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R.O.D. [top of page]
It's approaching
Hide hide, all good people hang out for a result
The Northerns
Rare stone
DKTR FAUSTUS [top of page]
(parts in [ ] are Brix)
SHOULDER PADS 1# [top of page]
All these fads
On New Year's Dawn
My powers
Was embarrassed but stuck with them
It was like being back at school
My powers before them resound
Win populace, internal defeat
Was a clown in victim hat
Then my powers did return....
MR PHARMACIST [top of page]
Mr Pharmacist
Dear Pharmacist won't you please
Hey Mr Pharmacist
Dear Pharmacist use your mind
Hey Mr Pharmacist
Dear Pharmacist I'll be back
GROSS CHAPEL - GB GRENADIERS [top of page]
Porterage down
Porterage down
One woke up to a whitewashed ugly wall - whoosh!
They're embracing criminals in panicky hall
I'll put you down
I'll put you down
You were right said Peter
Porterage down
Whene'er we are commanded
I'll put you down
LIVING TOO LATE [top of page]
Crow's feet are ingrained on my face
Sleepless, in-control spleen
I saw through the trees
Finally going through old parasite gate
Sometimes life is like a new bar
Once talking was my favourite while
The daylight
I see trouble on the streets
They say them cellars [were't even/were evil] black
US 80'S-90'S [top of page]
Had a run-in with Boston Immigration
No beer
The cops are tops
Welcome to the 80s 90s
I'm the big-shot original rapper
Welcome to the US 80s 90s
No beer
Like cones of silence
Welcome to the US 80s and 90s
Kentucky dead keep pouring down
Cast aside over-inflation theory of the panic insists
TERRY WAITE SEZ [top of page]
Terry Waite Sez
Terry Waite Sez
He plans but they won't let him in
Terry Waite Sez
BOURNEMOUTH RUNNER [top of page]
Consumed with premonition
But then I took a chase after the Bournemouth Runner!
Bournemouth Runner!
Bournemouth Runner!
Was chilled to the bone
Bournemouth Runner!
Bournemouth Runner!
Took away our guiding light
Our backdrop was friendly, heavy
Bournemouth Runner!
Should've known better
Bournemouth Runner!
Have to buy a new one.......
RIDDLER! [top of page]
Say! Mmmmmm-uuuaahhh
Monday night at operation control
My first is in car
[Fly that over space beam]
And round my way the people still do say
My second is in..
Zoooooooom!
Say! Mmmmmm
And round my way the people still do say
Third: slopes
Round my way the people still do say
And even now kids round our place say
SHOULDER PADS 2# [top of page]
Knew I was right all along
Was I - victim in clown hat?
Then my powers did return....
Watch out!
It's MES in shoulder pads
My powers none
Said a twisted chill, flashes pan
Big fit deal for mothers of fads
You'd better
Holding ankles
AUTO TECH PILOT [top of page]
Last night I heard 3 real loud ricochets
And I really think this computer thing is getting out of hand
(Track is deserted
Isn't gonna land
HEY! LUCIANI [top of page]
Aborteum.
They made out you were are an ultra nut
Hey Luciani
They said you were of peasant stock
Hey Luciani
You were the first John Paul I
And all the cowls are black
Note: [1] Italian version of an American Corporation or a British Limited Liability Company
NOTES [top of page]
The songs above are from the CD tracklisting, which comprised the original vinyl album plus the A & a B side from the single Living Too Late. Hey! Luciani was on the US version of the album.
600 pounds gas and flesh
Robes in tatters
It's approaching
Lips and tongue abhorrent
Flickering lexicon
Or a stray dog pack leader
Hide dive hide, reasonable people in silence do exult
Realm of dusk
Look at the North ones
Their brains are unhinged by the sun
Our faces are rare stone
It comes to take them
Move out the armies
[Yeah... yeah...]
Doctor Faustus
Horseshoes splacking
Swallows hay cart, cart horse
Of the peasants blocking his path
[Yeah...]
Doctor Faustus
Power showing
Spits out hay cart, cart horse hay and box [yeah]
Outside the gates of the town of Anholt
... part...
[Had your chances... you've had your chance
You've had your chances... you've had your chance
Yeah....]
