The Fall - Hip Priest And Kamerads (2002) by The Fall (보컬) on maniadb.com

Well I didn't eat the weekend
but I put the weight BACK ON
AGAIN
n 'our kid got back from MUNICH
he didn't LIKE IT MUCH

It just goes to show
No nerves left Monday Morning
and I think I'll cut mein Dyckhoff*
the trouble it got me in
went home to my SLUM
CANYON, on
my way I LOOKED UP, I
sawn Turrets of VICTORIAN
WEALTH
I saw John the ex-Fox
sleeping in some OUTSIDE BOGS
there's a silent rumble, in
the buildings of the night
council)

I HAD AN AWAKE DREAM, I
WAS IN THE SUPERVISION
DEPT, OF A BIG TOWN STORE,
SECURITY 1-4 (We had cameras
in the clothes dummies)
A Man came up to them, he
wanted sex in the dummies
eyes. Then came up the cry.

There is no culture is my brag,
Your taste for bullshit reveals a lust for a home of office
THIS IS THE HOME OF THE VAIN!
THIS IS THE HOME OF THE VAIN!
Where are the obligatory niggers?*
HEY THERE F**KFACE!!
HEY THERE F**KFACE!!
There are twelve people in the world
The rest are paste
THIS IS THE HOME OF THE VAIN!
THIS IS THE HOME OF THE VAIN!
I just left the Hotel Amnesia, I had to go there
Where it is I can't remember,
But now I can remember...now I can remember
HAFTA! HAFTA!
MESSAGE FOR YER! MESSAGE FOR YER!
Too much reliance on girl here
On girls here, behind every shell-actor
Snobbier Snobbier
Too much romantic here
I destroy romantics, actors,
Kill it!
Kill it!
KILL IT A !
KILL IT!
KILL IT A !
You won't find anything more ridiculous, than this new profile
razor unit, made with the highest British attention to the
wrong detail, become obsolete units surrounded by hail.
THE CLASSICAL!
THE CLASSICAL!
THE CLASSICAL!
HOTEL AGGRO!
MESSAGE FOR YER! MESSAGE FOR YER!
THE CLASSICAL!
POLEAXE A!..........one of the millenium of conspiracy,
Forever,
I know it means a lot of stomach gas,
I K N O W I T M E A N S A L O T O F S T O M A C H G A SSSSSS
I've never felt better in my life
I've never felt better in my life
POLEAXE A!
THE CLASSICAL!
Stomach gas
I've never felt better in my life
I've never felt better in my life
POLEAXE A!
Millenium of conspiracy
Play out Classical
I've never felt better in my life
Better in my life.... . . . . . . . . .
(* Allegedly this line cost the Fall a record contract with
Motown Records. ed.)

Two hours!
With four left wing kids
I spent time in Nazi Fortress
Much discussion in room C-H-1-O-C-H-11



I did not understand why
I could not accept the fact
that I'd accepted the contract
Much discussion in this institution
Much discussion in boiled beef and carrots
Room C-H-1-O-C-H-2-O-11



It was clear in the window eye
The brick outlined the blue sky
And I had to go round the gay graduates in the toilets
And Good King Harry was there



Much discussion in room C-H-1-O-C-H-2-O-11
Much discussion in room C-H-1-O-C-H-2-O-11

Do y'know what you look like
Before you go out?

But I say happy memories
Leave a bitter taste
I need a good brainwash agent
To cut out this present shout of:

Do y'know what you look like
Before you go out?

That's why you eat crap food
That's why nobody talks to you
That's why you messed up everything you do

Do y'know what you look like
Before you go out?
Look Know
Look

He was the first one to wear a flying jacket and go to a club
And she has the general policy of not being seen dead in a pub
Straight-leg jeans when she goes out
There's a microbe attached to their brains that itches
And gives a morning shout

Do y'know what you look like
Before you go out?

But I say happy memories leave a bitter taste
I got a prison in me
Our bodies weren't made for times like these
I always have a wash
And that's enough

Do y'know what you look like
Before you go out?

You gotta know what you look like nowadays
Before you go out
Or some existential crap will write about you
They say don't drink alcohol!
You gotta know what you look like, oh!
Before you go out
Know, look, look

But I say get it down yer neck
Ein beer
And I will you and you attack attack
Pure Satre food
Catchment club

Do y'know what you look like
Before you go out?

With all the fashions you filched off faggots
With all the fashions you filched off faggots

Do y'know what you look like
Before you go out?

Here's health!

