The Words of Mark E. Smith

[woops]

Sometimes life is like a new bar
Plastic seats, beer below par
Food with no taste, music grates
I'm living too late

this is the most comprehensible so far, basically MES speaking his mind

 

[william_kent]

I don't sing,
I just Shout!

 

[william_kent]

Loads of people across the land,
Do a prescribed death dance,
While condemning speed and grass

 

[Benny Bunter]

What you need is:
One. What face?
Two: face new
Three. Face mag for arse
Four. Three rules of audience
Five. Mug of Geoff Travis, framed
Six. The book Theft is Vision by the brothers Copeland.

 

[Benny Bunter]

Other stuff MES says You need:

An oven mitt for your verbose kitchen.
A bit of Iggy Stooge.
Reduced smoking habit.
Sex (but not having it)
Slippery shoes for your horrible feet.
A censor for pals like these.
Finance luck.

 

[version]

Monks crawl around
And their sons are singing songs
In Leeds, Montreal and Rome

 

[william_kent]

Depression abounds,
His type is doing the rounds,
He is a scum-egg:
A horrid trendy wretch
.

 

[william_kent]

We are mod mock goth

 

[version]

I've set myself off listening to lots of The Fall again;

So Queen Victoria
Is a large black slug in Piccadilly, Manchester



A Shepherd's Bush man
Eats from a can

 

[catalog]

I like that pic

 

[version]

Yeah, so do I. Mark used that sleeve for one of the Fall posts on his blog too;

k-punk: Memorex for the Krakens: The Fall's Pulp Modernism

k-punk.abstractdynamics.org

 

[catalog]

Very Manchester scene

 

[STN]

Buzz of the all-night mill
Ah but evil
Emigrés from old green glades
Pretentious eh?

 

[luka]

this just came on listen to this its brilliant!

 

[luka]

i cant understand anything this horrible old pissed walnut says this leering gargoyle

 

[version]

Dr. Buck's Letter and the William Blake tune are both on that album too;

Oh citizens of London
Enlarge thy countenance
From the flaming wind-hairs of thought
In his forehead

Rome didn't matter or come off
But Heaven and Hell did
And look up
The fire, the fire is falling
Look up, look up.

 

[luka]

i think its his birthday today

 

[luka]

William Blake (28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827) was an English poet, painter, and printmaker. Largely unrecognised during his life, Blake is now .

 

[version]

 

[woops]

I've been raving about that album to you for time @luka every track's a winner for EXCEPT the keyboard brass one.