CONDITIONS: The following lyrics are an incomplete and frequently incorrect chronological compilation of Fall lyrics. They were compiled from the ears of various members of the Fall internet discussion group, from books, and album covers.

These lyrics are a public service by devoted fans. The sale or the profit from these lyrics in any way is strictly forbidden.

Any corrections/additions/disputations should be sent to JKANDELL@CCIT.ARIZONA.EDU. Please indicate if your corrections are based on an official source or garnered from your ear.

SOURCES: Edited by Jonathan Kandell, Tucson, Arizona with Jeff Leane, David Golumbia, Tommi Turkia, David C @dcs.qmw.ac.uk, Chris Mohr, Salim N. Virgi, ng, Simon Hughes, JR Ellis, AM McBride, AJ Norman, Jeff AC15@po.cwru.edu, David Roe, David Beus, Neil Ghani, Nick Hughes

ABBREVIATIONS: [f] = official lyrics from Fall Lyrics Book [s] = official lyrics from Sinister Times

 NO X-MAS FOR JOHN QUAYS 


The x in x-mas is a substitute crucifix for Christ
No Christmas for John Quays

I'm in powder's reach
And harvest's teacher
And when you bind [find?]
So that they can reach ya [then they can't reach you?]

There is no Christmas for junky

He thinks he is
More interesting
Than the world

I'm high he sings
In a terminal world

A packet of three-fives
555
A packet of those over there
And 20 special offer cigars

Now talking to the cigarette machine

It's a nicotinic acid
Good king Wenceslaus
He looked out
Cheery bugger
He fell out

He spits in the sky
It falls in his eye
I guess then he sits there
Talking to his kitchen

And talking about Frankie Lymon

Tell me why is this so?
Tell me why is this so?

Out of place with the idle race
He gets out of the room with his shoe

Although the skins are there
He knows its up to him
To go out or stay in

I'll stay in
I'll stay in

You
Me
X-Mas
X-Mas

There is no Christmas for junkies
No girls
No cause
Just the traffic passing by
Bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye

No X-mas for John Quays

 REBELLIOUS  JUKEBOX 


I'm searching for the now
I'm looking for the real thing, ya

Head through a blue haze
Waiting for the musical craze
We gotta taxi for Mr. Nelson
Taxi for Mr. Nelson

Rebellious Jukebox yeah
Rebellious Jukebox now

Those songs that first came out
Is the scene had dropped out
Played music to itself
Played music for itself

Rebellious Jukebox yeah
Rebellious Jukebox now

I'm looking for a [home for the real]
I wanna [house .... ???]
Trigger's from the slaughterhouse
Not happy I went out
Noise resolves around
Noise resounds about

Rebellious Jukebox yeah
Rebellious Jukebox now

Showed a lot to the fruit machine
They said I was imagining
Trigger's dancing at the bar
Trigger's dancing for the bar

Rebellious Jukebox yeah
Rebellious Jukebox now

I'm searching for the now
I'm looking for the real thing here

[q: First few lines of verse that starts "I'm looking for a home..."??]

 FUTURES AND  PASTS 


I was in a sleeping dream
When a policeman brought my mother home
By the window I didn't scream
I was too old for that

I was in a drunken dream
The pubs were closed
It was three o'clock
At the bottom of the street it seemed
There was a policeman lost in the fog

I understand but I don't see it
I understand but I don't say it
I understand but I don't read it
Futures and Pasts

You can cry for your lost childhood
Will you cry for lost childhoods?
But remember how you hated it
And worse cause you couldn't state it?

And it's time for the note, see it
And it's time for the note, say it
And it's time for the note, read it
Futures and Pasts

Look at the woman of thirty-nine
Look at the man of forty-nine
You can read their lousy lives
You can see their ugly face lines

They understand but they don't see it
They understand but they don't see it
I understand but I don't read it
Futures and Pasts

I understand but I don't see it
I understand but I don't see it
I understand but I don't read it
Futures and Pasts



 VARIOUS TIMES 


Alright we're going to go back
to 1940
No money
And I live in Berlin
I think I'll join up
Become a camp guard
No war for me
An old Jew's face dripping red

I hate the prisoners
I hate the officers
There's no fight
I think I'll join, a red rose,
Leo Belsen
I'll go to Switzerland
A human resistor  [register?]
Don't think, ask him

Present :
I don't like them
said Ian
in his black-out threats
I think I'll drop out
Become a no-man
And live my rules
But I'm the sort that gets out the bath with a dirty face

Everyone I meet's the same now
No brains or thoughts
A good case for the systems we like we get
A human resistor
Various times
Don't think, ask him

Future:
1980
Black windows
And small key holes
My head is full of lead
And the beer is so weak
Since they got rid of time around here
Dr. Doom fresh from Salem
And the witch trials
The light of heaven
Time mistaken
Three places at once
A human resistor
Don't think, ask him
Ask him
Ask him

 TWO STEPS BACK


Everybody likes me
They think I'm crazy
I pull my string and I do my thing.

Two Steps Back

I don't need the acid factories
[They] have mushrooms in the fields
Julian said "How was the beer?"     [gear?]
They don't sell things to you over there
A cigarette goes out when you put it down.

Two Steps Back

Had a look at the free festivals
They're like cinemas with no films
You could make a fire with the seats
You could boil up some [cigar] dits
Or get into the subway for the icecream to come around.

Two Steps Back
Two Doors Down

I meet my old friends there
They queue up for cash there
They are part Irish
They have no conscience
They get [fatter] by the cracker factory.

Two Steps Back

The cracker factory:
A place where you get into the working routine again.
Rehabs for no hopes
Prefab for jobless dopes.


 LIVE AT THE WITCHTRIALS


We're still one step ahead of you
I still believe in the R and R dream
R and R--primal scream

Tied to the Puritan Ethic
Nonsympathetic to spastics
After all, they're still
a lonely bastard.

Eggheads, boneheads, queue
Queue for them
We were early and we were late
But, still, live at the witch trials....

 FRIGHTENED


Someone's always on my tracks
In a dark room you see more than you think
In out of my place, got to get back
I sweated a lot, you could feel the violence

I've got shears pointed straight at my chest
And time moves slow when you count it
I'm better than them, and I think I'm the best
But I'll appear at midnight when the films close

Cause I'm in a trance
and I sweat
I don't want to danse
I want to go home.

I couldn't live in those people places
They might get to know my actions
I'd run away from toilets and feces
I'd run away to a non-date on the street

Cause I'm in a trance
and I sweat
I don't want to danse
I want to go home.

I feel trapped by mutual affection
And I don't know how to use freedom
I spend hours looking sideways
to the time when I was sixteen

I'm frightened.

I go to the top of the street
I go to the bottom of the street
I look up to the sky, my lips are dry....

 CRAP RAP/LIKE TO BLOW


We are the Fall
[All] the white crap that talks back
We are not black. Tall.
No Nazis for us.
Do not fuck us.
We are frigid stars.
We were spitting, we were snapping "Cop Out, Cop Out!"
as if from heaven.

No stars in the soul
I stay at home
I live on snacks
[     ] go in packs

I like to blow...
[concentration ...]

The years go in cycles,
the years go in cycles
Hopes goes...
  smoke  comes, i know

   warior
      happy
      nobody
I think slow.

[this baby's full of holes. ed.]


 PSYKICK DANCE HALL-Dragnet version              [f]


Is there anybody there?
Yeah!

Rock Rock Rock Rock Rock

Rocky! Rocky!
Is quester psykick dance-hall
Step forward for
ESP is the medium of discord

My garden is made of stone
There's a computer center over the road
I saw a monster on the roof
Its colors glowed on the roof

Round the corner
Is quester psykick dancehall
Step forward for
ESP is medium of discord

Here they have no records
They know your questions about no words
Just bumble stumble to the waves
Twitching out to the waves

Clock it! Clock it!
It's quester psykick dance-hall
Never bored with
ESP medium discord

When I'm dead and gone
My vibrations will live on
In vibes not vinyl thru the years
People will dance to my waves

Rock it! Rock it!
It's quester psykick dance-hall
Step aboard for
ESP medium discord


PSYKICK DANCE HALL-single version

Rocky! Rocky!
Is quester psykick dance-hall
Step forward for
ESP is the medium of discord

My garden is made of stone
I saw an ape thing on the road
a tricky top made of flesh
He's got a big contest.

Round the corner
Is quester psykick dancehall
Step forward for
ESP is medium of discord

Here they have no records
They know your questions about the words
Just bumble stumble to the waves
Twitching out to the waves

Clock it! Clock it!
It's quester psykick dance-hall
Never bored with
ESP medium discord

--- was accused of being a fraudulent
... enthusiast.... witchcraft   ....
My vibrations will live on.

Rock it! Rock it!
It's quester psykick dance-hall
Step aboard for
ESP medium discord

[q: missing penultimate paragraph]


 BEFORE THE MOON FALLS 


Shhhh

We are private detectives on a [?]
Welcome to the neighborhood of The Fall
You would suspect this
It is so obvious
It's long distance polluted
Those there to suspect
Would not see the wood for the trees
We were six like dice but we're back to five
Up her in the North there are no waste packing jobs for us
Thank Christ
While young married couples discuss the qualities
Of their so-called traps , of their [?]
We spit in the plate and wait for the ice to melt

I must create a new regime
Or live by another man's
Before the moon falls
I must create a new scheme
And get out of others' hands
Before the moon falls

I could use some pure criminals
And get my hands on some royalty
Before the moon falls

A problem of this new scheme
Is answering obscene phone calls
Before the moon falls

Gotta stop kidding around
Until they've caught me shuffling
We've got the power
????
I use the power

And will forever end this reign of terror
Before the moon falls
Before the tide subsides
Before The Fall swoons



 SPECTRE VS. RECTOR  (Live at Acklam Hall version)


Never chain the bon vivant  {?]
the feeling, o come on        [?]
I've suffered a great wrong
Such hatred, Church's song

Part One: Spectre v. Rector
The Rector lived in Hampshire
The Spectre was not focussed on
the evil dust in the air.