Doctor Faustus
At the court of the Count
Made fruits exotic pleasure-licious
Appear behind curtains in Winter
[Banana... apple... plum]
Faustus [exotic fruits]
At the court of the decadent Count [yeah]
Made animals from sunny lands appear [banana]
In the sparse gardens
[Strawberries... exotic fruits
Had your chances... you've had your chance
You've had your chances... you've had your chance
Banana]
Doctor Faustus [Yeah]
Horseshoes splacking
Swallows hay cart, cart horse [cherry]
Hay and box [cherry]
Of the peasants blocking his path [banana]
Had to leave (apples... cherries)
His drinking student friends (exotic fruits)
[Doctor Faustus... Doctor Faustus]
(? MES quiet background vox])
[Yeah... exotic fruits... strawberry
Doctor Faustus... Doctor Faustus
Had your chances... you've had your chance
Had your chances... you've had your chance
Had your chances... you've had your chance
Had your chances... you've had your chance]
There's a blood silhouette through the ceiling sky
There's a blood silhouette through the ceiling sky
There's a blood silhouette through the ceiling sky
There's a blood silhouette through the ceiling sky
[Banana]
Had your chance... you've had your chances [banana]
[There's a blood silhouette through the ceiling sky]
Had your chance [banana]
There's a blood silhouette through the ceiling sky / [you've had your chance]
[Doctor Faustus, Doctor Faustus]
(?)
[Banana]
[There's a blood silhouette through the ceiling sky
There's a blood silhouette through the ceiling sky
Banana]
[Doctor Faustus
Had your chance
Banana
Had your chances
Banana
There's a blood silhouette through the ceiling sky
Banana]
It's shoulder pads
To my surprise
All the Macca lads stayed at home
Picking antiques
Encloses
Cosy fleck with green bits
Main undercurrent, white spermatoze
Against them, half-useless
My senses
Alive have party
Walked, at shoulder, down the street, ridicule
They couldn't tell Lou Reed from Doug Yule
Suppressed hate romance
My powers heard language, two-time doom
Their mob had a coup d'etat
Realize what they'd always wanted
Knew I was right all along
It wasn't then a Beatles song
Superhero in harlequin kecks
Dim-wit lecture, half read
Cursing black singers ten years dead
Was shouldered and spurned
Can you help me out today
In your usual lovely way
Oh Mr Pharmacist I insist
That you give me some of that vitamin C
Mr Pharmacist
Give me some energy
Mr Pharmacist
I'll recommend you to my friends
They'll be happy in the end
Mr Pharmacist can you help
Send me on a 'delic kick
Mr Pharmacist
You better stock me up for the wintertime
Mr Pharmacist
Words cannot express
Feeling I suggest
Oh Mr Pharmacist I can plead
Gimme some of that powder I need
Mr Pharmacist
With a handful of empty sack
Mr Pharmacist
The dark gross chapel
He stepped streets around now
Sales person mobile
Dark gross chapel
He stepped streets around now
Was introduced by a woman loose-limbed, slim
Made worse by dirty postcards
Trapped in their town
No temper for Fall group
Porterage down
To the dark gross chapel
He stepped streets around now
Sales-person, mobile
To the gross chapel
Dying for a smoke
But you shouldn't have said to the police
Jobs I do are little things
Like the chemist coming on insulted
They were as fed up as I was
Waiting outside after putting blame on you
Ask him! I am ailing
Porterage down
Then let us fill a bumper,
And drink a health to those
Who carry caps and pouches,
And wear the louped clothes.
May they and their commanders
Live happy all their years
To storm the palisades
Our leaders march with fusees,
And we with hand grenades.
We throw them from the glacis,
About the enemies' ears.
Sing tow, row, row, row, row, row,
For the British Grenadiers.
And I'm living too late
Try to wash the black off my face, but it's ingrained
And I'm living too late
Agreed ace family
Must have stump tripod in the genes
I'm immune to things
In my dreams
O'er the poison river locks
Talk treacherous would beat
But still my heart it is rock
But there's a 24-hour clock watch
And I'm living too late
Think
Plastic seats, beer below par
Food with no taste, music grates
I'm living too late
But now I know a conversation's end
Before it's done
Maybe I'm living too long
Fearing catastrophe to meet
Walk down the devil's boulevard
But still my heart is hard
But I know they're wrong
Think it's one
Been
Living Too Long
And to my name had an aversion
Nervous droplets
Due to sleeping tablets
No cigarettes
Slam, spikes, gin, cigarettes
Beer in ban
Welcome to US 80s 90s
But it's time for me to get off this crapper
No cigarettes
Spikes, gin, cigarettes
Whisky
Like 50s, 1890s
By death stadium
No more amused dressing room
My ambition, but one chance in three million Jack
Like cones of silence
Welcome to the US 80s 90s
Look at page 19, small column, lower right-hand side
Welcome to the 1980s
Terry Waite Sez
Terry Waite Sez
Give us a ring, give us a ring kid
Mister Big
Sounding sour and frustrated
With the pressure of his own life.
