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When it happened he walked through all the estates, from
Manchester right to, er, Newcastle. In Darlington, helped an old man on his own chase some kids who fucking threw bricks through his flat window. He had a way with people like that. (Because of this) we moved on. 'Junior Choice' played one morning. The song was 'English Scheme.' Mine. They'd changed it with a grand piano and turned it into a love song. How they did it I don't know. DJs have worsened since the rising. Collaborating on nothing in praise of the track with words they can hardly pronounce in telephone voices. I was mad, and laughed at the same time. The West German government have brought over huge yellow trains on Teeside docks. In Edinburgh. I stayed on my own for a few days, wandering about in the, er, pissing rain, before the Queen Mother hit town. I'm Joe Totale The yet unborn son The North will rise again The North will rise again Not in 10,000 years Too many people cower to criminals And government crap The North will rise again X4 Look where you are Look where you are The future of my father Shift! Tony was a business friend Of RT, 17 And was an opportunist man Come, come hear my story How we set out to corrupt and destroy This future Rising The business friend came round today With teeth clenched, he grabbed my neck I threw him to the ground His blue shirt stained red The north will rise again. I said you are mistaken, friend I kicked him out of the home Too many people cower to criminals And that government pap When all it takes is hard slap Got out the window, a burglar wrote There were men with beads on sticks The fall had made them sick A man with butterflies on his face His brother threw acid in his face His tattoos were screwed The streets of Soho did reverberate With drunken Highland men Revenge for Culloden dead The North had rose again But it would turn out wrong The North will rise again So R. Totale dwells underground Will wait from cyclic grind With ostrich head-dress A face a mess, covered in feathers Orange-red with blue-black lines That draped down to his chest They are a tentacle mess And light blue pant-heads TV showed sham Chip and Dale No concept of what they mean The Arndale had been razed Shop staff knocked off their ladders Security guards up from the escalators And now darkness descends Tony seize the control He built his base in Edinburgh He had on his hotel wall A hooded friar on a tractor He took a bluey and called Totale Who said, "the North has rose again" But it will turn out wrong When I was in cavalry I vowed to defend All our English clergy Though they have gone wrong And the fall has begun This has gotten out of hand I will go for a foreign base But he told me off life down at home Said Totale, go back to bed The North has rose again today And you can't stop your age And you can't stop your age |
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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 |
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I'm totally wired.
Can't you see? I'm totally wired. Can't you see? My butterfly stomach growls growls I drank a jar of coffee Then I took some of these And now I'm totally wired. Life leaves you surprised. Slaps you in the eyes And I was a communist A rich man would bail me. The opposite applies. The morning light Another fresh fight Another row right right right right And I'm totally wired. You don't have to be weird to be wired You don't have to be an American to be strange You don't have to be strange to be strange You don't have to be weird to be weird. I'm totally wired. My heart and I agree. I'm always worried. |
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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. |
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I took a walk down West 11
I had to wade through 500 European punks In an off-license I rubbed up with some oiks* Who threw some change on the Asian counter And asked polite if that covered two lagers A hospital discharge asked me where he could crash Have you been to the English Deer Park? It's a large type artist ranch This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark Have you been to the English Deer Park? Spare a thought for the sleeping promo dept. They haven't had an idea in two years Dollars and deutchmarks keep the company on its feet Say have you ever have a chance to meet Fat Captain Beefheart imitators with zits? Who is the King Shag Corpse? Have you been to the English Deer Park? It's a large type minstrel ranch This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark Have you been to the English Deer Park? The young blackies get screwed up the worst They've gone over to the Hampstead house suss In the English system they implicitly trust See the A&R civil servants They get a sex thrill out of a sixteenth of Moroccan They get a sex thrill out of a sixteenth of Moroccan Have you been to the English Deer Park? It's a large type artist ranch This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark Have you been to the English Deer Park? Yes, dear chap, it hasn't changed that much It's still a subculture art-dealer jerk-off Yes, dear chap, it hasn't changed that much It's still a subculture art-dealer jerk-off Have you been to the English Deer Park? It's a large type minstrel ranch This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark Have you been to the English Deer Park? Have you been to the English Deer Park? It's a large type minstrel ranch This is where loads of punks congregate in the dark Have you been to the English Deer Park? Have you been to the English Deer Park? It's a large type minstrel ranch This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark Have you been to the English Deer Park? Hey tourist it wasn't quite like what you thought Hey Manchester group what wasn't what you thought Hey Scottish group that wasn't quite like what you thought Hey Manchester group that wasn't what you thought Hey Scottish group that wasn't quite like what you thought Quite like what you thought Hey Midlands, scooped yer, how d'you ever get the job? Hey Manchester group from it wasn't quite like what you thought Quite like what you thought Guess what Guess guess guess... Guess what |
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On the first floor of the dryout house
Was a replica dartboard And the man on the floor Sorta went out of window, over the lawn And round to the mad kid "Please take this medallion, Please wear this medallion. It's no sign of authority. Wear the gold and put it on" Courtesy winter (Winter) So (around the) mad kid Man on the first floor said "I just looked round I just looked round I just looked round "And my youth it was sold" Two white words frost the sky There fly krakens And sometimes, that little..... Makes me tremble Courtesy winter The mad kid had 4 lights, the average is 2.5 lights The mediocre has 2 lights, the sign of genius is three lights There's one light left, that's the one light That's the science law Courtesy winter |
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The evil is not in extremes
It's in the aftermath The middle mass After the fact Vulturous in the aftermath Summer close season A quiet dope and cider man But during the season Hard drug and cider mates The boy is like a tape loop The boy is like a uh-uh Not much contact Drinking, the men wait They are set at nought Because cripple states a holy state Because cripple states a holy state The Werhmacht never got in here The Werhmacht never got in here The Werhmacht never got in here The Werhmacht never got in here Thought it took us six years The werhmacht never got in here And living here you whisper, bub And living here you whisper, bub! This boy is like a tape loop And he has soft mitts But he's the last domain Of a very black, back room brain He learned a word today The word's misanthropy And he's running to and from The cats from tin pan alley And he's running with and from The cats from tin pan alley And going down the alley Take the cats from the alley Up to them The alley's full of cats from tin pan Come into the back room Brian And meet The middl mass The middl mass Vulturous in the aftermath Middl mass |
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Net cap. of 58 thousand pounds
They sweat on their way down Grey ports with customs bastards Hang around like clowns the Uh-containers and their drivers Bad indigestion Bad bowel retention Speed for their wages Suntan, torn short sleeves Look at a car park for two days Look at a grey port for two days Train line, stone and grey This is not their town Big cigars come out of the ground Sweat on their way down F. Jack's a distant relation Communists are just part time workers And there's no thanks From the loading bay ranks Look at a car park for two days Look at a grey port for two days Train line, stone and grey RO-RO roll on roll off The container drivers Speed for their wages Uh-containers Uh-and their drivers |
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Just take for instance
a time of great depression Fade out of reason bad time's in season Don't shut your heart out Don't cry your eyes out Don't cry for me, Mexico Or Savage Pencil I'm nearly healthy And they try to take my eyes out Friends try to work my soul out But I don't sing, I just shout Heavy clout, heart out Now here's a joke to cheer you up: Old times no surgeon Just magicians and dungeons There they take your heart out with a sharp knife It wasn't fake They had no anesthetic. That joke's pathetic. Just look at me Too much speed But very plain You're lucky, friend. You've got one to take out You know what I'm talking about! I don't sing I just shout All on one note. Sing, sing, sing, sing Look at me, I just ding Heart is out, out, it's out |
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