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A figure walks behind you
A figure walks behind you
A shadow walks behind you
A figure walks behind you
Days of booze and roses
Shine on us, free us all
Who is not irascible
He is no genius

You'd better take an older lover X6
You'll soon get tired of her

To take an older lover
Get ready for old stories
Of teenage sex
From the early sixties
Under cover

You know by now the Lord lays hard trails
When you see that man outside in the bucketing rain
You picture it in your cozy home.

You think you've blown a fuse,
Don't know how to react
You don't know where it's at.

Look under
Look under

From the hotbed of creation
In dream state.
The cure, bulletin, zeitung
Was in no pill.
Look under.

Conversation with Ham A. Circa: Post House Motel.



Australians in Europe X 6
Never ever breathe
Australians in Europe
Get a whiff of Air and Helium to breathe.*

Out of England, I dream of its creamery
When I'm there I dwell on Saxony.
In Turkey when I've been due to World War I
Istanbul is the place 'cause of my birthday.

I am barmy
Bleedin' barmy

Shhhh

We are private detectives onward back from a musical pilgrimage
We work under the name of the Fall.
Who would suspect this?
It is too obvious.
Our office is secluded.

No arc can be complete without my beloved Fall. This one just fit. I imagine it playing while Danny is in the holding room at the end. The lyrics mocking him, but the sad music (written after death of leader Mark E. Smith's father) does not.

This is finest time of my life

These are the biggest times of my life

These are the greatest times of my life
(repeat)

And that's the end.

And though, my darling,
There is another side you never see
Another side
And know, darling,
You know it's there, on the right
I'm pointing to it now
While you, your fragrance drags
It conveys me to the country

The Monks, оригинальный заголовок — «I Hate You»

Hey woman hey you you do you know why I hate you baby?
Because you make make me hate you baby
You maladjusted little monkey you

I hate you with a passion you know I do baby
You know why I hate you baby?

The flat is evil
Welcome, living leg-end

I was walking down the street
I saw the poster at the top

I was all on one leg
The streets were flagged

Unfortunately I'm coming from a bad end
And I'm destined for a bad end

But hanging around with you is like blood outta stone
Getting stuff outta youse is like blood outta stone
Blood outta stone

You're history

All those whose mind entitles themselves,
and whose main entitle is themselves,
shall feel the wrath of my bombast!

Clanging in my heart.
Bastard! Idiot!

Feel the wrath of my bombast!

And I guess you could just say it
And I guess you just see-see-see-couldn't say it
You're love-bound
Love-bound

You're out of bounds
Like your mother in the rain
Past the boundaries again

And your wife
And your settee
Don't wanna be mistreated by neo-bourgeoisie
I'm in a bourgeois town
I'm in a bourgeois town
I'm in a bourgeois town
Spread the news around

Something happened in Bremen, I know
Something I don't want to
Something under the ceiling muttered
Something in its steel shutters

Underlining my usual timing
Aligning casual set-list
And it aligned?

Got a reason to live, got a reason
For brains, butterflies for brains
That's it
Whizz bang butterflies for brains
She's got
Whizz bang butterflies for brains
Would walk ten country miles
In a fat person's moccasin

I'm in love with the Carrier Bag Man
I love the Carrier Bag Man
I love the Carrier Bag Man
Carrier bags strewn all around the room
Ah, the Carrier Bag Man, I am him
'Cause I am the Carrier Bag Man, I am the carrier bag man

I've no time to sit comfortable down

Said I ain't no millionaire
But I spent more money than one ever seen
I'm gonna change that scene one day
It's what you're supposed to say
Hey hey hey hey

Can't get far in land of immovable frogs
Can't get far in home of horrible hoax

Couldn't get ahead
I just couldn't get ahead

Come out of pub, the shop is closed
Come out of pub, Harry wants to know
When the next bus is
I said five or ten minutes
I had my change in my hands

The Fall Crop-Dust

It is cruel and blind
and does not compensate
the brutal fracture
leaves sprout all over
out in the heart of the garden

What really went on there?
we only have this excerpt:

There's a party going on down around here
Cruiser's Creek yeah
Watch the shirt-tails flapping in the wind
Sidewalk running
See the people holding from the back

The minute I get out of my tent,
My garden is covered with cement.
The minute I went,
And Radio One blasting outside.
Asterisk.
Twixt light and dark

He said I'm a handyman.

