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EAT Y'SELF FITTER [top of page]
I'm in the furniture trade
Went down the town
He was the manager
Analytics have got
I met a hero of mine
Charmed to meet ya
Became a recluse
Where's the cursor?
What's a computer?
The Kevin Ayers scene
Mit-Dem! X3 [? Victim]
Pick the fleas mister
Who tells you what
Eat each other
(Eat y'self fitter)
Portly and with good grace
Mit-dem [?Victim]
The centimeter square
(Eat y'self fitter)
NEIGHBOURHOOD OF INFINITY [top of page]
Man whose head:
A - Knew about politburo facade behind 'Kicker'
C - Who stole cafe's collection box
B - Who applied cut-up technique literally to himself
E - Who wore a red scarf to remind him of his fiancee
G - And visitor esoteric Japanese says analyser. Mr Alastair touched off
the tragedy.
Taped voice, barely audible: 'You can tell by the way [...]
H - There's a claque that makes use of Lancastrian patronisation of vice.
I used to have this thing about Link Wray
We are The Fall
NEIGHBOURHOOD OF INFINITY (Live from Palace Of Swords Reversed)
The man whose head expanded knew:
GARDEN [top of page]
The first god had in his garden
HOTEL BLOEDEL [top of page]
And it's painless
And it's quiet again
2013 Philippsburg Confederate graves
Rebellious mistakes
Our words return in patterns
Gregoror, satiated walking thru' capitol
And it's quiet again
SMILE [top of page]
Tight faded male arse
I FEEL VOXISH [top of page]
A pillbox crisp
Offer, offer, it was not an unreasonable offer
A pillbox crisp, that French git
Offer, offer, it was not an unreasonable offer
I feel voxish, stack-heeled Hari Krish
Offer, offer, it was not an unreasonable offer
I've been sharpening a knife in the bathroom
Offer, offer, it was not an unreasonable offer
Feel vox crisp
TEMPO HOUSE [top of page]
A serious man
Tormented tots
Put your claim into Tempo House
Roll the chubby round jowls
Put your claim into Tempo House
I'd sing "Solitaire" for the B.E.F.
And Burton is weeping
Put your claim into Tempo House
Illness, pollution, should be encouraged and let loose
Winston Churchill had a speech imp-p-p-pediment [1]
Put your claim into Tempo House
Pro-rae
Note: [1] In UK dole offices around the time, there were posters saying "Winston Churchill had a speech impediment" as part of a campaign to encourage people with disabilities.
HEXEN DEFINITIVE - STRIFE KNOT [top of page]
Tied up to posts
Businessman hits train
And its a hexen hour
The DDR scene
While greenpeace looked like saffron on the realm
It takes grace to play the second fiddle well
Life is strife but you don't wanna hear it
THE MAN WHOSE HEAD EXPANDED [top of page]
The man who's head expanded.
The man whose head expanded was corrupted by Mr. Sociological
The man whose head expanded.
The man who's head expanded.
The soap opera writer, would follow him around
Turn that bloody blimey space invader off!
The man who's head expanded explained:
Sounds like hick wap huh? Sounds like a load of mick wap ha?
The man whose head expanded. The man whose head expanded.
Does not want to appear illiterate.
The man who's head expanded. Come on with the heraldry.
The man who's head diminished. The man who's head
LUDD GANG [top of page]
(Ludd gang, Ludd gang..)
The housing association
I'll make a stand with the Ludd Gang
Carve a hole in the rain for yer
Courage my sweet
Carve a hole in the rain for yer
I hate the guts of Shakin' Stevens
But I'll stick with the gang of one
Courage my sweet
The housing association foiled the reign of the rain
Cab driver asks why I'm not
Whats, Jap, lorry, back, feather, next, bishops, ludd gang
KICKER CONSPIRACY [top of page]
Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy
In the marble halls of the charm school
Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy x 4
In the Blues Club, George Best does rule [3]
Former fan at the bus stop.
