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Beltsander
01:54
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Hey man,
How's Sarsaparilla?
I'm so desperate for a haircut
Never sing songs about coffee and cigarettes they just sound rubbish.
Attempts to tape my subconscious mind in between seasons
It’s my raison d'etreon
Dodecahedrons
I can take them or leave them
Holiday and the cats back
No we've already done that
I hate those rhymes
The glass is half full
I can’t even see the fucking glass
Maybe I need to change my contact lens prescription
But if I had to be a tool
I'd be a belt sander
I'd be a belt sander for you.
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2. |
Boring
03:17
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I'll be with the rest of beardy cunts I suppose
Brimming with unspent sperm
I don't care, I don't care, I don't care
He's a flicky haired ponce but it’s got nothing to do with me
Fizzled out and flushed away
Thugs beat me with a toaster because I'm gay
Insert crumpet and waffle based puns here
I don't normally have my first emotion until around 10:30
But I was ready for a change
My my my what a wonderful smile
My my my my my what a wonderful smile
I am the ring throwing,
mug throwing,
shape throwing fucking bastard.
At the bottom of the sea.
Where the sediment should be.
You want to see a grown man cry
Well so do I
But we can't both go first
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3. |
I'm A Goth
06:07
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You're back in the room
We captured faces after 1 to 2 to 3 glasses of wine
Everyone looks happier
Except the guy on the left
He looks like he's ready to kill himself
Bashing my head against the rocks
Last night I was awake when I should have been asleep thinking about how much I couldn't stand you
I'm a goth I'm a goth I'm a goth
Look at my sad little face
I was lining up with the rest of the mugs
Waiting for my paltry hand out
But they only had chicken left
Constantly cantankerously cunting up the place
Like a dead fish floating in my brain
I was getting sick from the ups and down
Running my taps till they ran completely cold
I couldn't quite find my rhythm
I couldn't quite find my rhythm
I couldn't quite find my
Like the worst episode of Star Trek you ever saw
A hate filled bastard still hungry for more
I hate this shirt, it’s too thin
I can't find the ifs and buts but when I do I’ll send them in
I've been filling myself up on frangipane creams
If I had something to say I'd have said it by now
Did you want to see my prototype face?
Aloe vera, 'ello steve
I couldn't quite find my rhythm
I couldn't quite find my rhythm
I couldn't quite find
I don't care about the coffee shop poets
Whether they did or did not already know it
But I've been sold so many dodgy power tools
I'm with Shatner
Working out my instincts I suppose.
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4. |
Long Distance Jelly
05:08
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Knuckle down
Have another drink and embrace the blackness
Today I'm gonna stimulate my face off
Why?
And the car smells when the engine’s cold
In the corner
Just a sea of blackness and me
If you’re wondering how many more days
I'm gonna keep this half a wispa
Well keep wondering
The VHS cut for the real fans
Furiously yours
...
Nothing in the cupboards
Nothing for breakfast
Sleep deprived
More or less for no reason
Last song of the week
About bloody time
Tired of trying
To consistently rhyme
Words that don't
With the let’s cook fruit food factory
There isn't even any heat
It’s just mincing said the bishop to the butcher
If you can't stomach it now
Try waking up looking at her
Holiday and the cat's back
To watch TV
And fill up on Dreamies
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5. |
Sitcom Wives
04:49
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Sitcom wives
Sitcom wives
Stirring the loins of men everywhere
I'm stirred right up
Like an Ovaltine cup
Sleep is for sheep
Just to give them something to do
My driving's worse
Slow and inefficient
We'll drive real slow
Geronimo
All that socialising killed it for me
Lost it
Blank in the brain every thought spent on someone else
Not sure if it’s a waste
Just spent that's all
Up to my waist
The morphine and the sharks
I was the dead fish on the harbour
Times got worse
But I felt good though
My face in the gravel and sand
Even the water's just foam
Too much science fiction in my brain and chlorine in my eyes
Poolside
And I'm fried
Like my bacon like my eggs I'm toast
Like my toast
I've seen spectacles
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6. |
Too Happy To Live
06:05
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We done as the instructions stated
Chopped into small pieces etc
But the chopper would not spin
Both me and my partner had knives and were chopping the pieces smaller and smaller
But we ended up using the food processor
My 5 year old daughter bought this with her birthday money
It can't even blend a soft banana
We finally finished
And I cleaned up the mess
Bring on the rain I've got nothing too lose
Sheaths of Gortex line my waterproof shoes
I've got the fixing to fix inept DJ blues
As I watch the cars from my kitchen
Me and my sophisticated brain
We stay the same
You're still the chocolate santa that never got eaten
That condescending prick
Draw me a line around all the things I should give a fuck about
I'm miles out
Mutant pig with a human face and a penis grown on it's forehead
Caught on camera
Watch out Beadle’s about
I've got goggles that'll get you seeing dinosaurs
For novelty I won first place
But I kept dribbling down my front of my jumper
A gangling white pile of floured bones
Show me the place where the spiders go
Sell my body to the sea
I don't understand what the point of this is
It doesn’t make any sense.
Some of the words aren't even real words
Or at least not used in the correct context
It’s like you’re reading it off the back of a cereal packet
You're having a laugh aren’t you
I'm fucking trying
You swear too much
You swear too much
Steve Lamac will never play you if you do
It doesn’t count
We cant all be Metal Hammer music magazine material
Welcome bullshit corner
I was
I was doing my patio at the weekend
But no one seems that interested in that
I can't say I blame them
But it’s some bloody nice block paving
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Whale
05:00
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Whoops, I've stepped on a frazel
Happy Meal with a side order of fetish porn
Sleaze McBurger
McChildren see McPorn at McDs
McFilters can't stop McFetish fucking filth
Have you any idea what time it is?
None.
If he knew I was a girl would it really make a difference
My head don't send me no candles no more
Scrambled egg all over the floor
No caffeine, no booze and no salt
The pressure's too high, it’s got to come down
But what's wrong with a few red blood cells rushing around
Leather bullshit
But how long did they spend painting on your tits
It's just window dressing I suppose
But what windows
Two pounds of chicken in half a pound skin
Tuck it in? Don't tuck it in?
Should be easy enough
All the fluid I've drunk
Bury his bones and harvest his meat
We've got hungry inuits to feed
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Truthseeker Music Falmouth, UK
Record label based in the UK. Owned and run by Alex, Phill and Stephen.
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