Lyrics
Blood O' London
We share the trains with angels who turn off their phones to talk to you. They slowly move and oft remain and shall when I am gone. I stored the sounds of things I found, in both lo-res and sensurround. My files are on the web, my love, to see when I have gone. I leave this town my heart in pain, singing as I fade. To shine today a light will die, we see then we are gone. A billion thinkers ride the trains. Our dreams have made us unafraid. We feel this place is all alive, still so when I am gone.
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You've Been Injected
With A Tracking Device
You stole my motor, man, and that ain't nice. You scared my family, now you're paying the price. Do you think they found you with the shake of a dice? Oh no, you've been injected with a tracking device. You've been injected with a tracking device, you've been injected with a tracking device. That's what you get, man, when your heart's full of ice, you've been injected with a tracking device. Before I knew you I was calm as a cat. Now I've got to sleep with a baseball bat. But I'm laughing now, locked in the dark in my flat, cos I'm always gonna know where my enemy's
at.
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Electrick Car
Back to your place in your battery car.
Hoping that it ain't so far.
Silent floating through the night.
Happy people lights all bright.
Back to your place in your battery car.
Never thought I'd get this far.
Sitting close you smile so warm.
Sliding off towards the dawn
in Yyour e lect tric car.
I made you a Love-CD.
You turn it on it's you and me.
T Rex, David, Barry White
whizzin under city lights.
Back to your place in your battery car.
Never thought we'd come so far.
The earth still has to die the same
but we can think we're not to blame
in our e lect tric car.
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Armchair Anarchist
The anarchist sits in his Habitat chair, droning on about when he had spiky green hair. When he used to drink snot from a half pint glass. When he scratched 'Sid Lives' with a pin on his ass. That tatoo is still there but it never gets seen. Probably best, now he quite likes Keane. The anarchist loves his Habitat chair. The anarchist just sits there. 2 We were young and in love and at the centre of the zeitgeist.
Now my ex wife thinks I am an antichrist. She said where's all the romance? The pogoing? The snogging? I should remember this advice when I next go dogging.The anarchist loves his comfy old chair. The anarchist just sits there.
In his wellies watching GlasstonBrie on the telly in com(a) fort and Say (a) fety and Luxury and Warmth.
Now the anarchist lies
In a mahogany box.
His gravestone lies
About a life of hard-knocks
Money rules music, punk was a light switch
The anarchist died wrestling an ostrich
He thought he was fighting for the cause of an ar kee
But his primary skill was inactivity. At
dishing out blame he did a brilliant job.
This an ar kist was a cat a tonic blob.
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We're The Middle Men
WE'RE THE MIDDLE MEN
We're the middle men x4
My middle is bigger than yours
We're the middle men
VERSE 1
We got cars, we got houses
We got career-women partners in Cath Kidston blouses
We got houses, we got cars
We drink Frappacinos in the Nero bars
We've got iPods, we've got Apple Macs
I really do think we pay too much income tax
We got Apple Macs, we got iPods
Some of my daughter's class-mates, ooh they're little sods!
We got gardens
We've got push chairs
spend a lot of time (a) with (a) twee (a) zers (a) plucking out (a) grey (a) hairs
We got push chairs
We got gardens
we've got endless unused early morning croissants
We're the middle men x2
My middle is bigger than yours
We're the middle men
We got git-ars
We've got jeans
(now) She musn't have peanut-butter oh just fill her with beans
We dont like smokers
We do like 'Lost'
But we never watch much TV cos we're just egg zosted
We've got sofas
We can do first-aid
It doesn't mean its not real work cos we dont get paid (we're childcarers!!)
Watch this!
Do the buggy display here
Yaisss!
We've got blackberries
I've got a hernia
When that woman with the tractor got clamped I thought that'll learn ya
We're the middle men x2
My middle is bigger than yours
We're the middle men
Nothing worse
There's nothing worse
Chicken Pox (a) out (a) breaks (a) Nothing (aa) Worse
Squeaking buggy wheels
Queues at Waitrose
Cost of downloads
Dogs in sand pits
Hard kids at Soft Play
Too many gastro-pubs
Not enough gastro-pubs
Speeding cars
Traffic calming
Parking Attendants
Big Long Buses
Trouble with broadband
Dreary architecture
Spoons in the knife tray
Teenagers in the swing park
Cost of organic pig-meat
New Morrisey album's good though
Ryanair
Endless birthday parties
Pizza pamphlets
Price of Big-Chill tickets
Cinema Volumes
Dead pixels
Unneccessary little biscuits at Starbucksc
Where does the day go?
