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The Old Dispensary
04:45
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we're Freezing, we're Free, load ing
at the Old Dispensary.
And if you're in love, get it fixed quick.
We're busy bodies, with our, containers
and our keys
and well didn't you know?
If you're ugly you can get it fixed quick.
The chickens are all on chemicals
The public are all on chickens
The future's on the public
And it's a chemical chicken public future
the has me
Quaking
It's a CHEMICAL CHICKEN PUBLIC FUTURE
that I've been, DREAMING OF.
At the Old Dispensary,
you can deposit your thoughts for free.
Still moving where we want to be.
Tenacity is most healthy.
The 25 (London Bus) rumbles, chicken, litter by.
Still drunk, giddy, in the bends.
Battery raised HUMANS
with no room to flap our tongues.
Free to roam within our own filth.
I'm searching for fleeting sanctuary
behind pink doors.
The beaks cluck and I dream of more applause.
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I went to town but it's always wet weather.
I went up church but it's full of cheap weddings.
I eat bluebells and I always chose the best.
(Wet weddings, cheap weather)
I dig up bush and it's leg sting nettles.
I dig her looks and it's gut flutter pleasure.
Picking bluebells and I do so carefully.
(Gut nettles, sting pleasure)
Chorus
Walking on eggshells, the youth in bloom I smell the smell of sweet bluebells. X 2
I fell in love with you. So whatcha' gonna say, whatcha' gonna do? X 2
Bluebells. Eggshells. Spread youngly far and wide. I'd known, we'd grown, melt amber on our eyes.
With time, we'd bind, tear do turn into butterflies.
Eggs on Sunday and then maybe tears later.
Carving on bark and then smiling feels greater.
I pick bluebells and I do so carefully.
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Hard Cutlery
06:09
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You're always being boring about Old BORING
and
if you don't like it then,
"THROW IT OUT"
In the cheap office, there's a woman pushing a cart of steel with cakes atop
"THEY"RE FREE"
One woman says -
"stop imagining and bite down on Hard "Cutlery"
oh
Hard Cutlery
It's so nice to be in side my fridge
Well, we're all looking sharp, we're all looking smart.
Semi- asleep there's an Organ Playing
(bah bah da bahhhh)
You're bored again and these lights are giving you a headache.
You're always looking for somewhere to eat your breakfast.
One thinks, I should, retire to the kitchen.
Hard Cutlery
It's so nice to be inside, your MOUTH
well, we're all looking sharp, we're all looking smart,
the LENGTH, the BREADTH,
Sharpen your CUT-TER-LER-REE
Bite down on hard cutlery.
(studio vocal improv story, relating to a priest, in the garden, arranging eating implements)
SHOUT. Neigh.
In the morning I'm fishing for sluts in the plughole.
"IT STINKS"
Some old codger extracts the Michael
("you taking the piss out ' o me mate?)
And all,
Packaging,
BREAKS (oh)
Hard cutlery, it's so nice to be, so WORN. yeah.
Well, were all looking sharp, were all looking smart.
The LENGTH, The BREADTH,
Sharpen your Cutlery.
(your breakfast)
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Swan's Regal Birdbath
02:32
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"squawk"
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Tetrahedron
(thanks be to the our illustrious media..for Joe, son of Chris.)
Tetrahedron
Choked a fat swan.
Tetrahedron choked a fat swan.
A pathogenic cuboid, lodged in swan's neck, swan was utterly, utterly depressed.
A pathogenic cuboid, lodged in a crevice, causing tracheal damage.
He was flapping feathers flapping, breaking children. Flapping feathers breaking childrens arms.
Swan did feel wrong.
Choked for this long.
Swan did feel wrong choked for this long.
Beaky chatter..
Swan did squawk like an old kazoo.
Frayed fins oiled like leather.
What's an old swan meant to do? When you can't, control, the weather.
Queen was most distressed, with this state of affairs.
The regal bird brain made the pond drain, and all the cameras stared. Oh.
Tetrahedron.
Foreign legion.
Lighthouse beacon.
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Fairly Old Curtains
00:06
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Swank
04:16
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Idiosyncratic Particle Mother.
Strained Spliced Rice that is weaved for cover.
A little BEEF and in it some sugar,
will make a meal for a corporate lover.
Mother succumbs to her battery jacket
wraps her siblings in a factory packet
she wants to take them to the fair
all of the treats and the corpses are there.
Tie's as straight as a die, your teeth are so white, your looking just right
(SWANKY GREEDY BREATH)
and it's all so pretty on the Sun...
(DAY YEARS LEFT)
and underneath, smells the foul sight of
(FIRE OVER THE HILL)
Move's made, pleasantly pleasantly over you
Time's come, desperately for something new.
