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THE CLASSICAL [top of page]
There is no culture is my brag,
Note: [1] This line allegedly cost the Fall a record contract with
Motown Records
JAWBONE AND THE AIR-RIFLE [top of page]
The rabbit killer left his home for the clough
A cemetery overlooked clough valley of mud
Jawbone and the air rifle
The air rifle lets out a mis-placed shot
"I thought you were rabbit prey, or a loose sex criminal"
Rifleman he say "Y'see I get no kicks anymore
The grave-keeper said
Jawbone and the air rifle
The rabbit killer did not eat for a week
Jawbone and the air rifle
HIP PRIEST [top of page]
He's not appreciated.
Drink the long draught, Dan,
I said drink the long draught, Dan,
He's not appreciated
White collar hits motorway services
He's not appreciated.
It's purple psychology.
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.
Was shown in a freakshow early on.
Cause I'm a Hip Priest
It's appreciation half won.
I got my last clean dirty shirt outta the wardrobe
That's hip hip hip hip hit hit hit Hip Priest
All the young groups know
That's hip hip hip hip hit hit hit Hip Priest
And if the good people knew they would say
So drink the long draught, Dan,
FORTRESS [top of page]
Two hours!
I did not understand why
It was clear in the window eye
Much discussion in room C-H-1-O-C-H-2-O-11
DEER PARK [top of page]
I took a walk down West 11
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
Spare a thought for the sleeping promo dept.
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
The young blackies get screwed up the worst
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
Yes, dear chap, it hasn't changed that much
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
Hey tourist it wasn't quite like what you thought
Hey Midlands, scooped yer, how d'you ever get the job?
Note: [1] An "oik" is an English public school term for a uncultured/uneducated youth
MERE PSEUD MAG. ED. [top of page]
His heart organ was where it should be
Had a beard which was weird
Real ale, curry as well - sophisticate!
Who's causes and rags were phoenix-like
He had a weak pisser
He showed he was a big fan of double-entendre
Mere pseud mag editor's father (x12)
MERE PSEUD MAG. ED. (Live from Hip Priest & Kamarads)
His heart organ was where it should be
Has a sneer which was weird
A real male, make-up as well
Whose causes and rags were phoenix-like
He had a weak pisser
Mere pseud mag editor's father
WINTER (HOSTEL MAXI) [top of page]
Entrances uncovered
You got Manny in the library
The mad kid walked left-side south-side towards me
Anyway two weeks before the mad kid had said to me
Entrances uncovered
Entrances uncovered
WINTER 2 [top of page]
On the first floor of the dryout house
Courtesy winter
So [around the] mad kid
Two white doves cross the sky
The mad kid had 4 lights, the average is 2.5 lights
Courtesy winter
JUST STEP S'WAYS [top of page]
When what used to excite you does not
Just step sideways from this world today
Just step sideways round this world today
Don't let it beat ya
WHO MAKES THE NAZIS? [top of page]
Who makes the nazis?
Who makes the nazis?
All the Os
Who makes the Nazis?
Who makes the Nazis?
Who makes the Nazis?
Who makes the Nazis?
Remember when I used to follow you home from school babe?
Who makes the Nazis?
Who makes the Nazis?
Benny's cob-web eyes!
Who makes the Nazis?
Bad-bias TV
Long horn--Long horn breed
Who makes the Nazis?
(Rest rooms)
Who makes the Nazis?
When you're out of rocks, just give them real soul
Long horn, Long horn breed
Who makes the Nazis?
Long horn--Long horn breed
Who makes the Nazis?
Note: The following are some notes from MES's diary dated January 26 (1982?) from the Lough book that bear on this song:
ICELAND [top of page]
A plate steel object was fired
Mounting orations
Cast the runes against your own soul
Sit in the gold room
And the spawn of the volcano
What the goddamn fuck is it?
Notes:
AND THIS DAY [top of page]
Everywhere
LOOK, KNOW [top of page]
Do y'know what you look like
But I say happy memories
Do y'know what you look like
That's why you eat crap food
Do y'know what you look like
He was the first one to wear a flying jacket and go to a club
Do y'know what you look like
But I say happy memories leave a bitter taste
Do y'know what you look like
You gotta know what you look like nowadays
But I say get it down yer neck
Do y'know what you look like
With all the fashions you filched off faggots
Do y'know what you look like
Here's health!
I'M INTO C.B. [top of page]
Well I've never had a car
I've had loads of jobs
At 16 I drank cheap sherry
My family's a weird lot
My father's not bad really
This is Happy Harry Plank
I've got this letter before me
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? [1]
HEY THERE FUCKFACE!!
