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1. _ Gross Chapel - Gb Grenadiers
Porterage down
The dark gross chapel
He stepped streets around now
Sales person mobile
Porterage down
Dark gross chapel
He stepped streets around now
Was introduced by a woman loose-limbed, slim
One woke up to a whitewashed ugly wall - whoosh!
Made worse by dirty postcards
Trapped in their town
They're embracing criminals in panicky hall
No temper for fall group
I'll put you down
Porterage down
To the dark gross chapel
He stepped streets around now
Sales-person, mobile
I'll put you down
To the gross chapel
You were right said peter
Dying for a smoke
But you shouldn't have said to the police
Jobs i do are little things
Like the chemist coming on insulted
They were as fed up as i was
Waiting outside after putting blame on you
Porterage down
Ask him! i am ailing
Porterage down
Then let us fill a bumper,
And drink a health to those
Who carry caps and pouches,
And wear the louped clothes.
May they and their commanders
Live happy all their years
Whene'er we are commanded
To storm the palisades
Our leaders march with fusees,
And we with hand grenades.
We throw them from the glacis,
About the enemies' ears.
Sing tow, row, row, row, row, row,
For the british grenadiers.
I'll put you down
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2. _ Mr Pharmacist
Mr pharmacist
Can you help me out today
In your usual lovely way
Oh mr pharmacist i insist
That you give me some of that vitamin c
Mr pharmacist
Dear pharmacist won't you please
Give me some energy
Mr pharmacist
Hey mr pharmacist
I'll recommend you to my friends
They'll be happy in the end
Mr pharmacist can you help
Send me on a 'delic kick
Mr pharmacist
Dear pharmacist use your mind
You better stock me up for the wintertime
Mr pharmacist
Hey mr pharmacist
Words cannot express
Feeling i suggest
Oh mr pharmacist i can plead
Gimme some of that powder i need
Mr pharmacist
Dear pharmacist i'll be back
With a handful of empty sack
Mr pharmacist
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3. _ U.s. 80's 90's
Had a run-in with boston immigration
And to my name had an aversion
Nervous droplets
Due to sleeping tablets
No beer
No cigarettes
Slam, spikes, gin, cigarettes
Beer in ban
The cops are tops
Welcome to the 80s 90s
Welcome to us 80s 90s
I'm the big-shot original rapper
But it's time for me to get off this crapper
Welcome to the us 80s 90s
No beer
No cigarettes
Spikes, gin, cigarettes
Whisky
Like cones of silence
Welcome to the us 80s and 90s
Like 50s, 1890s
Kentucky dead keep pouring down
By death stadium
No more amused dressing room
My ambition, but one chance in three million jack
Like cones of silence
Cast aside over-inflation theory of the panic insists
Welcome to the us 80s 90s
Look at page 19, small column, lower right-hand side
Welcome to the 1980s
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4. _ Riddler!
Say! mmmmmm-uuuaahhh
Say! mmmmmm-uuuaaaah
Say! mmmmmm--uuuaaaah
Monday night at operation control
I sat facing rows of monitor mountains
Mind control
Life control
Operation mind control
My first is in car
I'm easily bought, but still always short
[fly that over space beam]
And round my way the people still do say
Ridd-ler
Ridd-ler
And round these parts the people still impart
Riddler!
My second is in..
Zoooooooom!
Say! mmmmmm
Say! mmmmmm
And round my way the people still do say
Riddler!
Round these parts the people still impart
Ridd-ler
Ridd-ler
Third: slopes
Fourth: [inverting within]
Round my way the people still do say
Riddler
And round these parts the people still exclaim
Ridd-ler
And even now kids round our place say
Riddler
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5. _ R.o.d.
It's approaching
600 pounds gas and flesh
Robes in tatters
It's approaching
Lips and tongue abhorrent
Flickering lexicon
Or a stray dog pack leader
Hide hide, all good people hang out for a result
Hide dive hide, reasonable people in silence do exult
Realm of dusk
The northerns
Look at the north ones
Their brains are unhinged by the sun
Rare stone
Our [faeces/faces] are rare stone
It comes to take them
Move out the armies
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6. _ Living Too Late
Crow's feet are ingrained on my face
And i'm living too late
Try to wash the black off my face, but it's ingrained
And i'm living too late
Sleepless, in-control spleen
Agreed ace family
Must have stump tripod in the genes
I'm immune to things
In my dreams
I saw through the trees
O'er the poison river locks
Talk treacherous would beat
But still my heart it is rock
Finally going through old parasite gate
But there's a 24-hour clock watch
And i'm living too late
Think
Sometimes life is like a new bar
Plastic seats, beer below par
Food with no taste, music grates
I'm living too late
Once talking was my favourite while
But now i know a conversation's end
Before it's done
Maybe i'm living too long
The daylight
I see trouble on the streets
Fearing catastrophe to meet
Walk down the devil's boulevard
But still my heart is hard
They say them cellars [were't even/were evil] black
But i know they're wrong
Think it's one
Been
Living too long
[extra verses on living too long:
Eyes like two tv screens
Continual open
Feel no pain
I live again
I'm super sad sweet sad
Line is cracked
[]
Vision gone
I'm living too long]
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7. _ Shoulder Pads
All these fads
It's shoulder pads
On new year's dawn
To my surprise
All the macca lads stayed at home
Picking antiques
Encloses
Cosy fleck with green bits
Main undercurrent, white spermatoze
My powers
Against them, half-useless
My senses
Alive have party
Was embarrassed but stuck with them
Walked, at shoulder, down the street, ridicule
They couldn't tell lou reed from doug yule
Suppressed hate romance
It was like being back at school
My powers before them resound
My powers heard language, two-time doom
Win populace, internal defeat
Their mob 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 in harlequin kecks
Dim-wit lecture, half read
Cursing black singers ten years dead
Was a clown in victim hat
Was shouldered and spurned
Then my powers did return....
