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You know by now the Lord lays hard trails
When you see that man outside in the bucketing rain You picture it in your cozy home. You think you've blown a fuse, Don't know how to react You don't know where it's at. And therein lies the difference, and therein.... (x3) They always say it comes in three and fours And that it never rains, it just pours... You think it's your fault And you curse the moon You go to the saloon And therein lies the difference, and therein... (x3) He turned the water into wine And he insisted that we eat swine And that's the sum of it Why don't you come to grips? Just take or leave it. And therein lies the difference, and therein... |
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Heeeey! hey! hey! hey!
Well everyone you meet, In the pubs and on the street Is touch sensitive. Don't frown and you're a creep If you smile you're a liar If you don't say it's bitter cold You're drunken, too. {hey! hey! hey! hey! .... hey! hey! hey! hey!} They say what about the money? But I think that I'm industry [in the street? ] I think they've got a bloody cheeck. I'm livin' in a pawnshop weekly [in delia's] What don't want a little kip Yeah! {they're touch sensitive.} {hey! hey! hey! hey!) Touch sensitive Old people worry about the milk But in the street they call you filth. Houses line up Volume tremors Pass down your barber till your carrot speaks Stand back and laugh. You are burstin' for a pee So you go behind a tree Two coppers followed safe That as will be the end The best thing is to stay home And have a wank. |
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Mes: modernity. moderninity, water lane 01715599 dream sat may tents and tomatoes at blackpool where jimmy bloomfield has been brought back to host jousts in moderninity. one of the many footbal
Unds that have been converted to hold this revived sport. Voice 1: from today and forthwith, jousts at moderninity Mes: joust in moderninity. charred landscape, watching the female bouts at the beginning on the tent bedecked terraces I exclaim out aloud it's too drafty in here, those girls will certain Tch their death of cold and shoved to left by bearded steward but every movement my companion catches reprimands me. I am completely deaf so cannot gauge my own voice volume. <at various speeds> The large tomatoes and gold and beige striped tents plunked on brand new soccer terracing seem to symbolise a clean shaven (city) new decadence. the lancashire northern western quarter had seeme Materialise overnight, it's citizens plump, voyeuristic. slowly they watch every movement by anybody or anything. I bless my uncanny ability to blend. my friend matthew is not so lucky, his wife Me at last from hospital. it is his first day out (in weeks) always energetic he too shouts and is obviously thought drunk, (borrowed/followed) a massive decrepit jaguar car. <tape cut> so Terracing seemed to symbolise a new clean shaven but chip greasy new decadence. the lancashire northern western quarter seemed to materialise overnight it's citizens plump, voyeuristic, slowly th Tch every movement. There is no reason to this. this makes new york look athenic. for lnwq read (romandy) for the east read sparta. |
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Generous, valeric, Jehovah's Witness
Stands in Cologne Marktplatz Drums come in When the drums come in fast Drums to shock, into brass evil What have you got in that paper bag? Is it a dose of Vitamin C? Ain't got no time for Western medicine I am Damo Suzuki The fuck-up like red acid rain Give it to me Daki every day Who is Mr. Karlheinz Stockhausen? Introduce me I'm Damo Suzuki Soundtracks, Soundtracks Melched together, the lights The lights above you Listener was in cahoots with Fritz Lieber And read him every day Recipe for fear gas, amount of salt ash I put by (cup of) meine fire, okay I have no time for Western medicine I am Damo Suzuki May we go back to days pre-Virgin Cannot get on clear vinyl The handle that was brass, is now brass evil The rock that was an egg, is in wrong cradle The hand that cradles the rock, makes egg gooey I am Damo Suzuki Is this west latent pattern? Run it, says Damo's spirit Is this lesser European? Speak it, says Damo's spirit I am Damo Suzuki |
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You know by now the Lord lays hard trails
When you see that man outside in the bucketing rain You picture it in your cozy home. You think you've blown a fuse, Don't know how to react You don't know where it's at. And therein lies the difference, and therein.... (x3) They always say it comes in three and fours And that it never rains, it just pours... You think it's your fault And you curse the moon You go to the saloon And therein lies the difference, and therein... (x3) He turned the water into wine And he insisted that we eat swine And that's the sum of it Why don't you come to grips? Just take or leave it. And therein lies the difference, and therein... |
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Heeeey! hey! hey! hey!
