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FRENZ [top of page]
My friends
My friends don't add up to one hand,
My friends don't count up to one hand,
Tell ya 'bout my friends.
(Do you count them?)
(How many are there?)
CARRY BAG MAN [top of page]
I'm in love with the Carrier Bag Man
I've no time to sit comfortable down
I am the Carrier Bag Man
I don't make waves, I hide bags in graves
I am Carrier Bag Man
[megaphone rant]
When in town I keep head down
Coz I am Carrier Bag Man.
GET A HOTEL [top of page]
Get a hotel today.
VICTORIA [top of page]
It was bad, called obscene
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria
I was born, lucky me
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria
Canada to India
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria
ATHLETE CURED [top of page]
Look under
From the hotbed of creation
The German athletic star was continually ill.
A solution was only discovered by my closely
But on returning from his clerical job, Gert
I also discovered that Gert would turn his engine
Look under.
Obtaining a new parking space for Gert's motor-car, athletic star soon
Look under.
Look under.
From certain facts you have to go on and further
etc..
IN THESE TIMES [top of page]
A flat season - vision gone
In These TIMES - Meeowww
In these times;
A Man down South, he did go out and he did kill fifteen
In These Times - Universal Tepid
Diluted Jesuits pour out of mutual walkmans
In This Time - If That's it I'm leaving
I often hope in days ahead my gossamer front gates,
In These Times - Spectral Filter
In These Times - I picture framed pre-teen rap gangs,
A first season - vision gone
THE STEAK PLACE [top of page]
Head down
Fool of the Commonwealth drove down there,
The steak place.
Cheap carpet lines the way
The steak place (x2)
The steak place (x2)
I wanna stay here,
Head down
I'd stop the automation,
The steak place (x2)
The steak place.
I wanna stay here,
(Bad song)
BREMEN NACHT [top of page]
Something happened in Bremen, I know
Underlining my usual timing
Was first ashamed at bruise on wrist
Ich rausum mach aus bremen nacht
Ich rausum mach das bremen nacht
Ic-raus-Mach-Schnell aus das bremen nicht
Ich-aus Schnell mach sas bremen nacht
Ich Mach Schnell pack und aus das bremen nacht
Ich raus schnell mach von bremen nacht [1]
The child's four-fingered bruises on my hip
Right through Bremen Nacht
Ich rausum mach aus bremen nacht
Thank God skin-patch is nearly gone
That's one night I didna put jackboots on
And it will be a long long long time gone
Note: [1] These phrases are corrupted German for approximately "I must quickly leave the Night of Bremen!"
GUEST INFORMANT (EXCERPT) [top of page]
[see below]
OSWALD DEFENSE LAWYER [top of page]
How could he cope with the flashing-by past [/flash in my past]?
Oswald Defense Lawyer
How do you think that jury made up of putrid mass
Decent lawyer fishes in buckskin hat
He's liberal and insane,
Oswald Defense Lawyer
Note: [1] In an interview in New Musical Express, Mark E Smith said this was "stuffed corpse" but it's not that on the album
TUFF LIFE BOOGIE [top of page]
You let me down again
All you ever say
GUEST INFORMANT [top of page]
Baghdad/Space Cog/Analyst [1]
Guest informant, guest informant
I've been split on, I've been touted on,
Baghdad/Space Cog/Analyst.
I could not comprehend, I could not understand
Note: [1] This line is a topic of much contention. Sean Russell advised on 14 February 1996: "I wrote to Cog Sinister with a pile of questions, one of them being what the hell Brix was saying [in "Guest Informant"]. Lucy [Rimmer] wrote back and said she asked Brix, who said the phrase was "Baghdad/Space Cog/Analyst"
TWISTER [top of page]
The magnificent structure straddled the river
Twister
From me in Hampstead he received a letter
Twister
The train from London on day of lunacy
Twister
([MES in background:
Twister
THERE'S A GHOST IN MY HOUSE [top of page]
There's a ghost in my house
Note: [1] According to the book Paintwork: "Smith wrapped his entire body around the line 'there's a spectre in my heart' and somehow managed to anglicize the entire song by substituting 'tea' for 'coffee' so that the tortured lover now instead of looking down in his coffee cup, looked down in his tea cup. Subtle but effective."
