The New Brick
This brick’s got space it’s waiting
This mess is nothing, wait
This laughing pig is mild
For what’s to come is wide awake
And we’re all so Tory tired
And beaten by minds so small
The beach is fucked, Point Break this ain’t
No one’s surfing here at all
Shortcummings
You have the vision when you move a notch
You get permission to be what you want
I snog it now cos the sexy spot is prancing on my garden
Look I’m elevated I’m Captain Hook
Just round the back of the shop shut street the rain in the wood is like a thinner sleet
It hits my nose and all I got is twigs and fat weeds and grass snakes please
When did I get so fuckin down on my knees?
You have the mission when you walk a lot
Don’t be a slider get it how you want
I snog it now cos the sexy spot is dancing like Baby, Dirty Dancing aka another crisis next to the magazine stand
Where’s our picture on the front of this magazine, man?
It’s such a shame that every job here is dead
It’s such a shame that every person I meet needs smacking in the head
When did I get so fuckin down on my knees?
He’s gunna get all his dreams
He’s got short short short short shortcummings
He’s gunna mess himself such much
But it’s all gunna come down hard
He’s gunna get all his dreams
He’s got short short short short shortcummings
He’s gunna mess himself such much
But it’s all gunna come down hard
1,2,3,4
You really don’t know what they’ve probably got
They’ve got your arms if you resist the trot
I’ll dance it now cos the rest is turned up in a microwave
Dark brown with the wavy wave
Just round the back of the bridge, no sleep,
Lines of the road with the yellow lights brave the night to my mind
Who lives in that house what do they think all the time
He’s gunna get all his dreams
He’s got short short short short shortcummings
He’s gunna mess himself such much
But it’s all gunna come down hard
He’s gunna get all his dreams
He’s got short short short short shortcummings
He’s gunna mess himself such much
But it’s all gunna come down hard
What do you get for killing me
A tighter grip, a bled of dying thousand
He’s gunna get all his dreams
He’s got short short short short shortcummings
He’s gunna mess himself such much
But it’s all gunna come down hard
What do you get for killing me
A tighter grip, a bled of dying thousand
Nudge It (feat. Amy Taylor)
I’ve been out playing to this mindless abandon
This ropey idea about love and connection
Just stuck on silly ideas cos it’s all you can cook
You fuckin class tourist, who mixed ya social groups up
It’s like ya all stick together, a stronger edition
The non creatives hunt in packs you got no invention
Just stuck on silly ideas cos it’s all you can cook
This kitchen’s looking sketchy who mixed ya chopping boards up
Ya just a mind that’s spraying n praying on walls
And the after effects are making my skin crawl
Ya just a mind that’s saying n playing sod all
And the after effects are making my skin crawl
I been hard choked into a pool of inaction
It’s all commercial gain to paint the scenes of destruction
It’s all a tired meeting in the MOR board
Ticking boxes with the subjects for political scores
The kudos makes it float on top where it stays
And, the sequence of not being that close to
it’s face and
Just stuck on silly ideas cos it’s all you can do
Your car ain’t got no brakes mate, it’s just laffin at you!
Ya just a mind that’s spraying n praying on walls
And the after effects are making my skin crawl
Ya just a mind that’s saying n playing sod all
And the after effects are making my skin crawl
I can drop a lyric with no need to drop a name
I do it for the pleasure, the money and the fame
You’re sayin that you love it, I’m sayin that your lying
I been putting in the work but you’re barely even trying
Stood outside an high-rise trying to act like a gangster
Stood outside an high rise trying to act like a gangster
Stood outside an high-rise trying to act like a gangster
Stood outside an high-rise
Ya just a mind that’s spraying n praying on walls
And the after effects are making my skin crawl
Ya just a mind that’s saying n playing sod all
And the after effects are making my skin crawl
Ya just a mind that’s spraying n praying on walls
And the after effects are making my skin crawl
Ya just a mind that’s saying n playing sod all
And the after effects are making my skin crawl
Elocution
Hello, I’m here today to talk about the importance of independent venues. I’m also secretly hoping that by agreeing to talk about the importance of independent venues, I will then be in a position to move away from playing independent venues
I’m no good with elocution
To get myself into the institution
So I can win some donkey straw
Get a frame and put it on my fuckin’ wall
I wish I had the time
To be a wanker just like you
And maybe then, I’d be somewhere lovely and warm
Just like you
Elocution
Elocution
I wish I had the time
To be a wanker just like you
And maybe then, I’d be somewhere lovely and warm
Just like you
It’s a suicide mission
To go online and knock the opposition
But I don’t want no donkey straw
Cos I wee’d in the corner near the stable door
And I buzz, career tabs death
Little one liners, little clever shithouse fivers
In the scope that the hands of shite have took
Took to the pegs in the coats where the bones hang up. Hey
I wish I had the time
To be a wanker just like you
And maybe then, I’d be somewhere lovely and warm
Just like you
I’m no good with elocution
I’m no good with elocution
I wish I had the time
To be a wanker just like you
And maybe then, I’d be somewhere lovely and warm
Just like you
Out There
Out there
I run my fingers through my hair
I wanna tell the bloke that is drinking near the shop That it ain’t the foreigners, and it ain’t the fuckin Cov, But he don’t care
I take up the right, left view and the road in front too And make up my mind slide past you
There’s always animals singing on everyday
No cars to drown the noise of this yea
Just queues for the clinic and 6ft conversation
I don’t wanna talk innit. I don’t wanna talk to you, you cunt, you boring fucking cunt.
