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Nightmare Journey
03:22
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Standing on the corner trying to hitch a ride
Dark clouds gathered above me
Lightning cracked in the sky
No- one stopping, all cars passing by
The terrible sound of thunder, like the last Amen
Then a car pulled up beside me, and a voice said, 'Get in'.
Nightmare journey, nightmare journey
The driver was laughing as we drove into the storm
There was blood on the carpet, the seats were all slashed and torn
I asked him were he was going, as he reached past me to lock the door
'Going to Hell!' he said, and he patted my knee with his claw
Nightmare journey
Yes I rode with the Devil, and a bargain was struck
If I gave him my soul, he would bring me good luck
So I sold my soul to the Devil, but good luck I've had none
The Devil done tricked me, Hell's where I belong
Nightmare journey, nightmare journey
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Old Sod Sam Sits In Old Joe’s Chair.
The sun was shining The chair was creaking.
Sam sipped coffee and listened to the unlucky insects
With eleven legs going clickety-click in a bingo linguistic cacophony.
Sam slept, and dreamt he was glowing in deep down, dark
Holes of warmth that pulsate with a sexual intensity.
Chair broke, Sam woke feeling quite weird.
As he looked around him everything disappeared.
Where’s Sam? Where’s Joe?
Don’t ask me, I don’t know.
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Bert's Brainstorm
01:35
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The cold wind felt like an iceberg, brief being pressed against my face;
An ice cold and cursing around my face.
Where am I? Er, what in heavens name is this?
Bert looked down upon the frozen waste.
All around him were many things, and also on the floor
Was something that I would describe as almost terrifyingly horrific:
Cold dormant features of the inner world
That I and I only found to have.
Extra deeds, yes; installed in the brain itself.
What?
Yes.
Fear it forever and back also:
Have got to get there.
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The Last Shopping Day
04:09
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Weasels and rats invading our gardens
While the city crumbles;
Shoppers fall over each other in the rush
On the last shopping day.
Birds hop from bone to bone,
The eternal grey mist thickens.
People with no money cower in their homes.
White seagull shit drips in the sky
On the last shopping day.
Weasels and rats have invaded the gardens,
The sickly silence falls like radiation.
Drinking cups of tea that taste of pollution.
The pensioners’ vacant stare tells us we are all guilty,
While desperate capitalists panic.
They pay you to go shopping, now,
Bribing you into the stores in a frantic effort to sell.
This is the last shopping day:
Weasels and rats have invaded the garden.
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The Dead Fish
01:48
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The black, bloated stickleback fish floated
Upside down in the pond.
The pond was fenceless, the stench knocked me senseless;
My snout fell out, splashed and drenched the bystanding diners.
Someone fished it out and replaced it in my face.
We retired inside where the fish was fried,
And the cat was ignored as it giggled and clawed
In animal anticipation for the rotten remains.
The head, tail and bones, and some of the brains
Of the leftover fish were put in a dish;
And the cat was ignored as it giggled and clawed.
Then the cat was confronted with a dish of stinking fish.
The cat was confronted with a dish of stinking fish.
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White Goatee
01:00
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As years pass
Ears n' eyes demise
Arse blazes
Cuts n' grazes only half heal
Digestion is a series of bubbles n' squeaks
Looking round a new town
I used to ask
For pub or place to get thirst slated
Nowadays my first urgent task
Is to find where nearest toilets are located
Teeth fall out like apples drop from a tree
Who am I fooling with this drab tash and white goatee?
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Head In A Bag
03:37
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Pork Hunt
05:34
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Ham, bacon chops and sausages.
We’re killing pigs, don’t take no hostages.
Stick a pig, gimme a pig foot.
Ham is a pigs arse.
Poor sow, stuck in a rape rack. The pigs are in prison.
Intelligent and clean, not like a human being.
We go the whole hog, shoot bolts through their brains.
Curly tails and trotters; bring home the bacon
Cut up into rashers.
Pigs squealing and grunting like death metal thrashers;
The sound of pain obscured by the rustle of money
Pulled from a pigskin wallet.
Stop the hogwash. Take our snouts from the trough.
The prime porker is a mighty fine beast,
Too fine and noble to be served up at a feast.
We’ve mistreated pigs for thousands of years
And made silk purses out of sows’ ears.
If Jesus could manage water into wine
Why did he damage the gadarene swine?
Gods will or pigswill?
Two thousand beasts there grazed on the mound,
Sent into a frenzy by the son of man drowned.
The day will come when the pigs run free;
Free from fear, no more torture in the name of food;
Free to trot through the fields, higgledy-piggledy,
Under the open sky;
And one day, pigs might fly.
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It followed me home; it’s climbing the stairs,
It’s climbing the stairs; oh god, nobody cares.
It’s pawing the ground and ringing its bell.
It’s the wooden mutant devil goat from hell.
The wooden mutant devil goat from hell.
It’s coming inside, it’s coming inside.
The devil sure wants to have my hide.
Its skull exposed and fangs as well.
Here comes the wooden mutant devil goat from hell,
The wooden mutant devil goat from hell.
It’s after me; it’s after me.
It’s breaking in to the lavatory.
It’s giving off an obnoxious smell.
It’s the wooden mutant devil goat from hell,
The wooden mutant devil goat from hell.
It’s poised for attack; it’s poised for attack.
It’s got horrible lumps all along its back.
It leaps in the air with a blood-curdling yell.
Oh god it’s the wooden mutant devil goat from hell,
The wooden mutant devil goat from hell.
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What's The Time?
