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In A Room
02:53
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In A Room
In a room full of dictator chic,
There is nothing here but waxwork mystique,
These are not people like you and me,
They are imposters from the land of the free,
The walls they build are frontiers of the mind,
A regressional therapy, a blight on humankind.
In a room spewing forth blobs of plasma,
I considered my credit score with karma,
And here you are, too foreign for home,
Too foreign for here, never enough for both,
When things were simple, like water from the well,
We had blind optimism and not a hope in hell.
In a room. Alone. (With you)
In a room surrounded by the inner circle,
Posing for the obligatory shot of the kill,
Heads I win, tails you lose,
Locate the escape route from these damned fools,
Moving forward? Not when you’re stuck in a jam,
Or is that just part of the overall plan?
In a room watching the paint dry,
Is not something that I have to justify,
Time is my friend and I watch it closely,
I could be detached and just do it remotely,
People who hate people come together,
And ‘no’ became the defining answer.
In a room. Alone. (With you)
In a room with a psychopathic tendency,
Not my fault, it’s a genetic deficiency,
I was Philip K Dick’s reluctant host,
The day the bread-man became toast,
He showed no empathy and no remorse,
And that became par for the course.
In a room where you can see it all,
Hitch up your britches, stand strong and tall,
You’ve got the panoptican blues baby,
You’ve got reds and yellows too,
You’ve got the panoptican blues baby,
When it sounds too good to be true.
In room. Alone. (With you)
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Fun Fair Fish
02:17
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Fun Fair Fish
My godfather, George Rollo, had a fun fair fish
That lived for 31 years. No shit. A fun fair fish.
The fish saw and heard everything,
Including ‘the’ incident that shocked everyone.
The fun fair fish turned out to be
The only witness,
To a despicable crime.
The family you see,
Had all been found,
Hung, drawn and quartered.
With no clues or perpetrator found.
The fun fair fish had seen it all.
Fun fair fish,
Outgrew himself, outlived myself.
I’m on the outside,
Just looking in.
Fun fair fish,
Had a secret,
Kept it in a plastic trinket.
At least he thought that was the case,
But his memory isn’t what it was.
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Grey Scale Quiche
03:04
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Grey Scale Quiche
Big bouncy bother with a choppy bob all strung out married to a slob,
Put some pot-pouri around your judo belt tell me how it felt,
Showed more interest in a robot dog than my music blog,
So clichéd we called it pastiche all the appeal of a grey scale quiche.
Front door fulfilment website satisfaction walking on ice I’ve got no traction,
Peer to peer show and tell you’re going straight to hell,
Concealed lower compartment ghetto blaster helping you to talk a lot faster,
At the end of a leather leash off the menu a grey scale quiche.
We don’t talk about that raw wound they built a church on a burial ground,
To construct the future although that may have been just a rumour,
A dear sir letter with a payment plan I wish to continue with the spray on tan,
Mild disgust sheesh, just like the grey scale quiche.
Yeah mate I’m in no prospects MC, we meet near the burnt out tree,
Shouting at passers by nobody listens however much we try,
A country obsessed with fences walls and pre-recorded telephone calls,
It’s out of reach just like the grey scale quiche.
A grey scale quiche A grey scale quiche A grey scale quiche.
I left it in the car for too many weeks.
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Train Song Part 2
01:57
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Train Song Part 2
Oh the machineries of joy
Choose life or death by big mac
What A Way To Go
It was the most popular news item for a while
A marked decrease in burger consumption
THE MORE YOU KNOW THE CRAZIER YOU LOOK
Oh the machineries of joy
Choose life or death by wrong place right time
No emotion.
THE MORE YOU KNOW THE CRAZIER YOU LOOK
Speaking as a mother and a grandmother,
Speaking as a child of immigrants,
Speaking as a father and a grandfather,
Speaking as a worker,
Speaking as a dog,
Speaking as a 7 seat hybrid people carrier with airbags,
Speaking as a set of screwdrivers,
Speaking as a pint of Carling,
Speaking as a member of a membership with a membership card,
Speaking as a former selective mute,
Speaking as a loaf of artisan sourdough,
Speaking as a grande latte,
Speaking as an artistic impression of a proposed shopping centre,
Speaking as two girls who love ice cream,
Speaking as a man who hates his nose,
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