He's not appreciated.
He's not appreciated.
He's not appreciated.



Drink a long draught, Dan,
for the Hip Priest.



I said drink the long draught, Dan,
for the Hip Priest!



He's not appreciated
He's not appreciated



White collar hits motorway services
It's the Hip Priest
From the eyes he can see, they know
It's the Hip Priest



He's not appreciated.



It's purple psychology.
Not just an old lady's.



That's hip hip hip hip hit hit hit Hip Priest



That's hip hip hip hip hit hit hit Hip Priest



And he's gonna make an appearance.
He's gonna make an appearance.



Was shown in a freakshow early on.
And drunk from small brown bottles since I was so long.



Cause I'm a Hip Priest
Cause I'm a Hip Priest
People only need me when they're down and gone to seed.
Cause I'm a Hip Priest.
Cause I'm a Hip Priest.



It's appreciation half won.
And they hate their allegiance to hip preacher one.
Hip Priest



I got my last clean dirty shirt outta the wardrobe
I got my last clean dirty shirt outta the wardrobe
And all the good people know



That's hip hip hip hip hit hit hit Hip Priest



All the young groups know
All the young groups know
They can't ever take advantage because I'm a Hip Priest.
I was as clean as a packet of chocolate treats.

(couple of lines - see hex induction hr)

That's hip hip hip hip hit hit hit Hip Priest



And if the good people knew they would say
He's not appreciated
He's not appreciated



So drink a long draught, Dan,
for the Hip Priest

Some people want stars in eyes
Some people want eyes in stars
They've been like that for years
They've been like that for years
I suspect they're just if if if
I just want room to live



There's a new club in town
Plenty of space to posy around
It's a copy of the Peppermint Lounge
(I'll stick around the center always
Even if it is run down.)
Some people wanna be joining the club
Thinks to be on the clientele is big.*
I just want room to live



Foreigners and Experts go in
And through my place
Turn my home into a museum
Like the murder squad
They scan the room
For the well of inspiration
They don't tolerate ordinary folk
and folk look at me strange
But I'll give them this at least:
They pay for what they eat
Visitors and peripherers never give
I just want room to live



Some people think happy is way to live
Some men want to cram up to women
I've been down that street before
It just makes meat out of the soul
There's a D.H.S.S. Volvo estate
Right outside my door
With a Moody Blues cassette on the dashboard
There's no hate to the point I give
I just want room to live



Violence is just waiting for its due



Some people want money around
You can tell, they're the ones that never buy a round
And some men want reporters with no wig
And some people cannot hold their drink
They've got to tell you what they think
And some men want reporters with no wig
I just want room to live

It's hard to live in the country
In the present state of things
Your body gets pulled right back
You get a terrible urge to drink



At three a.m.
The stick people recede
The locals get up your nose
And leather soles stick on cobble stones



It's hard to live in the country
It has a delicate ring
Nymphette new romantics come over the hill
It gets a bit depressing



Paper local
Drunken scandal
Publish your address as well
Locals surround where you dwell
Old ladies confiscate your gate railings
For government campaigns



Its tough in home country
Councils hold the ring
D. Bowie look-alikes
Permeate car parks
Grab the churches while you can
Portaloos
Yellow cabins by methodist doors
New Jersey car parks permeated by
D. Bowie sound-alikes



It's good to live in the country
You can get down to real thinking
Walk around look at geometric tracery
Hedgehogs skirt around your leathered soles
Fall down drunk on the road
It's good to live in the country



Look at yourself as a man
The valley rings with ice-cream vans
It's good to live in the country



Leather soles stick on precinct flagstones
Small up town Americas like your outskirt town



The villagers
Are surrounding the house
The locals have come for their due
It's hard to live in the country

Got eighteen months for espionage
Too much brandy for breakfast
And people tend to let you down
It's a swine.
Fantastic life



Dole penicillin to eastern ching plague-ridden
And one thing I have found
What you cast out will hit back
And a man will find he has to deny his
Fantastic life



Ours is not to look back
Ours is to continue the crack



Met a 54 year old dustbin man
And '48 he'd been in Jerusalem
Sold surplus oil to Arab fighters
For M-cocktails to burn Jewish terrorists
What a turn-up!
Fantastic life



Style's too easy to buy nowadays
And there's interference with the mail
And you just can't get out the words
Some people think if they had a job they'd be well
Now!
A fantastic lie!



The Siberian mushroom Santa
Was in fact Rasputin's brother
And he didst walk round Whitechapel
To further the religion of forgiven sin murder
Fantastic lie!



