Totale's Turns

TOTALE'S TURNS (IT'S NOW OR NEVER)

Intro. - Fiery Jack - Rowche Rumble - Muzorewi's Daughter - In my Area - Choc Stock - Spectre vs. Rector 2 - Cary Grant's Wedding - That Man - New Puritan - No Xmas for John Quays

INTRO. [top of page]

[fragment of "Up here" or "Appear"]
We are Northern white crap that talks back
We are The Fall we were spinning we were stepping
Cop out, cop out as in from heaven
The difference between you and us is that we have brains
Cos we are Northern white crap
But we talk back
Uh oh, uh oh
Bang fucking bang, The Mighty Fall
The Fall, we are back, we are back
And this next number is Fiery Jack

FIERY JACK [top of page]

My face is slack
And the kidneys burn
In the small of my back
Will never learn
Well I'm not going back
To the slow life
Cos every step is a drag
And peace is a kite
Of materials you never catch
Come up for a snatch
Up from hell
Once in a while

Cause I am Jack
From a burning ring
My face is slack
And I think think think
I just think think think
Too fast to write
Too fast to work
Just burn burn burn

I sat and drank
For three decades
I'm 45
Cause I am Jack
From a burning ring
And my face is slack
And I think think think
I just drink drink drink
Too fast to write
Too fast to work
I just burn burn burn

A store man from the slack
They are smart
They are [mod]
Their brains are half
They never end
Just follow trends

But I am Jack ...

And put down left-wing tirades
And the musical trades
And all free trade
I said eat this grenade

Cause I am Jack
From the burning ring
My face is slack
And I think think think
Just think think think
Too fast to work
Too fast to write
I just burn burn burn

And put down left-wing tirades
and the musical trades
And all free trade
I said eat this grenade
I said Doncaster eat this grenade

ROWCHE RUMBLE [top of page]

[spoken/announced] Last orders half past ten

This is a groovy number ah!
Rowche Rumble
Is valium
Valium
Valium
Rowche Rumble
I said rumble

Loads of wives around the world
are given them by doctors, who think they're little girls
The doctors need prescriptions
The wives need their pills
So Rowche Rumble

Menopause wives are hard to handle
No culture or love, no gambles
The [dull] manage, especially smashed
on Rowche Rumble
Rowche Rumble

Physician, heal thyself
Why don't you heal yourself?
The promoter is a jerk
The promoter is a jerk

Our government's built on expense accounts
Once in, never out
A step to Rowche
Force feeding
What are the people around you taking?
Rowche Rumble

Physician heal thyself
Why don't you heal yourselves?

Now I've tried crazy things
Abusing my body to a quick end
But I'll never never never never do it again
I said I'll never never never never do it again
Rowche Rumble

Musician, heal thyself.

Loads of people across the land
Do a prescribed death dance
While condemning speed and grass
They got an addiction like a hole in the ass
For Rowche Rumble
Rowche Rumble

Physician heal thyself
Why don't you heal yourselves?
Rowche Rumble

I send 70 pounds instead of 70 p to
pharmaceutical company Rowche AG
The lorry arrived the next day
Swiss gnomes dealing out potions
They're gonna kick your liver in
You gotta treat it like a bin
Beer and speed is okay
But the full use of your body isn't

Rowche Rumble
It's valium
Said rumble

MUZOREWI'S DAUGHTER [top of page]

[spoken to audience] We're not doing that one either

Get that spot
Put it in the pot for me
Cos I'm Muzorewi's daughter

I was Muzorewi's daughter
I've been in the pot too long
Too hot in the pot too long
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
African [call love]
[Got two laws love]
I'm Muzorewi's daughter

Left wing hot properties
Out of the closet and sheet
She was

Muzorewi's daughter [X4]

The trees are reeds with evil seeds for me
Cos I'm Muzorewi's daughter
African [call love]
[Get two laws love]

I'm too long in the pot
I'm too long in the mouth
I'm too long in the mitts
I'm too long in the tits
I'm Muzorewi's daughter

IN MY AREA [top of page]

In my
A dwarf plays pool to prove his height
People play games when they lose in life
There's no sport life, just acid tension stomach flash.
The madness in my area