Shout!

Here's a dance that is pure hell
Enter at your peril
Take five deadbeat steps, do a stroll
Act like you just got outta jail
You must be repellent
Dance deadbeat descendant

I am the one who gave you a chance in life
How could you try and end my life

Draygo's guilt
Still apparent
Draygo's guilt
Still

When will the good Scotch return?
In all its scarred, splendor,
When will the price of Scotch come down?

Here`s him in nearly `85
Hanging around with pop scum
It`s not the business I despise
On this train, extended ride

Hands up, I can't do that
Wait till tomorrow
Pretends to think a lot
Not user friendly
So when we go in a second
What does that mean to you?
You take her from the back
We're so respectable

I went to the bank just to get a little money
When he told me their requirements I started feeling funny
He said "You ain’t got a house, you ain’t got a plot"
I ain’t got a window and I ain’t got a job
But it takes a lotta blue-backs to satisfy my honey
If I could get my hands on some f-oldin' money

Well, I went to the social just to get a little pension

My friends
Gonna tell you about my friends:
My friends ain't enough for one hand,
My friends ain't enough for one hand,
My friends don't amount to one hand,
One hand.

My friends don't add up to one hand,

Someone's always on my tracks
In a dark room you see more than you think
I'm out of my place, got to get back
I sweated a lot, you could feel the violence
I've got shears pointed straight at my chest
And time moves slow when you count it
I'm better than them, and I think I'm the best
But I'll appear at midnight when the films close

Well, I'm going down, down, down
My mind is a wreck
My head is spinning around and around
In the funnel of love

It's such a crazy, crazy, crazy thing
I get weak in my knees
My whole head's spinning

Get a hotel today.
Go get a hotel today.
Go get a hotel today.
Before the idea slips away,

Get a hotel.
Go get a hotel today.
That was the first question raised,

The people I like
The people I like live
The people I like live in kitchens and halls
I can't reach a decision on this
Can I come back to you on this?
Hitler lost his nerve on it
Doctor Morel prescribed it well, it's fast debts

Baghdad/Space Cog/Analyst
You'll never guess who informed
It was Craig and Steve
The stool pigeons, cha-cha-cha-cha...

Guest informant, guest informant
Guest informant, guest informant
I followed the colonel to the cheap hotel,

When I'm walking down the street
It's always you I seem to meet
Car coat on and steel boots on your feet (2)
And write your letters to the Evening News (3)
I pick up a knife and sing this tune:

It goes, Hey fascist! Hey fascist! Hey fascist!
You're gonna get it through the head,

He's not appreciated.
He's not appreciated.
He's not appreciated.

Drink the long draught, Dan,
for the Hip Priest.

I said drink the long draught, Dan,

Hot aftershave bop
Canisters from orange box
Bop aftershave shock
Courtesy orange box
Hey diggy diggety dog
Hot aftershave bop
Furniture defrost
Bop aftershave hot

(c) Bob McFadden/Rod McKuen

I'm a Mummy
I scare people
Look what happens when I walk up to somebody
I'm a Mummy
I was born one thousand nine hundred and fifty nine years ago
Look what happens when I walk up to somebody

I've sold my car, thrown in my job, I'm 34 years old
I think it's time I saw the world, and not Australia
I've sold my car thrown in my job I'm 34 years old
I think it's time I saw the world coz I hate the cold and rain and grey

I'm going to Spain
Cousin Norman had a real fine time last year
He said it doesn't rain

The dwarf plays pool to prove his height
People play games when they lose at life
There's no sport, lad, just acid tension stomach flared.
A madness in my area
I have seen the good and bad
I have seen declining tracks, [climbing tracks?]
I have seen the madness in my area
Honor served time till I'm asked about it

Liars of all
You are flying
You are flying
You are flying
By sailing

You gotta kick the can or I'm sailing some foreign land
You are sailing

Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy. Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy.

J. Hill's** satanic reign.
Ass-lickers King O'Team.

Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy x 2.

In the marble halls of the charm school.