The Rector locked his doors
An Inspector drives through Hampshire
Has to sleep because of the fog
And thinks of his new director.

Meanwhile the Spectre possesses Rector
Spectre blows him against the wall
Says "     this is your face.
I've waited all season for this
         my hate is crisp
I'll wreck your hot body to pieces."

[chorus]

Enter Inspector
You have Inspector versus Rector possessed by Spectre
He was spoken, this devil, rose and shrunken
The Inspector is half insane.

[chorus]

Onto the scene comes a Hero
Soul possessed a thousand times
Only he could save the Rector
Only he could save the Inspector

This hero was a strange fello
"Those flowers, take them away," he said.
"They're only funeral decorations.
And O this is a tragic nation
A nation of no imagination.  [though this is a prostation]
A stupid dead man is their ideal
They shook me and they think me unclean."

I have saved a thousand souls
        blood but always good
It's like I drunk myself sober
I get better as I get older

[chorus]

The hero
The Spectre enters the Hero  [posesses the]
but the possession is ineffectual.
So exit a spectre.

Inspector and hero walk on the scene
Is the Spectre vanished forever?
Is Spectre banished forever?

The Spectre has exit the scene
but the Inspector is half insane.
Serves him right for chossing such a crap career.
And the hero goes back into the mountains
He was an exorcist
But he was exhausted.


 YOUR HEART OUT


Just take for instance
a time of great depression
made out of reason
that time's in season

Don't shut your heart out
Don't cry your eyes out

Don't cry for me
and make sick thought
a savage pencil
I'm nearly healthy

And they try to take my eyes out
Friends try to work my soul out
But I don't sing, I just shout
Heavy clout, huh!

Now here's a joke
to cheer you up:
Old times no surgeon
Just magicians and dungeons
There they take your heart out
with a sharp knife
It wasn't fake
They gave no anesthetic.
That joke's pathetic.

Just look at me
Too much speed
But very plain
You're lucky, friend.

You've gotten a take out
You know what I'm talking about!
I don't sing I just shout
All on one note.
Sing, sing, sing, sing
Look at me, I just ping.


 THE ENGLISH SCHEME                  [f]


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


 C N' C/STOP MITHERING     [f]


Three days
Three months
Three days
Three months
A treatise
A treatise
To explain these
First was cash 'n' carry house dance
In Lancashire they're A
In King Nat Ltd. empire
Quick Save is there
The scene started here
Then was America

Then was America
We went there
Big A&M herb was there
His offices had fresh air
But his rota was mediocre
US purge, rock 'n' pop filth
Their material's filched
And the secret of their lives
Is...

All the English groups
Act like peasants with free milk
On a route
On a route to the loot
To candy mountain
Five wacky English proletariat idiots
Californians always think of sex
Or think of death
Five hundred girl deaths
A Mexico revenge, it's stolen land
They really get it off on
"Don't hurt me please"
Rapist fill the TVs
And the secret of their lives
Is S.E.X..

I have dreams, I can see
Carloads of negro Nazis
Like Faust with beards
Hydrochloric shaved weirds

[Applause from audience at Cyprus Tavern ]

This was going to be called crap rap fourteen,
but it's now Stop Mithering.
The things that drain you off and drive you off the hinge.
Boils, dirty socks, the ceilings collapse.
The Sunday morning loud lawn mower,
the upstairs Jewish girl damn hoovering, with valium cig withdrawal.
She wants communal, fluent flat household.
I want privacy.
The bastard dentist doctors surgery,
Clip, clop, ring, knock, ring
Stop mithering

The estates stick up like stacks
The estates stick up like stacks
The residents keep wild dogs
And on that father's bedroom closet top,
electric blanket boxes
Surplus jonnies, demob pictures
To their children they sing
Stop mithering

You think you've got it bad with thin ties,
miserable songs synthesized, or circles with A in the middle.
Make joke records, hang out with Gary Bushell,
Join round table. "I like your single yer great!"
A circle of low IQ's.
There are three rules of audience.
My journalist acquaintances, go soft, go places,
on record company expenses.
I lose humor, manners become bog writers, don't know it.
The smart hedonists, same as last verse, allusions with
H in electronics, on stage false histrionics,
Corpse mauling dicks, pose to a good film, him, him
Stop mithering

I'm not joining conventional rock band.
The conventional is experimental, the conventional is now experimental,
And is no way noble, and I'm no chock stock thing.
So stop mithering.
Engineers save up for cars.
I try to let down their tyres with matches to make them molten.
Ouch! Ouch!
They say I rip off Johnny Rotten
They always strike for more pay.
They say "See yer mate..Yeh...see yer mate"
To their mothers they sing
Stop mithering

Even the drowned penile tissue test.
He hangs out for sex.
He enters magazine contest.
White tan horror in the mirror.
Spotty exterior hides a spotty interior.
He's not your enemy.
He's not your enemy, his name is not Harry.
The secret of Cash and Carry.


 THE NWRA 


When it happened he walked through all the estates from Manchester,
Loughsborough, Newcastle.  Luke Allington helped an old man on his own chase
some kids who had been throwing bricks through his flat window.  He had a way
with people like that.  Because of this we moved on.

We had a choice played one morning.  The song was "English Scheme."  Mine.
They changed it from a grumpy piano bit to a love song.  How they did it I
don't know.  DJs have curses since the Rising.  Collaborating on nothing in
praise of the draft with words they can hardly pronounce.

It's bad enough at the same time, some West German government have brought
over huge yellow trains on Teeside dock in Edinburgh.  I stayed on my own
for a few days. [wandering about....?]

I'm Joe Totale
The yet unborn songs
The North will rise again
The North will rise again
Not in 10,000 years
Too many people, cowards, and criminals
And government crap
The North will rise again
Look where you are
Look where you are
The future of my father

 SHIFTWORK         


Tony was a business friend
Of Artie-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,
I said you are mistaken friend
The North will rise again
I kicked him out of the home

Too many people, cowards, and criminals
And all that government crap
When our teachers are slapped

Went out the window a burglar broke
There were men with Bizon sticks
The ball had made them sick
A man with butterflies on his face
His brother threw acid in his face
His tatoos were screwed
The streets of Soho did reverberate
With drunken Highland men
Revenge for Culloden dead
The North will rise again
But it would turn out wrong
The North will rise again

So our Totale dwells underground
Will wait from the cyclic grind
With ostrich head-dress
A face a mess covered in feathers
Orange-red with blue-black lines
That drooped down to his chest
They are a tentacle mess
And light blue pants fit
To show sham Chip and Dale
No concept of what they mean
The Arndale had been razed
Shot stabbed atop their ladders
Security guards up from the escalators
And now darkness descends
Tony sees 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

[q:  Is the song Shiftwork separate from NWRA?]


 NEW FACE  IN HELL 


Wireless enthusiast intercepts government secret radio band
And uncovers secrets and scandals of deceitful type proportions

Aghast he 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!


 IMPRESSION OF J TEMPERANCE


Hate wide for dog breeder
in the town of good thoughts
Never seen dog breeder
This is the tale of his replica.

Name was J. Temperance
Only two did not hate him
Because peasants feel local indifference
Pet shop and the vet, Cameron.

One night vet is called out
from his overpayed leisure
To Temperance household, their limit ran out
and phoned his wife in terror.

The next bit is hard to relate.
The new born thing hard to describe
Like a rat that's been trapped inside
A warehouse face, there are city tied
Brown sockets, purple eyes
[ ] with rubbish from disposal barges

Brown uncovered
no changling as the perfect witness [birth witness]
Only one person could do this:
Yes, it's Cameron
And the thing was in the
Impression of J. Temperance.

This hiddeous replica.


 GRAMME FRIDAY


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?
Hector lost his nerve on this.
Dr. Morale prescribed it well
It's spastics.

I am Robertson Steele
and this is my Gramme Friday.

But I've got my hunger anyway.
I'm on Gramme Friday.
Work and eat can be spontaneous
Into the house of weariness.
It's spastics.


 MIDDL MASS 


The evil is not in extremes
It's in the aftermath
The middle mass
After the fact
Vulturous in the aftermath

Summer close season
A quiet dope and cider man
But during the season
Hard drug and cider mates

The boy is like a tape loop
The boy is like a uh-uh

Not much contact
Drinking, the men wait
They are set at nought
Because cripple states a holy state
Because cripple states a holy state
The Werhmacht never got in here
The Werhmacht never got in here
The Werhmacht never got in here
The Werhmacht never got in here
Thought it took us six years
The whermacht never got in here
And living here you whisper, bub
And living here you whisper, bub!

This boy is like a tape loop
And he has soft mitts
But he's the last domain
Of a very black, back room brain
He learned a word today
The word's misanthropy
And he's running to and from
The cats from tin pan alley
And he's running with and from
The cats from tin pan alley
And going down the alley
Take the cats from the alley
Up to them
The alley's full of cats from tin pan

Come into the back room Brian
And meet
The middl mass
The middl mass
Vulturous in the aftermath
Middl mass


 FIT AND WORKING AGAIN


I'm fit and working again
Look down the road
in the sun
I [make a pact with forty strong gang]

I'm fit and working again
I've seen fit
We've seen the tail end
I'm fit and working again

[Eggs] hang like chandaliers
My lungs acrusted in blood
But the facts is now cut clear

I'm fit and working, dear
still continue to write this song
I'm fit and working again
I used to think this spot [song?] was the domain

Opinion is at most
Stimulus reason
If you've got the most
Too precise.  [truth, precise? treatise? treason?]
Analysis is academic
Some thoughts can get nauseous.