What are the implications of the club unit?
Pat McGatt. Pat McGatt, the very famous sports reporter is
FANS! ! ! "Remember, you are abroad!
HOT DOGS AND SEAT FOR MR. HOGG !!
Lurid brochures for ground unit.
Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy x 5
Kicker, lets swell the facilities.
Kicker Conspiracy x 8
Notes:
WINGS [top of page]
Day by day.
Purchased pair of flabby wings.
HOVERED mid-air outside a study.
Recruited some gremlins.
The stuffing loss made me hit a timelock.
Ended up under Ardwick Bridge.
But, when I got back.
Day by day.
So now I sleep in ditches.
Wings x 17
PILSNER TRAIL [top of page]
(backing vox: the pilsner trail, pilsner trail)
Got a new job today
But stick the cretin
On the number-three lathe
To a HM club
The sign had a cross
Through a couple well-dressed
They looked at my coat
They looked at my hair
An Easy Rider coot
Grabbed the edge of my coat
Said: 'You're too smart for here'
I said: 'I'll see the manager'
Eat y'self fitter
Up the stairs mister
Eat y'self fitter
My type worked out
Analytics on me
The poison render
I grope about
And when I go out
My mind splits
My eyes doth hurt
The musical chairs
Have been swallowed up
By a cuddly group
Who land and rub off
Hoping that
Whatever it is
Will land and drop off
I shook his hand
Got trapped in the door
Felt a fool, I tell ya
Eat y'self fitter
Up the stairs mister
Eat y'self fitter
And bought a computer
Set it up in the home
Elusive big one
On the screen
Saw the Holy Ghost, I swear
On the screen
Where's the eraser?
Where's the cursor?
Where's the eraser?
G-O-H-O-H-O-9-O
G-O-H-O-H-O-9-O
G-O-H-O-H-O-9-O
H-O-9-O-G-O-H-O
Eat y'self fitter
What's a computer?
Eat y'self fitter
South of France
Plush velvet
Aback! Aback!
Aback! Aback!
Levis Fridays
Greek holidays
Barratt heritance X 3
Don't wanna be a mit-dem! X4 [? victim]
Eat y'self fitter
Eat y'self fitter?
Eat y'self fitter
To tape on your vid. chip
How do you know the progs you miss
Are worse than those you single out?
And what'll you do when the rental's up?
And your bottom rack is full of vids
Of programs you will nay look at
The way they act is, oh, sheer delight
Cardboard copyright
Make it right
Panic in Sudan
Panic in Wardour
Panic in Granadaland
Panic all over
By the wretched timesheeters
Of my delight
One starry night
The powers that be will have to meet
And have no choice but to...
Eat y'self fitter
Eat each other?
Eat y'self fitter
The secret straight-back ogre entered
His brain aflame
With all the dreams
It had conjured X4
Don't wanna be a mit-dem X4 [? victim]
Eat y'self fitter
Said it purged fear
Eat y'self fitter
Their rep Jim Davidson.
The love of Paris infects the Civil Service.
Lichen on the...N
I used to play him every Saturday
God bless Saturday
God bless Saturday
a) Who stole cafe collection box
b) Stupid facade behind Jurgen
d) Who wore a red scarf to remind him of his fiancee
e) The love of Paris, infects the civil service lichen on the North
It was the time of the giant moths
In the neighborhood of infinity
I used to have this thing about Link Wray
I used to play him every Saturday
God Bless Saturday!
God Bless Saturday!
WE ARE THE FALL!
IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD OF INFINITY!
It was the time of the Giant Moths
It happens... It happens... Instincts lost... It happens... Lost
Through purple blossoms... It happens... The desire will turn rotten
WE ARE THE FALL!
IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD OF INFINITY!
