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Get in the Boot
05:01
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GET IN THE BOOT
Yeh C’mon get in the boot, we’re gonna take a ride around
Tableheads slide down sceptres & their necks slump to the ground
Who says there will be pie, snail brioche & caviar
Voltron with Julie & blast the static through the sound
O Yeh - C-C-C’mon
Didja think query Garbo why looks ain’t frankincense & myrhh
Why ruby kicks ain’t amethyst & a gurgle ain’t a purr
I guess it no occur, silent silence hard to hear
If shoes too small what cannot fit well cannot fear
Oh Bleh - C-C-C’mon
Well I’m a funky autonaut, I rock you through the cosmoroute
All hail Guerrillas up in the mist to strike the root
Gotta get a hackle up, pull a Punch n’ Judy show
Drop the bomb like Ravachol & getaway slick like Bonnot
Oh yeh - C-C-C’mon
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2. |
Bluebeard FLA
02:55
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BLUEBEARD FLA -(GGZ)
Hey now man
Pull Up
Lemme see yr ID
Right Now
Gave me a reason
To Cruise
Lemme see yr hand
Held High
Hey now kid
Be Still
Gimme a skittle
Purple
Gave me a Reason
I guess
Bow before the throne
Glory
Now you know who’s the boss
Hey now baby
G’goo
Lemme see yr rattle
Fat cheeks
Gave me a reason
Supreme
Go on kiss the Ring
Blue death
Now you know who’s a god
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3. |
Banana Spilt Wolves
04:25
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BANANA SPLIT WOLVES
Well oh my god, what the fuck
What pricks won’t do for a buck
A shaft again, what shit luck
Eyes glued to screen while the truck backed up
Best china’s gone, the doilies too
Fine Persian rugs pulled from under you
It’s alright, a wish come true
Wanted one cookie & you well got two
So go on dip ‘em in that curdled cream again
Skimmed the best & brightest of yr friends
Guess we shoulda seen that chestnut descend
How ‘bout a bow for all the cracked eggs & hens
Oh those gods, what tired ruck
Mass won’t sit tight, they weave & cluck
I guess it’s grasped, guess too uncool
Who knew these ears sprouted wool
Spitting dust & Belgian rubber
Mothbit silk & rotting butter
It’s ok, no one really cares
Lost shirts for Chanel underwear
Here froths the forged dream again
Making kicks for all yr pickled friends
Guess we shoulda seen that echelon descend
Banana Split Wolves & sugared monocle lens
O dear god, the doc’s a duck
A bill so vast, macro dumbstruck
No one can pay, the ink’s leaked through
Standard & Poor’s the motto too
Everyone bond, we’re rated junk
Vultures spit-swap that carrion funk
We’re marked D & I love you
Two big dummies lost all we knew
So here reign the Truncates again
Bludgeoning all those loose threads to mend
I guess we shoulda seen the scalpel descend
Snipping the net we’re too chilled to defend
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4. |
The Wig
03:51
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THE WIG
So game the powder & the wig
Bailiff’s trot & Judge’s jig
Gavel & its own sake - bang rot
Now bowlegs struts on down the street
& with every head he meets
Show the hand of a true God-law laid down
Hey hey hey - ah-ooooo
Un- or conscious, no one cares
The means are perfectly barbed snares
To hunt endgame & bone-pudding results
the Spectacle’s metastasised
Its gaze quick-tumours over eyes
Trickled wealth & a full mouth of indenture
Hey hey hey - ah-ooooo
Yeah here comes the precipice
Denial & jokes flow as promised
Grab a lungful, have a scoff, the descent’s long
Suck the marrow - cake the corpse
Slice the breast & pop the corks
Ridicule & isolate, job well done
Hey hey hey - ah-ooooo
It’s so hard - to buy it back
You want the world - the world’s cracked
& now you’ll never - get yr money back
Oh no you’ll never get yr money back
Woo-ooo
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5. |
It's Real Wide
04:36
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IT’S REAL WIDE
Did I for one squint recognise
The bastard coin that split my spirit clean
Where Frensham & Longmuir jut
Utes flame up & Necked Chook spits my name
Liked Tehran cranes’ gut-dust sucked dry
Swinging feet refrain away from claiming:
It’s a real wide world
& I feel stretched wide in the real wide world
The scent of violence rubs oil through the air
The Lynx Boyz on the trains make perfume in the Glare
I heave in the Dank Cloud, it rends my body low
Descending from the Cut, where Mole Calls flint & glow
It’s a real wide world
& I feel so dumb in the real wide world
Messenger on the make, now why’s that movement grass