Well everyone you meet, In the pubs and on the street Is touch sensitive. Don't frown and you're a creep If you smile you're a liar If you don't say it's bitter cold You're drunken, too. {hey! hey! hey! hey! .... hey! hey! hey! hey!} They say what about the money? But I think that I'm industry [in the street? ] I think they've got a bloody cheeck. I'm livin' in a pawnshop weekly [in delia's] What don't want a little kip Yeah! {they're touch sensitive.} {hey! hey! hey! hey!) Touch sensitive Old people worry about the milk But in the street they call you filth. Houses line up Volume tremors Pass down your barber till your carrot speaks Stand back and laugh. You are burstin' for a pee So you go behind a tree Two coppers followed safe That as will be the end The best thing is to stay home And have a wank. |
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Mes: modernity. moderninity, water lane 01715599 dream sat may tents and tomatoes at blackpool where jimmy bloomfield has been brought back to host jousts in moderninity. one of the many footbal
Unds that have been converted to hold this revived sport. Voice 1: from today and forthwith, jousts at moderninity Mes: joust in moderninity. charred landscape, watching the female bouts at the beginning on the tent bedecked terraces I exclaim out aloud it's too drafty in here, those girls will certain Tch their death of cold and shoved to left by bearded steward but every movement my companion catches reprimands me. I am completely deaf so cannot gauge my own voice volume. <at various speeds> The large tomatoes and gold and beige striped tents plunked on brand new soccer terracing seem to symbolise a clean shaven (city) new decadence. the lancashire northern western quarter had seeme Materialise overnight, it's citizens plump, voyeuristic. slowly they watch every movement by anybody or anything. I bless my uncanny ability to blend. my friend matthew is not so lucky, his wife Me at last from hospital. it is his first day out (in weeks) always energetic he too shouts and is obviously thought drunk, (borrowed/followed) a massive decrepit jaguar car. <tape cut> so Terracing seemed to symbolise a new clean shaven but chip greasy new decadence. the lancashire northern western quarter seemed to materialise overnight it's citizens plump, voyeuristic, slowly th Tch every movement. There is no reason to this. this makes new york look athenic. for lnwq read (romandy) for the east read sparta. |
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Generous, valeric, Jehovah's Witness
Stands in Cologne Marktplatz Drums come in When the drums come in fast Drums to shock, into brass evil What have you got in that paper bag? Is it a dose of Vitamin C? Ain't got no time for Western medicine I am Damo Suzuki The fuck-up like red acid rain Give it to me Daki every day Who is Mr. Karlheinz Stockhausen? Introduce me I'm Damo Suzuki Soundtracks, Soundtracks Melched together, the lights The lights above you Listener was in cahoots with Fritz Lieber And read him every day Recipe for fear gas, amount of salt ash I put by (cup of) meine fire, okay I have no time for Western medicine I am Damo Suzuki May we go back to days pre-Virgin Cannot get on clear vinyl The handle that was brass, is now brass evil The rock that was an egg, is in wrong cradle The hand that cradles the rock, makes egg gooey I am Damo Suzuki Is this west latent pattern? Run it, says Damo's spirit Is this lesser European? Speak it, says Damo's spirit I am Damo Suzuki |
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Heeeey! hey! hey! hey!
Well everyone you meet, In the pubs and on the street Is touch sensitive. Don't frown and you're a creep If you smile you're a liar If you don't say it's bitter cold You're drunken, too. {hey! hey! hey! hey! .... hey! hey! hey! hey!} They say what about the money? But I think that I'm industry [in the street? ] I think they've got a bloody cheeck. I'm livin' in a pawnshop weekly [in delia's] What don't want a little kip Yeah! {they're touch sensitive.} {hey! hey! hey! hey!) Touch sensitive Old people worry about the milk But in the street they call you filth. Houses line up Volume tremors Pass down your barber till your carrot speaks Stand back and laugh. You are burstin' for a pee So you go behind a tree Two coppers followed safe That as will be the end The best thing is to stay home And have a wank. |
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We go two, twice all the way round those things
Two high ones, two low ones, yeah Right man Man stopped us at corner He had a bloody nose And then he opened his denim jacket It was under his vest made out of tracing paper Chest scars portrayed Aztec life in his horrible... ...formation really late. Main sequence stars were no good for making carbon in this way. Red giant stars... ...(surplayed). Disfigured in a lady, tedious Was over accountant's and on business Then I woke up and I decided to recommence my diary Then I read Paula Yates on vision cokeheads Then I found out we were not going to Italy Later Mam said 'Those continentals are little monkeys' And yesterday we has liver and sausage over And sometimes they say 'Hey Mark you're spoiling all the paintwork' And sometimes they say 'Your thumbprints are on the paintwork' Distractors, post-doctors behind come in Dressed in suits, grow talons Everyone clenched plaits horror And sometimes they say... And sometimes I feel like saying This is bloody Newark Or some drive-in slap place In Breda and in Cologne With the shirt (on/off) Sun in vicinity As if I hadn't done 10 month's service In the USA On media guts (It circles is) where I start And sometimes they say... And I think If I'd wanted to live in Holland And if I'd wanted to be lived in I'd have packed up and pissed off When I was 16 A (Swiss good ass/as/at) this lousy business Was the last thing I was ever imagining Hey Mark, why can't I live in England? (The end of shoes, all warehouse shoe/you've got Cheap new one, the target is too yahoo And take over all the desparate I'll take over discussion and ....humanely regular colours over... ...engineered oxidate zeppelin Old world style, old man only juke box caught All power jets on....spectacular facets) And sometimes they say.... Hey, you're fucking up the paintwork What is this thing they're so hard-assed about? I thought I lived in England |
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Heeeey! hey! hey! hey!