HEY THERE FUCKFACE!!
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.... . . . . . . . . .
And said goodbye to his infertile spouse
Carried air rifle and firm stock of wood
Carried night-site telescope light
And the grave-keeper was out on his rounds
Yellow-white shirt buried in duffle coat hood
Keeping edges out with mosaic color stones
Who would think they would bring harm?
Jawbone and the air rifle
One is cursed and one is borne
It smashed a chip off a valued tomb
Grave-keeper tending wreath-roots said
"Explain, move into the light of the moon"
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 tired to fuck
Y'see I've been laid off work"
"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"
Who would think they would bring harm?
Jawbone and the air rifle
One is cursed and one is warm
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
Who would think they would bring harm?
Jawbone and the air rifle
One is cursed and one is gone
He's not appreciated.
He's not appreciated.
for the Hip Priest.
for the Hip Priest!
He's not appreciated
It's the Hip Priest
From the eyes he can see, they know
It's the Hip Priest
Not just an old lady's.
He's gonna make an appearance.
And drunk from small brown bottles since I was so long.
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.
And they hate their allegiance to hip preacher one.
Hip Priest
I got my last clean dirty shirt outta the wardrobe
And all the good people 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 Treets.
He's not appreciated
He's not appreciated
for the Hip Priest
With four left wing kids
I spent time in Nazi Fortress
Much discussion in room C-H-1-O-C-H-11
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
The brick outlined the blue sky
And I had to go round the gay graduates in the toilets
And Good King Harry was there (fucking Jimmy Saville)
Much discussion in room C-H-1-O-C-H-2-O-11
I had to wade through 500 European punks
In an off-license I rubbed up with some oiks [1]
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
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?
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?
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?
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
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?
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
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?
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?
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 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 Manchester group from it wasn't quite like what you thought
Quite like what you thought
Guess what
Guess guess guess...
Guess what
His brain was in his arse
His hand was well out of his pocket
His psyche's in the hearth
Some time ago heard Ramones in '81
Has a Spanish guitar
Spanish guitar doesn't get far
In computer teaching job
His dreamgirl sings adverts for the Weetabix
A fancied wit that's imitation of Rumpole of Bailey
They were do-do like
They were comfort blanket type
Pho-do in fact
Pho-do in fact
Pho-do in fact
And one night at darts match
Decadent sandwich quaff
Saw Not the Nine O'Clock News History of the World Part One
Twice each at least
Twice each at least
Twice each at least
His brain was in his arse
His hand was well out of his pocket
His psyche is in the hearth
Some time ago
Heard Kraftwerk in '81
Has a WASP synthesizer
Sophisticate
WASP synthesizer
Didn't get far
In computer teaching job
His dream girl sings adverts for Renoir perfume
A fancied wit that's mere imitation of D. Bowie
in "Man Who Fell to Earth"
They were vaudevillian-like
They were comfort blanket-type
Dodo in fact
Pho-do in fact
Photo impact
And one night at darts match
Decadent sandwich quaff
He showed he was a big fan of double-entendre
Saw "Man Who Fell to Earth" "History of the World"
"Man Who Fell to Earth" "History of the World, Part One"
twice each at least twice each at least twice each
Street signs you never saw
All entrances delivered
Courtesy winter
Working off his hangover 3:30
You get the spleen at 3:15
But it's 3:13
He was about 7
His mother was a cleaning lady
She had a large black dog
And the mad kid said:
"Gimme the lead
Gimme the lead
Gimme the lead"
I'd just walked past the alcoholics' dry-out house
The lawn was littered with cans of Barbican
There was a feminist's Austin Maxi parked outside
With anti-nicotine anti-nuclear stickers on the side
...on the inside and they didn't even smoke...
"I'll take both of you on,
I'll take both of you on"
Then he seemed the young one
He had a parka on and a black cardboard Archbishop's hat
With a green-fuzz skull and crossbones
He'd just got back from the backward kids' party
Anyway then he seemed the young one
But now he looked like the victim of a pogrom
Street signs you never saw
All entrances delivered
Courtesy winter
All enquiries too
All entrances delivered
Courtesy winter
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"
(Winter)
Man on the first floor said
"I just looked round
I just looked round
I just looked round
"And my youth it was sold"
There fly krakens
And sometimes, that little.....
Makes me tremble
Courtesy winter
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
Like you've used up all your allowance of experiences
Head filled with a mass of too-well-known people
(This is an important aspect of Big Priest.
