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1. |
Man in a Suitcase
04:32
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MAN IN A SUITCASE
Man in a suitcase – Codeword Stealth
Head in a basket,
Face on the shelf
TV imploded,
Glass in the grate
Servants all left
When they learned of his fate
Man in a suitcase - shoot don't shoot!
He’s the royal surgeon
White flannel suit
Specks of mud and spittle
Snakeskin boot
Got out before the crash
Not generous with the loot
The story was rerun
Headlines on page one
Behind enemy lines
Wedding party demise
Man in a suitcase - underground
Disguised in a Vivienne Westwood gown
Dental records never found
Frozen banknotes form a shroud
Extraordinary rendition bound
Waterboard, hot wired sound
Pleasure boats, merry-go-round
State of perpetual war
Shot on hijacked train
Wire the story to Reuters
Then do it all again
Man in a suitcase: entropy
Man In a suitcase - shoot don't shoot
Shoot… don't shoot him!
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2. |
January Sale
03:26
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JANUARY SALE
GOTTA GET DOWN TO THE JANUARY SALE
GONNA FIND ME A BARGAIN BUY
I’VE GOT THE CREDIT IF YOU HAVEN’T THE CASH
DON’T PAY…’ TIL JUNE OR JULY
GOTTA GET DOWN TO THE JANUARY SALE
BABY WILL YOU COME TOO?
GONNA VISIT THE STORE THAT’S LEADING THE WAY
IN OUTSTANDING CHOICE… & VALUE
GOTTA GET DOWN TO THE JANUARY SALE
I NEED IT! I WANT IT! IT’S MINE!
I FEEL REAL GRAND, IN MY SOUL I KNOW
EVERYTHING IN THIS WORLD’S… JUST FINE
COME ON DOWN TO THE JANUARY SALE
SUPPORT CHILD LABOUR SO FINE
10 KIDS IN MUMBAI SOW SEQUIN STARS
THAT GLITTER IN THE SWEAT & GRIME
JANUARY SALE EARLY BIRD SALE
DON’T GET LEFT BEHIND
SALES FEVER HITS THE CITY
GOTTA GET DOWN TO THE JANUARY SALE
WE HAVEN’T A MOMENT TO LOSE
SPECTACULAR DEALS ON LADIES HIGH HEELS
FREE LIVER WITH EACH CRATE OF BOOZE
GOTTA GET DOWN TO THE JANUARY SALE
IT’S WHAT I’M LIVING FOR!
SHINY NEW THINGS MAKE MY HEART SING
I THANK GOD! I WASN’T BORN POOR
JANUARY SALE EARLY BIRD SALE
DON’T GET LEFT BEHIND
SALES FEVER HITS THE CITY
THE DEMAND WAS INCREDIBLE
BRIDE ON A BUDGET
HEY! SHOPPERS!
HEY LOOK AT THOSE CRAZY ANIMALS
SHOPPERS RUSHED TO BAG A BARGAIN
THEY WERE QUEUING BY 3 IN THE MORNING
I WAS IN SOME KIND OF CRAZY VILLA!
I RAN AWAY TO MARRY MR TICKLE
SAVE THE BABIES!
BUY 1 ROLLS ROYCE & GET ANOTHER…ABSOLUTELY FREE
SMALL PIECE OF BREAD
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3. |
Turn the Tables
02:30
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Turn The Tables
Just because you're eating on your knees
Doesn't mean you can't make an occasion of it!
Twinkling tea-lights
Charger plates
Pretty dessert dishes
Retro style mesh food hoods
Social occasions deserve special tables
Key into the landscape
Make a glamorous impromptu canopy
Galvanised buckets in the centre
Flower heads in a line of beakers
Turn the tables, beautiful tables
Cluster candle holders
A pale sugared almond palette
Distinctive desirable tips
With pink ribbon ties and tabletop staples
Sourcing tables, turn the tables
Old wallpaper and beak bone dust
Dive-bombing flies & wasps
Snips of glue and resin
Hip flask dogs
Papier-mache chairs
Cut-purse vagrants tied to napkins with gardening string
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The Girl Who Didn’t Believe in Space
The girl who didn’t believe in space
Never looked up from her satellite kitchen
The stars were rumours, the sky just a waste
The world above was not to her taste.
Then tumblers were rattling
From base to apex
The cutlery shivered
Windows went vortex
The humming of engines
Strange optical effects
Shimmering lights span
Ten hovering decks
The girl who didn’t believe in space
Time zones slide in the same place
The fridge slowly spins upon its base
Then melts away from all trace
My lawyer just said
Don’t you worry 'bout that
It's all smoke and mirrors
Fools the proletariat
She span on the spot
Never looked up
Ladder of light
Swept her above
The girl who didn’t believe in space
Found alive in a pile of rubbish
Eyes like saucers in this brave new world
Towers alive with the singing of birds
A lovely four wheel drive oasis
Master & servant held in stasis
Awoken during international crisis
Planes converge from secret bases
She tried to look down
Keep her feet on the ground
While outer space swivelled
And the world rolled around
The girl who didn’t believe in space
Flown away to secret location
Ranting on about wind energy
Her latent revolutionary vocation
The media gagged, no news sensation
The rags instead squawk with indignation
Hear the bleeding hearts club band
Squad bloody turbines near my land
Well damn eyesores bring the tone down
Now the hamlet looks like chicken town
Not a speck, or a signal, not a sign or a trace
Of the girl who didn’t believe in space
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5. |
Bubblegum Girl
04:16
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BUBBLEGUM GIRL
YES!
