Unseen Ripples From A Pebble

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released January 1, 2015

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Track Name: LA Juice
LA Juice
Got that LA juice in my veins

got a fried donut for brains

the hole in the middle is my life and that

the dough on the outside and escapist trap
Gee!
Show me a rebel and Ill show you a cash plan

I’ll be laughing from the bottom of my bucket
Got that TV juice in my veins

Well, the slightest attention I’ll treat it as fame

Feed me my drip and keep it flowing

My bruised little heart’s got a new film showing
Gee!
Got that PVC juice on my back again

those long black cars are driving me insane

Your life is porn a racket a game

Give me attention – I’ll limp ‘til I really am lame
Gee!
Sincere! We mean it from the bottom of our buckets
Found in the dark, and I’ll bask in the shame

Got that oh dear OD juice in my veins

Boiling up the kettle for one cup of ease

Tread over your pleasure for the life of ease
Gee!
Track Name: Another Hazy Day On The Lazy 'A"
Another Hazy Day on the ‘Lazy A’
Corpse deflates to the ground

buzzards circle round

a drunk man dribbles and the dust it settles

on another hazy day on the Lazy ‘A’
A skull leers from an outcrop

blazing white bleached crack in the top

teeth still smoke-blacked since the flesh slacked

on another hazy day on the Lazy ‘A’
An owl peers from a cactus rotten and brown

the branch collapses the bird has flown

the drunk lies down hat titled over eyes

his wounds licked by flies
on another hazy day on the Lazy ‘A’
The desert was bland today

Sands all blown away

Boulders cracked all the way

The wood rotten, grey
Track Name: Cut The Cake
Cut the Cake
Well every other sunny day

you can come and cut the cake

The thin line between shade and night

Cross the border into the daylight

if you want to feel that way

come over here and cut the cake
All summer I was in the cold shade

Keeping co with the stalactites and stalagmites

Spent restless sweaty nights

The cost of dowsing the candlelight
Well come on over and cut the cake

take a dip in the milky lake

tried to cut the atmosphere beyond

up to the neck in a stagnant pond

just try and see what you can take

come over here and cut the cake
Everything is already alive

white cotton stings your eyes

white dress telling white lies

grinning, we’re as free as flies
The smell of cut grass

glinting of an empty glass
So what do you say?

come around and cut the cake

You can’t get away from it. Even in the bright green kaleidoscope wilds of somewhere, here it comes, dented rust cans and snot rags rolling down the river, chemical stream fingers, tousled knotting hair, stinking hyphae fronds wrapped round your legs and deep into the ground, perhaps even to the molten core of the earth it seems … everywhere secondhand, lived-in …
Track Name: Deadthink
Deadthink
Screaming through the cave,

head on down the tunnel

pains and sweat now

forced down a funnel

deadthink deadthink
The eyesight was once believed

now eyes are open with the blinkers on

long gone long gone

deadthink deadthink
Still here nagging still here nagging

kicking all the wrong boys,
still out there fagging

still out there fagging

deadthink deadthink
Scratch your eyes you bitch

go and sleep in your own ditch

cue the violins cue the violins

dragging you down to where you begin

deadthink deadthink
Sunday morning Rolls Royce drivers eating with fat teeth

a pink worm writhes and wriggles underneath

got a beady wet glass eye

the corpse got on a suit and tie

its keeping up appearances

keeping up appearances

I can’t get away

can’t get away
Track Name: Stars In The Tarmac
Stars in the Tarmac
We’ve trod this road before

with holes in the firmament 
there is a hung parliament
where nothing gets done

where nothing gets done

where your friends are all brilliant

your acquaintances all excellent

your teeth the sugar grips
Your mates are shimmering

your mates are shimmering

shivering

like stars in the tarmac
We’ve trod this road before

with holes in the firmament 

there is a hung parliament
where nothing gets done

where nothing gets done

down comes the rain at night

up goes the evaporite

pinned with tiny black holes
Pinpoint frozen cheeks

your mates are shivering

glimmering 
like stars in the tarmac.
Track Name: Midget Horror
Midget Horror
A love letter without a lover is a useless piece of paper

a nagging irritator

a pointless see you later
A brand new day with nothing to do is a terrible waste of air

a brush of teeth a wash of hair
a river that takes you nowhere
Please don’t touch me there
Track Name: One Foot Wrong
One foot wrong
You better hold on to your brass

see if it rubs up fine

how much can you take?