No lie, friend called David
He said he had a barney on Corporation Street
He said he told the policeman what he really thought
But knowing him I don't believe that crap
A Fantastic lie



And I just thought I'd tell you
And I just thought I'd tell you
About fantastic life



And I just thought I'd tell you
Some fantastic lies



And I just thought I'd tell you
And I just thought I'd tell you



I walked right (West) round Wakefield Jail
A fantastic life
And I just thought I'd tell you
And I just thought I'd tell you

The rabbit killer left his home for the club
And said goodbye to his infertile spouse
Carried air rifle and firm stock of wood
Carried night-site telescope light
A cemetery overlooked clough valley of mud
And the grave-keeper was out on his rounds
Yellow-white shirt buried in duffle coat hood
Keeping edges out with mosaic color stones
Jawbone and the air rifle
Who would think they would bring harm?
Jawbone and the air rifle
One is cursed and one is borne
The air rifle lets out a mis-placed shot
It smashed a chip off a valued tomb
Grave-keeper tending wreath-roots said
"Explain, move into the light of the moon"
"I thought you were rabbit prey, or a loose sex criminal"
Rifleman he say "Y'see I get no kicks anymore
From wife or children four
There's been no war for forty years
And getting drunk fills me with guilt
So after eight, I prowl the hills
Eleven o'clock, I'm too tired to f**k
Y'see I've been laid off work"
The grave-keeper said
"You're out of luck
And here is a jawbone caked in muck
Carries the germ of a curse
Of the Broken Brothers Pentacle Church
Formed on a Scotch island
To make you a bit of a man"
Jawbone and the air rifle
Who would think they would bring harm?
Jawbone and the air rifle
One is cursed and one is warm
The rabbit killer did not eat for a week
And no way he can look at meat
No bottle has he anymore
It could be his mangled teeth
He sees jawbones on the street
Advertisements become carnivores
And roadworkers turn into jawbones
And he has visions of islands, heavily covered in slime
The villagers dance round pre-fabs
And laugh through twisted mouths
Don't eat
It's disallowed
Suck on marrowbones and energy from the mainland
Jawbone and the air rifle
Who would think they would bring harm?
Jawbone and the air rifle
One is cursed and one is gone

Everywhere
Just no fucking respite for us here
Dream theatre
And this day
No matter what all who fills baskets
Or who's just there
The whole earth shudders

And this day
Seen from the bottom glass phut cig
Everywhere
Just no fucking respite for us here
Jim kidder
And this day
The old feelings came back
The surroundings were screaming on the road
And you even mistrust your own feelings
And this day
The old feelings came back
You show me the bloody poor bores
The surroundings were screaming on the roads
So you even mistrust your own feelings
A big basket full S-pub S-mart
And this day
The old feelings came back
Everywhere just no fucking respite for us here
Jim kidder
A big basket full S-pub S-Mart
A zero in the SS school bus lacks wages
Poetic justice
And this day
The old feelings came back
The surroundings were screaming on the roads
So you even mistrust your own feelings
And this day
As seen from a glass bottom phut cig
Everywhere
Just no fucking respite for us here
Jim kidder
Who are the translators?
In a Bl glandule area
And though the blades make presence felt
Like US football players
And this day
It will soon heal up
Everywhere
The surroundings were screaming on the roads
But I'll even blow my nose on last pound note
And this day
The old feelings came back
The surroundings were screaming on the roads
So you even mistrust your own feelings
Even god pays here
You can go all around Holland
Holland Europe
Youth continent
But it will soon come back
And this day
It will soon heal up
The surroundings were screaming on the roads
So you even mistrust your own feelings
And this day
I am right here
The fear and the awe
Medical thingy
And this day
Everywhere just
no fucking respite for us here
Jim kidder
Everywhere
Just no fucking respite for us here
Jim kidder
And this day
Who are the translators?
Everywhere
Just no fucking respite for us here
Guaranteed by god
Rosso rosso
And this day
The old feelings came back
Everywhere
And this day

Who are the translators? Who are the empirical leeches?
Who
Who
Classical
Smart organic brain bank
Multiplexes
Who are the transistors?
Who are the numerical leeches?
Brain bank
It's clear when every lie disturbs
Makes you jump
Everywhere
Just no fucking respite
Us here Jim kidder
Your friends are dust
They're in bits
They're dust
Dusty friends
I cannot account
For this village
Turned me into a nigger
Space dusty clock drove me
To this village