Looked grim then all of a sudden I didn’t give a shit about it and just became in, got in with it, din’t touch anything just stared into a cold month with no people near it. I got stunned but the ivy grew back nice on my back wall under that sun like who was it. Necking soft drinks in a Sydney bar was just really good wan’t it. Planes flying dead low, so warm and people taking shit on Mandy, not me tho.
Out there
I run my fingers through my hair
I wanna tell the bloke that is drinking near the shop That it ain’t the foreigners, and it ain’t the fuckin Cov, But he don’t care
Why’s this cunt got police protection
He wasn’t even running in the last election
I bet his partner at night sez things like
“It’s all for the good of your ideas”
Putting milk in the bowls of his children’s inevitable tears every morning. Insane. Watch em get depressed under the lock down stress. Little slap headed cunt, get Brexit punched, let’s get Brexit fucked by an horses penis until its misery splits. Ugly rich white men get shagged by it, squeak, north London suburbs carry the pain in the bricks, religion and wheat, MP’s popping up like newly planted council trees, squeak squeak.
Out there
I run my fingers through my hair
I wanna tell the bloke that is drinking near the shop That it ain’t the foreigners, and it ain’t the fuckin Cov, But he don’t care
Benches with RIP badges under swaying trees that kiss the energy damaged, people underneath, same old same old, dug outs and old walks, footings, oh fuck, story’s about the origins of buildings, slight hills, panic behind the tills, rumble rumble, get the hot weather and some fucker got a beer or two, old firm hands unemployed loitering, you just get fucking annoyed, like what, drop kick ya silly bastards in my dreams that’s about ya lot, mumble mumble, dragging out slight hills more panic behind the tills.
Out there
I run my fingers through my hair
I wanna tell the bloke that is drinking near the shop That it ain’t the foreigners, and it ain’t the fuckin Cov, But he don’t care
Panic behind the tills
Panic behind the tills
Panic behind the tills
Panic behind the tills
Glimpses
Yea, I was hanging about
The sun was coming down over
The sidewalk and wooden shacks in the new town
Glimpses into it
Those trainers on that actor
20/30 pairs no problem after
When the value isn’t anywhere
Certainly not in our pair
Then we caretake the warm milkshake of nowhere
Glimpses x3
Oh yea
Glimpses into it
The roads don’t move so fast now
The airs got space and glow in clouds now
But when the value isn’t anywhere
Certainly not in our pair
Then we caretake the warm milkshake of nowhere
Glimpses X 6
Oh Yea
There’s a ride on the park
Behind the yellow sign
Don’t wanna get no one on there
And the swings look in pain
Like they are acid rain
Into the death stare
Glimpses x3
Oh yea
Glimpses into it x4
Glimpses x3
Oh yea
Top Room
All them skills, all that sewing, all that mekin Marks and Spencer’s knickers
Yea. I didn’t mean anything anymore and I wasn’t scared of worrying. Fuck that all. When the sleeps went on and you tried to find a signal I ain’t got one. Online food and distancing. I felt like shit well it come so quick and all the frustration and the no the sleep shit. I think I want something to come out of my phone that ain’t there
Oh fuck this
Oh send me
These roads are now the silence in no memory
Uneventful, fuck your pledge. Sod this philosophical take on where’s your head, Where’s mine too? Six foot outside the shop in front of you, eyeing cars 70 miles an hour across a car park, what the fuck for? I feel less able to make the effort. I can’t be fuckin arsed all I see is a desert. Not desert, I miss them Paris streets and restaurants near the church. The light from the lamp outside rolls under the end of the blind, surrounds my pillow, glow in the birch
Oh fuck this
Oh send me
These roads are now the silence in no memory
Oh fuck this
Oh send me
These roads are now the silence in no memory
Oh fuck this
Oh send me
These roads are now the silence in no memory
Oh fuck this
Oh send me back
Oh balls you, And Illicit. The scope of my language is very big, it’s safe to say I’m not very good at it. Like mainstream where accents sound like ray beams. All perfect, direct, like she’s just had an hoover out to her teeth n neck. Transatlantic, he’s the same, you gotta be really shit to come into the game. Trash tatters smash you claw it, 3 to 400 years left of this capitalist orgy. Change the room, let’s see if we can hold the climax by switching up the fucking mood. Hoover hoover, it’s like you’d paid if someone told you needed a new computer coz I don’t know fuckin know anything about em, silly country, I’m a cunt, get me wallet out? Of course sir, how much do you fuckin want, plains and rough tools, no oil and no shoes off at doors, kettle on and common decencies optional course