Set off is a freak on a train
What's on his head and chin?
Boy, was I getting so vain!
I saw the recession around Victoria Station

I'm fit and working again
Gimme the sun.
I'm fit and working again

And I feel like Alan Mentor
I just ate eight sheets of bloody [blotting?] paper
And I took down the Alka Seltzer  [chucked down?]

Cause I'm fit and working again...


 LEAVE THE CAPITAL       [f] 



The tables covered in beer
Showbizwhines, minute detail
Its a hand on the shoulder in Leicester Square
Its vaudeville pub back room dusty pictures of
White frocked girls and music teachers
The beds too clean
The waters poison for the system

Then you know in your brain
LEAVE THE CAPITOL!
EXIT THIS ROMAN SHELL!
Then you know you must leave the capitol
Straight home (x3)
One room, one room
Then you know in your brain
You know in your brain
LEAVE THE CAPITOL!
EXIT THIS ROMAN SHELL!

Then you know you must leave the capitol
Straight home (x3)
Then you know in your brain
You know in your brain
Leave The Capitol!
Then you know you must leave the capitol

It will not drag me down
I will leave this ten times town
I will leave this fucking dump
One room, one room

Hotel maids smile in unison
Then you know in your brain
You know in your brain
LEAVE THE CAPITOL
EXIT THIS ROMAN SHELL
Then you know you must leave the capitol

I laughed at the great God Pan
I didnae, I didnae
I laughed at the great god Pan
I didnae, I didnae, I didnae, I didnae

LEAVE THE CAPTIOL
EXIT THE ROMAN SHELL
Then you know you must leave the capitol

Pan resides in welsh green masquerades
On welsh cat caravans
But the monty
Hides in curtains
Grey blackish cream
All the paintings you recall
All the side stepped cars
All the brutish laughs
>From the flat and the wild dog downstairs


 PROLE ART THREAT  [a]


Pink press threat!

MAN WITH CHIP: I'm riding third class on a one-class train.
          I'm cranked at nought like a wimpey crane.
              ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^           ^^^
          I'm a pink prole threat.        [MES's sp]

GENT IN SAFE-HOUSE: Get out the pink press threat file
     and Brrrptzzap* the subject.  (* = scrambled)

 MAN WITH CHIP:      It's delouse, recluse time
(now v. bitter)     When I get to the safe house
                    Hanging rhyme
                    Hang this crummy blitz trad. by its neck
                    Pink press threat
                    I escaped the pink prole effect

GENT IN SAFE-HOUSE: It's a new prole art threat
          It's recluse, safehouse time

NARRATOR: Then the clan began

Scene: Safe-house   Give them nail files, soon
GENT AND STAFF-     Then the clan began
now revealed        Agenda item one
to be m.i.9.        Pink press threat
                    Get out the pink press threat file
                    New prole art threat the subject
                    It's safehouse, safehouse time

     (ALL: Everybody hears the hum at 3:00 a.m.)

But in the safehouse, it's not around
Pink press threat

GENT:     Get out the wet lib file
          New prole art the subject
          Safehouse, safehouse tone

MAN WITH CHIP,           That clan has gotten away with 100 years
dissipated and knacked,  of sheer brilliance
at home, video reach,    Until now
stereo bog etc.



 KICKER CONSPIRACY 


Kicker!  Kicker conspiracy!

JL's atomic plate, slicker's king of tea

In the marble halls of the charm school
How flair is punished
Under marble millichip the F.A. broods
How flair can be punished
Their guest is a Euro-state magnate
Corporate-ulent   [corporate you elect?]

Kicker!  Kicker Conspiracy!

In the British clubs George Best does rule  [In the booze clubs?]
How flair is punished
His downfall was a blond girl
But that's none of your business

Kicker!  Kick conspiracy!

Football fan at the bus stop
Stretch on the balls of his feet at the Christmas rush
Had in his hands two lager cans
Talked to himself at the back, at the top  [at the back, and he talked?]

Fortifications on the club units   [but on occassion on the club....?]
Plastic slime partitions
Cocktail zigzag shooter bars

Pat McCass, 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"

Hotdogs and seat for Mr. Hog
Hotdogs and seat for Mr. Hog
And his grubby spawn
A living brochure for the ground units    [gramme units?]
How stale is punished         [How style is punished?]

Kicker!  Kick conspiracy!
Remember, the uncommissioned are rough!
Remember, destroy the facilities!

Kicker!  Kick conspiracy!

[q: See various above]


 HOW I WROTE "ELASTIC MAN" 


I'm eternally grateful
To my past influences
But they will not free me
I am not diseased
All the people ask me
How I wrote "Elastic Man"

A life should be full of strangeness
Like a rich painting
But it gets worse day by day
I'm a potential DJ
A creeping wreck
A mental wretch
Everybody's asks me
How I wrote "Elastic Man"

His soul hurts though it's well filled up
The praise received is mentally sent back
Or taken apart
The Observer magazine just about sums him up
E.g. self-satisfied, smug

I'm living a fake
People say, "You are entitled to and great
But I have not wrote for 90 days
I'll get a good deal and I'll go away
Away from the empty brains that ask
How I wrote "Elastic Man"

His last work was "Space Mystery" in the Daily Mail,
An article in Leather Thighs
The only thing real is waking and rubbing your eyes
So I'm resigned to bed
I keep bottles and comics stuffed by its head
Fuck it, let the beard grow
I'm too tired,
I'll do it tomorrow
The fridge is sparse
But in the town
They'll stop me in the shops
Verily they'll track me down
Touch my shoulder and ignore my dumb mission
And sick red faced smile
And they will ask me
And they will ask me
How I wrote "Elastic Man"

[q: Book says "plastic man". i hear "elastic man" at least at beginning.
which do you hear?]


 THE MAN WHOSE HEAD EXPANDED 


The Man Whose 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 Whose Head Expanded
A soap opera writer will follow him around
And use his jewels for TV prime time

The Man Whose Head Expanded
Turn the bloody blammy space invaders off
The Man Whose Head Expanded

Explained:
The scriptwriter will 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 coincidence
A Red faced close jolly grapes but steal his jewels
And put them in the mouths of bad actor fools
Of this he was convinced

Sounds like Hitler [hick wap?]
Sounds a lot like midworker [?]

The Man Whose Head Expanded
So he wouldn't appear illiterate [would?]
Crack crack
So he would appear illiterate  [wouldn't?]
Crack crack
Crack crack

The Man Whose Head Expanded
The man without heraldry  [Firm without heraldry?]
Had his interpretation prerogative
John Kennedy's punk-ass slayers

The Man Whose Head diminished
Surely saw and the poor
I have to say take it easy man when your head expands
Sounds like hick wap, huh?
Sounds like mid-20s crap, huh?

[q: are any of the "hick wap"s, "hitler"s?]


 WINGS 


Day by day the moon gains on me  [the new day dawns?]
Day by day the moon gains on me

Purchased a pair of flabby wings.
I took to do some hovering.
There is a list of incorrect things.

Hovered near there outside the study.
An academic kneaded his chin.
Set in the dust of some cheap magazines
This academic rust, could not burn them off

I recruited some gremlins
to get the clear of the airline routes
Pick them off with stiffing from my wings
They had some fun with those cheapo airline snobs

There's something lost, maybe hit a timelock          [stuffing lost?]
I ended up in the 1860s.
I've been there for 125 years.
A small alteration of the past can turn time into space.

I ended up on the Aldricht Bridge.
With some veterans from the US 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[b]lock.

But when I got back
The place I made the purchase no longer exists
They had erased it under the bridge       [I lie wasted under the bridge?][I
lay wasted under the bridge]

Day by day the moon gains on me
By suspicion the moon gains on me

So now I sleep under chairs.
I'm hiding away from those kids.
The wings rot and feather under me. [rotten feather]
The wings rot and fall right under me
A small alteration of the past could turn time into space
The small touches can alter more than a mere decade.

Wings.


 MARQUIS CHA-CHA 


He can never go home
He can never go home

Stranded in South America
Nothing to go home for
Just another Brit in the bar
Hernandez Fiendish comes over to me
Offers a job as broadcaster
That's how I came to be

Marquis Cha Cha
He can never go home
But is O.K. by him
The generals have many enemies
And them I single out
What does it concern about me?
Good riddance to my native country
It never did a thing for me
Its a better life here
And I am not a traitor

Marquis Cha Cha
He can never go home
Now here is his show

Hey you people over there
And those in sea and air
It has been theirs for years
It is a good life here
Football and beer much superior
Gringo gets cheap servant staff
Low tax and a dusky wife

Intelligentsia
Although your radio has been jammed
I heard talk about by chance
You educated kids know what you're on about
You've been oppressed for years
I hear Rosso-Rosso over there
And you have cha-cha clubs
You should hear the rosso-rosso stuff
I understand yuh

I'm from a town called
Mmmm
Marquis Cha Cha
He can never go home
He can never go home

One point is made here
The scourge of rosso-rosso
So what if I do propaganda?
After a few steins I feel better
But that broken down fan
They never fix it, them dumb Latins
There's a bayonet beside my head
There's a guard in the annex
Marquis Cha Cha
He never did go home


 TOTALLY WIRED


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 unveiled me.
The opposite applies.
The morning light
Another fresh fight
Another round
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 [scrambled]
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.


 WINTER            


Entrances uncovered
Street signs you never saw
Entrances delivered
Courtesy winter

Entrances uncovered
Street signs you never saw
You've got Manny in the library
Working off a hangover 3.30
You get the spleen at 3.15            [you get to sleep?]
But it's 3.30

The mad kid walked the left side, towards me.
His mother was a cleaning lady.  She had a large black dog.
And this day, on the road, the mad kid said to his mother
"Give me the lead, give me the lead, give me the lead!"
I just walked past, I just walked past the alcoholics dry-out unit
And the can of the lawn was littered with cans of barbican.
That's an alcohol-free lager.
Well, anyway, there was a feminist Austin maxi
parked outside, with anti-nicotine anti-nuclear crap on the side

Well anyway I digress, the mad kid, two days before, had said to me
"Look boy, I'll take both of you on, I'll take both of you on."
He had just got back from the backwards kids' party.
He had a black duffle-coat, and a black party archbishops hat
with three bars for a skull-and-crossbones.
And this day he looked like the victim of a pogrom.