Messenger on the take & now not even That
I hang quite like a chad, Scalia from my eyes
Jackie O mitts on my skull with my pupils on the prize
It’s a real wide world
Now c’mon honey - you know the world’s so wide
If the world’s so wide, then there’s space to fall
If there’s space to fall, then there’s ground to land
If you land on ground, then there’s ground to claim
If you stake that claim, then the ground gives way
If the ground gives way, then things get weird
If things get weird, then the world gets wide
It’s a real wide world
And feeling isn’t helping is it now
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6. |
The Work Song
07:47
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THE WORK SONG
Well I sang the 20th century - it did not serve me well
Still stood behind a counter - embarrassed books for sale
I’ll forgive you my opinions - they have not done much good
My deed leaves dry desire, damp calls & unburnt wood
You don’t have to answer me, I know what silence means
A hole half full of truths unsaid, a spoiled future’s dreams
I walk to work on Tuesdays, six questions in my head
Now six & one forgotten, eight & half hours end
Consensus is forever false & cloaks an interest bald
Beta-body intentioned & earmarked for a Wald
You don’t have to answer me, I know what silence means
A whole half full of joys unsaid, a past splitting its seams
There’s cold damp ground wet with the stick of birth & shattered time
Of amniotic fever rush, cells bursting from their brine
I cry out for my father, through static on the line
I cry out for beloved sons, held fast by arms entwined
Oblivion is easy & easier is blame
& easier to rise than bread is hate’s head rubbed in shame
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7. |
The Pyre Song
04:12
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THE PYRE SONG
I’d been dying - my whole life
With a Thrall wig - welded tight
I’d been hanging on two hooks marked alpha/beta fool
I’d been swinging on a stick, scratched ‘to be cruel’
& ‘who do you think you are’
Now it’s one in the morning & my time is come
Gonna crucify you before the sun comes up
Now it’s one in the morning & my time is come
Rising from the pyre, brush the ashes off
Somehow I’d felt bad before
Sat outside the two-faced door
A bridesmaid bored shitless & more
With no coin to nudge Chauron’s oar
(says) ‘who do you think you are’
Now it’s one in the morning & my time is come
Gonna crucify you before the sun comes up
Now it’s one in the morning & my time is come
Rising from the pyre, brush the ashes off
Now I’ve been alive since break of day
My will runs strong on Diamond Quay
With each silver hour stacked
In a golden cord cinched tight
All the oil of the world
Spat back in bedrock bright
(with) ‘who do you think you are’
Now it’s one in the morning & my time is come
Gonna crucify you before the sun comes up
Now it’s one in the morning & my time is come
Rising from the pyre, brush the ashes off
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8. |
Chloroformed Man
03:46
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9. |
The Breadline Song
07:03
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THE BREADLINE SONG
Who don’t even care what the wise man said
Buckets on the door jambs, piss streaks down the spread
Comedy’s in headlights, then deer heads
Laugh right off the bluff, stick the organs in the shed
Here comes the deadline, deadline, son
Here comes the breadline song
So fall away boys, take it away boys
So fall away boys, heave away boys
Now I wanna tell you ‘bout a mensch
Frenzied for feeling
Frenzied for spirit
Frenzied for meaning
Holds its hand in claw, right side winched tight
Eyes wild & split, vision seeping white
Reaches out for the floor, where life unfurls its wings
& falls through the flaps, with the wind whistling
Here comes the Breadline Song
& now It’s canonised: the moment you dobbed in
Y’lick the reward, as it becomes heaven
In the phantom crap, each drawer is true
The Wardrobe revealed as a trap door through
Dante’s leaking pen, ticking what to sell
Tired Manuscripts, where all must knell
Here comes the Breadline Song
Now you know goddamn well
For whom bells toll bright
For whom peals send mad
For whom cliches midnight
In the hour of need, fathomless sacks lined
In the screeching lede, plot’s whisked from sight
Moral’s buried now, never again to rise
Blighted yeast specks lord over pigeon fights
Here comes the Breadline Song
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Underground music out of Melbourne, Australia
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