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Stink
Double tracked basses. Wood flute and tin whistle played simultaneously.
Going Up
The first thing I wrote after moving north. Originally longer
but shortened to fit the tape.
Hello My Friend
One guitar prepared with clothes pegs attached to the strings.
I’ll Never Cry Again
Originally performed by the Differents.
About an old girlfriend, Belinda. The events described in the last
verse happened at the 6 Bells, Chiddingly.
You danced upon the pieces of my broken heart,
You treated me just like a toilet.
I thought that you were mine and we would never
part,
Why did you have to go and spoil it?
All the tears I cried were just a waste of time,
And I know I’ll never cry again.
You just washed me out and hung me on the line,
And I know I’ll never cry again.
I’ll never cry again.
You left me feeling so dejected and betrayed
When I found out about your lover.
You tore out my heart and threw my soul away,
Then stayed around to watch me suffer.
All the tears I cried were just a waste of time,
And I know I’ll never cry again.
You just washed me out and hung me on the line,
And I know I’ll never cry again.
I’ll never cry again.
Sometimes I wonder what I saw in you,
Now I know your heart is black;
When all the time you were deceiving me
With someone else behind my back.
Last time I saw you girl, I was drinking in the
bar,
And I knew our love was dead:
And, as you kissed your lover underneath the
stars,
I tipped my beer over your head.
All the tears I cried were just a waste of time,
And I know I’ll never cry again.
You just washed me out, but now I’m feeling fine
‘cos I know I’ll never cry again
I’ll never cry again.
The Last Shopping Day
About the Christmas shopping frenzy and the demise of capitalism.
Weasels and rats invading our gardens
While the city crumbles;
Shoppers fall over each other in the rush
On the last shopping day.
Birds hop from bone to bone,
The eternal grey mist thickens.
People with no money cower in their homes.
White seagull shit drips in the sky
On the last shopping day.
Weasels and rats have invaded the gardens,
The sickly silence falls like radiation.
Drinking cups of tea that taste of pollution.
The pensioners’ vacant stare tells us we are all
guilty,
While desperate capitalists panic.
They pay you to go shopping, now,
Bribing you into the stores in a frantic effort
to sell.
This is the last shopping day:
Weasels and rats have invaded the garden.
That Doggone Dog
Hear him howl
I picked up an out of tune guitar and strummed the first two
chords, then the rest just came out.
I had a dog once, used to follow me all over town.
Everywhere I’d go, the old dog would always be
around.
Late one night, when the moon was full,
I took my dog out for a walk.
There was a howl come from the woods.
Stars shining down, n’ the moon.
The old dog, he jumped, kicked, scratched, barked;
Ran off clean out of sight.
Well I called him, all night long.
Here boy;
Here boy;
Didn’t do no good.
That doggone dog done gone left me;
That son of a bitch.
Well I miss that dog.
The way he used to curl up in front of the fire.
Sometimes when it’s late at night, n’ the moon’s
full,
I get down on my hands and knees; I look at the
moon,
N’ I howl like a dog.
Oh that doggone dog.
The Butcher
Not so much an anti butcher song, as anti meat eaters who don’t
face up to the fact that they are the cause of the imprisonment, torture,
mutilation and death of their fellow earthlings.
There’s a man who kills for money
Sheep, cows, pigs and bunnies.
Smiling as he wields the axe.
It’s the butcher.
Dead flesh is his trade.
Guts on the floor, blood on the blade.
Laughing as he cuts and hacks.
He’s the butcher.
Could you do it yourself?
Kill a creature to put in your mouth?
I bet you wouldn’t, you wouldn’t do it would
yer?
You leave it to the butcher.
Think about the animal’s life,
Bred to die under the knife.
Who’s the man who makes a killing?
It’s the butcher.
Selling death by the pound.
Dismembered bodies displayed around.
This is war; it makes the till ring
For the butcher.
Can you understand?
The beast’s blood is on your hands.
So tell me if you can, could yer,
Who’s the butcher?
Requiem
Multi tracked clarinets.
Capitalism
The economic system of the western world is on the verge of collapse.
The bass riff is nicked from Jah Wobbles’ “Visions of You”.
It’s the end of the century, capitalism’s last
grasp.
They built their house on shaky foundations,
Now the whole edifice is crumbling down around
their ears.
They sell you money so you can keep on shopping;
A futile attempt to prop up a decayed system.
Capitalism: the art of flogging a dead horse.
Desperately trying to hang on to their power,
They bribe us with special offers, bargains,
sales, reductions;
It won’t work; these dogs have had their day.
The end of the century, the end of capitalism.
These crooks, cheats, liars and frauds.
Capitalism: the cause of pollution.
Capitalism: it’s third world exploitation.
Capitalism: the creed of greed.
Capitalism: the art of flogging.
Capitalism: a dead horse.
The Milkman
I was at my friend Mervs’ house, and he and his fiancée
were trying to work out their household bills. He asked her “how many times
a week does the milkman come?” and she replied, “I don’t know, we don’t
talk about his private life”.
“How many times a week, baby, does the milkman
come?” I asked my wife.
“How many times a week, baby, does the milkman
come?” I asked my wife.
She said ”I don’t know, boy, ‘cos I never inquire
about his private life”.
Milkman came this morning, and he said, “It looks
like rain.”
Milkman came this morning, and he said, “It looks
like rain.”
I said “You’re right there, milkman, but it has
a faint taste of milk every now and again.”
There’s A Time
I wanted Gilly to sing this. I’m sure she would have made a better
job than me, but she was always too busy with something else, or not in
the mood, so eventually I had to do it myself. It’s one of my favorites
though; I just love the guitar riff.
There’s a time and a place, that I first saw your
face.
When we walked through the wood, we both knew
that it was good.
Then we passed ‘neath the boughs, where we made
our true love vows.
As we lay by the stream, my mind drifted in a
dream.
All the other girls, they took my heart away;
Just like those other girls, you’re gonna break
my heart someday.
But until that day comes, I won’t hide, I won’t
run;
I’ll be here, at your side, through the turning
of the tide.
If the world gets you down, call my name, I’ll
be around.
You’re my lady, I’m you’re man, and we’ll do
the best we can
The Sulk Ages
Originally longer but shortened to fit the tape.