there The whole earth shudders And this day Seen from the bottom glass phut cig Everywhere Just no fucking respite for us here Jim kidder And this day The old feelings came back The surroundings were screaming on the road And you even mistrust your own feelings And this day The old feelings came back You show me the bloody poor bores The surroundings were screaming on the roads So you even mistrust your own feelings A big basket full S-pub S-mart And this day The old feelings came back Everywhere just no fucking respite for us here Jim kidder A big basket full S-pub S-Mart A zero in the SS school bus lacks wages Poetic justice And this day The old feelings came back The surroundings were screaming on the roads So you even mistrust your own feelings And this day As seen from a glass bottom phut cig Everywhere Just no fucking respite for us here Jim kidder Who are the translators? In a Bl glandule area And though the blades make presence felt Like US football players And this day It will soon heal up Everywhere The surroundings were screaming on the roads But I'll even blow my nose on last pound note And this day The old feelings came back The surroundings were screaming on the roads So you even mistrust your own feelings Even god pays here You can go all around Holland Holland Europe Youth continent But it will soon come back And this day It will soon heal up The surroundings were screaming on the roads So you even mistrust your own feelings And this day I am right here The fear and the awe Medical thingy And this day Everywhere just no fucking respite for us here Jim kidder Everywhere Just no fucking respite for us here Jim kidder And this day Who are the translators? Everywhere Just no fucking respite for us here Guaranteed by god Rosso rosso And this day The old feelings came back Everywhere And this day Who are the translators? Who are the empirical leeches? Who Who Classical Smart organic brain bank Multiplexes Who are the transistors? Who are the numerical leeches? Brain bank It's clear when every lie disturbs Makes you jump Everywhere Just no fucking respite Us here Jim kidder Your friends are dust They're in bits They're dust Dusty friends I cannot account For this village Turned me into a nigger Space dusty clock drove me To this village |
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from The Fall - Grotesque (2005)
Spiders know these things
Gremlins know these things Tap, tap, tap, tap You think it's the pipes But who turns on the lights? Our city hobgoblins Ubu le Roi is a home hobgoblin And at nights all ready Our city hobgoblins Infest my home at night They are not alright Ten times my age One-tenth my height Our city hobgoblins Buzz of the all-night mill Ah but evil Emigres from old green glades Pretentious eh? Our city hobgoblins They'll get yer So Queen Victoria Is a large black slug in Piccadilly, Manchester Our city hobgoblins And they say We cannot walk the floor at night in peace At night in peace |
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from The Fall - Grotesque (2005)
I'm totally wired.
Can't you see? I'm totally wired. Can't you see? My butterfly stomach growls growls I drank a jar of coffee Then I took some of these And now I'm totally wired. Life leaves you surprised. Slaps you in the eyes And I was a communist A rich man would bail me. The opposite applies. The morning light Another fresh fight Another row right right right right And I'm totally wired. You don't have to be weird to be wired You don't have to be an American to be strange You don't have to be strange to be strange You don't have to be weird to be weird. I'm totally wired. My heart and I agree. I'm always worried. |
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from The Fall - Grotesque (2005)
What a dynamic entrance
Put a block on the words This I hear on a train We had salmon on a bus At Epsom no races lost We don't bet we just take ('tec) Put a block on the words Got no check on the world Go and put a block on the works Listen boys and girls Just closer On the (clommererds) Just close off the words Put a block on the words The nine unknown men knew this Three sorts The first: along Louie's life The second: the complete restructure of your pretentious life Three: the only reason you know this Is that it was well documented But I say Put a block on the words Here's an independent chart moneyspinner For all you people who've come a long way Me and the guys played this for charity for spastics We played it 10000 times And raised 5 shillings and 7 and a half pence for charity Cary Grant's wedding Hail new puritan, righteous maelstrom Have you ever heard a Bill Haley LP What is this shit? Everybody go Cary Grant's wedding |
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from The Fall - Grotesque (2005)
Pay your rates
Pay your water rates Pay your rates Pay your water rates If your rates too high Write a snotty letter If your rates too high Put your life on this bit of paper Advice on rates Advice on rates Pay your rates Pay your water rates Pay your rates Pay your water rates If your rates too high You'd better sign this letter If you don't pay your rates You're gonna end up here Or end up on debtors' retreat estate Or debtors' retreat escape Debtors' escape estate Debtors' escape Debtors' retreat escape Debtors' retreat estate Neuroticred landscape A socialist state invention The old government bones working (Legendary Chaos tape: Let's hear it for the working class traitors Hello Warren Mitchell) Debtors' escape estate Debtors' retreat estate A no-motivation estate Debtors' escape estate Pay the borough Pay the borough Pay your rates Pay pretty sharp Pay the borough Pay the borough Pay the borough Pay your rates Pay your water rates Pay your rates Pay your rates |
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from The Fall - Grotesque (2005)
O'er grassy dale, and lowland scene
