The Infotainment Scan

Cold, cold, you can't control
[computer voice: light up a cigarette, cos it might be your last.]


Fireworks, darkness
Cascading with fireworks.
Fireworks, can't read it
Fireworks, can't fathom it
Fireworks.
Coming up to the dawn here
What are those burnt embers
It's fireworks, smouldering
It's fireworks, cascading in the sky
From 8 till 5 the morning,
Fireworks
Fear cracked, fear cracked
Splitting chinese sky open,
Chinese sky at night
Exploding trees at night
Over rivers and bridges
Fireworks
Fireworks.
Fear craft.

Stop eating all that chocolate
Eat salad instead
In fact, you're a half-wit from somewhere or other
Why don't you bog off back to xanadu in ireland

Glam rick


Don't try to cheat me
I'm fragile
You hang around with camera crews in shell-suits
You lecture on sweets
You read viz comic

Glam rick


You are bequeathed in suede
You are entrenched in suede
Glam rick
You've got celluloid in your genes dad
You are glam rick
You've cut my income by one third
You are working on a video project
You hog the bathroom
And never put your hand in your pocket
Glam rick
You're glam rick


You're paging the [malagna] in spain
But can't read between the lines
Your price, cut down is amazing
You're one of the best songs i've ever heard by stephen king
Glam rick
Rhinestone
Your clearasil produces richthofen rashes,
Sideboard-like on mountains
Clearasil is in conjunction
Shadrach, the shock
Glam rick
You post out sixty-page computer printouts
On the end of forests
All the above will come back to you
And confirm you as a damn pest
Glam rick

You're glam rick

Serial killers were always a bore in my book,
Along with spangles and soccer books.
Rid us of old fogeys
Scuttling and swerving over the roads
Comma,
Kids in pubs.
Passable


Why is pete gabriel always following us?
And before the grub comes a moralist,
Dissonance of infotainment


A past gone mad!
Alive and well, he is on all channels
[kiki dee]
Dwelling in craven environment


If i ever end up like ian mcshane* slit my throat with a kitchen tool
And if i ever end up like u2 slit my throat with a garden vegetable


A past gone mad
Passable


Take a look back
Rear-view mirror: it's all behind you


A present gone mad
Tra-tra-la, follow, track that lava
Past, present gone mad.
Passable
A past gone mad.

Why do you have a cloud in your eye?



Walked downstairs
Got my hat and my corny brown leather jacket
Streets were grey and clean for a change
Must have been the rain
Thought transference
And this man in digs with me would spit out
Two or three teeth a night on the floor



Winter is here, unlike yourself
Cold, pulled my shirt up
Service



Kicked the leaves
Learning about time,
Time of the vulperines
Time of the wolverines
They sit rotting, the leaves
Kick the brown branches, it is here
I came home and found i could say the word "entrepreneur"
And my problem began
Service

(every man wants to be what he is not.)

At my feet, one who laughs at anything.
And at my head, one that laughs at nothing
And i'm just in-between
This day's portion
Service
(you would not like it if you knew it)



(why you have tears in your eyes from infotainment?)



Winter is here
I've got a witch on my left shoulder
My future's here
Now i will kick the broken branches
They're this day's portion of this day's portion



Didn't want to wake up and learn,
I've learnt the word 'entrepreneur"
Wandered around, found out,
Didn't want to say the word, roll it around in your mouth



Every man jack wants to be what he is not.
Service.



Little boys are taking over
They mumble through the grass
There are not fit to be in the company of vulperines and wolverines
Too many heads knocking about.
Service.
This day's portion, this day's portion.



Why do you have a cloud in your eye from infotainment?

You know when you end up in some sort of a cine-complex
And the person next to you is someone you hate?
Well well well well well well well well with me,
I end up like that,
All around and inside left.


All through the walls
It suppurates.
Look it up!
I'm immobile.
Is your house for sale?


And davey's just got out of his cell -
Where have you been this time?
Your lives are beyond the pale.
Walk the main drag, splayed.
See the blue baseball hatted, baseball blue hatted
School friends, pop mobs
Male loafers, business affairs advisers and members of the band.
Suppurates, look it up!


And every day it's my pleasure to meet
The great league of bald-headed men.


Your friends, pop mobs, first wives, ex-loafers


And every day it is my pleasure to meet
The league of bald-headed men.


Baseball hatted, blue capped.


[you scored passages to assuage their post-latent sexual baldy alopecia.]*


And every day it's my pleasure to meet
The great league of bald-headed men.


* in the 'league moon monkey mix' version

Paranoid man
In mid 30s
At the height of paranoia
At the zenith of his powers
By bed, replica shooter
Zenith dissolving
By his bed replica shooter
In the zenith of his powers



When girls pass, puts his head down, in the street
His neighbors now are listening to this
Shakes in the chemist's
While buying his vits
Puts his head down
When girls pass in the street
Shakes in the chemist
Paranoid man in his late 30s
32, 45
Reaches its summit
Male, mid 30s, white, paranoia



Goes down to the dance
Going down fast.



No heebies, creepies
Or hallucinogenics
It's the height of paranoia
Male, white, mid-to-late 30s
Serial number 54129
Going down to the dance
Going down fast
Leather jacket, baggy black pants
Very clever
Not as good as it was at 2:30
This afternoon
Nostalgia
Spangles
Late to mid 30s



Goes down to the dance
And drooped mental inertia
Mid 30s man in the grip of paranoia
Just like i told ya
Prefers karaoka.
Cheap shit half-dollar man
The sky calendar,
Bar, home,
Speculates.