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luka

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I lost my temper with a friend Mocked him and treated him with rudeness And though I tried to make amends Still I miss him I walk a dark corridor Woke up one morning Doctor Buck's letter Of my own making, I walk a dark corridor Oh my heart Hoping one day a door will be ajar At least so we can recompense The betrayal of our hard won friendship In vulgar and arrogant abeyance To what was untrue underneath our parlance I open the envelope, Doctor Buck's letter Re: Welfare Benefits reports J. McCarthy, approximately 10-15 days I got down, I was depressed. It was Doctor Buck's letter. Turn the radio on Doctor Buck's Letter Cheer myself up Put the radio on, get the magazine out And read about the 'Essence of Tong' Checklist: I never leave home without: 1 Sunglasses: I wear them all year around, I seem to need them more often, it's a habit 2 Music: cassettes CDs 3 Palm Pilot: it's my lifeline I think it's my P.A.'s computer, she rules my diary and I download it 4 Mobile phone 5 Amex card; They made such a fuss about giving it to me that I spent more time getting it turned down. I was in the realm of the essence of Tong.
 
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He reads books; of the list book club
And after two months--his stance a familiar hunch
It's that same slouch - you had the last time he came around

His oppression abounds, his type is doing the rounds
He is a scum-egg; a horrid trendy wretch

C.R.E.E.P. CR E.E.P

BLACK saucers at the back of your neck
Interruptions, from the side when you talk
In the presence, of this ugly gawk
Is offending, make sure you're not absorbed
(With hideous luck - he'll absorb all your talk)

CR E.E.P. C.R.E.E.P. (3 times)

FROM the bright sun, he came one fine morn
"Populist" - as well in his class at least
But then came REAL AGE, and for that we all must pay
(and for that we all do pay)
 

luka

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O'er grassy dale, and lowland scene Come see, come hear, the English Scheme The lower-class, want brass, bad chests, scrounge fags The clever ones tend to emigrate Like your psychotic big brother, who left home For jobs in Holland, Munich, Rome He's thick but he struck it rich, switch The commune crap, camp bop, middle-class, flip-flop Guess that's why they end up in bands He's the green piece in us all He's the creep-creep in us all Condescends to black men Very nice to them They talk of Chile while driving through Haslingdon You got sixty hour weeks, and stone stone toilet back-gardens Peter Cook's jokes, bad dope, check shirts, lousy groups Point their fingers at America Down pokey quaint streets in Cambridge Cycles our distant spastic heritage Its a gay red, roundhead, army career, grim head If we was smart we'd emigrate
 

luka

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they make such a bloody horrible racket

I'm eternally grateful
To my past influences
But they will not free me
I am not diseased
All the people ask me
How I wrote "Elastic Man"

Life should be full of strangeness
Like a rich painting
But it gets worse day by day
I'm a potential DJ
A creeping wreck
A mental wretch
Everybody asks me
How I wrote "Elastic Man"

His soul hurts though it's well filled up
The praise received is mentally sent back
Or taken apart
The Observer magazine just about sums him up
E.g. self-satisfied, smug

I'm living a fake
People say, "You are entitled to and great."
But I haven't wrote for 90 days
I'll get a good deal and I'll go away
Away from the empty brains that ask
How I wrote "Elastic Man"

His last work was "Space Mystery" in the Daily Mail
An article in Leather Thighs
The only thing real is waking and rubbing your eyes
So I'm resigned to bed
I keep bottles and comics stuffed by its head
Fuck it, let the beard grow
I'm too tired
I'll do it tomorrow
The fridge is sparse
But in the town
They'll stop me in the shops
Verily they'll track me down
Touch my shoulder and ignore my dumb mission
And sick red faced smile
And they will ask me
And they will ask me
How I wrote "Elastic Man"
 

luka

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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
 

luka

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Pay your rates
Pay your water rates
Pay your rates
Pay your water rates

If your rates too high
Write a snotty letter
If your rates too high
Put your life on this bit of paper

