Beasley Street
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โฑ๏ธ 6:43 duration
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๐ Lyrics
Far from crazy pavements -
The taste of silver spoons
A clinical arrangement
On a dirty afternoon
Where the fecal germs of Mr Freud
Are rendered obsolete
The legal term is null and void
In the case of Beasley Street
In the cheap seats where murder breeds
Somebody is out of breath
Sleep is a luxury they don't need
- a sneak preview of death
Belladonna is your flower
Manslaughter your meat
Spend a year in a couple of hours
On the edge of Beasley Street
Where the action isn't
That's where it is
State your position
Vacancies exist
In an X-certificate exercise
Ex-servicemen excrete
Keith Joseph smiles and a baby dies
In a box on Beasley Street
From the boarding houses and the bedsits
Full of accidents and fleas
Somebody gets it
Where the missing persons freeze
Wearing dead men's overcoats
You can't see their feet
A riff joint shuts - opens up
Right down on Beasley Street
Cars collide, colours clash
Disaster movie stuff
For a man with a Fu Manchu moustache
Revenge is not enough
There's a dead canary on a swivel seat
There's a rainbow in the road
Meanwhile on Beasley Street
Silence is the code
Hot beneath the collar
An inspector calls
Where the perishing stink of squalor
Impregnates the walls
The rats have all got rickets
They spit through broken teeth
The name of the game is not cricket
Caught out on Beasley Street
The hipster and his hired hat
Drive a borrowed car
Yellow socks and a pink cravat
Nothing La-di-dah
OAP, mother to be
Watch the three-piece suite
When shit-stoppered drains
And crocodile skis
Are seen on Beasley Street
The kingdom of the blind
A one-eyed man is king
Beauty problems are redefined
The doorbells do not ring
A lightbulb bursts like a blister
The only form of heat
Here a fellow sells his sister
Down the river on Beasley Street
The boys are on the wagon
The girls are on the shelf
Their common problem is
That they're not someone else
The dirt blows out
The dust blows in
You can't keep it neat
It's a fully furnished dustbin,
Sixteen Beasley Street
Vince the ageing savage
Betrays no kind of life
But the smell of yesterday's cabbage
And the ghost of last year's wife
Through a constant haze
Of deodorant sprays
He says retreat
Alsations dog the dirty days
Down the middle of Beasley Street
People turn to poison
Quick as lager turns to piss
Sweethearts are physically sick
Every time they kiss.
It's a sociologist's paradise
Each day repeats
On easy, cheesy, greasy, queasy
Beastly Beasley Street
Eyes dead as vicious fish
Look around for laughs
If I could have just one wish
I would be a photograph
On a permanent Monday morning
Get lost or fall asleep
When the yellow cats are yawning
Around the back of Beasley Street
The taste of silver spoons
A clinical arrangement
On a dirty afternoon
Where the fecal germs of Mr Freud
Are rendered obsolete
The legal term is null and void
In the case of Beasley Street
In the cheap seats where murder breeds
Somebody is out of breath
Sleep is a luxury they don't need
- a sneak preview of death
Belladonna is your flower
Manslaughter your meat
Spend a year in a couple of hours
On the edge of Beasley Street
Where the action isn't
That's where it is
State your position
Vacancies exist
In an X-certificate exercise
Ex-servicemen excrete
Keith Joseph smiles and a baby dies
In a box on Beasley Street
From the boarding houses and the bedsits
Full of accidents and fleas
Somebody gets it
Where the missing persons freeze
Wearing dead men's overcoats
You can't see their feet
A riff joint shuts - opens up
Right down on Beasley Street
Cars collide, colours clash
Disaster movie stuff
For a man with a Fu Manchu moustache
Revenge is not enough
There's a dead canary on a swivel seat
There's a rainbow in the road
Meanwhile on Beasley Street
Silence is the code
Hot beneath the collar
An inspector calls
Where the perishing stink of squalor
Impregnates the walls
The rats have all got rickets
They spit through broken teeth
The name of the game is not cricket
Caught out on Beasley Street
The hipster and his hired hat
Drive a borrowed car
Yellow socks and a pink cravat
Nothing La-di-dah
OAP, mother to be
Watch the three-piece suite
When shit-stoppered drains
And crocodile skis
Are seen on Beasley Street
The kingdom of the blind
A one-eyed man is king
Beauty problems are redefined
The doorbells do not ring
A lightbulb bursts like a blister
The only form of heat
Here a fellow sells his sister
Down the river on Beasley Street
The boys are on the wagon
The girls are on the shelf
Their common problem is
That they're not someone else
The dirt blows out
The dust blows in
You can't keep it neat
It's a fully furnished dustbin,
Sixteen Beasley Street
Vince the ageing savage
Betrays no kind of life
But the smell of yesterday's cabbage
And the ghost of last year's wife
Through a constant haze
Of deodorant sprays
He says retreat
Alsations dog the dirty days
Down the middle of Beasley Street
People turn to poison
Quick as lager turns to piss
Sweethearts are physically sick
Every time they kiss.
