Dunn's River

I see

all of the girls

go out

high on the happy bombs 

-

I'm only

21

But I

Know where the blast came from

-

When boys

came here to pay

the debts

of mascara's bombs away

-

I heard 

my father call

to them

as they shot him by the wall

-

Newspapers

did report

a man

killed right here in Treport

-

Now all 

the friends are gone

six years

is all that they have done

-

I buy

in this small town

my meat

from men who gunned him down

-

And ev-'ry

one will know

No good

can come from saying so

-

So I

eat no more meat

than I

find in this old dark street

-

smoked sal-mon

haddock fillet

Sweet cured

Smoked mackerel sweet with bay

-

Dripping

Pork shoulder steak

Tesco's

spicy minced lamb's liver bakes

After The Facts

 Nothing is coming to the boys in the hats 

 and there are no rewards for what they did and that 

is a fact, you know that is a fact.

Like a d day dodger or the girl who failed her sats,

there are no rewards for what they did and that

is a fact my friend, that is a fact.

You try to do what you can do no more

and you're responsible for the company but you also lost the score

and that is a fact. That is a fact.

The sentinels in their rented hells have gone away with vented smells and

blamed you for all the rise and fall of dividends and it's backs to the wall

and that is a fact. That is a fact

(Well there are facts and there are figures and there's rhyming slang and

Gold diggers - and they're all after the facts, my friend, they're all - 

after - the facts.)

ends

Rap Parke Ya got Books

 well you been singin in the company of the corporate wanna say I

but the names and the faces that you answered to - they died

dont  think they lasted 21 nights before the last one left

Well  you're writing your letters in your quote marke best -

You got your folding bookshelves and your karl marx tests

but you know you're only half alive because of the old mans vest

you remember every novel like it was cool to be cruel to be hip

but you got no game shot dice, you cant roll them round your top lip

and the toffee and the coffee  and all of the party wines

tell you that no-one is late or on time. you got competition after repetition,

adventure before dementia., there's no one to censure your shelves and freedom

is just the price you paid for the chains you refuse, 

you go to bookfairs.

and you sell rare science fiction to guys who hate folds and creases and

as they wax their diseases they got ambition, you got cred. It's better

than it seems to be dead, so you fill up that golf and you roll the dice

and I don't say nothing I know about your life. You got heart -

(and your genetics are rather splendid so forever's not so long

let's listen to Russ Abbot for atmosphere -

 and put on a party song)

then you go in you're own way

Ya got BOOKS.

yeah

Ya got BOOKS

yeah

And good looks.

yeah

Good Luck books.

longevity

there's sanity

in levity

but when u show that brevity

ya got books.

What?

 Woh Oh Woh Oh

For the price of a mask

Oh Oh Oh Oh

For the price of a mask

-

He made six strings all go like mad and he picked james dean as plastic sad

and the old grave digger wore a combine skirt and the bent down nigger had a mind of hurt

but

Oh the awful shame of it

The armless and the lame of it

the plastic bag sugar cane of it

Too see yer nan get done

And bunting up the cum.

Fine Sir!

Kibble on.

 Dont stare, I'm not there, Stop looking like that, or I'll come round your flat, with my alien ways, and your arian gaze, we could make the limelight saty for days, if I wasnt invisible. If wasn't a total alien and not even material in form, just something more than a gaslike azure, thinking - pure -thoughts, we could check into a posh hotel and quaranteam, while the government pays, we'd have alien sex for days before The Sun got our pictures - well yours, not mine. i don't exist in the way you understand it, but, y' know what - you're lovely'

'Middle 8 to Modern ballad'

 He learned not to hurry the day that he died 

They rang the bell but not many cried

There were some kids but they’d all been told

He was a rapist, by Judge Barham and the shopkeeper courts

 Fuck off

Wo Ist Mein Tee?

Chorus (Which is broadly same as verse)

Because Im not Sam Smith

Because I don't Fit In

Because I'm not like him

Because I don't drink Gin

Verse 1

I let my music speak

I wear a corvids beak

I chew a liquorice stick

Get on Naomi's wick

Ive been to Lincolnshire

Ive been to Sleaford Town

Piano Interruptus (Shouted)

Elliot, where’s me tea

Elliot, I can’t operate the dishwasher

Elliot, why do you keep me here?

Chorus

Because...

Verse 2

I want to meet my wife

The day I end my life

I have no axe to grind

Just want to shag my time

Around the old grape vine

Tie up some yellow line

Piano Interruptus (shouted)

Elliot, Warum hällst du much hier?

Ich kann der Geschirrspüler nicht bedienen

Wo ist mein Tee?

 

Chorus 

Because...

Verse 3

I am a cricket fan

I like a China man

As much as any one can

I've got this leaking bath

So can you do the maths?

Wo ist mein tee?