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Been a Private Detective for Seventeen Months
Been a Private Detective for Seventeen Months
Don't do it for money, just do it for love
Like last night when my client got over excited
When his wife had an orgy and he wasn't invited
We sat in the car taking pictures and smoking
My client just sat there eating mini chedders and hoping

Will Oldham Sang To Me
Will Oldham sang to me and he said "how can anyone think anything is permanent" but I'm warning you I think I'm gonna feel this way until I die.

And building will come and then rot away and we'll both run out of kind things to say and I'll be shouting at you and you'll be shouting at me but we'll be shouting together and that will make me happy.

And when it all goes wrong, we'll be okay - we'll have our books and our CDs, we'll have a wall of DVDs - and some of them we've never watched before; we can kill and hour and a half with Richard Pryor and Brewsters Millions it'll be alright

A Good Idea
Got a good idea for tonight
Let's pretend we both work fro EMI
And we'll go into town with a bag of fake pills
And we'll give them to crap bands along with fake record deals
And before they realise everything isn't as it seems
We won't take any money but we'll take all their dreams away

Been a Private Detective for Seventeen Months
Been a Private Detective for Seventeen Months
Don't do it for money, just do it for love
Like last night when my client got over excited
When his wife had an orgy and he wasn't invited
We sat in the car taking pictures and smoking
My client just sat there eating mini chedders and hoping

Captain Non-entity
At night I turn into captain non-entity
Go to superhero parties and no-one remembers me
I can out torch the human torch
but I’ve got no talent when it comes to the small talk

Now it’s 3 am and I’m stuck in the kitchen

Joe conceeds ultimate defeat by blowing his face skywards with a shotgun
Joe concedes ultimate defeat
and blows his face into the street
i guess he's just a piece of meat
waiting for its soul to find its feet
and walk away

Kendo Nagasaki
I caught
myself
crying
in the
Mirror

When Everyone's Dead
When everyone's dead – I'm gonna walk around the whitgift centre, feeling sorry for myself and all the things I should have said. I won't bother writing songs, 'cause there'll be no-one there to listen. I won't bother reading books, 'cause there'll be no-one there to see we reading all those books, maybe girls to give me knowing looks that say "you know about existentialism, you know that life's just a prison, you know that people only really listen to those poets you like just to try to get a date for the night"

And don't get me started on Jack Kerouac – in my opinion he's just a sexist talentless twat that got lucky, and I only really read him at all because there was a girl in the year above me at school that had a polo-necked sweater and thought she was cool, so I brought White Light/White Heat and some wrap-around shades, and sat in the dark reading the beat poets for days, and just ended up with a headache and thought oh my God, I'm only six months away from becoming a Goth, I've got spiked up hair and a permanent cough and I think I'm gonna die alone

And then grunge came along and I started to grow my hair, and it was Pearl Jam and Nirvana everywhere, and I went to Lemonheads gigs and pretended I was stoned just so I'd look a bit more like Evan Dando, and girls would come up and try to hold my hand, and I could never really understand, 'cause all I'd changed was my hair and the band across the front of my t-shirt and suddenly my hands being guided down the back of a girls skirt and I'm thinking Kurt Cobain, you didn't really live or die in vain 'cause it life's just a series of pre-determined maps, and when you're born it's like you're put into a network f scalectric tracks, then it's plain to see my life was permanently frozen until the 1991Seattle grunge explosion that you had quite a bit hand in bringing to popularity And I started writing songs, 'cause there was somewhere there to listen

You be a friend, I'll be a friend to you
You be a friend, I'll be a friend to you
sell me your soul, i'll give my soul to you
and after a while, we can learn how to smile again
You be a friend, I'll be a friend to you

and if you want me to be morbidly obese