Advice on rates
Advice on rates

Pay your rates
Pay your water rates
Pay your rates
Pay your water rates

If your rates too high
You'd better sign this letter
If you don't pay your rates
You're gonna end up here

Or end up on debtors' retreat estate
Or debtors' retreat escape
Debtors' escape estate

Debtors' escape
Debtors' retreat escape
Debtors' retreat estate
Neuroticred landscape
A socialist state invention
The old government bones working

(Legendary Chaos tape:
Let's hear it for the working class traitors
Hello Warren Mitchell)

Debtors' escape estate
Debtors' retreat estate
A no-motivation estate
Debtors' escape estate

Pay the borough
Pay the borough
Pay your rates
Pay pretty sharp
Pay the borough
Pay the borough
Pay the borough

Pay your rates
Pay your water rates
Pay your rates
Pay your rates
 

luka

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Net cap. of 58 thousand pounds
They sweat on their way down
Grey ports with customs bastards
Hang around like clowns the
Uh-containers and their drivers
Bad indigestion
Bad bowel retention
Speed for their wages
Suntan, torn short sleeves
Look at a car park for two days
Look at a grey port for two days
Train line, stone and grey
This is not their town
Big cigars come out of the ground
Sweat on their way down
F. Jack's a distant relation
Communists are just part time workers
And there's no thanks
From the loading bay ranks
Look at a car park for two days
Look at a grey port for two days
Train line, stone and grey
RO-RO roll on roll off
The container drivers
Speed for their wages
Uh-containers
Uh-and their drivers
 

luka

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When will the good Scotch return?
In all its scarred, splendor
When will the price of Scotch come down?

Here's him in nearly '85
Hanging around with pop scum
It's not the business I despise
On this train, extended ride
It's the Scotch end of the market now

And steel glasses
And bad music corpses
Cannot hide the new rock scum
Spitting on what's good and gone
Spitting on what's good and gone
When will the price of Scotch come down?

Arrangement before job done
Alignment before job done
Assignment before song sung
Alignment before job done

All of this fantastic league's against me
The Fantastic is in league against me

Tin-can rattle on the path
The (bestial greed) is on the attack
The cat black runs round the tree
The siamese reached the shore
The siamese reached the shore

No never, no never no more
Will I trust the elves of Dunsimore
 

Corpsey

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Listened to F'all Fall so as with Prince and Bowie it'll be a retrospective discovery for me - R.I.P. anyway

really like 'Fiery Jack'

Surprised luka likes him cos I thought luka hated everything from Manchester
 

luka

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cant deny that writing. love it. fucking horrible racket though.

I'm totally wired
Totally wired
I'm totally wired
Totally wired

Can't you see?
A butterfly stomach round ground
I drank a jar of coffee
And then I took some of these

And I'm totally wired
Totally wired
I'm totally wired
Totally wired

Life leaves you surprised
Slaps you in the eyes
If I was a communist
A rich man would bail me
The opposite applies
The morning light
Another fresh fight
Another row, right, right, right, right

And I'm totally wired
Just totally wired
I'm totally biased
Totally wired

You don't have to be weird to be wired
You don't have to be an American brand
You don't have to be strange to be strange
You don't have to be weird to be weird

But I'm totally wired
Totally wired
Just totally wired
I'm totally wired

My heart and I agree
My heart and I agree
I'm irate, peeved, irate, peeved
Irate, bad state, bad state

'Cause I'm totally wired
Totally wired
Just totally wired
Totally wired
And I'm always worried
And I'm always worried
And I'm always worried
And I'm always worried
 

Corpsey

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was going to say if you hadn't posted the lyrics below the videos i'd probably have switched them off

but i do like that fiery jack to listen to - weirdly it reminds me of the end of 'wanna be startin something' lolll
 

luka

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one of those places, like brighton or melbourne, that liked the 90s so much it decided to stay there forever.

manchester is a sad little excuse for a city but i dont hate everything from there.
 
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