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from The Fall - Perverted By Language (1983)
The Leicester YOP, TEP, instructor
Emerged from corridor His state-subsidized cannabis haze Moved reptilian in its all-levelling routine I said to him It's about time you started thinking About the black dog on your back Said it's about time you started thinking About the rerun which is your life Moveable backdrop The backdrop shifted and changed The Manchester regiment of the Stuarts Would not tread on your patch Got nearly down to Derby you know Was stopped by stinking Billy And rode a racing horse which I had liberated From a Tyneside morgue I said to the men It's about time you started thinking About the black dog on your back It's about time you started thinking About the void in your life A military prison or worse The backdrop shifted and changed The semite man's home is full of sperm And pulled down His mezuzah was kicked around As I did it I said to them The backdrop shifted and changed So did not even know what song it was What it was Who put the yellow pills in the Gordon's gin? The backdrop shifted and changed Until did not even know When the lot come up Bomb-hole in our schedule Who put the yellow pills in the Gordon's gin? The backdrop shifted and changed Till the reptillian TEP instructor merged With stinking Billy's morass of flesh And the Yorkies drifted 1902 Metropole The Yorkies (ripley yorks) shifted and drifted I said to them The backdrop shifted and changed And this was The Fall Goodnight |
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from The Fall - Perverted By Language (1983)
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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from The Fall - Perverted By Language (1983)
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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from The Fall - Perverted By Language (1983)
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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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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from The Fall - Perverted By Language (1983)
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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from The Fall - Perverted By Language (1983)
Tied up to posts
Blindfold so can't feel maintainance Kickback art thou that thick? Death of the dimwits Businessman hits train Businessman hits train His veiled sex seeps through his management sloth The journey takes one hour And its a hexen hour Hexen school Hexen cursed Hexen bowl boils Hexen rule Explain the mood harm The DDR scene Alpine pullovers Alpine give over You can clutch at my toes You will drive me insane You know nothing about it It's not your domain Don't confuse yourself with someone who has something to say Cause its a hexen rain Hexen fodder Hexen cursed Hexen bowl boils Hexen rule explain the mood harm While greenpeace looked like saffron on the realm Brown, shrivelled A Kellog's peace The opposition was down Red church on a hill Red church on a hill Styrofoam insides Aluminium tiers Louis Armstrong tapes waft down the aisles And its a hexen hour Hexen file Hexen rule Hexen bowl boils Hexen rule in the hour of the fall It takes grace to play the second fiddle well His cap emblazoned a crusty knife (Live only one,) was these you ate Goes with you down, and pats your head That's strife knot Strife ker-not Strife is life and don't forget it Strife is life, you don't wanna hear it Could be thirteen or thirty one of this mob Could be thirteen or thirty one of this mob Strife knot Strife ker-not Life is strife but you don't wanna hear it Strife is life and that's it And that's it, and that's it And that's it |
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Tied up to posts
Blindfold so can't feel maintainance Kickback art thou that thick? Death of the dimwits Businessman hits train Businessman hits train His veiled sex seeps through his management sloth The journey takes one hour And its a hexen hour Hexen school Hexen cursed Hexen bowl boils Hexen rule Explain the mood harm The DDR scene Alpine pullovers Alpine give over You can clutch at my toes You will drive me insane You know nothing about it It's not your domain Don't confuse yourself with someone who has something to say Cause its a hexen rain Hexen fodder Hexen cursed Hexen bowl boils Hexen rule explain the mood harm While greenpeace looked like saffron on the realm Brown, shrivelled A Kellog's peace The opposition was down Red church on a hill Red church on a hill Styrofoam insides Aluminium tiers Louis Armstrong tapes waft down the aisles And its a hexen hour Hexen file Hexen rule Hexen bowl boils Hexen rule in the hour of the fall It takes grace to play the second fiddle well His cap emblazoned a crusty knife (Live only one,) was these you ate Goes with you down, and pats your head That's strife knot Strife ker-not Strife is life and don't forget it Strife is life, you don't wanna hear it Could be thirteen or thirty one of this mob Could be thirteen or thirty one of this mob Strife knot Strife ker-not Life is strife but you don't wanna hear it Strife is life and that's it And that's it, and that's it And that's it |
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from The Fall - Perverted By Language (1983)