Well everyone you meet, In the pubs and on the street Is touch sensitive. Don't frown and you're a creep If you smile you're a liar If you don't say it's bitter cold You're drunken, too. {hey! hey! hey! hey! .... hey! hey! hey! hey!} They say what about the money? But I think that I'm industry [in the street? ] I think they've got a bloody cheeck. I'm livin' in a pawnshop weekly [in delia's] What don't want a little kip Yeah! {they're touch sensitive.} {hey! hey! hey! hey!) Touch sensitive Old people worry about the milk But in the street they call you filth. Houses line up Volume tremors Pass down your barber till your carrot speaks Stand back and laugh. You are burstin' for a pee So you go behind a tree Two coppers followed safe That as will be the end The best thing is to stay home And have a wank. |
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Generous, valeric, Jehovah's Witness
Stands in Cologne Marktplatz Drums come in When the drums come in fast Drums to shock, into brass evil What have you got in that paper bag? Is it a dose of Vitamin C? Ain't got no time for Western medicine I am Damo Suzuki The fuck-up like red acid rain Give it to me Daki every day Who is Mr. Karlheinz Stockhausen? Introduce me I'm Damo Suzuki Soundtracks, Soundtracks Melched together, the lights The lights above you Listener was in cahoots with Fritz Lieber And read him every day Recipe for fear gas, amount of salt ash I put by (cup of) meine fire, okay I have no time for Western medicine I am Damo Suzuki May we go back to days pre-Virgin Cannot get on clear vinyl The handle that was brass, is now brass evil The rock that was an egg, is in wrong cradle The hand that cradles the rock, makes egg gooey I am Damo Suzuki Is this west latent pattern? Run it, says Damo's spirit Is this lesser European? Speak it, says Damo's spirit I am Damo Suzuki |
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Heeeey! hey! hey! hey!
Well everyone you meet, In the pubs and on the street Is touch sensitive. Don't frown and you're a creep If you smile you're a liar If you don't say it's bitter cold You're drunken, too. {hey! hey! hey! hey! .... hey! hey! hey! hey!} They say what about the money? But I think that I'm industry [in the street? ] I think they've got a bloody cheeck. I'm livin' in a pawnshop weekly [in delia's] What don't want a little kip Yeah! {they're touch sensitive.} {hey! hey! hey! hey!) Touch sensitive Old people worry about the milk But in the street they call you filth. Houses line up Volume tremors Pass down your barber till your carrot speaks Stand back and laugh. You are burstin' for a pee So you go behind a tree Two coppers followed safe That as will be the end The best thing is to stay home And have a wank. |
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We go two, twice all the way round those things
Two high ones, two low ones, yeah Right man Man stopped us at corner He had a bloody nose And then he opened his denim jacket It was under his vest made out of tracing paper Chest scars portrayed Aztec life in his horrible... ...formation really late. Main sequence stars were no good for making carbon in this way. Red giant stars... ...(surplayed). Disfigured in a lady, tedious Was over accountant's and on business Then I woke up and I decided to recommence my diary Then I read Paula Yates on vision cokeheads Then I found out we were not going to Italy Later Mam said 'Those continentals are little monkeys' And yesterday we has liver and sausage over And sometimes they say 'Hey Mark you're spoiling all the paintwork' And sometimes they say 'Your thumbprints are on the paintwork' Distractors, post-doctors behind come in Dressed in suits, grow talons Everyone clenched plaits horror And sometimes they say... And sometimes I feel like saying This is bloody Newark Or some drive-in slap place In Breda and in Cologne With the shirt (on/off) Sun in vicinity As if I hadn't done 10 month's service In the USA On media guts (It circles is) where I start And sometimes they say... And I think If I'd wanted to live in Holland And if I'd wanted to be lived in I'd have packed up and pissed off When I was 16 A (Swiss good ass/as/at) this lousy business Was the last thing I was ever imagining Hey Mark, why can't I live in England? (The end of shoes, all warehouse shoe/you've got Cheap new one, the target is too yahoo And take over all the desparate I'll take over discussion and ....humanely regular colours over... ...engineered oxidate zeppelin Old world style, old man only juke box caught All power jets on....spectacular facets) And sometimes they say.... Hey, you're fucking up the paintwork What is this thing they're so hard-assed about? I thought I lived in England |
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You know by now the Lord lays hard trails
When you see that man outside in the bucketing rain You picture it in your cozy home. You think you've blown a fuse, Don't know how to react You don't know where it's at. And therein lies the difference, and therein.... (x3) They always say it comes in three and fours And that it never rains, it just pours... You think it's your fault And you curse the moon You go to the saloon And therein lies the difference, and therein... (x3) He turned the water into wine And he insisted that we eat swine And that's the sum of it Why don't you come to grips? Just take or leave it. And therein lies the difference, and therein... |
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