Hundreds of bloody fluffy toys
Well trashed play-rooms
Violin lessons
The endless conveyor belt of washing up
Waiting lists for yoga
Full up memory sticks
Queuing for petrol behind people who are in there - shopping!!
Weak phone signals
Pre-recorded computerised daily telesales
Being held in a queue
You was called by ******** wot never left their **** namba
Books about fairies
Clogged up ink-jets
Scumbag Chavs sitting smoking in the Parent and baby parking spaces
We're the middle men x2 (yes we are)
My middle is bigger than yours
We're the middle men.
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Drunk & Running
Round The Town
Drunk and running around the town x6
It's a mental thing, yes, but I'm not sick
I just feel the need to explore the city very quick
I drink and I run through the late night streets
I heat the concrete with my scurrying and jet-propelled feet
I love the street lights, the cars and the dark, dark shops
I love the sweat in my hair as I run away from the cops
The authorities can't catch me because I run, like the wolf, so quickly x2
Drunk and running around the town x2
I've split this city into separate sections
I suppose you want to know how I make my selection of changes in direction
I'm like a dog in a zoo sniffing too much choice
My route through the city is decided by a little voice
When I'm out there and running, I'm not connected to the world
It's good for my muscles and for my posture, see me move like a geisha girl
I've got to move fast and I've got to move random
Maps are just shapes and colours and I can't understand them
The authorities can't catch me because I run, like the wolf, so quickly x2
Drunk and running around the town x2
I squeeze through gaps where I don't quite fit
Into underground car parks when I haven't got a permit
At half time I might listen to the trees in Sloane Square
Or stand at the windows of Top Shop drooling at the underwear
I might caress a statue or kiss a car
Or lie down and try hard to get my eyes to focus on the Dog Star
I gaze up at the office blocks gleaming and glistening
Then I creep into the sewers and I sit there listening
I am a highly intoxicated urban explorer
I'm a human no more. I belong to the fauna and flora
Hey! You could drink and run through the city, come and join me!
We'll move as a family, as an assembly of Mach 3 worker bees
Meet me on the streets and we'll run through the dark
We'll move in logical patterns and when we see the moon we'll all bark
The authorities will never catch us
Because we drink and we run and we move as a group faster than the night bus
Drunk and running around the town x4
OK I'm going to interview God now:
It's a privilege to meet you, glad you could come
Humankind, do you love us? Or are we just scum?
Oh erm well really er gee I guess so
Don't get me wrong, I'm not being hostile
But wouldn't it be good if you had a mobile?
Oh erm well really er gee I guess so
I just have to ask
Can you confirm that you truly exist?
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Can't Stop Kissing
My Drum-Machine
I can't stop kissing my drum machine.
This is my song I'm singing it to you it won't take long and it's partly true 1,2,3,4 I came to this country in a submarine (partly true) I wanna do the right thing by the Queen (partly true) I wanna live a life that's ordered and cleean (partly true) I can't stop kissing my drum machine. I'm nifty, I'm shifty I'm nearly 50. A five and a zero.
This (a) little box (a) has destroyed (a) my (a) life (aaa)
This (a) little box (a) has replaced (a) my (a) wife (a)
She was a Drum (a) box (a) widow and she said (a) "screw (a) you!"(aaa)
"Stick your tricksy gadget (aa) you & me are through"
I confess I can't resist (a) silver buttons red (a) lights
It's a boom (a) boom (a) chikka chikka box (a) of delight
Have you ever wished for what you've already got?
I haven't gone bald yet.
I came to this country in a submarine (partly true). I can't stop kissing my drum machine
Not enough time, too many choices.
I hope this'll help to stop the voices.
I can't stop kissing my drum machine.
A drumbox is a gadget if I smash it it'll die.
I am your drumbox, you are my slave. Get down on your knees, now kiss me Dave.
Not enough time, too many choices.
I hope this'll help to stop the voices.
I hope this doesn't happen very soon but I'd like to die lost on the Moon.