Entrances uncovered
Street signs you never saw
Entrances delivered
Courtesy winter
Courtesy winter

Please take this medallion
Please wear this medallion
There's no sign of a cross here
Grab your coat and put it on
Courtesy winter
Courtesy winter
Two white doves in the sky
Look like krakens at stork times
That little......makes me tremble
Ah!  Courtesy winter

The mad kid had 4.75 lights.
And the sign of genius is 4 lights.
Now most of us have 3 lights.
Except some slates who have 2 lights.
And there's one exception,
There's 1 light.
And that is the science law.

Courtesy winter
Courtesy winter

Got it all wrong for me
And it's a fallacy
and it does not stand up
It is the one science law
And is the statement of greats

Winter
Courtesy winter

Entrances uncovered
Street sighs you never saw
All entrances delivered
Courtesy winter



 JAWBONE AND THE AIR-RIFLE 


The rabbit killer left his home for the club [clough?]
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  [for?]
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 fuck
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 marrowbone 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 
 ICELAND 


Up late with a steel object
Was afraid
And I did not feel for my compatriots
Hated even the core of myself
Not a matter of ill health
It was fear of weakness deep in core of myself
That fact or taint was out on it
What generations
What emulations
To be humbled in Iceland
Sing a legend, sing of destruction
Witness the last of the god-men
Hereabout?

Cast the runes against your own soul

There is not much more time to go
Work fifteen hours for the good of the soul
And be humbled in Iceland

Sit in the gold room
Fall down flat in the cafe aisle
Without a glance from the clientele
Good coffee, black as well,
Head blonde as hell
Cast the runes against your own soul
Be humbled in Iceland

And the spout of the volcano
Is thick and impatient
Like the people around it.
See a green goblin redhead, redhead
Make a grab for the book of prayers.
Do anything for a bit of attention
Get humbled in Iceland
What the goddamn fuck is it?
Amid the pipes and aluminium
A Memorex for the Krakens
Induces the context
And casts the runes against the Celt soul
And humbles in Iceland



 SOLICITOR IN STUDIO 


Young dicks make TV
Get 'em away from me
Young dicks make TV
Loads of hair-style ideals
Here's the other end of the tale
Here's the other end of the scale

Law expert makes studio
He had waited so long
Patrick More got a manifesto
He learned the words
Vid king and spontaneous
He learned the words
Analysis and through video

Solicitor in studio
If he got it right
Could be a celebrity
Like M. Pike

Scientists and their bloody childish reading habits
Scientists and their bloody childish reading habits

But solicitor in studio
Soon ran into trouble

>From the start, trouble with mike
Noises and high pitched wines
Aggressive interviewer much too fast
Then up came Beaumont Dark
Ripped his argument to shreds

Solicitor in studio
Who ran into trouble

He inadvertently proved the point
That his profession was rot

Shh Shh Shh

Solicitor in studio
Who soon ran into trouble


 HIP PRIEST 


He's not appreciated.
He's not appreciated.
He's not appreciated.

Drink the 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 chips.

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 the long draught, Dan,
for the Hip Priest



 LIE DREAM OF A CASINO SOUL          [f]


Well, I didn't eat the weekend
But I put the weight back on again
And our kid got back from Munich
He didn't like it much
Has a psyche that hadn't been synthesized
Just like machines
It's getting like that here now
It just goes to show

I got no nerves left Monday morning
And I think I'll cut my dick off
The trouble it got me in
Went home to my slum canyon
On my way I looked up
I saw 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
Executing the mind controllers
I drive right through the gates
Sucked in my roll tops

And I guess this just goes to show
The lie dream of the casino soul

I'm a Mick Jaggar right now
In a tongue-tied, wired state
Cause Sunday morning dancing
I had an awake dream
I was in the supervision dept.
Of a bigtown store
Security floors one to four
They had cameras in the clothes dummies.
A man came up to them
He wanted sex in the dummies eyes
Then came up the cry:
"Security, mobilize!"
Meanwhile in the sticks
Proles wretch, dance in cardboard pants [Proles rich...?]
And I guess this goes to show
The lie dream of a casino souls scene

[q: book says proles wretch but it sounds like proles rich don't it?]


 ROOM TO LIVE                  [f]


Some people have stars in eyes
Some people want eyes of 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 only join the club
because it's the only place that 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
Theres a D.H.S.S. Volvo estate
Right outside my door
With a Moody Blues cassette on the dashboard
Theres 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



 HARD LIFE IN THE COUNTRY 


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
Port-a-loos
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

 FORTRESS 


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


WIGAN SOUL POEM                     [f]

North soul boy flunked music college
Northwest boy instrument was compulsory
Wigan soul boy is up on rare disk knowledge
Married soul man is a reformed character
Shadow of the man
It must have been the grammes
Known as a mouse now
And always asks the time
Still a soul boy and hates the Midnight Runners
To this boy Wigan Oration is kid's stuff
He's not a rough boy, but buanned from every pub
Was a piss-up freak till he lost his nerve
You can't give all to soul and never get it back
Catch the bus boy
And run to your wife
And run to your wife

[ed.: this song was never recorded]



 CLASSICAL 


There is no culture in my brag
Your taste for bullshit reveals a lust for home or office
This is the home of the vain
This is the home of the vain
Where are the obligatory niggers?
Hey there fuckface
Hey there fuckface
There are twelve people in the world
The rest are paste
This is the home of the vain
This is the home of the vain
I just left the Hotel Amnesia
I had to go there
Where it is I can't remember
But now I can remember, now I can remember
Hafta!  Hafta!
Message for yuh
Message for yuh
Too much reliance on girl here
On girls here
Behind every shell-actor
Snobbier Snobbier
Too much romantics here
I destroy romantics, actors
Kill it
Kill it
Kill it!
Kill it!
Kill it!
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 yuh
Message for yuh
The Classical
Poleax
One of the millennium of conspiracy
Forever

I know it means a lot of stomach gas
I know it means a lot of stomach gas
I've never felt better in my life
I've never felt better in my life
Poleax
The Classical
Stomach gas
I've never felt better in my life
Poleax
Millennium of conspiracy
Play out Classical
I've never felt better in my life
Better in my life


 MERE PSUED MAG ED 


His heart organ was where it should be
His brain was in his arse
His hand was well out of his pocket
His psyche is in the hearth [earth?]

Has a snare which was weird
Some time ago heard Kraftwerk in '81
Has a WASP synthesizer

Real male makeup as well
Sophisticate
Whose synthesizer didn't get far
In computer teaching job
His dream girl sings adverts for Renoir perfume
A fancied wit that's mere imitation of D. Bowie
in  "Man Who Fell to Earth"

Whose causes and rags were pheonix-like
They were vaudevillian-like
They were comfort blanket-type
Pogo in fact
Gogo in fact [Godot?]
Toto in fact

He had a weak pisser
And one night at darts match
Decadent matchup quaff
He showed he was a big fan of double-entendre
Saw "Man Who Fell to Earth" "History of the World"
"Man Who Fell to Earth" "History of the World, Part One"
twice each at least twice each at least twice each

Mere psued mag editor's father

[q: the 'in facts' penultimate verses]



 GARDEN 


The first god has in his garden
>From the back looked like a household pet
But when it was twirled around was revealed to be
A three legged black grey hog
See what flows from his mushy pen

Garden garden

That person is films on TV
Five years back at least
He's the "Young Generation" dancing troop
Trying to perform country and western
Do a dance here

Never since birth, not eaten in a day
Never since courtship, stayed up some nights
He has a kingdom of evil book
Under a German history book
He was contrived like that
See what flows from his slushy pen

Garden garden
Small location on huge continent
Sodomized by presumption
Couldn't trade a past, revealed at last

Godzone godzone
Godzone godzone

It can be arranged
This entails explosive charges lent to me by a good sailor from Furrow
To be wired up under every windowsill in close proximity to my age
When fellows lead and are inconvenient to these
I just depress the tablelamp light next to my bed
And they blow up
His ferry stopped at pool port
Revealed to be a spoilt slate with largesse resource
Wild Bill hick shaves and charts at last
Made the second god sad
He's coming up
His routine number four, it's a bit posh
Let's establish the porridge
The second God
While Wild Bill hick shaves charts at last

Shotgun shotgun shotgun
Shotgun shotgun
Best guns at the time

The second god led by the fountains that flowed
By the blue shiny lit roads
Had forgot what tried to grasp
He knew the evil on the phone
He knew the evil on the phone
The bells stopped on Sunday when he rose
The bells stopped Sunday when he rose
He's here!
He's here!
At last I saw him on the second floor
Up on the brown baize
Lift shaft
He's here!
He's here!
At last!
I saw him I swear
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike


 HOTEL BLOEDEL           [f]


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


 DISNEY'S DREAM DEBASED 


The day the dream became debased [rat's face?]
There was blood on the ground
Blood on the sand
Blood all around
Check to the right of your bright murdered [corpse]
The day the dream debased [its way] home
And the people that mill to those gentleman rails
Everything stops

The dress [nurse?] has came off
Our face is pale
And there was no doubt at all
No two ways about it
Walter Disney's dream debased

The gentleman mouse confronts my wife
And she told him what
And she told him what had gone down
The guy didn't know on his trip to the show
People had gained mouth of their rights

Dream

And though me and Mickey, Brer and Pluto
Secretly pulling it off
And there was no doubt at all
No two ways about it
Was the day Disney's dream debased

Disney's

The blast is on Western Union
And the day's
The dream of innocence meets her fate
Far away from [revelation] and the city haze
The day
The day
The day


When there was no doubt at all
No maybe about it
It was the day the dream debased

Disney's

I remember the clone
In back of my mind
The tune [dream?] that I wrote
A fallen dream
In answer to
The creator of Bat Man's [a bad man's?] thoughts

So there was no doubt at all
No two ways about it
It was the day the dream debased

[q: lines very iffy.  please help!]