Bubblegum girl eats
Monster munch Bacardi
Toffee flavoured vodka shots
Free Moccacino Latte
Integrated spectacle
She’s admired in the city
For spraying luminous blobs
Of pink anarchist graffiti
Bubblegum Girl - identical to no-one
Bubblegum Girl - imitated by none
Bubblegum Girl – honeyed by the sun
Bubblegum Girl – the chosen one
She’s on your wall in Facebook
Updated every minute
Amongst photos of strangers
She’ll anonymously fidget
340th friend!
Her life’s a zero digit
Known within the w.w.w.
As a restless free spirit
Bubblegum Girl - identical to no-one
Bubblegum Girl - imitated by none
Bubblegum Girl – honeyed by the sun
Bubblegum Girl – the chosen one X2
Bubblegum girl now
Checks in at departures
Shoes removed and squashed
Just the regulations
Now we’ve removed the risk
There’s no need for you to stop
Your designated status
Is to relax and shop
I sliced off my own hand!
Perfumed poison in the air
Bubblegum Girl - identical to no-one
Bubblegum Girl - imitated by none
Bubblegum Girl – honeyed by the sun
Bubblegum Girl – the chosen one
I shed my skin like a snake!
They followed me with the Hoover
Bubblegum Girl – YES!
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6. |
Fan Club Extract
01:29
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7. |
Face in the Bag
03:12
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FACE IN THE BAG
Good morning sorry late
I call you with pleasure
About work starting work
New financial measure
We are like family
I think we meet before
I need to look work
You help me open door
And we dance like forever
With no dreams
In a corrugated lean-to
Behind trees
Sort apple factory fruit
Help me bring over wife
I join InterRecruit
Begin brave new life
Tent over at roundabout
Convenient for work
Alone can try always
Dependable never shirk
And we dance like forever
With no dreams
And the rain falls in buckets
Through the trees
The face in the bag
It tell me text mobile
It say sorry mate
Your name not on file
Do not call tomorrow
I wind up on the street
I am look profound
Plastic bags on my feet
And we dance like forever
With no dreams
Under the snow
In the breeze
Hey you first world pig
Credit card and crossed cheques
It's time to change your life
Baader-Meinhof complex
Hey you first world pig
You go stutter stutter
Please wait, Mother Courage
She fix you in the gutter
And we dance like forever
With no dreams
In a corrugated lean-to
Behind trees
And we dance like forever
With no dreams
And the rain falls in buckets
Through the trees
And we dance like forever
With no dreams
Under the snow
In the breeze
And the face in the bag
In my dreams
Dances and shimmers
In the trees
Dances and shimmers
In the trees
Dances and shimmers
In the trees
Dance in the river
In your dreams
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8. |
Part of the Song
03:12
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Part of the Song
I am the cup never to be filled
I am the calf waiting to be killed
I am the lips not to be kissed
I am the fingers clenched in a fist
I am the day you never forgot
I am the novel in search of a plot
I am the wave riding the sea
I am the knave collecting his fee
I am the painting in the Rubens room
I am the tapestry fresh from the loom
I am the hands cut from a thief
I am the veins that pattern the leaf
I am the stranger in a room of friends
I am the banker whom no-one defends
I am the flesh of the body politic
I am the conjuror, I am the trick
I am the glass crunching underfoot
I am the bandage that covers the cut
I am the holy man surrounded by corpses
I am the first of several courses
I am the actor walking the stage
I am the lion and I am the cage
I am the footsteps that fill you with dread
I am the bullet in the dictator's head
I am the fire, flash in the pan
I am the diary of the unknown man
I am the vision obscured by the dream
I am the vapour swirling in steam
I am the hours in a life so long
I am the singer, I am the song
I am the key, where is the lock?
I am the space between the tick and the tock
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9. |
Unfocused Rage
02:14
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Unfocused Rage
Are you in tonight?
I am going gym but around for some kebab and Four Weddings laters if you be about?
Cher looks like Cheryl Cole would after 3 months on crystal meth.
Patsy is well fit innit.
Ordered a bottle of wine without see the price. This was almost certainly a bad move. I said. Whoring it about. He had a tart with him while he was drugging the little freeballer.
Think of it.
I hope the female wrestler is a lesbian & make love to the beauty queens & the dwarf will be the voyeur.
Pregnant women are already set to raid my pay packet via the tax system, I would rather they did not take up parking spaces as well.
What hope has this country got of ever living in freedom when we allow the Government to tell us when to shop
THESE TRAIN DRIVERS ARE TAKING THE BISCUIT!