HIT THE NORTH [top of page]
Hit the North
From the back third eye psyche, the reflected mirror of delirium,
NOTES [top of page]
The songs above are from the CD tracklisting, which comprised the original vinyl album plus A & B sides from singles issued around the time of the album.
Gonna tell you about my friends:
My friends ain't enough for one hand,
My friends ain't enough for one hand,
My friends don't amount to one hand,
One hand.
My friends don't amount to one hand,
One hand.
Tell ya 'bout my friends. (Why do you count them?)
My friends cannot count on one hand.
My friends don't amount to one hand.
My friends don't add up to one hand,
My friends don't count up to hand.
Tell ya 'bout my friends.
My friends don't amount to one hand,
My friends don't count up to one hand,
One hand.
Tell ya 'bout my friends.
I love the Carrier Bag Man X2
Carrier bags strewn all around the room
Ah, the Carrier Bag Man-- I am him
Coz I am the Carrier Bag Man -- I am the carrier bag man
But I still need armchairs round my home
To put carrier bags on
Carry a bag man!
No cash is earned straight nowadays anyways
Please all you onlookers understand
So make gangway for Carrier Bag Man
Kneel on the croft when the mariah comes round
Fat-assed workmen, I scurry around
There's few good places to hide bags behind
Carry a bag man!
Go get a hotel today.
Go get a hotel today.
Before the idea slips away,
Get a hotel.
Go get a hotel today.
That was the first question raised,
There was a question raised.
Get a hotel
Wanna get in (x2)
But this is not the place to bring it up
Go get a hotel today(x2)
Before the bike siren calls
Times running
Like butter dissolving
Times running, time dissolving,
Times running melting
Times running passing
Its running passing.
Get a hotel today (x2)
She says get a hotel
Ne'er do well
Get a hotel (x2)
Before the bike siren calls
And the horn siren yells
It says
Get a hotel (x2)
You better
Go get a hotel today (x2)
Times running
Times running passing
Times running,
Times running,
It's running it's passing
Like butter melting
Times running, passing, it's running passing
Like flesh cut melting
It's running it's passing times running it's passing dissolving,
I was eating gravel when two cars put in. (x2)
Headlights dousing,
Broken warehouse;
I just got out
Dirt inhaled
The cinders told me,
Ya shoulda got a hotel.
Go get a hotel today. x2
Before the bike siren calls.
And the blood-curdlers yell.
Go get a hotel today.
All thugs use the Burton ploy;
The Lord acts
Around my appeal.
He says get a hotel.
Shoulda!
Go get a hotel today.
Get a hotel.
A little voice yells
should of got a hotel.
Get a hotel.
Go a hotel today.
Get a hotel,
Get a hotel.
And the rich were so mean
Stately homes for the Lords
Golden lawns, village green
Victoria was my queen
In the land that I love
Though I'm poor, I am free
When I go I shall fight
For this land I willl die
Let her sun never set on
Australia to Cornwall
Singapore to Hong Kong
From the West to the East
From the rich to the poor
Victoria loved them all
Look under
in dreamstate.
The cure, bulletin, zeitung
Was in no pill.
Look under.
The cure was in no pill.
For months doctors were puzzled.
The star would complain of the smell in his room.
On visiting him this was found to be true.
An odor resembling hot-dogs permeated the whole bedroom.
watching his brother Gert.
Gert was handsome, well-meaning, but slightly a careless type.
Not malicious, I hope you understand and grasp.
No chance.
would park his Volkswagen at the end of the day
willy-nilly in the driveway, usually the wrong way round,
so that the exhaust fumes would flow upwards right through
the open windows of the athletic star's upstairs bedroom.
(carburettor)
over for up to an hour. I don't know why.
Citizens in my street are also
partial to this.
The cure was in no pill.
recovered.