His hypnotic induction process.
His commercial last chance)
Just step sideways round this place today
Just step outside this grubby place today
Don't ever hit that vulgar cave
The joker says: 'Go the opposite way'
Just step outside this futurist world today
Just step right round this...today
The Eastern Bloc rocks to Elton John.
So just step sideways from this place today
To be a celebrity you've gotta eat the past, nowadays
But who wants to be in a Hovis advert, anyway?
Just step right round this futurist world today
Just step outside this grubby place today
Just skip out miss the ice flicks of Bacardi
Just step outside this future world today
Don't let it whip ya
Jump on the back of nicotine
Hit those lung wurm back rays
Just step outside this future world today
Today X6
...world today
Just step sideways from this place today
Jump on the back of nicotine
Hit those lung-wurm back-rays
Just step outside this future world today
Today X 4
I'll tell ya who makes the nazis
Wino
Spermo
29 year old
Arse-licking hate [....] old
Bad Tele-V
Balding smug faggots
Intellectual half-wits
All the Os
The Nazis are long horn
Long horn breed
Long horn--Long horn breed
Long horns--Long horn breed
Before I got picked up for paedophelia
Motels like three split-level mirages
Who makes the Nazis?
Buffalo lips on toast, smiling
Who makes the Nazis?
I put a finger on the weird.
This was real Irish know.
Joe was then good as gold
And told of the rapists in the Spa Motel.
The real mould.
Arena badges
BBC, George Orwell, Burmese police
Who Makes the Nazis?
Long horns--Long horn breed
Black burnt flesh
Hark hark
Crack unit species
Who makes the Nazis?
(All the O's cross country)
Who makes the Nazis?
[Man] super shag-artists
Bad-bias Tele-V
You mind tellin me?
Here's a word from Bobby
Hates not your enemy, love's your enemy
Murder all bush monkeys
Who makes the Nazis?
Bad-bias TV
Real mould
Real Irish know, Joe.
Who makes the Nazis?
Intellectual half-wits
Long horn--Long horn breed
Long horn--Long horn breed
A necklace fur coated poodle over
Black burnt flesh\
Hark hark
Crack unit species
Who makes the Nazis?
I'd put a finger on the
weird. This was real Irish
know. Joe was then good
as gold + told of the rapist
in the Spa Motel
The real mould.
Remember when I used to follow you
home from school babe?
Stick some paper under
the door at 8 pm.
Rest room.
Motels like 3 split mirages who makes the Nazis?
Benny's cobweb eyes
Met some eyes in a dirty goods
shop/mutual recognition of
hard man crack/bllur
blur retreat
Who makes the Nazis?
And I did not feel for my compatriots
Hated even the core of myself
Not a matter of ill-health
It was fear of weakness deep in core of myself
The fact attainment was out of...
..populations
To be humbled in Iceland
Sing of legend, sing of destruction
Witness the last of the god-men
Hear about Megas Jonsson [1]
There is not much more time to go
Work fifteen hours for the good of the soul
And be humbled in Iceland
Fall down flat in the Cafe Iol [2]
Without a glance from the clientele
Good coffee black as well,
Hair blond as hell
Cast the runes against your own soul
Roll up for the underpants show
And be humbled in Iceland
Is thick and impatient
Like the people around it.
See a green goblin redhead, redhead
Make a grab for the book of prayers.
Do anything for a bit of attention
Get humbled in Iceland
That played the pipes of aluminum
A Memorex for the Krakens
That induces this rough text
And casts the runes against the self-soul
And humbles in Iceland
[1] Megas Jonsson is considered to be "the father of Icelandic rock'n'roll". He "ridiculed the sacred Sagas of [Iceland], wrote scathing, surreal lyrics, got heavily into booze and drugs, was barred from radio and shunned by society. In 1979 he released a double album called Plans For Suicide announced his retirement, and hasn't performed in public since; he's now a dock worker." - from Colin Irwin's 26 September 1981 Melody Maker article about the Fall in Iceland. In fact, Megas Jonsson started recording again a few years after that article and continues to record and perform live to this day.
