Shift-work

The scarecrow's down
I hope you are alright
I am alright



There's a letter marked 'urgent'
I have not yet read it
Rose
Rose



I hear you are in hampstead
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 mixer is close to me
He turns his head and smiles at me.
And i'm am glad
He earns my salary.

The mixer
In espanol restaurants
The people and staff they clap
The mixer sweats
In comic type letters the voices are saying
Clap, clap
The mixer
Sweats
The mixer sweats

The mixer of jamaican origin
Born, raised in the us*
Observes the victorian [press/prayer]
Clap, clap, clap
Clap, clap

The blbds is overeasy on the [carpets/compress]
And the mixer sweats.

[first eqipment line]
[second equipment line]

The mixer is close to me
He turns his head
And smiles at me**

[spoken] 'it possessed the sort of bright sound microphone with audio pickup pattern.
It can produce broad responses, hi-fidelity quality, no feedback and no
Howling etc. we can express good sound of your voice, an excellent
Melody orchestra, a self-contained filter control, explosive breath
Sounds, controlled explosive breath sounds ...... wind noises, in
Different locations....'

Mixer sweats

No current is waned
Where it wants to go
Some are only happy
In the throes
Of bitter arguments
Ready and packed
To ride there by train ride
By plane ride
By walking
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



Stood off the train platform
Crushed cig in cup
Fda regulation state
Boarded at gate
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*
They don't ask your telephone silk



I don't wanna go to pittsville direckt
No no no no pittsville direkt
Please don't please pittsville direkt
Many a jest in pittsville direkt



By planeride
By trainride
What are they doing to bournemouth city park west?
Why have they got those masks on?



I wanna exit pittsville direkt
I'm correct about pittsville direkt
The citizens of pittsville direkt
Will be out scaring ghosts
Around midnight



Ride out to where the planets roam
Drive carefully! mother-to-be on board



Boarding now from pittsville direkt

Desperate for entertainment
So i turn the 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 wind



Then they have carl lewis on
He's got a ponytail and he's a vegan
He talks a lot of wind
He talks a lot about wind



I turn the tragic lantern on
It's a program 'good morning'*
It's a lot of wind
They talk a lot about wind



I'm real sick and in distress
I got octagonals in my eyelids
From watching all that wind
I get horrible horrible horrible dreams
So i ring the tv line and get a lot of wind
They talk a lot of wind



You see them selling carpets
You see them in the shops
You see them on the kids programs
And they talk a lot of wind



Oh the boredom in my bones
From belching a lot of wind
They talk a lot about wind
They talk a lot about wind



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



There's a roly-poly, roly-poly man
He's got a yak haircut (dick, dick, dick)
They talk a lot about wind

In north carolina way back in the hills
Lived my pappy and he had him a still
He brewed white lightning 'til the sun go down
Then he'd get out a jug and pass it around


Mighty mighty pleasin'
Poppa kept a-squeezin' and called it
White lightning


G-men, t-men, revenue too
Searching for the place where he made his brew
They were lookin' tryna book him
But my pappy kept a-cookin' it
White lightning


I asked my pappy why he called the brew
White lightning's full of morning dew
Took one sip then i knew
When my eyes bulged out and my face turned blue


A city slicker came and said "i'm mighty tough,
I wanna get a taste of the powerful stuff"
Took one slug and drank it right down
And i heard him moaning as he hit the ground

Shout!

You haven't found it yet,
Haven't found it yet.



Look at the glass, turn your head
You haven't found it yet.
Moving down the lane inside
It's flashy camden town
It's that london lyric again
You haven't found it yet.



Impulses crowd your head
Too much to be absorbed
You're into the top shackle
Mental saw-down of your head.*
Which bemoans a simple fact.
You haven't found it yet.



It seemed so clear in bed
It's dark but your legs, they are dead
Your pen is encombed in mattress
You're not going to get it yet
You haven't found it yet



You're dying but still warm
Put this writing on your tomb
Spit out with dying breath
You haven't found it yet.



I dictate
Transcribe
Relations
Dear cousin
It's destiny.

The grist that curtails the mill
Shall make us strong

Idiot groups with no shape or form
Out of their heads on a quid of blow
The shapeless kecks* flapping up a storm
Look at what they are: a pack of worms



Idiot joy showland



The nylon leaves are falling
From the twisted shell of your cranium
Your mystic jump suits cannot hide
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 and
Show us your cock
The working class has been shafted
So what the fuck you sneering at?
Your prerogative in life it seems
Is living out an ad man's dream



Idiot joy showland



California has disneyland
And blackpool has a funland
And flanders had no man's land
This place idiot show bands



Idiot joy showland



And now microcosms come and go
And it's amazing what they show
Your sportsmen's tears are laudanum
Idiot joy showland



The locusts are all queuing in
For idiot joy showland
Idiot joy