If ghosts could have a drinking problem. he'd get him one in double time the living strength who seeks to weaken by applying mass to time. so get out the way of fate train coming bring out your dead who's sorry now? In nucleus Shiva dancing struck out to meet my ship come in marooned to eat the bowls of city by viaduct to brewery its not the ghost that I expected the one with the white sheet on his head As flight attendants assist fleeing egg shell stench shell peace of mind suddenly I'm all hooked up you and your barbed wire war its cramped and limitless in here and I swear I'll never ask for more. I'll never ask for more.

There was an upstairs flat in Brixton with a very angry man living downstairs who we only ever knew as Mr E forever confronting us on the stairs about some disturbance real or imaginary (usually real) that had happened the night before and he'd punctuate the end of every sentence with this 'Boy!' Anyway, he died and he'd been dead for a few days and we broke into his flat well we went to find out why it had been so quiet and we ended up breaking into his flat and he had this fantastic little leather pork pie hat that I ended up with it was later stolen Well I guess it was stolen in the first case, wasn't it? so this song is for him , Mr E... Unrelieved you're talking the language of sin, boy! You don't plant to begin. Now you're free freer than military road but wheels still grind & buckle that load Mr E Uncle tree new found authority argue it out with some middling minority you're talking the language of sin. On my knees in the park as the clamour begins protestant cemetery, cats sick with dysentery letters arriving, calls from constabulary waited so long that the poor heart expired. last scene descending to oceans of fire Mr E Unrelieved you're talking the language of sin, boy! Now you'll never begin You are free freer than military road but wheels still grind & buckle that load (Mr E,) Uncle tree new form authority argue it out with some middling minority you're talking the language of sin.

Great, great, great leader

Got that beautiful green light inside of him Well I will and I wont and I wont but I will and I will but I wont and I don't really need it. Well it's hard day for night when you're shooting surreal to know what you want and still want what you feel I've got that Friday hight feeling skin crawls from dawn until evening Intoxicated with freedom we have to deplore. When it's time to go home won't you please use the door.

Dadadadada DaVinci Dadadadada DaVinci Who put the hole in the holy lady? who put the hole in the holy lady? Jesus did with his big red axe Jesus was her baby. Who saved the animals when it rained got them in the ark on the flood? Noah saved all the animals the animals Noah loved. Who wrote the rules God gave to man set them down in stone? Moses wrote the 10 commandments just him & God alone. Who hit the giant with a rock, who tossed that stone at him? David did with his sling shot the little guy sometimes wins. Who helped the Pharaoh with his dream, the wheat and the cow that shrinks? Jacob was the Pharaohs therapist he told him what to think. Who in the bible had her father's child, who would do such a thing? We will not utter her name 'cause it was only a drunken fling. Who rode the chariot of fire, who rode it up into the sky? Elijah got into that chariot he was one crazy guy. Who ate the apple off the tree, the snake tree in the garden It was Eve who ate that apple and it caused gods heart) to harden. Who rent the curtain in the tabernacle & made black smoke in the closet? the same guys who knocked down Jericho they've forfeited their deposit. dadadadada davinci dadadadada davinci dadadadada davinci dadadadada davinci

Put little springs and cogs in the landscape so it can work for you. Travel cross country in an express bus though fields of green look over yonder there's a father figure caught in the midst of a dream. If you see sparrows in a shoe box gather looking for a song and dance rest it on a laurel tree draped up like Christmas haven't seen your loved ones for the longest time ever since you came down with song Miracles are easy when the holidays pass. Click on that memory again. Made down payment on a three day week lucky how often Sunday repeats the rest of it is always the same with February thrown in for free. Drawn by car new show biz lawyer mercurial descent into the dream. It messes up the flatness of the picture frame put little springs and cogs in the landscape so it can work for you travel cross country in an express bus look over yonder though fields of green there's a father figure turning in the midst of a dream

Emerald in my room she made the red machinery and memory screens pulse form weirdness and arbours I didn't run away to the circus so why all the clowns and pardon me for asking radio motor activator I don't know check out the technology angel like an abbot airloom some days are just better than others exquisit penny in a place so special you can only visit and you're making the future up from in your bubble you're making the future up from in your bubble

Don't talk me over Don't talk me over the dew and far away A beach to sea Don't talk me over Don't talk me over the dew and far away Lay your weary head Don't talk me over Don't talk me over the dew and far away

And they rode down to Saddam County 'long the banks of the U FREIGHT EASE. They were bringing truth and justice or some thing quite close to these. With freedom on their banner and justice in their sword a fair amount of havoc wrecked before all old debts were scored. And their seed fell on hard & stony, the news confused or so they say. Those hybrid hopes had fallen over and in the dust down there did lay. Like the cavalry from Calvary black &white and cross with a capital idea that burning bush made Jesus boss. Radios are active but faith abandoned spent where is all the money gone and loving that was went. Like the cavalry from Calvary black &white & cross with a capital idea cavalry from Calvary black &white & cross cross cross And they rode down to Saddam County 'long the banks of the U FREIGHT EASE they were bringing truth and justice or some thing quite close to these. Gently lay your withered hopes beside the meadow where the weeping live And memory stalled beside the creek there your heart could go no further on.