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8. _ Bournemouth Runner
Consumed with premonition
Of trouble on horizon
By my remarks i was certain
I was destined persecution
But then i took a chase after the bournemouth runner!
Bournemouth runner!
C-c-could dare
Bournemouth runner!
First night
Bournemouth runner!
He was a bournemouth runner!
Bournemouth runner!
Didn't get far
Bournemouth runner!
First night
Bournemouth runner!
But the second night
He got away with our guiding light
Was chilled to the bone
At 8am
On a bournemouth morn
There was a drum deck
Outside [route/room] 51
Two nights before
Bristol ball
A runner took backdrop, exit hall
Bournemouth runner!
Raced a couple of hundred yards
Bournemouth runner!
Barman clipped his ears
Bournemouth runner!
Spitted and shifted
Bournemouth runner!
Backdrop dissipated
Bournemouth runner!
He was the bournemouth runner!
How could we now it was the bournemouth runner?
Bournemouth runner!
Raced a couple of hundred yards
Bournemouth runner!
Barman clipped his ears
Bournemouth runner!
Spitted and shifted
Bournemouth runner!
Backdrop dissipated
Bournemouth runner!
He was the bournemouth runner!
Took away our guiding light
Our backdrop was friendly, heavy
Often it would rumble into hotel
And partake with us
In diluted drink and dogmeat
Of rac recommended hostelry
Bournemouth runner!
Shifted and twisted
Bournemouth runner!
On beach sand sifted
Bournemouth runner!
In the best home
Bournemouth runner!
Locks picked
Bournemouth runner!
Should've known better
Than to underrate
Bournemouth sucker
Took away our guiding light
Bournemouth runner!
Calendar
Bournemouth runner!
I'v forgotten the date
Bournemouth runner!
No plot
Bournemouth runner!
You're welcome
Bournemouth runner!
It was coated in poison
Bournemouth runner!
Have to buy a new one.......
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9. _ Shoulder Pads #2
Knew i was right all along
Rock to them, a talking heads album
Superhero in harlequin kecks
Dim-wit lecture, half read
Was i - victim in clown hat?
Was i - nearly toned
Then my powers did return....
Watch out!
Makers of fads
It's mes in shoulder pads
My powers none
Powers, get batman
Said a twisted chill, flashes pan
It's mes in shoulder pads
Big fit deal for mothers of fads
It's mes in shoulder pads
You'd better
Line that bottom line
Against that different clan
Holding ankles
Rotten kecks
It's mes in shoulder pads
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10. _ Dr. Faustus
Doctor faustus: horshoes splackin' swallows haycart, cart-horse. of the peasant blockin' his path. doctor faustus: power showin', spits out hay-cart, cart-horse, hay and box at the gates of anho
R. faustus: at the court of the count, made fruits exotic pleasure-lichous, appear behind curtains in winter. dr. faustus: at the decadent court, made animals from sun-lands appear in the sparse
Ens of vinter in ze likkle willage. doktor faustus: horse-shoes clackin', swallows cart-horse, hay-cart of the peasant blockin' his path.
Must leave his student friends.
Faustus! come get yer chips!
Pull me blood silhouette, treu the ceiling sky.
Cast me blood silhouette, thru the ceiling sky.
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11. _ Auto Tech Pilot
Last night i heard 3 real loud ricochets
From the police tech center at the top of my street
And then the morning after, brass band in unison
Jumping, shouting, all 3000
Meanwhile i've been broke in twice
And had a maniac at door, swearing, 12:05 am
And i really think this computer thing is getting out of hand
And i think this tech pilot isn't going to land
Three quarters of mail destined for beer
Time to put an end, to the extend
All the bump men
Time we cake this
Compute garbage in, garbage out
And time to put a cap on this
With a brain, nice habit
And i'm thinkin of...
(track is deserted
All securities run forth of the perverted)
Isn't gonna land
On its purgatory band
Auto tech pilot
Isn't gonna land
Jet isn't gonna land
Troll the instant pilot
Auto tech pilot
Isn't gonna land
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12. _ Terry Waite Sez
Terry waite sez
Terry waite sez
Terry waite sez
Give us a ring, give us a ring kid
Mister big
Sounding sour and frustrated
With the pressure of his own life.
Terry waite sez
Terry waite sez
What are those trees
Painted white jobs
Silvered something
Silvered something
50 plus
Out to heal provincial pus
Let the real reverend walk
He says and does
He plans but they won't let him in
Terry waite sez
Terry waite!
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