 C.R.E.E.P.        [f]


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 prescence, 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!


 BOMBAST 


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.
Don't sit there menace.
Realize the importence; go on be cognizant.
That the government 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!



 SPOILT VICTORIAN CHILD              [f]


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 aquaduct 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



 THE GUT OF THE QUANTIFIER 


I'm telling you now and I'm telling you this
Life can be [onward arrow]
Shit
I'm a singer really thick
And all the groups who hit it big
Make the Kane Gang look like
an Einstein chip
Shit
NYC
Shit
A place to live
Shit
This is the cool group.
I'm telling you now and I'm telling you this.

Shawn and the Chewer with camera
These are you wedding pictures
They are black
Love is black
Stick it in the gut
Stick in the mud.

They take from the medium poor to
give to the needy poor
It's the government part
Give it to the poor poor
They're knocking on my door
Entranced

Stick it in the gut
Stick in the mud

Cheap art
Cheap art
Cheap [crossfires]
Scab-belt
Stick it in the gut

They are the riff makers
Who are they really?
How old are the stars really?
Half-wit philanthropist, filthy charity gig
They come to see this
They stick it
They stick it in the gut
Cheap art
Wanting scab-belts

Stick it in the gut
Stay in the mud
They take it from the middle part
They stick it to the middle part
Here's the government's part
And give it to the poor poor
Stick it in the gut
What job is this?
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 dour pile of shit.

[q: Many of these lines are total guesses.  Please help!]

 TO NKROACHMENT: YARBLES 


Everyday you have to die some
Everyday you have to cry some
For the rumor [..xxxxx]
All the good times are past and gone
Found  [xxxxxx?]
Wipe the tears from your eyes some
Everyday you have to die some



 HIT THE NORTH! 


Hit the North!

Life's like a sin
Hasty
On car phone guaranteed
Computers and faster hotels
Cops can't catch criminals
They're one ahead
They're not too bad
They taught the mob
They just Hit the North

Manacles of absurdity
Manacles of servility
Hit the North
All the state agents lie down nights
With hysterical breath
Let's build the lights
So they look so pretty
Those big big big wide streets
Sluts
MP's
Sad motels
Hit the North

>From the back door , "Hi psyche"
Reflector mirror of delirium
East End and Victoria's Line
Induced to tell
Mysterious story comes forth
Hit the North


 CRUISER'S CREEK 

Lyric to Cruisers Creek, version from the Single (BEG 150)

What really went on there?
we only have this excerpt:

There's a party going down around here
Cruisers Creek yea
Watch the shirt-tails flapping in the wind
sidewalk running
 See[n] the people hold ya from the back
[pat boulders tiltin']
There's a party going down around here
Cruisers Creek now

uh Cruisers Creek yea (5x)

[There are (n)ice] green bubbles in my mouth  [ice cream bubbles]
from what I'[d/ve] taken
There's a party going around
'round the world
Cruisers Creek now
And [--] the ankle
Cruisers Creek yea
Cruisers Creek now
Uh Cruisers Creek

Uh Cruisers Creek yea (3x)
 See the [stranger] twisting in the wind
[Crispix] turning
See the h-guns laughing in the wind
[Lolita] turning
Spent forty-five minutes last night
parallel creases pow!
There's a good [late] afternoon breeze
in the air now
We're from party
my bread is [--]
No more red [--]
Uh Cruisers Creek now
Uh Cruisers Creek yea

Uh Cruisers Creek
(rambling chorus by Brix et al)

 There's a party going on around here
Freedom street yah
   carved on chest
cruiser's creek
Great sex behind steel cabinets
What i'm yearning
engines running
   cruiser's creek

there's a lid   on a cigarette
stamp it out before too late
to the sidewalk

There's a party going down around here
Cruisers Creek now

Watch the shirt-tails flapping in the wind
sidewalk running
See[n] the people hold ya from the back
[pat boulders tiltin']
There's a party going down around here
Cruisers Creek now
Uh Cruisers Creek yea
Uh Cruisers Creek uh-huh

knocked you out!
[--]
[--]
Cruisers Creek!




 HEY LUCIANI! 


I said Hey Luciani
The future's here today
I said Hey Luciani
A pope for three brief days

They made out you were are an ultranaut
And had no time for your Christianity
Compared with your life full of treachery
And the future's here today
The future's here to stay
Luciani

I said Hey Luciani
Jesus has gone away
I said Hey Luciani
Take your church back and stay

They said you were of peasant stock
And one day the courier murdered you
Your old antics are through
And all that grew too plain   [And all the good to pay ?]
The proper bishop's graze     [The proper bishop's grave?]
Exit the church of poverty
Exit the church of pain
The future's here today
The future's here to stay
Luciani
I said hey

I said Hey Luciani
A pop star in your cell
I said Hey Luciani
A Polish son of hell

You were the first John Paul I
How is it your Christianity is gone?
Can you see it from your grave?
It's useless to go on up
The [grass] holy Grail
Imitation for sale
The future's here today
Luciani

And all the towels are black
On inquisition rack
The future's here today
The future's here to stay
Luciani


 TERRY WAITE SEZ 


Terry Waite Sez
Terry Waite Sez
Terry Waite Sez
Give us a ring, gave us a ring
Mister Big
Sounding sour and frustrated
With the pressure of his own life.

Terry Waite Sez
Terry Waite Sez
There are trees, painted white doves
Send us something
Send us something
50 [blocks] at the hill provincial [parks]
Let the real reverend walk

He plans but they won't let him in

Terry Waite Sez
Terry Waite!


 SHOULDER PADS 1# 


[All these fads]
It's shoulder pads

On New Year's Dawn  [gone?]
 To my surprise
All the [macalacks] stayed home
Thinking and teaching [closes]

Clothes flecked with green bits [reflect?]
Name on the cover, my stub toes.

My powers
Have been spent half-useless
My senses
alive at party [alike half-parted?]

Was embarrassed but stood with them
Walked past shoulder pads

Couldn't tell Lou Reed from the mule
Suppressed big romance

It was like being back at school

My powers [mumble]
My powers [mumble]

Win populace internal defeat
Grandma had a coup d'etat
Realize what they'd always wanted
Knew I was right all along
It wasn't then a Beatles song
Superhero and harlequin cats
Dim-wit lecture, half read
Kissing black singers ten years dead  [This is my single, ten years dead?]

Was
Clowned and spawned
Bitter man
Shoulder pads
Then my powers did return



 OSWALD DEFENSE LAWYER 


How could he cope with a flash in my past?
Through my vid-phone amp I have to tap [videophone amp?]
I relate the track
Oswald Defense Lawyer

Oswald Defense Lawyer
Embraces the struck corpse of the Mark Twain
Oswald Defense Lawyer

How do you think that jury made up of guilt-trip mass
Embraced the theory of triangle bullet lines
Turning in circles twice,
Then incredible, marvelous, exiting back of mind?
And Oswald's Defense Lawyer
Embraces struck corpse of Mark Twain
Oswald Defense Lawyer
Embraces struck corpse of Walt Whitman
Oswald Defense Lawyer
Embraces the struck corpse of Mark Twain

[Decent lawyer] fishes in boxskin hat
Raccoons around the neck embarking mad
When he sees CIA shit flying over head fast
Goody goody [luck] stuff
Cloudless sky enhancing theory of zig-zag bulletline
Oswald Defense Lawyer
Embraces the struck corpse of the Mark Twain

He's liberal and insane,
caught between his horse
His opposite is vain
The cardboard fake in the witness stand
Has got an interview in Spin magazine
He loves the magazine
His mouth is in his brain
The prosecution lawyer
Turns south to fart
Oswald Defense Lawyer


Oswald Defense Lawyer
Embraces the struck corpse of Walt Whitman
Cheap rightful photo touched up
Drawn on sky
Oswald's head and army colored tie
While Oswald Defense Lawyer
Embraces the struck corpse of Mark Twain


 DOG IS LIFE/ JERUSALEM 


You don't see rabbits being walked down the street
And you don't see many cats on leads
Dogs pet dogs dogs with [papists]
Wet dogs owner of dogs slow-witted dog owner
[??????]
Saving fare for tunneled Europe
Dream of civil liberation for dogs
Society secret society inevitable nightmare
Outdread dog pet dogs street bullshit
Dogshit baby bit asslick dog mirror
Dead [silence] shocked and jets out by [God]
Big two chest proper dog
Black car sends East German refugee back switch crap pathetic
Of earth-like lousy dog rolemodel for infidel doghouse continent
Most citadel burnt eye mirror hypnotic school slave of the learn
Lost from dog outcassed [by] nervous delicate dog on grass and over
He cracks lightrod indiscrepant nulling dog lover
Dog pet dog come home come home
And we'll call shit to ya
Dog the pet's pet owner blistered hanging there death dog
Plato of the human example and copier dogmaster pet mourner
Dog is life

And did those feet in ancient times,
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God,
On England's pleasant pastures seen?

And did the Countenance Divine,
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here,
Among these dark Satanic Mills?

Jerusalem

It was the fault of the government
I was walking down the street
When I tripped up on a discarded banana skin
And on my way down I caught the side of my head
On a protruding brick chip
It was the government's fault
It was the fault of the government
I was very let down
>From the budget I was expecting a one million quid handout
I was very disappointed
It was the government's fault
It was the fault of the government

Jerusalem

Bring me Bow of burning gold:
Bring me Arrows of desire:
Bring me Spear: O clouds unfold!
Bring me my Chariot of fire!