Terry Waite Sez
What are those trees
Painted white jobs
Silvered something
Silvered something
50 plus
Out to heal provincial pus
Let the real reverend walk
He says and does
Terry Waite!
Of trouble on horizon
By my remarks I was certain
I was destined persecution
Bournemouth Runner!
C-c-could dare
Bournemouth Runner!
First night
He was a Bournemouth Runner!
Didn't get far
Bournemouth Runner!
First night
Bournemouth Runner!
But the second night
He got away with our guiding light
At 8am
On a Bournemouth morn
There was a drum deck
Outside [Route/room] 51
Two nights before
Bristol ball
A runner took backdrop, exit hall
Raced a couple of hundred yards
Bournemouth Runner!
Barman clipped his ears
Bournemouth Runner!
Spitted and shifted
Bournemouth Runner!
Backdrop dissipated
Bournemouth Runner!
He was the Bournemouth Runner!
How could we now it was the Bournemouth Runner?
Raced a couple of hundred yards
Bournemouth Runner!
Barman clipped his ears
Bournemouth Runner!
Spitted and shifted
Bournemouth Runner!
Backdrop dissipated
Bournemouth Runner!
He was the Bournemouth Runner!
Often it would rumble into hotel
And partake with us
In diluted drink and dogmeat
Of RAC recommended hostelry
Shifted and twisted
Bournemouth Runner!
On beach sand sifted
Bournemouth Runner!
In the best home
Bournemouth Runner!
Locks picked
Bournemouth Runner!
Than to underrate
Bournemouth sucker
Took away our guiding light
Calendar
Bournemouth Runner!
I'v forgotten the date
Bournemouth Runner!
No plot
Bournemouth Runner!
You're welcome
Bournemouth Runner!
It was coated in poison
Bournemouth Runner!
Say! Mmmmmm-uuuaaaah
Say! Mmmmmm--uuuaaaah
I sat facing rows of monitor mountains
Mind control
Life control
Operation mind control
I'm easily bought, but still always short
Ridd-ler
Ridd-ler
And round these parts the people still impart
Riddler!
Say! Mmmmmm
Riddler!
Round these parts the people still impart
Ridd-ler
Ridd-ler
Fourth: [inverting within]
Riddler
And round these parts the people still exclaim
Ridd-ler
Riddler
Rock to Them, a Talking Heads album
Superhero in harlequin kecks
Dim-wit lecture, half read
Was I - nearly turned
Makers of fads
Powers, said Batman
It's MES in shoulder pads
It's MES in shoulder pads
Line that bottom line
Against that different clan
Rotten kecks
It's MES in shoulder pads
From the police tech center at the top of my street
And then the morning after, brass band in unison
Jumping, shouting, all 3000
Meanwhile I've been broke in twice
And had a maniac at door, swearing, 12:05 AM
And I think this tech pilot isn't going to land
Three quarters of mail destined for beer
Time to put an end, to the extend
All the bump men
Time we cake this
Compute garbage in, garbage out
And time to put a cap on this
With a brain, nice habit
And I'm thinkin of...
All securities run forth of the perverted)
On its purgatory band
Auto tech pilot
Isn't gonna land
Jet isn't gonna land
Troll the instant pilot
Auto tech pilot
Isn't gonna land
I said Luciani
The future's here today
I said Hey Luciani
Pope of three three days
And had no time for your Christianity
You paid with your life for their treachery
The future's here today
The future's here to stay
Luciani
Jesus has gone away
I said Hey Luciani
Meet the Church, Bank, S.A. [1]
And one day the curia murdered you
Your hermeneutics are through
And on that fruited plain
The corporate bishop's graze
Exit church of poverty and pain
The future's here today
The future's here to stay
A pop star in your cell
I said Hey Luciani
A Polish son of Hell
How is it your 'Christian' is gone?
Can you see it from your grave?
The TV snow-storm on top,
The brass Holy Grail
Imitation for sale
The future's here today
Luciani
On an inquisition rack
The future's here today
The future's here to stay
Luciani