And it's painless
Sitting in subterranea Ancient reference To Mesopotamia And it's quiet again Hidden fragments, surface now Repetitious history One more time for the record 2013 Philippsburg Confederate graves Are uncovered, throwing new light on This 19th century conflict, sparking a repeat These southern spectres were disease ridden, dusty, organic And psychic Rebellious mistakes Occur again Everything moving In a circular fashion Our words return in patterns Our minds, encapsulating time Gregoror, satiated walking thru' capitol Stumbles on two thousand dead Thai monks in SS uniforms Then fled to Hotel Bloedel, outside Nuremberg A long way south, to a reasonable smell of death And it's quiet again Hidden figments, surface now Repetitious history One more time for the record |
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from The Fall - Perverted By Language (1983)
A pillbox crisp
Offer, offer, it was not an unreasonable offer A pillbox crisp, that French git The spikes he left in the bathroom And I never heard from him again Offer, offer, it was not an unreasonable offer But it made me hungry For victuals could not raise nor buy I feel voxish, stack-heeled Hari Krish Those disgusting (vegan new/youth punks) Caught my life mould, give me silenced lectures Offer, offer, it was not an unreasonable offer But it made me hungry For victuals could not raise nor buy I've been sharpening a knife in the bathroom On a brick I got from the garden No one will fuck with me again Offer, offer, it was not an unreasonable offer But it made me hungry For victuals could not raise nor buy Feel vox crisp And voxish |
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from The Fall - Perverted By Language (1983)
Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy. Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy.
J. Hill's** satanic reign. Ass-lickers King O'Team. Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy x 2. In the marble halls of the charm school. How flair is punished. Under Marble Millichip***, the FA. broods. On how flair can be punished. They're guest is a Euro-State magnate. How flair is punished. K.K.C. X4. In the booze club, George Best**** does rule. How flair is punished. His downfall was a blonde girl, but that's none of your business! K. K. C. X 4 Former fan at the bus stop. Treads on the ball at his feet, in the christmas rush. And in his hands, two lager cans. Talks to himself. At the back. At the top. What are the implications of the club unit? Plastic, Slime, Partitions, Cocktail, Zig-Zag, Tudor Bar. Pat McGatt. Pat McGatt, the very famous sports reporter is talking......there. FANS! ! ! "Remember, you are abroad! Remember the police are rough! Remember the unemployed! Remember my expense account! HOT DOGS AND SEAT FOR MR. HOGG !! HOT DOGS AND SEAT FOR MR. HOGG!!! AAAAAANNNNDDD HIS GROTTYSPAWN! ! ! ! Lurid brochures for ground unit. Our style is punished. K. K. C. X 5 Remember! don't collect with the rough. K. K. C. X 1 Kicker, lets swell the facilities. Kicker Conspiracy times eight. |
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from The Fall - Perverted By Language (1983)
LUDD GANG Lyrics
(Ludd gang, Ludd gang..) Ports, Jap, fella, missed, film, swiz, quartz, lorry, back, tread, damn, ludd gang The housing association Burn down both streets A prefix of frustration I'll stick with the gang of one I'll make a stand with the Ludd Gang Got a hole in the brain for ya Got a hole in the brain for ya Courage my sweet Courage my sweet Courage my sweet It's the quiet like death It's the choir-ette of death Got a hole in the brain for ya Got a hole in the brain for ya I hate the guts ashamed of Stephen For what he has done The massacre of "Blue Christmas" On him I'd like to land one on But I'm stuck with a gang of one Got a hole in the brain for ya Courage my sweet Courage my sweet It's a quiet like death It's the choir-ette of death The housing association foiled the reign of the rain For this, MacDonald is truly grateful Cab driver asks why I'm not At home with my feet put up (campaigns run amok, brick a window, run amok) Whats, Jap, lorry, back, feather, next, bishops, ludd gang |
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from The Fall - Perverted By Language (1983)
Man whose head:
A - Knew about politburo facade behind 'Kicker' C - Who stole cafe's collection box B - Who applied cut-up technique literally to himself E - Who wore a red scarf to remind him of his fiancee G - And visitor esoteric Japanese says analyser. Mr Alastair touched off the tragedy. Taped voice, barely audible: 'You can tell by the way (...) H - There's a claque that makes use of Lancastrian patronisation of vice. Their rep Jim Davidson. The love of Paris infects the Civil Service. Lichen on the...N I used to have this thing about Link Wray I used to play him every Saturday God bless Saturday God bless Saturday We are The Fall |
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Man whose head:
A - Knew about politburo facade behind 'Kicker' C - Who stole cafe's collection box B - Who applied cut-up technique literally to himself E - Who wore a red scarf to remind him of his fiancee G - And visitor esoteric Japanese says analyser. Mr Alastair touched off the tragedy. Taped voice, barely audible: 'You can tell by the way (...) H - There's a claque that makes use of Lancastrian patronisation of vice. Their rep Jim Davidson. The love of Paris infects the Civil Service. Lichen on the...N I used to have this thing about Link Wray I used to play him every Saturday God bless Saturday God bless Saturday We are The Fall |