[2] Cafe Iol is a famous meeting spot in Reykjavik where MES hung out when in Iceland
[3] From the book Paintwork: "All these events and impressions culminated in Iceland, recorded appropriately in a lava-walled Reykjavik studio. It was a subtle example of The Fall's genuine gift for spontaneity. "Right, no dicking about," announced Smith, "let's get set up - we've wasted enough money already." Having been told they were going to do a new song, the musicians gladly obliged. Drums pattered, Riley plucked notes out of a banjo and Scanlon tripped out the groggy tune on a piano. Over this Smith played a tape of the wind howling at his hotel window and spoke his fragile lyrics: Cast the runes against your own soul, roll up for the underpants show... to be humbled in Iceland... "No, we didn't know what he was going to do either," marvelled Riley. "He just said he needed a tune, something Dylanish, and we knocked around on the piano and came up with that. But we hadn't heard the words until he suddenly did them. We did Fit And Working Again on Slates in exactly the same way. Yeah, I suppose it's amazing really.""
Everywhere
Everywhere
Everywhere
And this day
No matter what and never [?] who fills baskets or who's just there
You show me the bloody poor bores
You show me the bloody poor bores
And this day
And this day
The surroundings are screaming on the roads
The surroundings are screaming on the roads
So you even mistrust your own feelings
And this day
And this day
And this day
No matter what and never [?] who fills baskets or who's just there
The whole Earth shudders
And this day
And this day
Everywhere just no fucking respite for us here, [Jim Kidder?]
And this day
Who are the translators?
And this day
[?]
And this day
And this day
Seen from a bottom glass phutt cig
And this day
The old feelings came back
[?]
Everywhere just no fucking respite for us here [Jim Kidder?]
And this day
[?]
And this day
The whole Earth shudders
The surroundings are screaming on the roads
You even mistrust your own feelings
And this day
The old feelings came back
Big fat skinful s-plug s-mart [?]
And this day
The old feelings came back
Everywhere just no fucking respite for us here [Jim Kidder?][?]
And this day
And this day
No matter what and never [?] who fills baskets or who's just there
Who are the translators?
Who are the translators?
The body's like a US football player's
Blades make presence felt
Worked 3 weeks nearly full solid
And this day
And this day
My shoulder feels like it's got a [?] and it [?] it will soon heal up
And this day
The old feelings came back
Everywhere just no fucking respite for us here [Jim Kidder?][?]
And this day
The whole Earth shudders
The surroundings are screaming on the roads
The surroundings are screaming on the roads
You even mistrust your own feelings
And the greyer B-1 Glandel area
Who are the translators?
Who are the translators?
[?]
And this day
The old feelings came back
Take a [?] area
Big fat skinful s-plug s-mart [?] brain slag
And this day
And this day
[?]
And this day
And this day
And this day
And this day
And this day
And this day
And this day
Everywhere
Everywhere
Everywhere
Everywhere
Everywhere just no fucking respite for us here [Jim Kidder?]
Before you go out?
Leave a bitter taste
I need a good brainwash agent
To cut out this present shout of:
Before you go out?
That's why nobody talks to you
That's why you messed up everything you do
Before you go out?
Look Know
Look
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
Before you go out?
I got a prison in me
Our bodies weren't made for times like these
I always have a wash
And that's enough
Before you go out?
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
Ein beer
And I will you and you attack attack
Pure Satre food
Catchment club
Before you go out?
With all the fashions you filched off faggots
Before you go out?
Never been near a lorry
Got a nasty habit of scratching my nose
My codename's Happy Harry
I'm into CB
For very minute lolly
Creation schemes
So I suppose I was lucky
And the money it took
To buy a CB set
Took lines off my belly
My codename's Cedar Plank
I'm Into CB
I'm Into CB
Got plastered in the stations and swing parks
Off my mother I stole some money
Had a treat with a bottle of Martini
So sick I couldn't walk or sit
Since then I've not touched it
I won't bore you with tales of being greedy
I'm just into CB
I'm into CB
My stepsister's got a horrible growth
Listens to all this muzak shit
Reads Smash Hits while she's eating her tea
To me it sounds like bad CB
He got me these wires and bits
Apart from that he talks to me hardly
I'm just into CB
from the land of waving palms
calling out to Cedar Plank
477 CC
There's no Code 13
In the home of chocolate city
I'm having trouble with the terminology
But I'm into CB
It's buff with a confidential seal
I'd better open it
It's a fine and a formal threat
I should of listened to New Face in Hell
The date expired last week
Up here I forget what time it is
It says you're going to go when you go
Or else you're for it boy
If that's what you get for having a hobby
Next mail you get will be mail in jail
If that's what you get for having a hobby
Next year mail in jail
It that's what you get for having a hobby
Next time I'm out I'll join a riot
That's the last you'll hear for me
I'll keep clear of CB
Keep clear of CB