Come see, come hear, the English Scheme. The lower-class, want brass, bad chests, scrounge fags. The clever ones tend to emigrate Like your psychotic big brother, who left home For jobs in Holland, Munich, Rome He's thick but he struck it rich, switch The commune crap, camp bop, middle-class, flip-flop Guess that's why they end up in bands He's the green piece in us all He's the creep-creep in us all Condescends to black men Very nice to them They talk of Chile while driving through Haslingdon You got sixty hour weeks, and stone stone toilet back-gardens Peter Cook's jokes, bad dope, check shirts, lousy groups Point their fingers at America Down pokey quaint streets in Cambridge Cycles our distant spastic heritage Its a gay red, roundhead, army career, grim head If we was smart we'd emigrate. |
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from The Fall - Grotesque (2005)
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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from The Fall - Grotesque (2005)
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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from The Fall - Grotesque (2005)
Hate wide for dog breeder
in the [town of her thoughts] Never seen dog breeder This is the tale of his replica. Name was J. Temperance Only two did not hate him Because peasants fear local indifference Pet shop and the vet, Cameron. One night vet is called out from his overpaid leisure To Temperance household, their limit ran out and phoned his wife in terror. The next bit is hard to relate. (There are no read-outs to this part of the track.) The new born thing hard to describe Like a rat that's been trapped inside A warehouse face, near a city tide Brown sockets, purple eyes A bed with rubbish from disposal barges Brown uncovered no changeling, as the birth was witnessed. Only one person could do this: Yes, it's Cameron And the thing was in the Impression of J. Temperance. This hideous replica. |
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from The Fall - Grotesque (2005)
Night though I do not sleep
I dream of the park up the road I open the bushes, a couple of lovers Trying to be (lust-rockers) And although my spouse is in the other room I think we can do it here Yes, uh, and she makes me pay For every girl I have the guts to look at Anyway here, quiet here You thought it'd be great You thought it'd be great But a good mind does not a good fuck make I take you to the park up the road But here is the rain Rain makes policemen no threat Turns cars into little specks Muffles the shouts of your neighbour And we will have sex here Here, here Couch, shagged out There's no hard-ons It's just come and it's gone I'm becoming everything I used to hate But I can't go back there Not back there, I can't go back there Not back to the park The brown monk ghost'll catch us And make us lust-rockers Make us wear huckleberry masks and, uh, huckleberry masks You sing you don't believe in (couples) But I can't believe that Especially the crap about the huckleberry masks |
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from The Fall - Grotesque (2005)
The people I like live
in kitchens and halls. I can't reach a decision on this. Can I come back to you on this? Hitler lost his nerve on it. Dr. Morel prescribed it well It's fast debts. I am Robertson Speedo and this is my Gramme Friday. Skin drops slow to the bones But I've got my hunger anyway. I'm on Gramme Friday. Work and eat spontaneous Enter the house of weariness. It's Fastnet Look out Look down Look out Look now The hunger.... Friday . |
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from The Fall - Grotesque (2005)
When it happened he walked through all the estates, from
Manchester right to, er, Newcastle. In Darlington, helped an old man on his own chase some kids who fucking threw bricks through his flat window. He had a way with people like that. (Because of this) we moved on. 'Junior Choice' played one morning. The song was 'English Scheme.' Mine. They'd changed it with a grand piano and turned it into a love song. How they did it I don't know. DJs have worsened since the rising. Collaborating on nothing in praise of the track with words they can hardly pronounce in telephone voices. I was mad, and laughed at the same time. The West German government have brought over huge yellow trains on Teeside docks. In Edinburgh. I stayed on my own for a few days, wandering about in the, er, pissing rain, before the Queen Mother hit town. I'm Joe Totale The yet unborn son The North will rise again The North will rise again Not in 10,000 years Too many people cower to criminals And government crap The North will rise again X4 Look where you are Look where you are The future of my father Shift! Tony was a business friend Of RT, 17 And was an opportunist man Come, come hear my story How we set out to corrupt and destroy This future Rising The business friend came round today With teeth clenched, he grabbed my neck I threw him to the ground His blue shirt stained red The north will rise again. I said you are mistaken, friend I kicked him out of the home Too many people cower to criminals And that government pap When all it takes is hard slap Got out the window, a burglar wrote There were men with beads on sticks The fall had made them sick A man with butterflies on his face His brother threw acid in his face His tattoos were screwed The streets of Soho did reverberate With drunken Highland men Revenge for Culloden dead The North had rose again But it would turn out wrong The North will rise again So R. Totale dwells underground Will wait from cyclic grind With ostrich head-dress A face a mess, covered in feathers Orange-red with blue-black lines That draped down to his chest They are a tentacle mess And light blue pant-heads TV showed sham Chip and Dale No concept of what they mean The Arndale had been razed Shop staff knocked off their ladders Security guards up from the escalators And now darkness descends Tony seize the control He built his base in Edinburgh He had on his hotel wall A hooded friar on a tractor He took a bluey and called Totale Who said, "the North has rose again" But it will turn out wrong When I was in cavalry I vowed to defend All our English clergy Though they have gone wrong And the fall has begun This has gotten out of hand I will go for a foreign base But he told me off life down at home Said Totale, go back to bed The North has rose again today And you can't stop your age And you can't stop your age |
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