I will not cease from Mental Fight,
Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand:
Till we have built Jerusalem,
In Englands green and pleasant Land.

[Note: The poem (sans Dog is Life and It was the Fault of the Government) is
Blake's dedicatory quatrains from "Milton" published in 1804.  Renamed as
"Jerusalem" it became a famous church hymn.  Ed.]


 YES O YES


Yes, stretch
the garden you reject
makes out the best
Idiots, disgusting
Pheonix burns and ashes
Stretch
An order from the plant
that cannot be extinguished
Angelic devil

Yes O Yes

(And that's what you get
when you join the M. Clark School of Soccer Coaching School:

Enraged and enflamed with torment.)



 HILLARY  


Hillary
Where's the sixty quid you borrowed off me
For it I guess I will give you a kiss
Hillary
Hey Hillary

Your face is on Saturday at six
Brought you back to me

Hillary

I'm sure it was you in the new RD
Outside Sainsbury's

Hillary

Remember when you needed three caps of speed
To get out of bed
And now your on ecstasy

Hillary

With your daft African pop
And that wine you call bull's blood

Hillary

I thank the lord that you still don't live next to me

Hillary


 BILL IS DEAD 


Last week after "Dynasty"
I had crows feet under my eyes
Here's to days for getting high

Freezing
Wheezing
Got pasted at a bar
I hope I got the number

These are finest times of my life
This is the greatest time of my life
This is the greatest time of my life
These are the biggest times of my life

But just lately seeing you
I rise a.m. of 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 are the greatest times of my life


 AND THEREIN... 


You know by now the Lord lays hard trails
When you see that man outside in the bucket and rain (?)
You picture it in your cozy home.

You think you've blown a fuse,
Don't know how to react
You don't know where it's at.

And therein lies the difference, and therein.... (x3)

They always say it comes in three and fours
And that it never rains, it just pours...

You think it's your fault
And you curse the moon
You go to the saloon

And therein lies the difference, and therein... (x3)

He turned the water into wine
And he insisted that we eat swine

And that's the sum of it
Why don't you come to grips?
Just take or leave it.

And therein lies the difference, and therein...


 PITTSVILLE DIREKT 


No current is wasted
Where it wants to go
Some are only happy
In the throws
Of bitter arguments
Ready and at
To ride them by train ride
By plane ride
Or from the insides

I can't deal with Pittsville Direkt
I don't wanna go to Pittsville Direkt
No no no Pittsville Direkt
Yes yes yes Pittsville Direkt

Stepped off the train platform
Crushed cig and cup
It's the English regulation state
Bordered and gates
Plane rides

I can't deal with Pittsville Direkt
I don't wanna trip to Pittsville Direkt
No love lost in Pittsville Direkt

And meanwhile
>From New York to Skegness
But don't ask your telephone cell

I don't wanna go to Pittsville Direckt
No no no no Pittsville Direkt
Please don't please Pittsville Direkt
Many a jest Pittsville Direkt

By planeride
By trainride
What are they doing to go on 30 Park West?
Why have they got those masks on?

I wanna exist Pittsville Direkt
I'm correct about Pittsville Direkt
The cigar end of Pittsville Direkt
With airy scaring dose

Ride out to where the planet's spawn
Drive carefully mother to be of wars

Boarding now for Pittsville Direkt

 TALK A LOT OF WIND 


Desperate for entertainment
I turn my TV on
There's people jumping up and down
Then they have the panel on
And they talk a lot of wind
They talk a lot of wind

Then they have the weatherman on
He used to teach all our friends
He talked a lot of wind
He talks a lot about the wind

Then they have Carl Lewis on
He's got a ponytail and he's a vegan
He talks a lot of wind
He taks a lot about the wind

I turn the tragic "Lantern" on
It's a programme good morning
It's a lot of wind
They talk a lot about the wind

I'm real sick and  in distress
I got octagonals in my alleys
>From watching all the wind
I get horrible horrible horrible dreams
So I rang the TV land and get a lot of wind
They talk a lot of wind

You see them in the cafes
You see them in the shops
You see them on the kids
Programmed!
And they talk a lot of wind

All the boredom in my bones
>From watching a lot of wind
They talk a lot about the wind
They talk a lot about the wind

I gotta forget about the wind
Has a lot of nerve
To talk a lot about the wind

There's a roly-poly roly-poly man
He's got a yak haircut
They talk a lot about the wind

 IDIOT JOY SHOWLAND 


Idiot groups with no shape or form
Out of their heads on a quid of blow
The shapeless "cacks" flapping on the storm  [kecks?]
Looking what they are a pack of worms

Idiot Joy Showland

The nylon leaves are falling
>From the twisted shell of your cranium
Your mystic drugs sins cannot hide  [mystic jump suits, drop suits?]
Your competitive plagiarism

Idiot Joy Showland

Freddie and the Dreamers come on up
Hey you imitators come on up
Hey little singer come on up
Show us your house
Show us your car [cock?]
The working class has been shafted
So what the fuck you sneering at?
Your prerogative in life it seems
Is driven out AN ad man's dream

Idiot Joy Showland

California has Disneyland
And Blackpool has a farm land
And Flanders had no man's land
This place is show bands

Idiot Joy Showland

And now microcosms come and go
And it's amazing what they show
Your sportsman's tears are laudenum [below the norm]
Idiot Joy Showland

The locusts are all queueing in
For Idiot Joy Showland
Idiot Joy

[fw]
COPPED IT

Said I ain't no millionaire
But I spend more money than you've ever seen
Gonna change that scene one day
That's what you're supposed to say
Hey hey hey hey

Can't get far in land of all those frogs
Can't get far in home of popular hoax
And you don't last long on a diet of tea and [vitamins]

Hey hey hey
And I'm singing the song cause I copped it baby
I steal what I have

Faces compressions
Bring detractors
It makes them
The going attraction
Cause the low ideas transposed
You sound very backward
It's the past
Tomorrow

Sing, sing a song
I'm singing the song cause I copped it baby

Don't last long
With your guts behind you
What a mob
Just rough boot lickers
And you can't hang on the cuff of him and [God]

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 you
And I know I'm not the only one in the world.

Electric drill is the way that you do it


 SO WHAT ABOUT IT? 


Fall at last!
Fall at last!
Fall at last!
Fall at last!

The man on the lawn has gone out of town
It's your fault
The TV was all bugged out
But it happens

Fall at last!

Shaking my bones down the M14
Passenger seat gripped tight
And seriously
I cannot sleep
I'm happy
I cannot eat
So what about it?

It happens
It happens
It happens
Fall at last!

The works down the drain
And angels never blame
So what about it?

Fall at last!
Let's get wrecked
So my bones are alive
So my aren't depressed
So what about it?
Fall at last!
Two parties on the ground
You're driving around the lake districts
You're stepping around
It doesn't matter to me
Cause it happens
It's magic
So what about it?



 EDINBURGH MAN 


It's springtime but I still miss the streets at dawn
And in the morning walking your bridges home
As I sit and stare at all of England's souls
I tell you something
I wish I was in Edinburgh

I don't mind being by myself
Don't wanta be anywhere else
Just wanna be in Edinburgh
I wish I was an Edinburgh man

You can leave me on the shelf
I'm an Edinburgh man myself
I will always give you health  [hell?, help?]

It's summertime but I still miss your skies so clear
Sitting and staring on a beach somewhere
I'll tell you something
I wish I was in Edinburgh

Don't give a toss about private wealth [it to us?]
And history just repeats itself
Keep me away from the Festival
And just give me a warm quart of gin

They say you project yourself
But I'm an Edinburgh man myself

It's wintertime and i still see the cobble stones
Clacking over your streets at dawn
I was really poor since I left Edinburgh

I'm OK just by myself
Cause our miserable king won't protect us from ourselves
How I wish I was in Edinburgh
How I wish I was in Edinburgh

I was always in good health
I'm an Edinburgh man myself
I will always give you hell
I'm an Edinburgh man myself


 ROSE 


The scarecrow's damned
I hope you are all right
I am all right
There's a little monk adjunct
I have no kip that is
Rose
Rose

I hear you are in Hamstead
I hope you can get married
Rose
Rose

Hear that wah-wah going?
Remember you started it
Freckles
Rose

It is now all the rage
With the younger set
Your replacement
He is a good man Rose?
Rose

I've got a good woman
Sometimes
Rose
Rose
Rose

 THE BOOK OF LIES 


Keep reading me the Book of Lies
Keep reading me the Book of Lies

And you keep giving me
And you keep ridding me
Of the Book of Lies
The Book of Lies
You keep telling me the Book of Lies
Book of Lies

I don't love what I'm doing to you
You don't love what you're doing to me
So please 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

 WAR AGAINST INTELLIGENCE 


War Against Intelligence
War Against Intelligence
Notebooks out plagiarists
War Against Intelligence

War Against Intelligence
They got a lot of debris yesterday
They stuck it out with the golden horns
And pull them till it hurts
War Against Intelligence

Hey Jude!
Where did you get throught to the other side?
Hey Jude!
Give the info
The rest of your usual line?
Fancy it with your data face in a corner
You are such a bloody ghoul
You think your haircut is distinguished
Well it's a blot on the English landscape

Hey Jude!
Get your little bones right outta here!
Jude!
This is beyond your capability
Hey kids!
You gonna leave your mental shorted out
Hey you were never an original stance
You were just a part of the war against intelligence
War Against Intelligence
War Against Intelligence
Hey Jude!


 SO CALLED DANGEROUS

Think.
Like mountain climbing
or skiing in the alps
Think of it.
I don't.