From the back looked like a household pet
When it twirled round was revealed to be
A three-legged black-grey hog
See what flows from his mushy pen
Garden
Garden
That person is films on TV five years back at least
He's the young generation dancing troupe
Try'na perform Country And Western
Do a dance here
Never since birth not eaten in a day
Never since courtship stayed up some nights
He had a "Kingdom Of Evil" book under a German history book
He was contrite like that
See what flows from his slushy pen
Garden
Garden
Small, small location on huge covenance sodomised by presumption
Crooked traitor past revealed at last
Godzone
Godzone (Jacob's Ladder)
Godzone
Godzone
[?] this entails explosive charges left to me by a dead sailor from Bury being wired up under every window sill in close proximity to my ears. When friends ring and are inconvenient to readers, I just press table lamp light button next to my bed and they blow up. I got the idea from [?]. Yours sincerely, Mr Reg Barnes [1]
The same thing [?] could have been taken for a spoilt slate with largesse resource. His ferry stopped at the 'Pool port. Wild Bill Hick shaves and charts at last. The second god's sad - he's coming up - he's waiting number four with a [?]. Less stylish porch, we have the second god's influence. Wild Bill Hick shaves and charts at last.
Shotgun shotgun
Shotgun shotgun
Shotgun shotgun
The best firms advertise the least
The second god lived by mountains that flowed
By the blue shiny lit roads
Had forgot what others still tried to grasp
He knew the evil of the phone
He knew the evil of the phone
The bells stopped on Sunday when he rose
The bells stopped on Sunday when he rose
He's here
He's here at last
I saw him
I swear
He's on the second floor
Up the brown baize lift shaft
He's here
He's here at last
I saw him
I swear
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
He's here
I saw him
I swear
Up the brown baize lift shaft
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Note: [1] This section is present on the Castle 1993 CD but not the later 1998 reissue.
Sitting in subterranea
Ancient reference
To Mesopotamia
Hidden fragments, surface now
Repetitious history
One more time for the record
Are uncovered, throwing new light on
This 19th century conflict, sparking a repeat
These southern spectres were disease ridden, dusty, organic
And psychic
Occur again
Everything moving
In a circular fashion
Our minds, encapsulating time
Stumbles on two thousand dead Thai monks in SS uniforms
Then fled to Hotel Bloedel, outside Nuremberg
A long way south, to a reasonable smell of death
Hidden figments, surface now
Repetitious history
One more time for the record
Decadence and Anarchy
He said, he smiled
Something to dance to
A certain style
SMILE
SMILE
SMILE
SMILE
Meat Animals
SMILED
SMILED
Patchwork jacket from the top of his ears
Shaved
Relation with fellow age group, and opposite birds
SMILES
Wants anarchy
SMILED
The club nerve and poses
Physical awareness
Smiles
Take the chicken run, take the chicken run
To the toilet
In the above, designed from above club
Makes ginger
"Go on, you can do it!"
SMILE
SMILES
Wants anarchy
SMILED
Is the fungus damp in the cellar?
Positive G.B.H.
SMILES
With his friends, ask for cigarettes
SMILES
Sparks off
Repeal gun laws in my brain
Sparks off
Give us a gun if I got one
DAMN!
Grin
Damn
Grin
UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP
SMILE!
SMILED!
Would ask for a fag in Texas
Smiles
Desires travel
Well fed in a welfare way
SMILES
SMILED
SMILES
Lousy celebrity makes joke record
Lick-spittle southerner
Waiting for next holiday by gas miser
SMILES
SMILES
Positive G.B.H.!
Roar, encore, special vexation process
Tight faded male arse, decadence and anarchy he said
He smiles, SMILE? SMILED
Well fed in roman nero way like the way you imagined
In the roman and nero kodak films ..........
