独乐乐——McLusky

My Pain and Sadness Is More Sad and Painful Than Yours 2003

This is the theme from m*a*s*h*.
This is a call.
Realisation that your appreciation.
Meant nothing at all.

This is eternal.
This is your life.
Vodka and tonics with the stereophonics on a saturday night.

This is illegal.
At least if you do it right.
A new operation for your eloquent spaceships.
Rockfield style.

But that was revolting.
And this is well done.
Congratulations you're the king of the kop.
And I'm a teacher's son.

This is the final time.
I teach you to shave.
Was never supposed to be a stain on your church.
Or a big day.

Go gadget armpits.
And cover me down.
My final suggestion in the form of a question.
Are we made of stone?

Flysmoke

Tied to the night.
Ride Alison's eyes.

Caesers and friends.
Only the lonely go out.

Back to the front.
Under the red.

Caesers and friends.
Only the lonely go out.

Joy

Joy, you better watch her.
Scattered her heart on your heroes.
With joy, you better let go.
Sit on myself and cover myself in joy.

Friends Stoning Friends

Oh caracas.
Hanging from some chimpanzees.
Jonny No. 1 is a son of a gun.
But that's allright with me.
Still, how you keeping?
Tfi's got nothing on you.
Jonny no.1 you're the best that I've done.
Until it's Jonny no.2.

Get god, get giddy.
You're moving to the city.
With a faceless baseless underground clique.
Get god get giddy.
You're moving to the city.
You're moving to the city 'cos you're village is shit.

It's just a rattlesnake.
That looks like you.

How you keeping?
I was wondering, if you're leaking, could I join in?
On the weekend?
It's a slow one, you're a fast one.
So join the union.
I'll see you on the moon with maria pahars.
Return to earth for soya milk and underwired bras.

It's just like friends stoning friends stoning friends stoning friends.

Medium Is The Message

They're always on the highway.
They're never on the phone.
They only got in trouble cos they're made of stone.

And they're not exactly famous.
Their girlfriends never sit.
They only got discovered cos their clothes don't fit.

They're always on the highway.
They're never on the swarm.
They only got in trouble cos their hearts too warm.

Still they're not exactly gracious.
They're building on these streets.
They only got discovered cos their song's so weak.

I don't care about superhighways and famous seascapes.
She said.
That the medium is the message, is my message.
She said.
But you're not exactly famous yet.

Mi-O-Mai

I lost my heart to a city state.
I lost my mind in the middle eight.
I sang sang sang to my Peggy Sue.
I spoke in tongues cos I wanted to.

I lost my heart to a city state.
I lost my crown to a feather weight.
I sang sang sand to my Peggy Sue.
I tongued my back cos I wanted to.

I lost my heart to a city state.
I lost my mind in the middle eight.
I sang sang sang to my Peggy Sue.
Where is my concentration?

Problems Posing As Solutions

There can only be one god in your head she said.
There can only be fire in fireplaces and in firewalls.
Still I'm scared of losing touch of love.

There can only be one god in your head she said.
Etcera is for the greedy
I'm scared of losing touch of love.
And I'm glad you're dead.

There can only be one god in your head she said.
And she talks 'til she's blue in that beautiful face.
Still, I'm scared of losing touch of love.

There can only be one god in your head she said.
There's a serious side to this death-threat.
I'm scared of losing touch of love.
And I'm glad you're dead.

Rice Is Nice

I don't want to talk about it I don't want to talk about it
I don't want to talk about it I don't want to know.
She goes.
In June.
And so do we.
Help me find my simile.

Rock Vs. Single Parents

Danny keeps beats in a box by the door.
She's a diligent girl but she's been here before.
It reminds her of riding a bike.
Hey hey hey!

Slovenly ground for your slovenly shoes.
Cos we're destined to win and we're destined to lose.
And we're destined to deal with it.
Hey hey hey!

It used to be form to be warned about robots.
And alien life-forms on your way to the toilets.
But now it's like chasing a fish.
Hey hey hey!

Follow me down we can chase single mothers.
Around and around 'til those sluts blow their cover.
Just stick to the plan obi-wan.
Hey hey hey!

What if you never get home?
What if you never get high-hung?
What if you never get home?

Rods On Crutches

When we were
Running around face pressed to the ground.
Running flies that I just don't know.
Running the scene and it better be me.
Running by like I just don't know.

Your fait accompli is a play on words.
A double play on words.
A double play on what you meant.

And everybody's wise to what you've got between your thighs.
And everybody wants to know what happened next.

But still you're
Running around head pressed to the ground.
Running by that I just don't know.
Running the scene and it better be me.
Running by as I just don't know.

Your fait accompli is a play on words.
A double play on words.
A double play on what you meant.

And everybody's wise to what you've got between your thighs.
And everybody wants to know what happened next.

Rod's on crutches...

She Come In Pieces

Fire in the ice-age.
Snogs in the moonlight.
She's got a new stage.
To go with her stage fright.

Being getting letters then they stopped.
She come in pieces she come in.

Force gales.
On skis.
With child.
For me.

Being getting letters then they stopped.
She come in pieces she come in.

Styles.
Cod-lies.
She got burned.
For miles and miles and miles.

Being getting letters then they stopped.
She come in pieces she come in pieces.

When They Come Tell Then No

I was hiding from Alanis when they found me in my hole.
That woman drives me crazy but some feelings never go.
But want I want to know what I really want to know.
Can I trust you with my life.

When they come tell them no no no.
He keeps you in his pocket cos he doesn't want to let you go.

I was breaking up for easter when they took away my cross.
Provisionally speaking half the irony was lost.
But what I want to know what I really want to know.
Can I trust you with my life.

When they come tell them no no no.
He keeps you in his pocket cos he doesn't want to let you go.

Whiteliberalonwhiteliberalaction

Liberals on skates.
Pass through park gates.
Zeroes and threes.
Stick together.

Save me altavista they've got cauliflower ears.
Still I haven't seen the sun or moon for twenty-seven years.
She wants to dance on burning bridges.
Making patterns in the snow.
I want to move to Mexico where everyone's a hero.

World Cup Drumning

It's war I tell yer, I met some fellas.
Who used to love you, but now they don't know you.

My favourite cousin, who used to mean something.
He played me records I've tried to forget.

Like french and saunders, he talked for hours.
Through costume dramas, watched by piranhas.
And rows and rows and rows and rows of
Muppets staring straight at the sun.

But I feel the force I'm dead of course.
Enrolled on popular culture course.
But I can't save nothing but world cup drumming.
It stuck in my throat like it used to mean something.
I feel the force I'm dead of course.
Enrolled on popular culture course.
But I can't save nothing but world cup drumming.
And I polish it every day.

It's war I tell yer, on fortune-tellers.
On trumped-up charges, you always were the hardest.

Me favourite brother, who used to be taller.
He played me records, I'll only hear once.

It's war.

You Are My Sun

She's the one.
Naked in the sun.
A hundred random numbers for some survey that she done.
Martin Sheen infused with Bono's heart.
She used to be retro 'til she fell apart.

If the others won't come then the others aren't done.
In their way, they've always called you Suzi.
If it's out of control then it's out of control.
It's not (you said it) but you are my sun.
So shut up.

She's adept at pissing on herself.
It must've been the angle cos she's always soaking wet.
She's the one.
Baking in the sun.
And a hundred random numbers for your secret son.

You are my sun.
You are my world.

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