03:28
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What's the time
When it's a crime
To be in the wrong place
At the wrong time?
It's the future when they shoot ya
But somehow it's now
They thought he was a bomber
Now he's a goner
Shot through the head
An innocent dead
Show no sorrow it's tomorrow
But somehow it's now
Shoot to kill
In Stockwell
Bring the Bill
Time will tell
Dead civilian poor Brazilian
It's killing time now, somehow
Somehow it's vital now
Now it's later
We're no safer
Suspect ya neighbour
Can't trust the coppers
It's the future when they shoot ya
But somehow it's now
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Unintelligible
06:26
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Ma leif hg Kerrie fs bhablukk faro, gofd juikgt darn ahhhupner faille cnuvas derg. Ha. Um mhase riyt. Yy: Hurintealigabubble. Ryes fuddling mae grodesk spluurgg. Yy; hunnnninhelligaber. Ha; arr, obviously.
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12. |
Heaven Never Found
02:34
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Drained and demeaned by a demon dream
A snore popped me open
Sweat - drenched n shivering
Remembering, remembering...
Well I fell
Down into Hell
I couldn't stand the smell
The goat was ringing his bell
Sulphurous fumes boiling up from the floor
Back being scratched by a devils' claw
Remembering the dream
My spirit turned to steam
Condensing onto the ground
Heaven never found
Well I fell
Down into hell
But I shot back out
Like a bullet from a barrel
I screamed
At what I dreamed
Nothin was as it seemed
I cannot be redeemed
I could not be redeemed
Damned
Deemed part of a scheme
Spirit turned to steam
Condensing onto the ground
Heaven never found
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I'm Bugged
03:50
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Here come the bugs
I open the door and in they fly
Big as yuh hand
They splat the walls
Feathery wings explode into dust
Yellow streaks dripping
Slapping into the walls
And bursting
Filling the air with fine specks
Can't get no sleep
I can't even breathe, it's so damn hot
where they hit the walls
Mucus streaks of yellow
Mixed with red blood
Dripping slowly sticky orange
Down the wet walls
And congealing
Into hard transluscent lumps
Lost all my lovers
They keep finding the buggers under the covers
Big as yuh hand
I can't breathe
Fucking specks of blood n' moth dust
Fucking bugs
The bug dust from their bursts
I'm cursing
Filling the air with fine swears
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Magic Show
02:31
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Ladies and Gentlemen
Roll up for the Magic Show
Cos y' know, It's coming to town
More than 30 years ago
I went to watch a magic show
It lifted me up from the hard hard ground
The wizard in his cape waving his wand around
While his cosmic companions summoned spells of sound
That magic sound
Went round n' round
Lifted me up from the hard hard ground
Ever since that magic day
The memory slowly fades away
kept glimmering by legends told
'mongst those proud n' precious few
Who saw the merry Magic Crew
Now the wizard went away
To wave his wand another way
But the Magic Crew are back
Casting spells n blowing stacks
I'm gonna get up from the hard hard ground
Unzip my head
Find my feet n' dance
It might be my last chance
I'm gonna blow my stack
Cos Magic's coming back
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Spirit Kitten Being
02:47
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Stricken spirit kitten
Being bitten by beasts
Screeeches retches reaches
Crawls n falls to the ground
Coloured cotton clouds abound
Rainbows arch to golden ground
Spirit kitten licking looking good
Good calls n sound
Rainbow rides onto golden ground
Ascendeth he wherehence
Spirit being transference
Beam kitten up sudden
Sun shaft bright light
Rainbow source of sound
Loud around reverbing
As spirit kitten being
Risen up light shaft prism
Quivering pulse rhythm
Once up sh-shivers
Peeeled for beastly figures
To find fight n dash
Down to the ground
How many times minus
Minus lives nine has
Spirit kitten being
Been bitten smitten n fallen
N thence up arisen
A quivering prism
From fall to the ground?
eh?
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Face Man
05:56
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I've tried being friendly
You know I've tried to be nice
I have been patient
And I know that I've been polite
Are you looking for a fight?
Cos we could stand here all night
Until one of us gives in
And the other one will win
Someone's gotta give some space
Someone's gonna lose face
Even at this late hour
We could still walk away
But you're intent
On getting in my way
Standing in my way
You won't let me have my say
And there's nothing I can do
To make you change your view
Someone's gotta give some space
Someone's gonna lose face
Don't put your face in my face, man
I'm talking to you
You look hard, but you're harmless
Listen
get your face out of my face, man
I'm saying it to your face, man
I'm far from harmless
Listen
Shut up talking to me with that face, man
I'm talking to you
I'm far from harmless
Don't put your face in my face, man
I ain't through with you yet
You look hard, but you're harmless
Don't fucking stand there with that face on, man
I ain't through with you yet
You look hard, but you're harmless
Shut up
Don't fucking look at me with that face, man
I'm saying it to your face, man
And I'm far from harmless
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Capitalism
07:02
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It’s the end of the century, capitalism’s last grasp.
They built their house on shaky foundations,
Now the whole edifice is crumbling down around their ears.
They sell you money so you can keep on shopping;
A futile attempt to prop up a decayed system.
Capitalism: the art of flogging a dead horse.
Desperately trying to hang on to their power,
They bribe us with special offers, bargains, sales, reductions;
It won’t work; these dogs have had their day.
The end of the century, the end of capitalism.
These crooks, cheats, liars and frauds.
Capitalism: the cause of pollution.
Capitalism: it’s third world exploitation.
Capitalism: the creed of greed.
Capitalism: the art of flogging.
Capitalism: a dead horse.
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