It was a big fat
wet, the ugly pavement crack
called unsafe.

I thought:
Insect posse will be crushed.
That was a bit from Code Selfish.

There was not much going on
in the minds of the weak.
They were unprepared for
lighter kleptomaniacs,
so-called dangerous.

There is sad
and there is bad
And there is bad and sad.

Dangerous.

And the meak shall inherit the mirth.

They were big, panoramic
Same again
How can you have the same again?

Dangerous.



[is]
GLAM RACKET

Stop eating all that chocolates
Eat salad instead
Infact, you're a half-wit from somehere or other
Why don't you bog off back to Xanadu in Ireland

Glam Racket

Don't try to cheat me
I'm fragile
You hand around with camera crews in shell suits
You licked [liked? bring?] your own sweets
You read Viz comics

Glam Racket

You are bequethed in suede
You are entrenched in suede
Glam racket
You've got celluliod in your genes dad
You are Glam Racket
You've cut my income by one third
You are working on a video project
You hog the bathroom
And then put your hand in your pocket
Glam Racket

You're paging the [ ] in Spain
You can't read between the lines
You price cut down
You're one of the best songs I've ever heard by Steven King
Glam Racket
Bramstone
You Clearasil produces Richtofeon rashes
Sideboard like on mountains
Clearasil as in conjunction
Shadrach
The shock
You post out 60 page computer printouts
On the end of the forest
On the above will come back to you
And confirm you as a down passion
Glam Racket


[is]
FREE RANGE

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
Blood match  [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

Insect posse
will be crushed
Moravia, trouble
Moldavia
Europa
Every second third word
Europa
It pays to talk to no one.

Free Range.


[is]
SERVICE

Where do you have the cloud in your eye from infotainment?  [Why do you...
from?]

Walked downstairs
Grabbed my hat and corny brown leather jacket
Street [bloody] clean for a change
Must have been the rain
Thought transference
And this man endangered me with cut-out two or three teeth [   ] the floor

Winter is here and like yourself
Pull my shirt off
Service

Kick the leaves
Learning about time,
time of the wolverines
This is watching the leaves
Kick the brown branches, it is here
I get home and found I coundn't say the word "entrepeneur"
and my problem began
Service

And my feet were running laps   [under raps?]
And my head worn to the left  [leaned]
and nothing and I'm just in between
this day's portion
Service

Why you have tears in your eyes from infotainment?

Winter is here
I've got a twitch [witch?] on my left shoulder
My future's here
Now I will kick the broken branches
They're this days portion of this day's portion

Don't want to wake up and learn the word 'entrepeneur"
Wandered around, found out,
didin't want to say the word, rolled it around in your mouth

Every man jack wants to be what he is not.
Service.

Little boys are taking over
They muddle through the grass
There are not fit to be in the company of wolverines
Too many heads roaming about.
Service.

Why do you have a cloud in your eye from infotainment?

[is]
IT'S A CURSE

It's a curse
Well thy forsooth
Who is that interesting hack over there?
By god, verily
Cracked curse
disliked
burdened
It's a curse
And I am not unguilty of using it

"Your tone is....
You tone of everybody"

Trying to bolt out
Trying to get over
Operation mind fuck
"I do not like your tone.
It has ephemeral ranging aspects."
It's a curse. I am not unguilty of using it.

Waiting for you....
Trying to get out.
They are waiting for you to fall over.
It's a curse.

Down their long egg breath
shaving lotion days
their sandwiches stashed under their side seats
their froglike chins
ready to burst
I tell you, it's a curse, it's a burden
Trying to get over bargain vampires

Hey chaps,
I tell you it's a curse
Look back boys.
Bach and Wagner
All you really need is a good [fart]
Bolting, invento and spangles
were always crap,
regardless of the look back, boys.

It's a curse.
Shaft it over.
Trying to bolt out of.
Waiting for you.

[is]
PARANOID MAN IN A CHEAP SHIT SUIT

Paranoid man
In mid 30s
in the height of paranoia
at the center [senate?]  of his powers
By bed, replica shooter
center dissolving
by his bed replics shooeter
in the center of his powers

when girls pass, puts his head down, in in the street
His neighbors now are listening to this
Shakes in the chemist's
What bang is this?
Put his head down
when girls pass in the street
Shakes in the chemist
Paranoid man in his late 30s
32, 45
[   ] and summons
male, mid 30s, white, paranoia

Goes down to the danse
Going down fast.

He hebies, kreepies
or hallucinegenics
It's the height of paranoia
Male, white, mid-to-late 30s
Serial Number 54129
Going down to the danse
Going down fast
Leather jacket, baggy black pants
Very clever
Not as good as it was at 2:30
this afternoon
Nostalgia
Spangles
Late to mid 30s

Goes down to the danse
and truth's mental inertia
Mid 30s man in the grip of paranoia
Just like I told ya
Third carioca.
Cheap shit actor man
The sky calender,
bar, home,
speculates.



 PSYCHO-MAFIA 


Spit on the streets
Don't hesitate
Another show
Or was it shows

Another love [?]
>From the Psycho-Mafia
Another love
Psycho-Mafia

Don't sell it at the shows
No rock in the clubs
Or was it a pub
And the city joes

Another love
>From the Psycho-Mafia
Another love
Psycho-Mafia

Psycho-Mafia
Psycho-Mafia
Joe Mafia

Spit in the streets
Don't hesitate.
I wish I had ran
from that razor again

Put up on drugs
Psycho-Mafia
Another love
Psycho-Mafia

[q: Another love?]

 ROWCHE RUMBLE 


Rowche Rumble
Rowche Rumble
It's valium
Valium

That's rumble

There's thousands of wives around the world
Given narcotics to feed their little girls
Don't need a prescription
Just need a purse
Rowche Rumble

I met a poor wife that was hard to handle
They put you all along, dope gamble
Dope addict
especially smashed on Rowche Rumble
Rowche Rumble

Our government's built an expense account
Once in, never out
A step to Rowche
A force feeding
While the people around are mutating
Rowche Rumble

Now I've tried crazy things
I'm losing my body to a great end
But I'll never never never do it again
I said I'll never never never do it again
Rowche Rumble

And lots of people across the land
I know are prescribed death's hand
For a well-torn [smash?], a [smoke?] of grass
The got addiction like a hole in the ass

Rowche Rumble

Now listen to me pals and girls
who are so like me
Pharmacuetical Company has rosy cheeks
On a lorry arriving on the next day handing out Swiss potions
Give a hand
What is the fear for?
Whose do you think your body is?
Rowche Rumble
It's valium
That's rumble



 BINGO-MASTER'S BREAKOUT 


Two swans in front of his eyes
Colored balls in front of his eyes
It's number one for Kelly's eyes
It's treble six right over his eyes

A big shot voice in his ears
Worlds of silence in his ears
All the numbers he counted for years
Checks the cards through eyes of tears

Bingo-Master's Breakout!

All he sees is the back of chairs
In the mirror, a lack of hairs
A lighted room, check them out
Here the players all shout

Bingo-Master's Breakout!

A glass of lager in his hand
Silver microphone in his hand
Wasting time
Nothing's gone right
Bad hair jobs and faces bright

Bingo-Master's Breakout!

Then came the time he flipped his lid
Holiday his mind fell through
Players put it down to

Bingo-Master's Breakout

A hall-full of cards left unfilled
He ended his life with wine and pills
There's a grave somewhere only partly built filled
A sign in graveyard on a hill says

Bingo-Master's Breakout

 FIERY JACK 


My face is slack
And kidneys burned
And the small of my back
Will never learn
Well I'm not going back
To the slow life
Because every step is a drag
And peace is a kite
Of materials you never catch
Come up for a snatch
Up from hell
Once in a while

Cause I am Jack
>From a burning ring
My face is slack
And I think think think

I just think think think
Too fast to write
Too fast to work
Just burn burn burn

I sat and drank
While my dreams decay
I'm 45
Cause I am Jack
>From a burning ring
And my face is slack
And I think think think
I just drink drink drink
Too fast to write
Too fast to work
I just burn burn burn

I eat hot dogs
I live on pies
I'm 45
Cause I am Jack
And I think think think
Just think think think
Too fast to write
Too fast to work
Just burn burn burn

And put out left-wing tirades against the musical trade
I'm all for a trade
I say get this grenade
To the dead betrayed
Gonna eat this grenade

Cause I am Jack
Some man from the docks
They are smart
Their brains are half
They never end
Just follow drinks

But I am Jack
>From a burning ring
My face is slack
And I think think think
Just think think think
Too fast to write
Too fast to work
I just burn burn burn
I am Jack
And put out left-wing tirades against the musical trade
End all free trade
I said eat this grenade
I said eat this grenade
End all free trade
I said eat this grenade


 IN MY AREA 


The dwarf a platform built to improve his height [Jerome plays
pool to prove his hate
He played games with a losing life [People play games when they
lose at life
There's no sport that discussing turns your stomach flared
[There's not sport left.  You're supposed to touch your stomach,
flash
The madness in my area

I have seen the book of death    [I have seen declining tracks
I have seen the climbing tracks  [I have seen them put to bed
I have seen the madness in my area

Honest within time until I'm asked about it
Years cross-checked become a take
I remember with who I sat with keeping places looking back [I
rememember who I sat with, their stupid faces looking back
The madness in my area

I have seen the book of death
I have seen the climbing tracks
I have seen the madness in my area

Four of my friends become The Fall
Genuine white crap article [I recall?]
Their future cries of broken pain
A hideous victim's just end
the madness in my area

I have seen the book of death
I have seen the climbing tracks
I have seen the madness in my area

Hoardes are coming
[comic] Fools in full bloom
Look out you reincarnate too  [McCarthy reincarnates soon]
See the bones of the two-way faces
The beat generation
See the trails of   [traces of...]
The madness in my area

I have seen the book of death
I have seen the climbing tracks
I have seen the madness in my area

I have seen Burroughs, man
Tons of pain but it's not bad
I have seen the madness in my area
Madness in my empire
Madness in the writer
Madness in the broken fighter
Madness in the mirror


 SECOND DARK AGE


Fat corporous women
[have to turn] a glass house
And the Arabs have it made
All their women in veils, eyes glazed

Second Dark Age.  From the USA.
Return of the family.