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from The Fall - Perverted By Language (1983)
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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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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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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from The Fall - Perverted By Language (1983)
A serious man
In need of a definitive job He had drunk too much Mandrake anthrax Pro-rae, pro-rae Oloron Tormented tots With Burton weeping His idiot contacts Pro-rae, pro-rae Put your claim into Tempo House Go round there to Tempo House Go round and have a grouse Put your claim into Tempo House Roll the chubby round jowls Roll the chubby round jowls And Burton's weeping His chairs are weeping God damn the pedantic Welsh Pro-rae, pro-rae Put your claim into Tempo House Go round there to Tempo House Go there and have a grouse Put your claim into Tempo House I'd sing "Solitaire" for the B.E.F. But who wants to be with them, anyway? Snow on Easter Sunday Jesus Christ in reverse I tell ya, the Dutch are weeping In four languages at least Oloron Pro-rae And Burton is weeping Put your claim into Tempo House Put your claim into Tempo House Go round and have a grouse Put your claim into Tempo House Illness, pollution, should be encouraged and let loose Then maybe some would have a genuine grouse Spring right out of the fetters Right away from 63 Market Place Tempo House address Pro-rae, pro-rae Oloron Winston Churchill had a speech imp-p-p-pediment And look what he did He razed half of London And the Dutch are weeping Lusted after French paintings Pro-rae, pro-rae Put your claim into Tempo House Go round there and have a grouse Go round, have a grouse Put your claim into Tempo House Pro-rae |
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from The Fall - Perverted By Language (1983)
A serious man
In need of a definitive job He had drunk too much Mandrake anthrax Pro-rae, pro-rae Oloron Tormented tots With Burton weeping His idiot contacts Pro-rae, pro-rae Put your claim into Tempo House Go round there to Tempo House Go round and have a grouse Put your claim into Tempo House Roll the chubby round jowls Roll the chubby round jowls And Burton's weeping His chairs are weeping God damn the pedantic Welsh Pro-rae, pro-rae Put your claim into Tempo House Go round there to Tempo House Go there and have a grouse Put your claim into Tempo House I'd sing "Solitaire" for the B.E.F. But who wants to be with them, anyway? Snow on Easter Sunday Jesus Christ in reverse I tell ya, the Dutch are weeping In four languages at least Oloron Pro-rae And Burton is weeping Put your claim into Tempo House Put your claim into Tempo House Go round and have a grouse Put your claim into Tempo House Illness, pollution, should be encouraged and let loose Then maybe some would have a genuine grouse Spring right out of the fetters Right away from 63 Market Place Tempo House address Pro-rae, pro-rae Oloron Winston Churchill had a speech imp-p-p-pediment And look what he did He razed half of London And the Dutch are weeping Lusted after French paintings Pro-rae, pro-rae Put your claim into Tempo House Go round there and have a grouse Go round, have a grouse Put your claim into Tempo House Pro-rae |
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from The Fall - Perverted By Language (1983)
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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from The Fall - Perverted By Language (1983)
Day by day.
The moon gains on me. Day by day. The moon gains on me. Purchased pair of flabby wings. I took to doing some HOVERING. Here is a list of incorrect things. HOVERED mid-air outside a study. An academic needed his chin, sent in the dust of some cheap magazines. His academic rust, could not burn them up. Recruited some gremlins. To get me clear of the airline routes. I paid them off with stuffing from my wings. They had some fun with those cheapo airline snobs. The stuffing loss made me hit a timelock. I ended up in the eighteen sixties. I've been there for one hundred and twenty five years. A small alteration of the past. Can turn time into space. Ended up under Ardwick Bridge. With some veterans from the U.S. Civil War. They were under Irish patronage. We shot dead a stupid sergeant, but I got hit in the crossfire. The lucky hit made me hit a time lock. But, when I got back. The place I made the purchase, no longer exists I'd erased it under the bridge. Day by day. The moon came towards me By such things. The moon came towards me. So now I sleep in ditches. And hide away from nosey kids. The wings rot and feather under me. The wings rot and curl right under me. A small alteration of the past. Can turn time into space. Small touches can alter more than a mere decade. Wings X 17. |
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from The Fall - Perverted By Language (1983)
Day by day.