Pained and intense, man
They were inquiring.
They were curious orange...
They rode over peasants like you, they rode over peasants like you,
And their horses loved them too, and their horses loved them too.
They Were Kurious Orange. They Were Curious Orange.
They built the world as we know it, all the systems you traverse.
Rode slipshod over all dumbshits.

Crow's feet are ingrained on my face
And I'm living too late
Try to wash the black off my face, but it's ingrained
And I'm living too late

Sleepless, in-control spleen
Agreed ace family
Must have stump tripod in the genes

Saw six men
Under a tall tower
Break it to him
Like I'm breakin it to you, gently
The nice people
Will remind you, oh yeah
Kicking, white, cheerleader
When the tired cheerleader

The ward was arraigned with spats of blood.
The victim, castigate, and yet, part of us.
The thoughts in eyes as seen under a hood
Burned in my own eyes and in my blood!
Mark'll sink us.
A message mesmerized, on all English breath,
The crux pretty grasped, but mostly misunderstood.
Mark'll sink us.

And what is that branch?
What branch is it?
Account is altered
And nine year olds

Walk around
In debt record
Account is altered

Everything you see you want
Go to clubs
A middle class revolt
Put it down, put it down

He wants Homestyle
Sublimates the envy to C2s
Bump into each other and jolts D2s, D1s

The evil is not in extremes
It's in the aftermath
The middle mass
After the fact
Vulturous in the aftermath

Summer close season
A quiet dope and cider man

Mr Pharmacist
Can you help me out today
In your usual lovely way
Oh Mr Pharmacist I insist
That you give me some of that vitamin see
Mr Pharmacist

Dear Pharmacist won't you please

Oh-arr you're a good lad
Here is a pound note
The stupid bit*h
They were made for each other
You should have met his brother
His mother was deaf and dumb
Well that stupid git
Played games with names

Rockin' records
Rockin' records
Rock the record
Rockin' records
The guy's rock records

Big priest

I'm hunting and I'm tryna find
A belt in the early morn
When your home is a trash mount
Look all over but you're right out

In need of black strap
No belts in this flat

The x in x-mas is a substitute crucifix for Christ
No Christmas for John Quays

The powders reach
And the powders teach
And when you find they can't reach
There is no Christmas for junky

When I first met you
You didn't go anywhere
'Cept for the drama corporation
Of co-op theatre

Skirting from a course
Bovver boots on
Vacuum breath equals

He moves slow at the petrol stop
It's Pat the trip dispenser
He came with solvent in his hair
The trip dispenser

Spine-fuhrer of Hoboken
It's Pat the trip dispenser
Friend of Syndicate of Sound

Up the drain pipe
Rapid he did sprout
[Grey templates on us] he had to inflict
TV documentary that it produced

When he whistled in the street
The men would turn around in fear
Of being thought effete

Spit on the streets
Your heads and teeth
Got nowhere to go
other than shows

Could never love
And the Psycho-Mafia
I'm talking about love

It's approaching
600 pounds gas and flesh
Robes in tatters
It's approaching
Lips and tongue abhorrent
Flickering lexicon
Or a stray dog pack leader

I'm searching for the now
I'm looking for the real thing, yeah
Head through a blue haze
Waiting for the musical craze
We gotta taxi for Mr. Nelson
Taxi for Mr. Nelson
Rebellious Jukebox yeah
Rebellious Jukebox, oh

She's ten to five
But I'm shiftwork
And my woman alive
Shiftwork
Shiftwork
I thought shiftwork would work
But it's good as broken us apart
Lights flash over me

Let me tell ya about the wee lads
And the snazzy jazzy tune
Green and unfettered on mock stage
In the fishbowl city
They were regarded as snazzy
I cried for the band, I cried outside
I cried for the man

I used to believe everything I read (x3)
But that's all changed 'cause now I'm stepping out
That's all changed 'cause now I'm
Stepping out (x3)
I used to stay in the house and never go out
But now I'm stepping out, stepping out
I used to stay in the house and never go out
But now I'm stepping out, stepping out, stepping out

Can you see the ten houses of Eve?
And can you enter the ten houses of Eve?
And will you deny your own treat?
Dare you enter the ten houses of Eve?