Rock disappeared on my watch. Always too much the Nancy boy Exit, pursued by Purcell an English God with English hell. 'keeper, maker, mender, repairer and tuner of the regalls, organs, virginals, flutes and recorders.' Singspiel. The other fairy queen, so that's what we're doing. OK? Three legged soldiers two legged cows up to your nuts in guts and don't know how So hie me to some revelation hall where they don't mince worlds or think small and angels gaze down through bloodstained light Belief, doomed if you do dammed if you don't Wakefield's flock circle moral imagination cycling watch out for trucks & always work with animals and children it's more beautiful that way. So take me up God of the Pod

Lifeboat, lifeboat let me come aboard. I'm still working on my character. This is not the sea of tranquillity. Take me up, you could always eat me. After travelling from far out in the stars stop at planet Earth, and probe the human arse. Come like gods in a whirling dome you at porthole, me down below. Lifeboat lifeboat, hover over here. I'm nude & pink & sucking on a beer. I'll take you to our leader, sorry if he's dull nobody told him, his intelligence not clear. Life boat, life boat don't tamper with my jeans Elvis is on mars if you know what that means. The truth is out there stranger now than fiction I'm addicted to causes it's effected disposition. This is not the sea of tranquillity. The eagle has landed but wait, I need to pee. Lifeboat, lifeboat let me come aboard I'm still working on a caricature You said you'd return like Jesus and Macarthur it's raining in the cake park, a recipe for disaster. I've paid for the ticket & I'm still waiting another hapless victim of carbon dating. thank you very much ladies & gentleman the auditorium has left.... without elvis

Two little spatchcocks with chicken tikkas lalalalalalalalala I caught them in the thicket lalalalalalalalala I shot them with my bow and arrow lalalalalalalalala Now I'm going to eat them with rye mould loaves lalalalalalalalala Suuddenly it all got strange lalalalalalalalala Satan was in our town again la la la la.....

Come gather round you people there's a story I must tell about a misconception it's a spell that's brought us hell. It was down there in your country. a place familiar and yet strange it was in the recent past, but all seemed prearranged. Someone made up a story and we all went along adding to the verses and expand that old old song. There's lots to be afraid of death comes to everyone maybe in a hospital and sometimes from a gun. Three witches they had gathered; storm clouds in a play no point in building arcs time won't float away. It's not the sudden impact but the details we might miss Smell it's in your head like the memory of a kiss. You knew how it would pan out the old gold testament with prophets for the taking but none were heaven sent. that idea of yourself is flawed and out of date there's 15 billion others and no one want's to wait Caught ourself goose stepping between the church and state. Meanwhile at the ranch in the lone star state of one the gamblers all had gathered believing they're lucky sons today there'll be a show down though all the cards are hid & the players will deny almost everything they did. busted up the language got truth run out of town. they busted up the language got truth run out of town. still that pie got higher everyone had won now nature says that's nonsense and I fear I must agree in the terminators waterloo to the T @ Calvary Satan's unemployed now his good lines all are stolen along with his I D he's another just another stateless person lock him up forever throw away the key and the evil that's out there can flow into you & me. Apparently for justice all stories need a judge it's up to you I'm sure you have some grudge. Blame it on somebody the landlord or the law fingerpointing blame at foreign types off shore. flicking threw the media the atomic weight of crap. deep in the heart of helium like Abraham and son all angels of abandon every blessed one. theories of meaning manufactured by the French with independent suspension of belief it's heaven sent. everything old is new except the cost gas approximately Zion in jungle drums of mass. finial solution dissolving peaks of roof like a polkadot bikini with the atoll sneaking though. that's 16 billon more to add to yr chosen few. Come gather round you people but don't get in too close leave a space up front for the holy ghost. he used to live in hall way sleeping under stairs. but since the elevator it seems nobody cares. Count myself amongst them talk show hosts agree temptation of the shepherds who claim their flock is free. Yeah it's just wallpaper strip it off with steam a thousand renovators of reconditioned dreams. I find myself, amongst you embarrassed & quite shy I never said that I was some other type of guy Whilst driving down the highway face pressed against the screen the celluloid that flickers plasticity of means. Experience the bell curve of statistical divorce if numbers are the answer with hooves of voice grow horse. I’m sorry that I came here and deigned to waste this time Checked out all the data and a photographed your mind. There's nothing going on in there the curtain it is closed a matinee is idle after taking off it's clothes. Turning up the heaters Part seas of global warming. of Job & pawns and ceiling wax Had sufficient warnings? So gather round sweet children draw close in while I tell It's every single one of us And we've seen us all in hell.

We'll all pull together through every kind of weather and you know when they say maybe it's never going to be any better. You got guitar regrets and whatever, oh, you're so clever You got guitar regrets and whatever, oh, you're so clever So lend us a blender to shred up the letters return lots of love back to the sender. An Indian summer more than a giver but he drank like a chief and stuffed up his liver Hey dead-ender your pots pretty slender how afford a friend a dollar never a borrower nor on a bender go, like real slow And we'll all pull together through every kind of weather and you know what they say maybe it's never going to be any better You got guitar regrets and whatever, oh, you're so clever So lend us a blender to shred up the letters return lots of love mashed up to the centre. Yeah I prefer fender the dark chords of November gather like storm clouds, the hold a quiver An Indian summer more than a giver he drank like a chief and stuffed up his liver Hey dead-ender your plots fairly slender how afford a friend a dollar? Never a borrower nor on a bender go, like real slow. We'll all pull together through every kind of weather you know what they say maybe it's never going to be any better You got guitar regrets and whatever, oh, you're so clever