1. |
TIME TO USE
00:46
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Time To Use
When the sun comes rising up
Make a list and follow it up
Make a list and stick to it
Through the numbers move through it
As peasants in pre-industry
Cleared the fields industriously
This is how it is with me
There was a time I felt confused
But now my time is there to use.
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2. |
A LAST BLAST
01:29
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A Last Blast
My days of plenty
In this shithole
Maybe we should be moving out
We Might get buried
Under a mountain
Where fire's moss and brimstone's tat
Let's quit, sod 'em
We'll go tomorrow
A last blast
A last blast!
You're talking
I'm walking
You put your faith in a hole like that
You're talking
I'm walking
I'm gonna walk and not look back
They ask me questions
As though I'm Lot's wife
Is it true I had compassion for lack
Because I'm frozen
I cannot tell you
I only wanted one last glance
repeat chorus
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3. |
CHARACTER IS DESTINY
00:53
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Character Is Destiny
I'm gonna form a band
Called Crowded Flat
I'm gonna drink a lot of Guinness
And get real fat
I'm gonna get no pussy
And stink of cat
And not give a fuck
About this and that.
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4. |
ANOTHER ORPHAN
00:53
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Another Orphan
Nothing lasts forever
Forever is limited
If you wanna see history
You have to get up early
Came back from the Hitchin gig
Did a track on my 4-track
Just getting into it
When my poor old tape snapped.
It seems such a shame
Another orphan.
My poor old tape.
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5. |
TOO OLD FOR SPORTS
01:34
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Too Old For Sports
I'm on a hiding to nothing
On somebody's tears
My fuel is a burden
I'm lost in the woods
I sit in a furnace
Abusing my plug-ins
Scaring myself
With the power of the biro
I'm too old for sports
I'm pushing a carcass
If I look on the bright side
I'll die on the pavement
The last thing I want
Is the cops standing by
As my loved ones are summoned
And attitudes thicken
The crowds, listlessly gawping
Like they've one brain between them.
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6. |
DVLA
01:29
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DVLA
Forwards backwards
Upwards sideways
Start up the car
And drive out the driveway
Hey little man
I think you understand
I think you left yourself in the rain
Hey little man
I think you had a plan
I think you had everything to gain
Hey there soldier
Does the nights grow colder
You know it's hard to move in the snow
You better your gun
You better get someone
While you still got some ammo
Forwards backwards
Upwards sideways
Start up the car
And drive out the driveway
You don't need no cosmic licence
It doesn't matter what you're driving
DVLA.
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7. |
JAM ON THE FENCE
02:14
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8. |
MR BUMP
01:02
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Mr Bump
Six cans of bevy
And I'm fine
I judge myself by my own standards
I slurp my way through time
All covered up in bandage
I'm Mr. Bump you see
I'm up a dead gum tree
I'm chewing like a raver cow
I've lost the here and now.
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9. |
ITCHY FEET
01:21
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10. |
ROCK BLACK HOLE
01:47
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Rock Black Hole
Hopeless twot
What forgot
The inner dude
That's inside you
You can't can't forget
Your decent self
Don't bet that debt
You owe yourself
Your wasted hate
Your muttered shit
You'll never get to grips with it
You're wasting time
As seconds tick
You're fucking up
Like a rocket prick
You're the rocking dick
You are well sick
You're facing up
Mister moan
You've had your go
You've spoken from your heart of mould
You paint you black
With your blue brush
You talk it real
About fucking up
Yo, someone else with a clear view
Could see there's not much wrong with you
You may take your time like the cow you are
But you make sweet milk with your guitar
It's just the way you are
You're a black hole star
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11. |
DERELICT PIPE
00:43
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Derelict Pipe
You burn my head
With your cigarette voice
With what you said
You took my choice
You take the piss
Out of my derelict pipe
I've got a beard of slime
But I brush up nice.
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12. |
KANSAS
00:58
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Kansas
I hope Kansas
Can suck me back to itself
I got no standards
Wizard killing himself
I got small shark eyes
In elephant skin
I don't know when to stop
I don't know how to begin.
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13. |
FELIX KUBIN'S SHOES
01:04
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14. |
THE GREAT BLACK WING
01:15
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The Great Black Wing
Back hurts
I heal poorly
Absolute failure noses towards me
like some tender little fish
Licence people
Constant threats
I'm old old blood
Too much, too much stuff
Need new values
Before the Great Black Wing
Smothers the sky.
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16. |
THE PERFECT DISASTER
00:51
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The Perfect Disaster
I'm gonna get bitter
Cos I know that I'm better
Oh I'm in the shitter
With my foot on the pedal
If I draw any comfort
I know I'm no dumbfuck
I've the power to alter
But it wouldn't be mine then.
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17. |
A DRUNK REVOLUTION
01:04
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A Drunk Revolution
Well they can take me outta here
They won't find me a place
They won't find me a home
They will cut my links with grace
They'll delete my delight
They'll rob me of the night
They'll flatten everything
They will limit when I sing
They do not understand
But I understand them man
They are fools in high places
With their fuckin' stupid faces
And If I could only think
I would find the words to sing
That would sing them in the dust
It feels as though I must
But it feels as though I can't
So please gimme a hand
Let's have a drunk revolution
It's stupidity in solution.