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Myth-Buster
I'm the Myth-Buster durdle urdle ur
I'm the Myth-Buster durdle urdle ur
I'm the Myth-Buster durdle urdle ur
Guess What? - I've got no friends
I know, I know, the bells and the snow
He's Santa Claus - you've got to let him go
Cant get thin by swallowing a pill
No one left the womb with a preloaded skill
I scream and I sweat and I still can't forget
cos the Millenium Bug was a very real threat
Your good luck charm is a polished pebble
Eating chocolate is not the act of a rebel
Newspapers are never free of lies
Thinking a magazine is your friend is never wise
You wont die if you're the last to reach the next red light.
A brand new film is no different on opening night
Those earwax candles are a scandal and a fake
Your painkiller habit causes your headache
Love isn't "what do I get?" It's a verb. Dont wait.
Spread the good news around our charming suburb
You wont get rich by swallowing a pill
All of us in some way are mentally ill
(You speak for yourselves)
I'm the Myth-Buster durdle urdle ur
Guess What? - I've got zero friends
I know I know the bells and the snow - I'm a myth buster durdle
The desire for fame is a mental illness & a devil
Every celeb has only 7 percent of your present self esteem level
Don't hurry to your workstation, militant commuter
Do you really miss your computer?
You can't improve your kids by giving them pills
Death is not reversible
1a2a3a4) Love isnt what do I (a) get (aaaa) it's ac (a) tion
1a2a3a4) and you (aa) control (aa) your own (a) satisfac (a) tion
You can't get thin by swallowing a pill
No one left the womb with a preloaded skill
lemme back in (1234 1234 1) I'll never
Do it again (1234 1234 1234)
lemmy back in (1234 1234) I want to be
lieve (2) again (1234).
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Office Boy Is Offis Head
By Mr Irvine
Office Boy Is Offis Head.
Office Boy Is off his head. That young man is an Onion head. Look at him, the living dead.
Office Boy is going insane. This young man has a monkey's brain.
Office Boy is really mad, ask for help and he seems glad.
Office Boy will not be rushed, see to it that he is crushed.
Office Boy lives on his own, I say punch him on the temporal bone.
He says that he'd like to learn to play the trombone so place him in the output-zone.
He like to make a loan. Punch him.
Office Boy believes he's free. This is how it's meant to be.
He is filled with love. Is that something we can make good use of?
We're the Output-Gluttons. Push more buttons.
That young man is an Onion head.
Something is strange, he's starting to change.
Something's funny cause he doesn't want more money.
His loving smile we haven't seen in a while
He's starting to sneer at all of us here.
He doesn't volunteer and he's only in first gear.
Something is wrong he doesn't belong.
Office Boy is thinking things. He says you don't exist till you've got some enemies.
He's turning bad. He says:
"The machines that do magic are drinking your blood."
"Technology has brought us gormless superstitions."
"Disregard the transmissions of the dimwit logicians."
Let him know we're on his side but his application is denied.
Why is he dressed in cardboard boxes? He's off his head.
See to it that his time flys by.
Spray him like a tsetse fly.
Do not let the madness spread.
that young man is an Onion head.
Push more buttons, then double it, then double that, then do it again.
He is the insect, we are the Gods. His brain is only fit to feed our dogs.
We could sell his eyeballs on the Net. Think off all the revenue we'll get.
An enormous fly is attacjking my house. We must smash the computers Mr irvine.
An enormous fly is attacking my house but I remain neurologically intact.
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We're Gonna Spend
The Night At Bill Masheen
By Gideon Pure
Also for entrances2hell. The flute is played by the fabulous Stacey Thomson. On the website I warn people not to download this because the singer, Gideon Pure, is the leader of a dangerous entrance-worshipping cult.
LYRICS
Yellow temple, sleeping, guarded by green
We're gonna spend the night at Bill Masheen
It's the sweetest place that you've ever been
We're gonna spend the night at Bill Masheen
This peaceful night will always haunt your dreams
We're gonna spend the night at Bill Masheen
Old men, babies, thirtysomethings and teens
They're gonna spend the night at Bill Masheen
And she knows our dreams
Feel the wind and rest forget where you've been
Come on and spend the night at Bill Masheen
To love this graceful place is in your genes
You're gonna spend the night at Bill Masheen
We're the children of this whirlpool dream
We're gonna spend the night at Bill Masheen
Just surrender and your mind is clean
We're gonna spend the night at Bill Masheen
And she knows our dreams
We're never gonna leave, you're never gonna leave.
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Ssssuuuuft
By Android Beefcake
Yet another for the entrances2hell chart. See the E2h News Page.
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