Unfortunately, this being East Germany,
Gert patriotically volunteered to be sent on a labor
beautification course of the countryside north-west of Dresden.
And never seen again.
And never seen again.
The cure was in no pill.
Had to look under the window sill.
The window sill.
The cure was in no pill.
Had to look under the window sill.
The window sill.
and often it is better to go around or look under.
the windowsill
etc..
Picture frame it, and say so long;
My Aqua-cat is where it's at and new to mammal range
Buy you know it would never suit, territories Alpine
In These Times - Fishcat Mother
In This Time - Spectral Filter
In These Times - A Feline Nutter
What the papers could not grasp or work out, was his life
in a Flea brain;
In These Times - Stagnant Mind
In This Time - And in these times
These Times - They're both the same
From Elland Road to Venice Pensions and down
the Autobahns;
In These Times - Leave this planet fast
In These Times - It affects my sleeping
In This Time - My dreams are one to miss
Ones to be avoiding
In times like this
will keep out the trash in which my psychic streets' emershed;
In These Times - In Your Midst
In These Times - This song's a belter
In This Time - For times like this
with alsatians, Scapa flow steel became
inexpensive
Picture frame it - and say so long
They say 'Give up Buster' - Cram it down
But I grow stronger, and break their Midszzzzzzzz
Head down
Head, head, head down.
Down turnpike;
Desperate for food desperate for respite.
The steak place
Aluminium tack door handles
Candelabra lions head
Via butchers display too.
Via a carcass row
Things are brought forward and eaten,
I see the corners filled with hitmen,
Two young lawyers they are whispering, in
I don't wanna go anywhere,
I could remain here,
Head down
Head down
Head, head, head down
The steak place (x2)
I'd sit behind dusty lace,
I have a word with hitmen,
I give off a beatific face.
From New York City run screaming,
Into New England states,
Combined a man not should have to do this,
A man should not use his fist in
The steak place.
I don't wanna go anywhere,
I shall remain here.
Something I don't want to
Something under the ceiling muttered
Something in its steel shutters
Aligning casual set-list
And it aligned?
Knowing where right room is
I was more than usual pissed
Was then annoyed at skin-patch on back
Then I did myself acquit
On Bremen Nacht
Ich leave real quick das Bremen Nacht
Meant I had been one day possessed
Right on to Bremen Tag
The sunlit Bremen day
By Tonsillitis size train station Hof
Could only in one way fail to impress
This on drinks door I did lay
I had been one day possessed
And the impress of fingers dead
Have disappeared and left me alone
Don't want to end reflection
It's still there, though I am gone
before my spirit will in accident
go back and come from Bremen Nacht
go back and come from Bremen Nacht
Through my vid-earphone amp I had to tap
I relate the tract
Oswald Defense Lawyer
Embraces the scruffed corpse [1] of the Mark Twain
Oswald Defense Lawyer
Embraced theory of triangle bullet lines
Turning in circles twice,
Then incredible, marvelous, exiting back of mind?
And Oswald's Defense Lawyer
Embraces scruffed corpse of Mark Twain
Oswald Defense Lawyer
Embraces scruffed corpse of Walt Whitman
Oswald Defense Lawyer
Embraces the scruffed corpse of Mark Twain
Raccoons drown beneath his embarking mass
When he sees CIA shit flying over head fast
Goody goody looks up
In cloudless sky enhancing theory of zig-zag bulletline
Oswald Defense Lawyer
Embraces the scruffed corpse of the Mark Twain
He caught the good news horse
His opposite is vain
The cardboard fake in the witness stand
He's got an interview in Spin magazine
He loves the magazine
His mouth is in his brain
The prosecution lawyer
Turns himself to butter
Oswald Defense Lawyer
Embraces the scruffed corpse of Walt Whitman
Cheap rifle photo touched up
Drawn on sky
Oswald's head added on a commie tie
While Oswald Defense Lawyer
Embraces the scuffed corpse of Mark Twain
And then your goth, slag brain says
Tuff life yeah baby! X8
Is round revival boogie
It's a revival boogie
It's a
It's a small flat baby
Tuff life yeah baby!