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18. |
WHEN YR TEN
01:09
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When Yr Ten
When yr ten
When yr ten
When yr ten
When yr ten
When yr ten years old and your bright young soul
Has just been freed or de-mysteried
And you've learnt to read
The whole world's book
Cos that's how it looks
To the genius
It was me and us
It was way back then
When yr ten
When yr ten
When yr ten
When yr ten
But on days like these my capilliaries
Have all burst to bleed
On my hangdog face
Like time's on skates
And so is space
I can't stand up straight
Like I used to then
When yr ten
When yr ten
When yr ten
When yr ten
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19. |
MY PRIVATE RIDICULE
01:09
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My Private Ridicule
You're talking my language
You're wearing my clothes
And physically you're similar
But there's something you don't know
Deep within my DNA
There's a space for a missing gene
It fulfils a useful function
Cos it's the one that kills your dreams
So I'm forced to wander
Like some dippy dancing jew
Or sit at my computer
In my private ridicule.
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20. |
NO-ONE CALLS ME ANYMORE
00:48
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No-one Calls Me Anymore
Hold your horses
Hold the line
I'll hold your hand
You hold mine
Run the sequence
Make the mix
Sound is just cement and bricks
Build the structure
Pop your gun
No-one can insure the sun
Meaning is the toy of fools
remember always break the rules
No-one calls me anymore
No-one calls me anymore
No-one calls me anymore
No-one calls me anymore.
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21. |
PEOPLE HID IN JUMPERS
00:42
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People Hid In Jumpers
Everywhere I go
It's the same old story
People hid in jumpers
Like they've never heard of glory
Like they don't have no business
To celebrate their brain
Like they might be individual
But they're much too much ashamed
Come on put a red shirt
Let's find you some blue shoes
It's not like you're in prison
And you've lost the right to choose
Come on little cousin
Let me lend you my weird hat
It won't turn you homosexual
Or anything like that.
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22. |
SEMO
02:13
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23. |
HUMAN HEART SYSTEM CHECK
01:24
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Human Heart System Check
Like a cautious tiger
It ain't the way but what
And the covert stylist
Won't make a lot
You have to have push
I think I said that once
I think I said the deed
For I'm no pushy cunt
There is no man-that-can
For my heart's bicycle
One day I'll get to B
And I won't know A at all.
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24. |
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An Indication Of The Tired Human Spirit
Homework boy the clock is laughing
Bad luck has fucked your life in passing
Standing in the playground
Smoking cold air
How did the past get all the way back there?
They talk the same language
In a different way
I have to readjust to what I missed when away
Wherever I go I will never fit in
I got a shy sore from where the new bit in
It's just an indication of the tired human spirit
When everything sounds like a Beck lyric.
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25. |
CAUGHT MYSELF OUT
01:17
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Caught Myself Out
This is a message from your passionate friend
Cos I feel like I'm nearing the end
Of conspiracy forgotten about
You know I think I just found myself out
I think I came down to earth with a bump
I came to give birth to the scum
Who think that life is too easy for words
Well I think that view is absurd
I think that life is a general thing
And I have to keep it simple to sing
I'm trash and I know that I am
And I should just chuck myself in the Cam
Like puke from reality's mouth
Cos I think I just caught myself out
Cos I think I just caught myself out
Yes I think I just caught myself out.
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26. |
HEY HOLLYWOOD
01:05
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Hey Hollywood
It takes a lot of drink
To keep a good man down
And I think
I'm falling down
You know the project stinks
I'm a sort of clown
I try and laugh
And they frown
Hey Hollywood
I'm over here
We have relationship
It's not clear.
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27. |
REVOLUTIONARY TROUSERS
03:31
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Revolutionary Trousers
I have been told
To sell my soul
But I'm too old
It wouldn't go
And I'm too young
My sense of fun
Is all but done
It's come and run
So what's the use
I'm out of juice
I worked it loose
What can I do
I watch the world
It makes me spin
I shut my eyes
The state it's in
I'm so depressed
When I get dressed
I show the world
It's in a mess.
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28. |
STOP THE WAR!
01:31
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Stop The War!
The days fall like waves
On the beach of my sorrow
Let's glue all my lies together tomorrow
This ritual killing of time is a crime
The sentence is death
It's a how not a why
Come on don't be silly
Pull your bits together
There's worse in the world
Than you, you mad feller.
You need three days off
Some fruit and a quiche
Let's just drop the war
And pick up the peace.
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29. |
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Curse The Calm Before The Storm
The image has been carefully framed
The authorship is not displayed
The gallery does not exist
The artist is a fantasist
The public have not been informed
In code the cops were phoned and warned
Their bumbling methods have been scorned
Oh curse the calm before the storm.
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30. |
WE DON'T LET GIRAFFES IN
00:53
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We Don't Let Giraffes In
End of the line
I ran out of time
Fool ran out of fuel
But you don't know nothing
But you might feel something
If they weigh your contribution
And Gabriel's lackeys laughing
We know you feel embittered
But we don't let giraffes in.
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Pete Um Cambridge, UK
"A master of the miniature electro-acoustic song-poem, a form he has more or less invented and crystallised himself, his
work displays a sardonic wit combined with a healthy misanthropy, in marvellous micro-collages of voice, instruments, samples, and electronics."
-Ergo Phizmiz
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