Turn around and face the ten houses of Eve
If only
Identity art

Terry Waite says
Terry Waite says
Terry Waite says
Give us a ring, give us a ring kid
Mister Big
Sounding sour and frustrated
With the pressure of his own life.

Do I look like I have on my forehead
Do I look like I have on my face
Complain here
And rip me off
My advice to you is this

Keep your pen with a cap
Don't press your finger in the wrong socket

There is no culture is my brag,
Your taste for bullshit reveals a lust for a home of office
THIS IS THE HOME OF THE VAIN!
THIS IS THE HOME OF THE VAIN!
Where are the obligatory niggers?*
HEY THERE FUCKFACE!!
HEY THERE FUCKFACE!!
There are twelve people in the world

Net cap. of 58 thousand pounds
They sweat on their way down
Grey ports with customs bastards
Hang around like clowns the
Uh-containers and their drivers

Bad indigestion
Bad bowel retention

You cannot legislate against wrongful encouagement
You'll hear my words
On the winds 'cross the sand
If you should return
To that black barren land that bears the name of Xanadu
First without hope was our love
Then I saw it was lost from the start
It was the jewel that was nestling in the heart of Xanadu

The man whose head expanded was corrupted by Mr. Sociological
memory. Was corrupted by Mr. Sociological Memory Man.
Could not get a carrier bag for love nor money.

The man whose head expanded.
Sounds like hick wap huh? Sounds like hick wap huh?
Over. Over. Over. Over.

I phoned you up from Dallas
But your heart was still in marble
And your head
Was reckoning

Your friends are dis-compis-mentus
And like most in leather jackets are
Coveting

Don't talk to me ‘bout what you done
There's nothing changed it still goes on
But I'll keep laughing to the end

And I've been around this old big world
In all your cars and sexy bars
It's all so funny

I'm totally wired
Totally wired
(Totally wired)
I'm totally wired
(Can't you see?)
Totally wired

Can't you see

Hey Hey Hey
Hey Hey Hey
I know, I know, I know

In the cars or on the street
If you smile you are a creep
If you don't say it's very cold
You are drunk or too old

You let me down again
And then your goth, slag brain says
Tuff life yeah baby!
Tuff life yeah baby!
Tuff life yeah baby!
Tuff life yeah baby!
Tuff life yeah baby!
Tuff life yeah baby!

Everybody likes me
They think I'm crazy
Pull my string and I do my thing.

Two steps back
I don't need the acid factories
I've got mushrooms in the fields
Julian said "how was the gear?"

It was bad, called obscene
And the rich were so mean
Stately homes for the Lords
Golden lawns, village green
Victoria was my queen

Victoria, Victoria, Victoria
I was born, lucky me

It had taken her a long time
Suddenly back on its own
To sit, friendless and alone
She is friendless and alone
She is friendless and alone
And the vixen on its own

The triple gang and the throng

In North Carolina way back in the hills
Lived my pappy and he had him a still
He brewed white lightning 'til the sun go down
Then he'd get out a jug and pass it around

Mighty mighty pleasin'
Poppa kept a-squeezin' and called it
White Lightning

Day by day.
The moon gains on me.
Day by day.
The moon gains on me.

Purchased pair of flabby wings.
I took to doing some HOVERING.
Here is a list of incorrect things.

Entrances uncovered
Street signs you never saw
All entrances delivered
Courtesy winter

You got manny in the library
Working off his hangover 3:30
You get the spleen at 3:15

Wrong place right time
I used to think I could do what I wanted to
Right time for me alone
Walk the streets of complete full homes

Wrong place, but I'm bound
To stick with what I intend to see through
See you, in wrong place

Этой ночью… все решено.
Ты стоишь на краю и смотришь вниз.
По тобою целый город, он живет…,
Своей привычной суетой.

Как с обрыва с головой! Ты падаешь вниз,
Ты летишь… к своей мечте!
Разбиваясь! Разлетаясь! Ты все терпишь,

No arc can be complete without my beloved Fall. This one just fit. I imagine it playing while Danny is in the holding room at the end. The lyrics mocking him, but the sad music (written after death of leader Mark E. Smith's father) does not.

This is finest time of my life
These are the biggest times of my life
These are the greatest times of my life
(repeat)

And that's the end.