How is this for a creed, Dare to care and dare to share. What is wrong with that lol.
Stop the wars and so on. New Ikea ad simply brilliant all warm & homely... Sounds AMAZING Georgie. Thanks, perfecto. Hope you had a lovely morning. I've been in meetings all day. Soz. Cooking on gas, flash. In the pan.
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LAMENT FOR THE MILKY BAR KID
He’ll be back when his giro’s run out
He only took a peerage & half a wad of snout
Lessons will be learned he confidently said
As he bought a one-way ticket, his accounts simply red
Fish fiddle and faith every Sunday at 10
A crumpled suit and a fistful of yen
Mobile full of hostile messages again
Their purpose obscure, the senders insane
High-class hookers in the windmills of his mind
Sucking his senses, tanning his behind
Watching filthy lucre, helping him unwind
With a well-earned rest from the daily grind.
He looks so smooth and in control
From the safety of his fox hole
Where he patronises us at length
Watch those types who preach dissent
Kicking over bottles, drunk and spent
Dribbling doggerel with ill intent
Filing a memo, take them down
Snort another line and devalue the pound
High-class hookers in the windmills of his mind
Sucking his senses, tanning his behind
With a well-earned rest from the daily grind.
Chilly carpet showroom, clumsy fist fight
Between rival businessmen on a crowded flight
Flat screen TV in Wetherspoons tonight
Broadcasts it daily to the locals out of spite
He laughed when the millions wrapped him in bling
Now just to feel normal he licks sterling
Hypnotised by his life of spin
Action Man with vinyl skin
Fraud case at Old Bailey forever deferred
The brother at the lodge gave him his word
And the great architect so obscure and proud
Keeps his eye on the dollar and his gun on the crowd.
High-class hookers in the windmills of his mind
Sucking his senses, tanning his behind
Watching filthy lucre, helping him unwind
With a well-earned rest from the daily grind.
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11. |
Heavenbound
01:43
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Heavenbound
Self-draining, space saving
Simulated, finely crafted
Folds away in seconds
Mould-free, extra long
Heavenbound!
All warm and homely
It feels like…
…you’re sleeping on air
As a different farm animal announces each hour
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70 MINUTES WITHOUT BREATHING
It’s time to speak
Of my hidden agenda
Offspring of a 19 hour
Cocaine bender
The parcel’s in the post
No return to sender
A mix of stool & chilli
Produced in a blender
Train your brain
Shrink your arms
My life of pills
Christ in my coffee
A fire-bombing flasher
Cheated, I turned to Voodoo
Old bones a holy wonder
Burger van in Episcopal purple
A stripper delivered my baby
Made of brown paper & glue
Star couple help refugees
And take twins for ice cream too
Train your brain
Shrink your arms
My life of pills
Christ in my coffee
I drive a corpse around town
70 minutes without breathing
I dream possible futures
With multiple layers of meaning
Styling from the ground up
Silence full of screaming
Missing 15 minutes
I stroll upon the ceiling
Train your brain
Shrink your arms
My life of pills
Christ in my coffee
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13. |
Stand up Dada
00:42
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14. |
Haiku 77
03:20
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HAIKU 77
Truth fears stupidity.
Hunted black summer leaves smoke
Prayers work then the hairs burn.
Softly, smoke clashes.
Judges burn the lakes.
Dull heat waits.
Poverty bends fear
Men bend broken legs.
The cities melt.
Arrows move rain.
The lovers eat the lovers.
The fortresses loiter.
The armies bend winds.
Stupidity pays.
The black prospects play.
Soft hell splashes
Greenly sad armadas burn.
Eyes break hearts.
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15. |
Linguini in China
05:25
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LINGUINI IN CHINA
LINGUINI IN CHINA
RISOTTO IN PERSPEX
MULTIPLEX DINER
DESIGNED TO PERPLEX
NEVER SOLD FINER
LEGIONS OF UNREST
OUTDOOR MINER
SIGNING ON JOBLESS
POSTMODERN ARTIST CONCEPT
BOAT SHED BOAT FOR TURNER
BIN-IT-ALL AT FUCK-IT-ALL
SEE US NOW ON TWATTER
WE'LL WORK FOR NOTHING
MARS BARS IN BATTER
DISENGAGE THE TELEPHONE
ESPERANTO PATTER
FISH FILLETT KNIFE
SCISSOR-TASTIC ACTION
GAVE BIRTH TO MY OWN FAT
HEATHEN BEAST OF FICTION
I WENT FROM AWKWARD NERD
STRANGE PROCESS OF REDUCTION
TO SUPER HERO MUSCLE
SAVE ALL FROM DESTRUCTION
POSTMODERN ARTIST CONCEPT
BOAT SHED BOAT FOR TURNER
BIN-IT-ALL AT FUCK-IT-ALL
SEE US NOW ON TWATTER
WE'LL WORK FOR NOTHING
MARS BARS IN BATTER
DISENGAGE THE TELEPHONE
ESPERANTO PATTER
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