The moon gains on me. Day by day. The moon gains on me. Purchased pair of flabby wings. I took to doing some HOVERING. Here is a list of incorrect things. HOVERED mid-air outside a study. An academic needed his chin, sent in the dust of some cheap magazines. His academic rust, could not burn them up. Recruited some gremlins. To get me clear of the airline routes. I paid them off with stuffing from my wings. They had some fun with those cheapo airline snobs. The stuffing loss made me hit a timelock. I ended up in the eighteen sixties. I've been there for one hundred and twenty five years. A small alteration of the past. Can turn time into space. Ended up under Ardwick Bridge. With some veterans from the U.S. Civil War. They were under Irish patronage. We shot dead a stupid sergeant, but I got hit in the crossfire. The lucky hit made me hit a time lock. But, when I got back. The place I made the purchase, no longer exists I'd erased it under the bridge. Day by day. The moon came towards me By such things. The moon came towards me. So now I sleep in ditches. And hide away from nosey kids. The wings rot and feather under me. The wings rot and curl right under me. A small alteration of the past. Can turn time into space. Small touches can alter more than a mere decade. Wings X 17. |
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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)
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)
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 - 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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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 - The War Against Intelligence - The Fontana Years (2000)
Last week after "Dynasty"
I had crows feet under my eyes Paid two days for getting high Freezing Wheezing Got pasted in a bar I hope I've got the number These are finest times of my life This are the greatest times of my life These are the biggest times of my life (This are the greatest times of my life) And just lately seeing you I rise a.m. off pink sheets I am renewed I am aglow Red brick and green is the streets You dressed today as if for riding school Your legs are so cool Came twice You thrice These is finest time of my life These are the biggest times of my life These are the greatest times of my life (These are finest times of my life) |
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from The Fall - The War Against Intelligence - The Fontana Years (2000)
Unfortunately I'm coming from a bad end
And I'm destined for a bad end But hanging around with you is like blood outta stone Getting stuff outta youse is like blood outta stone Blood outta stone You're history You've quit existation You're green grub And if I had any guts I'd turn those money tables up You dis-corporate bore You make me tired to the bone Cos getting things outta you.... When all your friends have dissolved And you're yakking on the phone You're techno-grounded You're blood outta stone Might appear deranged But you're blood outta stone You're mutton dressed as lamb Cos you're blood outta stone At least I've got an aim, chick Blood outta stone But I'm working to an aim |
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from The Fall - The War Against Intelligence - The Fontana Years (2000)
Edward lived with Mary
Like sister and brother Till one night Men are this Men are that (DIY) Women too (DIY) (DIY) Then there was three (DIY) A new start (DIY) A wierd wake (DIY) It all changed after Ed's babe (DIY) Ed's babe x3 See Ed on a plane (DIY) White bundle (DIY) In his arms (DIY) Ed's baby (DIY) See them working away (DIY) In bar rocking (DIY) Folly is a cloak of knavery (DIY) Ed's babe x3 OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOhs (till end) Ed's babe See him working away Fucking in a bar Folly is the cloak of knavery Cos on each arm, girls, twenty one Ed's babies x6 Life up in smoke Babe rolled like a joint (DIY) Hunger in their home (DIY) Ed's babe x3 |
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from The Fall - The War Against Intelligence - The Fontana Years (2000)
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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from The Fall - The War Against Intelligence - The Fontana Years (2000)
We plough the fields together
In all types of intemperance Our bones cracked in unison Gentlemen's, gentlemen's agreement You know what he is And probably still is Sticking his colours To whatever new mast there is But our agreement is over I thought we had some kind of agreement But with you it was just prurience You're addicted to excitement My energies are down now with yours And you're sitting on my back fence But I thought we had an agreement Gentlemen's, gentlemen's agreement Your brain is software Your brain is Game Boy It's filled with excretement And your short-term memory Will fleetingly remember Our gentlemen's, gentlemen's agreement Gentlemen's, gentlemen's agreement Gentlemen's, gentlemen's agreement |
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from The Fall - The War Against Intelligence - The Fontana Years (2000)
High tension line, step down