The spikes he left in the bathroom
And I never heard from him again
But it made me hungry
For victuals could not raise nor buy
Those disgusting [vegan new/youth punks]
Caught my life mould, give me silenced lectures
But it made me hungry
For victuals could not raise nor buy
On a brick I got from the garden
No one will fuck with me again
But it made me hungry
For victuals could not raise nor buy
And voxish
In need of a definitive job
He had drunk too much
Mandrake anthrax
Pro-rae, pro-rae
Oloron
With Burton weeping
His idiot contacts
Pro-rae, pro-rae
Go round there to Tempo House
Go round and have a grouse
Put your claim into Tempo House
Roll the chubby round jowls
And Burton's weeping
His chairs are weeping
God damn the pedantic Welsh
Pro-rae, pro-rae
Go round there to Tempo House
Go there and have a grouse
Put your claim into Tempo House
But who wants to be with them, anyway?
Snow on Easter Sunday
Jesus Christ in reverse
I tell ya, the Dutch are weeping
In four languages at least
Oloron
Pro-rae
Put your claim into Tempo House
Go round and have a grouse
Put your claim into Tempo House
Then maybe some would have a genuine grouse
Spring right out of the fetters
Right away from 63 Market Place
Tempo House address
Pro-rae, pro-rae
Oloron
And look what he did
He razed half of London
And the Dutch are weeping
Lusted after French paintings
Pro-rae, pro-rae
Go round there and have a grouse
Go round, have a grouse
Put your claim into Tempo House
Blindfold so can't feel maintainance
Kickback art thou that thick?
Death of the dimwits
Businessman hits train
His veiled sex seeps through his management sloth
The journey takes one hour
Hexen school
Hexen cursed
Hexen bowl boils
Hexen rule
Explain the mood harm
Alpine pullovers
Alpine give over
You can clutch at my toes
You will drive me insane
You know nothing about it
It's not your domain
Don't confuse yourself with someone who has something to say
Cause its a hexen rain
Hexen fodder
Hexen cursed
Hexen bowl boils
Hexen rule explain the mood harm
Brown, shrivelled
A Kellog's peace
The opposition was down
Red church on a hill
Red church on a hill
Styrofoam insides
Aluminium tiers
Louis Armstrong tapes waft down the aisles
And its a hexen hour
Hexen file
Hexen rule
Hexen bowl boils
Hexen rule in the hour of the fall
His cap emblazoned a crusty knife
Scab-ridden physog was these you ate
Goes with you down, and pats your head
That's strife knot
Strife ker-not
Strife is life and don't forget it
Strife is life, you don't wanna hear it
Could be thirteen or thirty one of this mob
Could be thirteen or thirty one of this mob
Strife knot
Strife ker-not
Strife is life and that's it
And that's it, and that's it
And that's it
memory. Was corrupted by Mr. Sociological Memory Man.
Could not get a carrier bag for love nor money.
Sounds like hick wap huh? Sounds like hick wap huh?
Over. Over. Over. Over.
and use his jewels for T.V. prime time.
The man who's head expanded.
The scriptwriter would follow him around,
of this he was convinced. It was no coincidence.
The lager seemed poisoned.
It was no matter of small consequence. No little pub incidence.
A red faced post- 'Jolly Grapes' would steal his jewels, and put
them in the mouths of Vic. actor fools.
Of this he was convinced.
Over. Over. Over. Over.
Crack! Crack!
Does not want to appear illiterate.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Add misinterpretation, prerogative.
John Kennedy's pulmanesque explained. [pub-asp slyness]
diminished. Sounds like my head, trying to unravel this lot,
I can tell you Sparky!