Tuff life yeah baby!
All you ever need
Tuff life yeah baby! X4
With the balding man
You went to the Netherlands
And with a pernicious refrain
You return and say the same
Give it to me baby one more time X5
You forever say
Tuff life yeah baby!
Tuff life yeah baby!
You'll never guess who informed
It was Craig and Steve
The stool pigeons, cha-cha-cha-cha...
Guest informant, guest informant
I followed the colonel to the cheap hotel,
I tapped the beds
I wired the phones as well,
Colonel Boggs Maroley was his mantle
Had not counted on
I had not counted on
Guest Informant, guest informant
I had not counted on Guest Informant
In the burning scorch of another Sunday over
The miserable Scottish hotel,
Resembled a Genesis or Marillion, 1973 LP cover
All the hotel staff had been dismissed,
It was me, the Hoover, and the O. A. P.s
Asked: Could he turn killer?
Thought: could I kill him?
Pondered: Or is he itinerant?
But I guess he's just a cog analyst
Guest informant, guest informant
Had not counted on, I had not counted all
Guest informant, guest informant
I've been split by a first-grade moron
And I had not counted on, I had not counted on
Guest informant, guest informant
Guest informant, guest informant
I've been let down, by a first-grade moron
And I could not comprehend
Had not counted on
Guest informant, guest informant
As I dictated my autobiography to my biographer
When I heard this tune
My title was "Renegade Genius"
But was interrupted much too soon
Was interrupted much too soon
I received this line
I headed it "Dear Twister"
Up from West Hampstead I visited Keswick
On permission from the guard
I begun like this but could not continue it
When I heard this tune
(It begun like this but could not continue it)
My ears were burned
By this tune
My head swooned
By this tune
Was packed with innocents
Children tended by walkman'd parents
Cretins auditioning
For non-existent parts on TV One
The train was a tube
Within the crushing beauty of the countryside
On the London-Keswick run
My head burned...burned...da da da da..my ears burned..
countryside has sold out..countryside...cheap phone calls home...
accent all around..cheap phone calls...ramble..grinning...
normally..rambled...in my ear hole...was day of lunacy..some things
like...explosives..of pages turned..shadows..massive fucking noises...pop
stars.. heh heh hackles...try mystic meg..twister...rustic town...
twister)
The ghost of your memory
The ghost of the love that was took from me
Our love used to be
Only shadows in the past I see
Times can't seem to've erased
The vision of your smiling face
Dead flowers I sent thee
I can't get over ye
There's a ghost in my house
I can't hide (ghost in my house)
For the ghost of your love is inside (ghost in my house)
Keeps on haunting me (ghost in my house)
Just keeps on becalling me (ghost in my house)
Down in my tea cup [1]
I see your face looking up
Sitting in my easy chair
I feel your fingers running through my hair
Though we're far apart
Your spectre's in my heart
There's a ghost in my house
I can't hide (ghost in my house)
For the ghost of your love is inside (ghost in my house)
Keeps on haunting me (ghost in my house)
Still just a part of me (ghost in my house)
By the way I hang my head
You can see I'm afraid
Thought my heart knows you're gone
My mind keeps rolling on
There's a ghost in my house
I can't hide
In my house I am helpless
[?] practice superstitious
I hear footsteps on the stairs
I know there's no-one there
Keeps on haunting me
Keeps on haunting me
There's a ghost in my house
A ghost of your memory
A ghost of the love that was took from me
Ghost in my house (to fade)
My Cat says eeeee-ack
Hit the North
95% of [hayseeds or corn-pone], guaranteed
Computers infest the hotels
Cops can't catch criminals
But what the heck, they're not too bad, they talk to God
Religioussssss
Hit the North
Manacled to the city, manacled to the city
All estate agents alive yell down nights in hysterical breath
Those Northern lights... so pretty
Those big big big wide streets
Those useless MPs
Savages...
Hit the North (Manacled to the system)
Eastender and Victoria's lager, the induced call,
mysterious,
comes
forth - Hit the North
(Savages)
Hit the North