I have seen the birth of bad
I have seen declining tracks
I have seen the madness in my area

I understand time till I'm asked about it
Days cross-check, years become a tick
Can't remember who I sacked, just stupid faces looking back
The madness in my area

I have seen the birth of bad
I have seen declining tracks
I have seen the madness in my area

And former friends suck on the Fall
Genuine white crap article
Your future cries of broken pain
Are idiot victims
Just adds to the madness in my area

I have seen the wooo woooo
I have seen declining tracks
I have seen the madness in my area

You've got comic fools in full bloom
McCarthy reincarnate soon
See the bones of the two-late faces
The me generation
See the traces of
The madness in my area

I have seen the birth of bad
I have seen declining tracks
I have seen the madness in my area

I have seen the madness in my area
In the writer
In the fighter
In the mirror
In the '77 shit pile
The doppelganger
The new satire [boozed satyr?]

Blood and sand
Your highs are contrived
The bands are getting too contrived, recent
Your audience is not even decent

CHOC STOCK [top of page]

[spoken] Are you doing what you did two years ago?
Yeah? Well don't make a career out of it

Up tonight
You are chock, you are pop, you are pop-stock
[backing vocals] (Mix my pop-stock)
Pop-stock, mix my pop-stock
Pop-stock, mix my pop-stock
Pop-stock, mix my pop-stock

We like pop-sick stickers
We like weak TV
We like chocolate animals
We eat porky piggies

Pop stock, mix my pop-stock
Pop-stock, mix my pop-stock
Pop-stock, try my pop-stock
Pop-stock, buy my pop-stock

Now all the bourgeoisie
They hate our crazy scene
'cause we dig pop-sick stickers
We like weaker tea

But they're the product of the same systems
Beyond their control
They stayed on at school
And tolerate bad manners

Pop stock, mix my pop-stock
Pop-stock, mix my pop-stock
Pop-stock, try my pop-stock
Pop-stock, buy my pop-stock

Now come on kids
You don't need a '77
You don't need Lee Cooper
You don't need three cosmic boots
You don't need no cosmic shit
Lets get this thing together
And make it bad

Why are you smiling
Why are you laughing
At or with this song
It's not like your scene, your scene

Pop stock, mix my pop-stock
Pop-stock, mix my pop-stock
Pop-stock, try my pop-stock
Pop-stock, buy my pop-stock

[?]

SPECTRE VS. RECTOR 2 [top of page]

Those flowers, take them away
They're only funeral decoration
This is The Fall and this is the drudge nation
Your decadent sins will reap discipline
New puritan

You shook me
I wash every day but still it's
But still it's unclean unclean

I have saved a thousand souls
You cannot even save your own
I'm soaked in blood but always good
It's like I've drunk myself sober
I get better as I get older

MR James be born be born
Yog Sothoth rape me lord
Sludge hai choi [blah blah]
Van Greenway [blah blah]

Van Greenway [blah blah]
Sludge hai choi [blah blah]

Yog Sothoth rape me lord
Van Greenway (blab blab]
Yog Sothoth rape me lord
Sludge hai choi [blah blah]
Sludge hai choi [blah blah]

This is the second half of spectre versus rector
The rector lived in Hampshire
You probably know this if you've got the record
So we're like er breaking it in easy for you

Yog Sothoth rape me lord
Van Greenway [blah blah]
Sludge hai choi [blah blah]
Van Greenway [blah blah]

Hero and inspector walk from the scene
Is the hero banished forever?
The spectre
The spectre
The spectre
The spectre possesses the hero
But the possession is ineffectual
But the possession is ineffectual
The possession is ineffectual
The rector is half insane
The hero goes back into the mountains
the hero goes back into the mountains
Singing
The spectre is omnipresent
The spectre is omnipresent

Yog Sothoth rape me lord
Van Greenway [blah blah]
Sludge hai choi [blah blah]
Van Greenway [blah blah]

This song is a story
But the story is too hard to relate
You can only tell stories nowadays if it's all down on paper
And you can't do it with loud amplifiers

The hero walks from the scene
Is the spectre banished forever?
The rector is half insane
The hero goes back into the mountains