how much can you leave behind?
You put one foot wrong

You put one foot wrong

and all the others are too
You better work hard all along

try and earn more than one

cos if you got two pennies

you can rub them together just for fun


now if you wanna see a wish come true

you better throw them all down the well

cos if you hold on to them all

you might just have to sell
Middle four

what do you want a middle for?

we’ve got a beginning and an end
Track Name: Restless Spell
Restless Spell
Things are usually drifting quite well

something throws a curse into the world

it has a restless spell
And when you’ve settled down it starts again

from the warmth of the house into the pouring rain

running in the spell

the restless spell
Time to brush the chaff aside

and the oldest truth becomes an embarrassment, a lie

the sun rolls on its side and dies

in a restless spell
If only it was always this pure
the outcome would always be sure
Track Name: Hand In The Till
Hand in the Till
Caught you with your hand in the till again

The easy way out, easy thrill again

in a hopeless heaven from the age of seven

caught you with your hand in the till again
Well do you want to go out?

no, I think I’ll stay in

wait til everyone’s out

under cover of darkness on the wing

to the back door of some stranger’s house

under the floorboards the rat grows from a mouse

building up mounting up

off duty is the sentry

for the great break and entry

the great break and entry
Vacuum tugging at my heart

every suck tears me apart

I’m in someone’s back yard and I need my camouflage
I crave immediate food now

saving up for fruits will turn sour

I take my own football away

when you won’t play the game fair
Vacuum tugging at my heart

every suck tears me apart

I’m in someone’s back yard and I need my camouflage

need my camouflage
Caught you with your hand in the till again

The easy way out, easy thrill again

in a hopeless heaven from the age of reason

caught you with your hand in the till again
Track Name: Disgusted, E7
Disgusted E7
I rode to Aldgate on a 225

and the crowd shook me alive

and I swear by the dirt in my nails

and by the will that always fails

these are the streets where nothing grows

there’s easy pickings for the ones who know

but I know nothing and it’s being rubbed in

out of the carton and straight in the bin
And I walked through an excuse
for a park
a shield of concrete and a sheet of glass

in the bushes where the law takes flight

deserted by day and diverted at night
I went to sleep

I went to sleep

I went to sleep in the witness stand

my body tossed and turned by ghostly hands

I was being born and lying dead

and I awoke with the thickest of heads
There was a knock and I opened the door

rain on the pavement and shit on the floor

and the chemist was open late

the only cross on the eastern estate
I fell from grace 

I fell from grace 

I fell from grace

I fell from grace in the west end of town

the rich and the waste always bring me down
I fell from grace in the west end of town

the rich and the waste always brings me down

I rode to Aldgate on a 225

where the wasted are just kept alive
Track Name: Cold Shoulder
Cold shoulder
And I will grow impatient of waiting for you

like an outpatient slumped in a queue

and I will grab a second if I can

as the crow zigzags across the land

parked on your cold shoulder
I rode all the way from A to Z

darkness where you raised the dead

problems that we couldn’t prevent

needed saying but nothing said

nothing said
And I will grow roots here

we knot our nerves here

mad bodies and faces 

short sharp shock embraces

something needs saying but nothing said

now there’s only head to keep us company

parked on your cold shoulder
Lying down in my bed on the shelf

a voice fills my head and I rid myself

carries out my wishes with one command

now there’s only heads to keep us company

company
And I don’t wanna go alone
to a place that isn’t home

the cold distance you keep is all I can see
somewhere in that cold distance

hopes you might see me

parked on your cold shoulder

perched on your cold shoulder etc etc
Track Name: Boy Racers, RM1
Boy Racers RM1
Living in a double life

words processed like cheese

the great sun god breaks you down to your knees

living in a double life

your brains like Russian dolls all inside each other

living in a double life

the town is grey and the posters saying

you’ve got to cram it in the licensing hours

cram it in the licensing hours
everybody –
free drinks on the house

stick it in his face!
Living in a double life

sobriety and economic necessity

living in a double life
five minutes late and you’re fired

living in a double life

everything breaks and you’re tired


in the time it takes to buy the paper you’ve already read it

in the time it takes to review the papers you’ve already said it
This country’s shrinking and the ranks are swelling

like the head is shrinking, like the gut is swelling

in too late and up too late

came too early
You came too early 

no one was there

you came too early

getting in was easy
you came too early

you missed out

if everyone else wasn’t bleeding or sleeping
I’d be leaving