[Mig 20 crack]
Ports, Jap, fella, missed, film, swiz, quartz, lorry, back, tread, damn,
ludd gang
The MacDonald's seat
Have prefixed him "frustration"
I'll stick with the gang of one
Carve a hole in the rain for yer
Courage my sweet
Courage my sweet
It's the quiet like death
It's the choir-ette of death
Carve a hole in the rain for yer
For what he has done
The massacre of "Blue Christmas"
On him I'd like to land one on
Carve a hole in the rain for yer
Courage my sweet
It's a quiet like death
It's the choir-ette of death
For this, MacDonald is truly grateful
At home with my feet put up (campaigns run amok, brick a window, run amok)
Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy
J. Hill's satanic reign [1]
Ass-lickers King O'Team
Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy x 2
How flair is punished
Under Marble Millichip, the F.A. broods [2]
On how flair can be punished
Their guest is a Euro-State magnate
Corporate-ulent
How flair is punished
How flair is punished.
His downfall was a blonde girl, but that's none of your business!
Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy x 4
Treads on the ball at his feet, in the christmas rush.
And in his hands, two lager cans.
Talks to himself. At the back. At the top.
Plastic, Slime, Partitions, Cocktail, Zig-Zag, Tudor Bar.
talking......there.
Remember the police are rough!
Remember the unemployed!
Remember my expense account!
HOT DOGS AND SEAT FOR MR. HOGG!!!
AAAAAANNNNDDD HIS GROTTYSPAWN! ! ! !
Our style is punished.
Remember! don't collect with the rough.
Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy
[1] Jimmy Hill - BBC TV presenter on Match Of The Day
[2] Sir Bert Millichip - Chairman of the British Football Association 1981-1996
[3] The Blues Club was the Manchester City supporters club bar at Maine Road. George Best - 60's soccer icon - played for Manchester United, City's arch rivals, but he was still revered for his style and brilliance. Mark E Smith has said on UK TV that even though he's a City fan he often went with mates to watch United just so he could see Best play.
The moon gains on me.
Day by day.
The moon gains on me.
I took to doing some HOVERING.
Here is a list of incorrect things.
An academic kneaded his chin,
sent in the dust of some cheap magazines.
His academic rust, could not burn them up.
To get me clear of the airline routes.
I paid them off with stuffing from my wings.
They had some fun with those cheapo airline snobs.
I ended up in the eighteen sixties.
I've been there for one hundred and twenty five years.
A small alteration of the past. Can turn time into space.
With some veterans from the U.S. Civil War.
They were under Irish patronage.
We shot dead a stupid sergeant,
but I got hit in the crossfire.
The lucky hit made me hit a time lock.
The place I made the purchase, no longer exists
I'd erased it under the bridge.
The moon came towards me
By such things.
The moon came towards me.
And hide away from nosey kids.
The wings rot and feather under me.
The wings rot and curl right under me.
A small alteration of the past.
Can turn time into space.
Small touches can alter more than a mere decade.
Plaster on the hands
Plaster on the hands
Plaster on the hands
Republic grim truth
Hot blood erupts
Republic grim truth
Hot blood erupts through the...
Plaster on the hands
Plaster on the hands
And the yellow seeps through
Plaster on the hands
Plaster on the hands
Not on the elbow
Plaster on the hands
Not not not not not not
Not not not not not not
Not not not not not not
Not on the elbow
Plaster on the hands
Plaster on the hands
Plaster on the hands
Travel five stations to
The plaster on the hands
Blood came between four and two
The plaster on the hands
Plaster on the hands
Of the stupid profane
Of the stupid profane
From plaster on the hands
Plaster on the hands
And the yellow seeps through
The plaster on the hands
Plaster on the hands
The talent judges are corrupt
The talent judges are corrupt
(backing vox: the pilsner trail, pilsner trail)
They can't even stand
The cut of his pants
Choo choo pilsner trail test
Hit me in the diaphragm
And I'll still eat me breakfast
Plaster on the hands
Woow woow woow
Plaster on the hands
And the yellow seeps through
The plaster on the hands
Not on the elbow
Plaster on the hands
Not not not not not not
Not not not not not not
Not not not not not not
Not on the elbow
Plaster on the hands
Plaster on the hands
Woow woow woow
Plaster on the hands
Woow woow woow
Plaster on the hands