Yog Sothoth rape me lord
Van Greenway [blah blah]
Sludge hai choi [blah blah]
Sludge hai choi [blah blah]
Sludge hai choi [blah blah]
Sludge hai choi [blah blah]

And your decadent sins will reap discipline
And your decadent sins will reap discipline
Hail the new puritan
Righteous maelstrom

CARY GRANT'S WEDDING [top of page]

I said shut up
Everybody go Cary Grant's wedding

Champagne hip hip hooray
Thank you folks for coming today
How much was the price of the Dodge?
Sure it's worth a whole lot more

I said go to Cary Grant's wedding
All you folks and fools
Cary Grant's Wedding

All you folks and fools
Have been invited to
A new-wave personality
Stumbles out of the ruins
Cos he's been invited to
Cary Grant's wedding

Buster Keaton he turned up
He wasn't a woman
He didn't take hallucigens

A poor mate for Cary Grant
Slaughterer of innocents
Add on 30 years
And you've got Jake Burns
Joe Strummer

All you're going to
Cary Grant's wedding
A new-wave Hollywood
Where everybody's good
But not great

Cary Grant's wedding

THAT MAN [top of page]

That man loves you
That man cares for you
That man loves a heathen
That man loves you

He came down from Accrington
He came down from Hovis land

And

He washed the dirt from my eyes
All devils are exorcised
And sticky pants are ostracised
Sermons with trad jazz guys

Screaming

That man loves you
That man cares for you
That man loves a heathen
That man loves you

You see, can't be holy
All you see can't be holy
All you see can't be holy
[backing vocals] That man loves you
He really do

NEW PURITAN [top of page]

Hail the new puritan
Maelstrom, cook one

And all hard-core fiends
Will die by me
And all decadent sins
Will reap discipline

New puritan

This is the grim reefer
The snap at the end of the straw
With a high grim quota
Your star karma gin

New puritan

In LA the window opener switch
Is like a dinosaur cackle
A pterodactyl cackle
Jet plane circle
Over imported trees
All the film ghosts will rise up
With the sexually abused and the new youth

In Britain the scream of electric pumps in a renovated pub
Your stomach swells up before you get drunk
Don't call me Peter I can't go
Salem's just up the road
I've got work to do

Hail the new puritan
Out of hovel-cum-coven-cum-oven

[spoken] (right you go back to that riff)

Hail the new puritan
Out of hovel, cum-coven, cum-oven

And all hard-core fiends
Will die by me
And all decadent sins
Will reap discipline

New puritan

I curse your preoccupation
With your record collection
New puritan has no time
It's only music, John

New puritan

Ungodly mass
Thick ass

NEW PURITAN (Peel session version)

NO XMAS FOR JOHN QUAYS [top of page]

No Christmas for John Quays
Come on get a bit of fucking guts into it
What what

Well the powders reach you
And the powders teach you
But when you find they can't reach you
There is no Christmas for junky

He thinks he is
More interesting
Than the world

Ah but buying fags
Puts him in a whirl

I'll have a packet of three-five fives
Will you fucking put the monitors on for Christ's sake?
I'll have a packet of three-five fives
I'll have 20 of those over there
I'll have 20 No.6 for a headache
And I've had enough right there, stop

(Why is this)
Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah

He spits in the sky
It falls in his eye
And then he gets to sitting
Talking to his kitten
Talking about Frankie Lymon

Tell me why is it so?
Tell me why is it so?

Why did the sky break today?
Why did this happen today?

He goes out of his face with the Idle Race
He goes out of the room with this tune

Although the skins are thin
He knows its up to him
To go out or stay in

I'll stay in
I'll stay in
Have a break

You
Me
X-Mas
X-Mas

Well the powders reach you
And the powders teach you
But when you find they can't reach you
There is no Christmas for junky
There is no girls
There is no curls
Just the traffic passing by
Bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye

Open the room, there's a cloud of smoke
Will you fucking get it together instead of showing off?

Give me one
Give me B
Give me three
Give me D

No X-mas for John Quays

NOTES [top of page]

Live album with a couple of demo's thrown in