Endlings of Isn't (look at the wisdom)
It's clearly Broken
(the wisdom is broken)
The subject of this song makes us feel very angry
EX - PLOIT - ED
(and they're blood is all over your wretched desk)
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Globule, Follicle
03:15
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(join our club) ---conceptual continuity from Sir Quiche Rots.
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Mum is your Dad and your Dad is your Mum.
Being alive, is such fun, but you don't know when your going to die.
That's ok, were having fun, but we still don't know when we're going to die.
(All) DEAD
Hands holding hands, and glands kissing glands, keep things from being irrevocably bland.
(All) BLAND
Dead fun.
Thanks to the sun for smelling sweetly and breathing chums.
It's wiser, to know that, mum's your dad and your dad is your mum.
Mum is your dad and your dad is your mum.
Monotony isn't really much fun.
Dad is your mum and your mum's your dad.
Where folly is faulty and dying is dead,
It's wiser to know that you don't know there's nothing at all.
It's nice to show that you do know you're having a ball.
It's harder to grow on the thought that your arbitrary.
One day we'll be rotting slowly.
Buried under your feet.
One day I will be rotting slowly, rotting slowly buried under your feet.
Soon you all will be dead and buried dead and buried dead and buried.
Wiser to know that you don't know there's nothing at all.
Harder to grow on the thought that your arbitrary.
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Mumma's Shoes
Twas a shiny special day, Mumma's going crabbing..
(All) She loves those crabs
Trundling to the water, she, realised her line did not have
(All) Any string
So instead the choice was, to, dip in her laces instead
(All) With bacon bait!
Blistering tugs from down below, the wrath of a mighty crustacean!
(All) Oh no no!
Chorus Part 1
My mumma ain't got no shoes, my mumma ain't got no shoes, they're down below
(All) They're down below
With the Crabs
(All) With the crabs
They are deep, deep down with the crabs... (repeat x 1)
Mother dived in, so, petrified and upset
(All) Down she went
Searching for her footwear, with, so many years she had spent
(All) Drips and Drabs
Pushing apart the seaweed, and, other aquatic organisms
(All) Push shove push
Unearthing, to her surprise, a beautiful pair of boots
(All) Yeah, Yeah Yeah
Chorus Part 2
My mumma ain't got no shoes, my mumma ain't got no shoes, she got boots
(All) She got what?
She got boots
(All) She got boots
She got boots, boots, boots she got boots... (repeat x1)
Celestial interlude
Chorus Part 2 (repeat x 3)
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Hydraulic Legs
04:45
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Little Michael's got, hydraulic legs, and he's got 4 hours to spare.
Ingenious devices. Don't get them wet.
Keep well oiled to prevent, upsets.
Nobody likes it. When machines. Go WRONG
(nobody likes it)
There's an awful lot of, muh muh muh muh muh muh
sha sha sha sha SHA sha, Sha sha shuh shuh shu CHINES
Flip switch data patents
Pistons bleeps and buttons
Wrap 'em up in our 5/10 pound notes
and close all our curtains.
21 years around the SUN again
but there are lies and fears in the hearts of men
We are all moving closer to extinction.
Little Michael's, still got hydraulic legs
and he's got just under 4 hours to spare.
Won't heed the scientists,
they'll have him DEAD.
Remains incredulous to prevent, upsets.
We are all moving closer to extinction.
(moving closer to extinction)
(years around the SUN again, lies and fears in the hearts of men)
Legs he's got, hydraulic (ALL repeat)
and i would like to meet some more people like him.
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Milk and 2 Sugars
00:34
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Coffee makes you shit. Tea makes you pee.
(that's it really)
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Make it come out GREEN
08:57
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Verse 1
Some people get so high on, drugs, they make their head, erode, they eat their own coffins, coffins, coffins, coffins.
Brains can create so much, fun, I make mine really numb by kissing television, television, television.
Some people get so high on all, equals, green stained kingdom some, people get so lost on all reasons, faith is poison.
And hello, the cere, the bellum, is shiny, and ripe like, the bad fruit, and fit for, a slicing...
Chorus
Doctor, Father, can you make it come out green?
You make the coffin look cleaner than bad memes, can you make it come out green? You make the coffin look cleaner, coffins, cleaner, coffins..
Verse 2
One day I had to be so brave to lie in my own grave, I had to bear the pressure, pleasure, ultra-leisure.
Some people do it with a cross, they're labelling the lost, "We have to get to heaven" Hello Cerebellum.
Some people get so high on all, equals, green stained kingdom some, people get so lost on all reasons, faith is poison.
And hello, the cere, the bellum, is shiny, and ripe like, the bad fruit, and fit for, a slicing...
(With Gusto)
Some people get so high on, drugs, they make their head, erode, they eat their own coffins, coffins, coffins, coffins.
Some people do it with a cross, they're labelling the lost, "We have to get to heaven" Hello Cerebellum.
Some, People, Get so lost on all, reasons, Faith is poison.
Chorus
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