Jeanette Fletcher is strange but not in a horrible way And Michelle Spencer is this tight Come and hear her today And see 40-year olds in multicoloured shirts It never used to concern me But now it's making me say High tension line, step down Buying houses and doing them up far far away Got at my shoulder CDTI and behind me TDK You have to go far for the simple and unadorned And please excuse my words, wandering High tension line, step down At my feet CDTI breakdown And I pick up the phone, no-one And am far too far fast for sampling Just spend my time avoiding High tension line, step down Life is nothing more than a disposable Facial tissue in a brass bin and spawn Take it out, I notice face imprint And please excuse my words, I'm wandering High tension line, step down |
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from The Fall - The War Against Intelligence - The Fontana Years (2000)
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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from The Fall - The War Against Intelligence - The Fontana Years (2000)
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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from The Fall - The War Against Intelligence - The Fontana Years (2000)
Everybody's going through changes
Everybody's got a bag of his own Everybody's talking about places That can only be found in the greater unknown People are dying The babies are crying Don't nobody care at all? There's love and disaster And good things come after Just follow the paths along Popcorn double feature The whole world's a funny farm That man is your teacher No need to be alarmed Music's coming out of the woodwork Sounds so strange, nobody sleeps I met a little man on the corner Waving a flag and making a speech Coffee each morning Don't park or, nor warning They tow your machine away There's so much confusion That's built on illusion What's making the music play? Popcorn double feature The whole world's a funny farm That man is your teacher No need to be alarmed NOT MUCH Coffee each morning No popcorn a-warning They tow your machine away There's love and disaster But good things come after What's making the music play Popcorn double feature Popcorn double feature Popcorn double feature Popcorn double feature Popcorn double feature Popcorn double feature Popcorn double feature world |
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from The Fall - The War Against Intelligence - The Fontana Years (2000)
She's ten to five
But I'm shiftwork And my woman alive Shiftwork Shiftwork I thought shiftwork would work But it's good as broken us apart Lights flash over me Twenty-four hour boy I'm just home for tea But she's in work mode Shiftwork Shiftwork And they will shake you by the hands For shiftwork But being abandoned by your woman Is the price for shiftwork Shiftwork Shiftwork Shiftwork Shiftwork, you let me down Gave me a hard heart You just cracked my mind You split us apart Shiftwork Shiftwork Shiftwork Raise your wages per your warm grasp By shiftwork But I can (can't?) see me go, go, going from this land Because of shiftwork Shiftwork I don't give her a chance to get the morning grass (this line sketchy) Gets in at eleven I'm going out at the time Just to hang out with a woman who never (?) my (?) Shiftwork She was ten to five But I'm shiftwork And that woman that once was mine It's just shiftwork Shiftwork Shiftwork Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now Shiftwork Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now Shiftwork Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now Shiftwork Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now Shiftwork Now, now, now, now Where are you going? This work has not yet reached Cessation. |
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from The Fall - The War Against Intelligence - The Fontana Years (2000)
I hear you Telephone Thing listening in
I hear you Telephone Thing listening in How dare you assume I want to parlez-vous with you? Sorry to be so short with you But I'm tapped But I'm tapped I hear you Telephone Thing listening in I hear you Telephone Thing listening in The use of (..) and your smug advertisements of your tendril ocean bed achievements does not justify your abuse of privacy piracy act I hear you Telephone Thing listening in I feel you Telephone Thing listening in How dare you assume I want to parlez-vous with you? You Gretchen Franklin nosey matron thing I hear you Telephone Thing listening in Sense you I hear you Telephone Thing listening in How dare you assume I want to parlez-vous with you? You Gretchen Franklin nosey matron type Does the Home Secretary have the barest faintest inkling of what's going down? I hear you Telephone Thing listening in I hear you Telephone Thing listening in The use of (..) and your amug advertisements Of your tendril ocean bed achievements does not justify your abuse of privacy piracy act I hear you Telephone Thing listening in I do you Telephone Thing listening in How dare you assume I want to parlez-vous with you You Gretchen Franklin thing I hear you Telephone Thing listening in Sense you I hear you Telephone Thing listening in Sense you I hear you Telephone Thing listening in I hear you Telephone Thing listening in I hear you Telephone Thing listening in How dare you assume I want to parlez-vous with you? I'm tapped I hear you Telephone Thing listening in I HEAR YOU TELEPHONE THING |
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from The Fall - The War Against Intelligence - The Fontana Years (2000)
Keep reading me the Book of Lies
Keep reading me the Book of Lies And you keep giving me And you keep reading me The Book of Lies The Book of Lies You keep telling me the Book of Lies Book of Lies I don't like what I'm doing to you You don't like what you're doing to me Don't make me cry The Book of Lies The Book of Lies You don't listen to anything I say Or do anything you promised to do So why should I? The Book of Lies You don't listen to anything I say Or do anything you promised to say Listen to Subject to The Book of Lies You keep reading me The Book of Lies |