Oh fuck this
Oh send me
These roads are now the silence in no memory
Oh fuck this
Oh send me
These roads are now the silence in no memory
Oh fuck this
Oh send me
These roads are now the silence in no memory
Oh fuck this
Oh send me back
I need
I call
I fill my bag and look
I fill my bag and walk
I fill my bag and look
I need
I call
I fill my bag and look
I fill my bag and walk
I fill my bag and look
I need
I call
I fill my bag and look
I fill my bag and walk
I fill my bag and look
I need
I call
I fill my bag and look
I fill my bag and walk
I fill my bag and walk out
Mork n Mindy (feat. Billy Nomates)
Mork n Mindy
Action man n Cindy
I don’t mess about, I make em kiss each other when my mum n dad go out, no messing, no curtain twitching, no stressin
I don’t hang about, I get em down and dirty, then get em falling out, then get em flirty
get em throwing plates at each other cos that’s what’s it’s all about
Oi, fuck off back to ya own room
In the back room when fuck all’s going on what’s new and the plated scenes of that
I live on a really depressing cul de sac where couples get divorced and people come up that ya never seen before, like that, smell of cigars and oil twat
You go too high too low
It doesn’t make a difference I know
You go too high too low
But the system won’t go
Mork n Mindy
I got eagle eyes above me
I just hit it out, in beige and tan and stain proof kitchen mats and out, house,
pheasant just hanging about, look at the seed pouch on the fucker, old man and his brother, setting about,
Stinks like an old body, like mornings on the voddy, shot gun lager hotty, like pornhub sticking constantly, WiFi’s gone all Lo Fi and my arse is feeling too dry, like crackers out at midnight I can’t be arsed with butter alright.
You’re not from round here crashed landed about a week ago yea I feel for you I do
The state of it’s alarming, so don’t presume anything or blue Monday will someday become you
Well the furniture’s the same but the menu’s rearranged and your jokes won’t land in the same space they used to
You go too high too low
It doesn’t make a difference I know
You go too high too low
But the system won’t go
I looked out at the throw
Outside of my window
Outside there wasn’t anything nice to see
I wanted things to smell
Like meadows not like hell
Dying dandelions and bumble bees
I looked out at the throw
Outside of my window
Outside there wasn’t anything nice to see
I wanted things to smell
Like meadows not like hell
Dying dandelions and bumble bees
Spare Ribs
Swishing past shoes, I got bedtime. Won’t go to bed blues
Swishing past shoes, I got bedtime. Won’t go to bed blues
The tragedy of life
Of ways that won’t change, too late
Screaming kids and no landscape
Tesla, Elon Musk’s orgies are better
No tester, taunting us in tweets with a face that looks like beef
One time for the Lord my arse
Limping, carrying tubs of water drinking
Outside
Spare ribs do bits of spice
Outside
Under a concrete Jesus Christ
Outside
Spare ribs do bits of spice
What goes on there out of sight
No lampshades, no lights
I picture my kids in life
These routes, Fruit Shoots
Soft start kits, beaten lumps of flesh outside the supermarkets
Banana milkshakes, toffee lattes
Give him what he wants he’s fucked
Ski jackets sleeping bags get took
Where the bench was, break the wind at 4am
In the bus stop
Outside,
Spare ribs do bits of spice
Outside
Under a concrete Jesus Christ
Outside
Spare ribs do bits of spice
Going on about Aphex Twin
Spanish Anarchists
You don’t know anything
What happened to ya,
Lager and linen, bullshitter, because you actually hate women. Don’t ya.
Running for them words
Political song competition, I win!
You’re faster, angrier, more political
Jargon fight, clever insight
Tick boxes tick. Tick all that shit
Outside,
Spare ribs do bits of spice
Outside
Under a concrete Jesus Christ
Outside
Spare ribs do bits of spice
You go down you do nothing
You go up you do something
You go down you do nothing
You go up you do something
Oh fuck off
All Day Ticket
The seafront changes slowly if you blink throughout the day
The routes don’t change that often every 2 years say
if you get past it the jobs not so bad, it just takes it out of you, so slowly out of you.
