1. |
Me
03:45
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2. |
Sandy
02:14
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3. |
Rain Stops Play
02:56
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4. |
Goodbye Laughter
03:19
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5. |
Lost But Happy
01:28
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6. |
The Anti-Midas Touch
03:24
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7. |
In Transit
02:04
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8. |
Cruelty
02:36
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9. |
Rule Of Thumb
02:04
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10. |
Progress Caff
02:38
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11. |
Public Footpath Blues
02:53
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12. |
Handy Howard
02:45
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13. |
LA Juice
03:44
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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!
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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
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15. |
Cut The Cake
03:28
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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 …
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16. |
Deadthink
03:17
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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
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17. |
Stars In The Tarmac
01:43
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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.
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18. |
Midget Horror
01:19
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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
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19. |
One Foot Wrong
02:17
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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
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20. |
Slow Loris
02:45
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21. |
Restless Spell
04:09
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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
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22. |
Whale On The Beach
02:04
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23. |
Me (single version)
03:27
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24. |
Hand In The Till
03:44
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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
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25. |
Disgusted, E7
03:23
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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
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26. |
Cold Shoulder
03:20
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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
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27. |
Boy Racers, RM1
03:20
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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
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