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from The Fall - The War Against Intelligence - The Fontana Years (2000)
(Too many people penetratin) There's crafty people
Trynn work out the scene (Findin' out) Nosin about & stickin Their noses in Rebel! x3 But she was the littlest rebel Her blue suit is nylon weave She wears jet black hi-heels Throws whites down the well She's the littlest rebel Rebel! x3 But she was the littlest rebel Their mentors jet past in NISSANS Are those cars??!? Are those shoes?!?! She consigns them all to hell She's the littlest rebel Hips like Shirley Temple She's the littlest rebel -- THE LITTLEST REBEL (recorded version) There's loads of people Trying to suss out the scene Sniffing about and sticking Their noses in Rebel But she was the littlest rebel Blue suit with nylon weave She wears jet black high heels She throws planks down the well She's the littlest rebel Rebel But she was the littlest rebel She consigns them all to hell She's the littlest rebel Her tormentors jet past in Nissans She says are those cars? Are those shoes? She consigns them all to hell She's the littlest rebel Hips like Shirley Temple She's the littlest rebel And she doesn't kiss and tell She's the littlest rebel Rebel But she was the littlest rebel A sophisticate plays truant She's the littlest rebel And she doesn't kiss and tell Cause she's the littlest rebel Well she's the littlest rebel Rebel And she was the littlest rebel |
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from The Fall - The War Against Intelligence - The Fontana Years (2000)
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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from The Fall - The War Against Intelligence - The Fontana Years (2000)
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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from The Fall - The War Against Intelligence - The Fontana Years (2000)
It's time I started thinking on my feet
Instead of on my back Now I got time Time enough at last Time enough at last boy Time enough at last It's been the bane of my life But I've got time enough at last I got time Time enough at last Time enough at last boy Time enough at last And sometimes people think you're just stupid But I got time enough at last I got time Time enough at last Time enough at last boy Time enough at last Time enough at last boy Time enough at last Cos I got time Time enough at last It's just stupid thinkin' 'bout the past Cos I got time enough at last In the city (inferno) Is how to extract Your brains from the head of a minor executive Now I got time Time enough at last Time enough at last boy Time enough at last Time enough at last boy Time enough at last And (the projectors) eat you When you least expect it But I got time Time enough at last From a summer of experience To a pit of its knowledge Cos I got time Time enough at last Time enough at last boy Time enough at last I got time Time enough at last |
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from The Fall - The War Against Intelligence - The Fontana Years (2000)
In North Carolina way back in the hills
Lived my pappy and he had him a still He brewed white lightning 'til the sun go down Then he'd get out a jug and pass it around Mighty mighty pleasin' Poppa kept a-squeezin' and called it White Lightning G-men, T-men, Revenue too Searching for the place where he made his brew They were lookin' tryna book him But my pappy kept a-cookin' it White Lightning I asked my pappy why he called the brew White Lightning's full of morning dew Took one sip then I knew When my eyes bulged out and my face turned blue A city slicker came and said "I'm mighty tough, I wanna get a taste of the powerful stuff" Took one slug and drank it right down And I heard him moaning as he hit the ground Shout! |
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from The Fall - The War Against Intelligence - The Fontana Years (2000)
You haven't found it yet,
Haven't found it yet. Look at the glass, turn your head You haven't found it yet. Moving down the lane inside It's flashy Camden Town It's that London lyric again You haven't found it yet. Impulses crowd your head Too much to be absorbed You're into the top shackle Mental saw-down of your head.* Which bemoans a simple fact. You haven't found it yet. It seemed so clear in bed It's dark but your legs, they are dead Your pen is encombed in mattress You're not going to get it yet You haven't found it yet You're dying but still warm Put this writing on your tomb Spit out with dying breath You haven't found it yet. I dictate Transcribe Relations Dear Cousin It's destiny. The grist that curtails the mill shall make us strong |
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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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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 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)
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)
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 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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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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