The ages back the wheels and shifts can’t really play
The rescue song inside your head that crashes in your Brain
But if you get past it the jobs not so bad, it just takes it out of you, so slowly out of you.
So many faces pass behind the class and cars and days
The drinking helps on Tuesdays if you leave it for 3 days
So if you get past it the jobs not so bad, it just takes it out of you, so slowly out of you.
There’s a signal out there for you
It’s got your name on it in blue
It’s got your name all over yea
Because you fell back into it.
All Day Ticket x 6
The houses near the pier and the white walls that they play
The rounded roads that touch the wind to make it go away
But don’t be so mad you’ll eventually get past,
it won’t take it out of you, so slowly out of you.
The episode played out it didn’t get no after go,
The series had some fillers one or two, you know we know
But don’t be so mad you’ll eventually get past,
it won’t take it out of you so slowly out of you.
There’s a signal out there for you
It’s got your name on it in blue
It’s got your name all over yea
Because you fell back into it.
All day ticket x 6
Thick Ear
Cracked eyes and gym gear, isolated coffee drinkers which get you thinking weird.
Shapes in traps
Cracked eyes and gym gear, isolated coffee drinkers which get you thinking weird
Shapes in traps
Roles outlined by choices and the markets ere
You got a thick ear. Course you ave, I give it to yer
Yer. Nightly homes and Stevens. You can check the cat
You can call it out and make it spin around, I got no time to bluster I got no time to stand. I got no easy pickings brother
You got a thick ear. Course you ave, I give it to yer
I’m like whatever man. It’s since this, hanging like plants, indoor bizness, chrome knocker, these young kids ain’t ready for this original rocker
You got a thick ear. Course you ave, I give it to yer
Where’s the gob he threw a whitey
Because it wasn’t great to start with
Where’s the gob he threw a whitey
Because it wasn’t great to start with now
Counting sheep, count ya blessings on no sleep,
No job, no food goes in gob, or smiles for the face of the large mob, ring ring ring fucker
You got a thick ear. Course you ave, I give it to yer
Structure. The amount of time and labor that goes into building a structure for means of collecting profit only for it to probably rupture, get out quick!
You got a thick ear. Course you ave, I give it to yer
The landscape, eventually being abandoned or sold to function as a different enterprise or sold to store goods, both erode its place. It sits.
You got a thick ear. Course you ave, I give it to yer
Where’s the gob he threw a whitey
Because it wasn’t great to start with
Where’s the gob he threw a whitey
Because it wasn’t great to start with now
Where’s the gab he threw a whitey
Because it wasn’t great to start with
Where’s the gob he threw a whitey
Because it wasn’t great to start with now
I don’t rate you
Yea, I’ll meet ya down the Olive
What’s that shuffle list on now
Watch that idea lift off blah
Lists help no one
List got you
Don’t talk shit, it stinks poo poo
I don’t rate you
She’s hot right now, that’s what he said
Blokes a kiss arse, silly head
Blokes commercial, boring twat
I don’t really like things like that
I don’t rate you
Play the cards I seen em drop
You’re the Everyman that’s not
You’re the fixer lovely teeth
Now fuck off wanker
Famous teeth
I don’t rate you x 4
What does it all mean? x 3
What you telling me that for
Boozing with him for the look
I don’t want no stars near me
I’m not a fucking galaxy
I don’t rate you
Associate, make the run
I’ll just like look like anyone
I’ll just do stuff done done done
It’s infested like that, rat run output
I don’t want no castle run
I don’t want a moat that’s full
I don’t want no horses run
I don’t need no princess abseiling down it.
I don’t rate you x 4
You wanna sound cool
You wanna sound cool
You wanna sound cool
When you don’t
You wanna sound cool
You wanna sound cool
You wanna sound cool
When you don’t
I don’t rate you x 6
FishCakes
Makeshift purple kitchens
And chip shop birthdays there with no nothings
Second hand but I don’t mind
Scouring the papers at Christmas time
Where the gym was and the garage
And rows of stale marriage
No hand was as good as mine
Janet and John and fish cakes fry
And when it mattered
And it always did
At least we lived
And when it mattered
Of course it did
At least we lived
At least we lived
School and houses mangle
In bricks and lanes of this is jail
Garages and pebbles chime
Asbestos acorn trees hang high
Never want to, never did
Paint and bus stops prick some blip
Second hand but I don’t mind
Scouring the papers at Christmas time
And when it mattered
And it always did
At least we lived
And when it mattered
Of course it did
At least we lived.
At least we lived
E-learning
Walking into town so young
Waking into town n job
Waking into town so young
Walking into town and done.
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