And the communie crapheads sit and whine
While the commons nears my birthplace is now a police college

It's a second dark age.  "No starts monday or any other dead. The city is
dead. Plus [  ]"

I could join a great peace group
Explain it all away
Cause the cruise could take the world
and meet Ms. Fiorg and Benny.
"Hi I am Betty. Peace trance. No Czeslovak grups are barny fools"

I'm mediocre anti-Jew
And single people are screwed
in the Second Dark Age

I am Roman Totale, 17,
the bastard offspring
of cloud 1 and the great god Pan.



 ENTITLED


Hands up, I can't do that
Wait till tommorow
Pretense to think I'm odd
Not user friendly

When we go in a second
What does that mean to you?
You take her from the back
We're so respectable

Why are you always scrared
When I'm beside you?
I don't make passes from the back
Is it something usual?

Remember photograph
Preserve photograph
Drowned in plastic
You've got good reason to laugh

Stand up, I can't do that
Wait till tommorow
My reputation tatters
Where does that leave you?

I am entitled.


 GUEST INFORMANT 


Does that stink of analyst/Bastard stink of analyst
You'll never guess who called
and he was craig/gray and steel,
Its stool pidgeons da da da da
Guest informant, guest informant
Guest informant, guest informant
Hell the colonel to the cheap hotel, I supposedly,
A name counts the beds
I wipe the floors as well, Colonel Boggs MaRoley
Waltzes Michelle
And I count it all, I have not counted on
Guest Informant, guest informant
I've been split on, I've been touted on,
I had not counted on
And the morning Scotch, of another Sunday over
A miserable Scottish hotel, resembled a genesis of
Marillion, 1973 LP cover
All the hotel staff had been dismissed,
it was me, the hall and the O. A. P. asked
Could he turn killer caught, could I kill him
Bonded
Or is he itinerant
But I guess he's just a pug analyst
Guest informant, guest informant
Does that stink of analyst/Bastards stink of analyst
I could not comprehend, I could not understand
Who had not counted on, I had not counted all
Guest informant, guest informant
I've been split on my a first-rate moron
And I have been counted on, I'm not counted on
Guest informant, guest informant
Guest informant, guest informant
I've been let down, by a first-rate moron
And I could not comprehend who I'd counted on
Guest informant, guest informant
Does that stink of analyst/Bastards stink of analyst


 PINBALL MACHINE 


[], I drove a big truck
Shot the pinball machine, but it brought me bad luck.
If oceans was whiskey and I was a duck
I'd dive into in and never come up.
I wish they'd outlaw them old pinball machines
For weeks they have caused me to live on sardines.

Last time I called my wife on the phone,
The first thing she said was "John, can you come home?
I got a lot of [lodgers] and they've got to go."
I said "I'll see you when I get back from the depot."

She said "John, you know I love you, I wish you wouldn't go
Send your babies some money.  They're hungry and cold."
The last thing she said, and then she hung up, was
"John you gave up my loving to drive an old truck."

I made my trip up to the depot
I was gone two months cause I shut up my door (?)
When I got home my family was gone
The best friend I had was on my telephone.
He said "John, I guess you wonder 'bout your babies and wife...
Pneumonia got your babies and your wife took her life."
I've lost all my friends, can't sleep for bad dreams
About a battered old truck and a pinball machine.

I never will forget the last words that old man said:
"Oh Lord, if I could live my life over,"
And then he fell dead, the victim of an old truck.

He was a clean-cut young man, eight- or nineteen,
But now he's in his grave,
The victim of an old truck
And a pinball machine.


[1978]
REPETITION

Cos we dig
Cos we dig
We dig repetition
We've repetition in the music
And we're never gonna loose it

All you dogs and sods
who are sick of fancy music
We dig repetition
Repetition in the drums
and we're never going to lose it.

This is the three R's:
Repetition, Repetition, Repetition

Oh mental hospitals
Oh mental hospitals
They put electrodes in your brain
And you're never the same
You don't dig repetition
You don't love repetition

Repetition in the music and we're never going to loose it

President Carter loves repetition
Chairman Mao he dug repetition

Repetition in China
Repetition in America
Repetition in West Germany
Simultaneous suicide

We dig it, we dig it,
we dig it, we dig it

Repetition, repetition, repetition

There is no hesitation
This is your situation
Continue your blank generation
Blank generation
Same old blank generation
Grooving blank generation
Swinging blank generation


[1983]
NEW PURITAN

New Puritan [   ]
The grotesque peasants stalk the land
and deep down inside you know
everybody wants to like big companies.

Bands send tapes to famous apes
male slags, male slates
famous
The whole country is post grammar

Hail the new puritan!
Righteous fail swab
Crock one

And no hard core fiends will guide by me
[  ] decadent sins will reep discipline
New puritan.

This is the grim reeper
The snap [snack] at the end of the straw
with a high quid quota
You're star covered, Jim
New Puritan.

The conventional is not experimental
The experimental is now conventional
It's a dinasaur jackel
a terrdactoral
Alliance from the 2nd C
star in Hollywood boulevard
ha ha
stripping takes up in britan's black spots
the kind that turns black rasters. black pads.
this i've seen
new puritan

In britain they have electric pups
in a renovated pub.
Your stomach swells up before you get drunk
The bars are filled with male slags
At 10:35 they play "Send In The Clowns"

Why don't you ask your local record dealer
how many bribes he took today?
What do you mean?
What do you mean what do you mean?

And no hard core fiends will glide by me
And decadent sins will reep discipline
New puritan.


[1985]
COULDN'T GET AHEAD

Come on and put on the sharpest clothes
Everyone wants to know
When the next bus is
I said five or ten minutes
I have my change in my hands
The bus flashes past. My hands are cupped.

Couldn't get ahead. I just couldn't get ahead.

I a week earned money for a month
Got all my jobs done
My eyelids were sick of it
Just suppose I could sleep for a day
Fat girls have no respect for a decent man's rest
Living [flappin' ?] on the doorstep
Outlined, they call him red  [the column read] [outlined in color red?]

Couldn't get ahead. Just couldn't get ahead.

On an Asiatic plane with wings not of the grain
Tele que was endless   [Tele queue?]
Couldn't get a beer
The hostesses were muslim
When I get in toilet, light flushes. Return to seat.
I feel withdrawn. And I feared fear was making sludge of my head.

CGA.

Now my problems are solved
It's a remedy of old
I pretend I'm blind you see
Bought some Armani clothes   [Put on some...]
And act like ET
[Where I'm at] is a cabbage patch,
no longer strewn with weeds
I begin the envy
Colored man wish me well
no more, no get ahead.

CGA

[end of lyric parade]

NO X-MAS FOR JOHN QUAYS
REBELLIOUS  JUKEBOX
FUTURES AND  PASTS
VARIOUS TIMES
TWO STEPS BACK
LIVE AT THE WITCHTRIALS
FRIGHTENED
CRAP RAP/LIKE TO BLOW
PSYKICK DANCE HALL-Dragnet version              [f]
BEFORE THE MOON FALLS
SPECTRE VS. RECTOR  (Live at Acklam Hall version)
YOUR HEART OUT
THE ENGLISH SCHEME                  [f]
C N' C/STOP MITHERING     [f]
THE NWRA
SHIFTWORK
NEW FACE  IN HELL
IMPRESSION OF J TEMPERANCE
GRAMME FRIDAY
MIDDL MASS
FIT AND WORKING AGAIN
LEAVE THE CAPITAL       [f]
PROLE ART THREAT  [a]
KICKER CONSPIRACY
HOW I WROTE "ELASTIC MAN"
THE MAN WHOSE HEAD EXPANDED
WINGS
MARQUIS CHA-CHA
TOTALLY WIRED
WINTER
JAWBONE AND THE AIR-RIFLE
ICELAND
SOLICITOR IN STUDIO
HIP PRIEST
LIE DREAM OF A CASINO SOUL          [f]
ROOM TO LIVE                  [f]
HARD LIFE IN THE COUNTRY
FORTRESS
CLASSICAL
MERE PSUED MAG ED
GARDEN
HOTEL BLOEDEL           [f]
DISNEY'S DREAM DEBASED
C.R.E.E.P.        [f]
BOMBAST
SPOILT VICTORIAN CHILD              [f]
THE GUT OF THE QUANTIFIER
TO NKROACHMENT: YARBLES
HIT THE NORTH!
CRUISER'S CREEK
HEY LUCIANI!
TERRY WAITE SEZ
SHOULDER PADS 1#
OSWALD DEFENSE LAWYER
DOG IS LIFE/ JERUSALEM
YES O YES
HILLARY
BILL IS DEAD
AND THEREIN...
PITTSVILLE DIREKT
TALK A LOT OF WIND
IDIOT JOY SHOWLAND
SO WHAT ABOUT IT?
EDINBURGH MAN
ROSE
THE BOOK OF LIES
WAR AGAINST INTELLIGENCE
SO CALLED DANGEROUS
GLAM RACKET
FREE RANGE
SERVICE
IT'S A CURSE
PARANOID MAN IN A CHEAP SHIT SUIT
PSYCHO-MAFIA
ROWCHE RUMBLE
BINGO-MASTER'S BREAKOUT
FIERY JACK
IN MY AREA
SECOND DARK AGE
ENTITLED
GUEST INFORMANT
PINBALL MACHINE
REPETITION
NEW PURITAN
COULDN'T GET AHEAD