It's a sociologist's paradise
Each day repeats
On easy, cheesy, greasy, queasy
Beastly Beasley Street
Eyes dead as vicious fish
Look around for laughs
If I could have just one wish
I would be a photograph
On a permanent Monday morning
Get lost or fall asleep
When the yellow cats are yawning
Around the back of Beasley Street
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:24.37] Far from crazy pavements -
[00:25.01] The taste of silver spoons
[00:25.85] A clinical arrangement
[00:27.95] On a dirty afternoon
[00:32.06] Where the fecal germs of Mr Freud
[00:35.38] Are rendered obsolete
[00:38.38] The legal term is null and void
[00:42.35] In the case of Beasley Street
[00:46.38] In the cheap seats where murder breeds
[00:49.67] Somebody is out of breath
[00:51.79] Sleep is a luxury they don't need
[00:56.63] - a sneak preview of death
[00:59.63] Belladonna is your flower
[01:03.59] Manslaughter your meat
[01:08.06] Spend a year in a couple of hours
[01:10.92] On the edge of Beasley Street
[01:15.07] Where the action isn't
[01:18.83] That's where it is
[01:22.57] State your position
[01:25.90] Vacancies exist
[01:29.28] In an X-certificate exercise
[01:31.53] Ex-servicemen excrete
[01:34.96] Keith Joseph smiles and a baby dies
[01:39.06] In a box on Beasley Street
[01:43.21] From the boarding houses and the bedsits
[01:45.10] Full of accidents and fleas
[01:49.63] Somebody gets it
[01:52.93] Where the missing persons freeze
[01:57.67] Wearing dead men's overcoats
[02:00.42] You can't see their feet
[02:04.24] A riff joint shuts - opens up
[02:07.44] Right down on Beasley Street
[02:11.53] Cars collide, colours clash
[02:14.79] Disaster movie stuff
[02:18.19] For a man with a Fu Manchu moustache
[02:21.80] Revenge is not enough
[02:24.66] There's a dead canary on a swivel seat
[02:29.06] There's a rainbow in the road
[02:32.93] Meanwhile on Beasley Street
[02:36.45] Silence is the code
[02:40.55] Hot beneath the collar
[02:49.53] An inspector calls
[02:54.07] Where the perishing stink of squalor
[02:56.59] Impregnates the walls
[03:01.10] The rats have all got rickets
[03:04.05] They spit through broken teeth
[03:08.30] The name of the game is not cricket
[03:11.47] Caught out on Beasley Street
[03:16.26] The hipster and his hired hat
[03:18.48] Drive a borrowed car
[03:22.37] Yellow socks and a pink cravat
[03:25.64] Nothing La-di-dah
[03:29.11] OAP, mother to be
[03:32.64] Watch the three-piece suite
[03:36.31] When shit-stoppered drains
[03:38.22] And crocodile skis
[03:40.34] Are seen on Beasley Street
[03:44.55] The kingdom of the blind
[03:46.24] A one-eyed man is king
[03:49.61] Beauty problems are redefined
[03:53.67] The doorbells do not ring
[03:57.38] A lightbulb bursts like a blister
[04:00.57] The only form of heat
[04:04.09] Here a fellow sells his sister
[04:07.57] Down the river on Beasley Street
[04:11.56] The boys are on the wagon
[04:14.69] The girls are on the shelf
[04:18.34] Their common problem is
[04:22.43] That they're not someone else
[04:25.83] The dirt blows out
[04:28.09] The dust blows in
[04:29.88] You can't keep it neat
[04:32.54] It's a fully furnished dustbin,
[04:35.87] Sixteen Beasley Street
[04:40.95] Vince the ageing savage
[04:43.95] Betrays no kind of life
[04:47.00] But the smell of yesterday's cabbage
[04:50.56] And the ghost of last year's wife
[04:54.41] Through a constant haze
[04:56.37] Of deodorant sprays
[04:58.54] He says retreat
[05:01.39] Alsations dog the dirty days
[05:04.52] Down the middle of Beasley Street
[05:08.24] People turn to poison
[05:11.23] Quick as lager turns to piss
[05:15.01] Sweethearts are physically sick
[05:18.46] Every time they kiss.
[05:22.67] It's a sociologist's paradise
[05:26.35] Each day repeats
[05:29.21] On easy, cheesy, greasy, queasy
[05:33.78] Beastly Beasley Street
[05:37.32] Eyes dead as vicious fish
[05:40.80] Look around for laughs
[05:44.04] If I could have just one wish
[05:47.63] I would be a photograph
[05:50.67] On a permanent Monday morning
[05:54.30] Get lost or fall asleep
[05:58.61] When the yellow cats are yawning
[06:01.32] Around the back of Beasley Street
[06:06.12]
[00:25.01] The taste of silver spoons
[00:25.85] A clinical arrangement
[00:27.95] On a dirty afternoon
[00:32.06] Where the fecal germs of Mr Freud
[00:35.38] Are rendered obsolete
[00:38.38] The legal term is null and void
[00:42.35] In the case of Beasley Street
[00:46.38] In the cheap seats where murder breeds
[00:49.67] Somebody is out of breath
[00:51.79] Sleep is a luxury they don't need
[00:56.63] - a sneak preview of death
[00:59.63] Belladonna is your flower
[01:03.59] Manslaughter your meat
[01:08.06] Spend a year in a couple of hours
[01:10.92] On the edge of Beasley Street
[01:15.07] Where the action isn't
[01:18.83] That's where it is
[01:22.57] State your position
[01:25.90] Vacancies exist
[01:29.28] In an X-certificate exercise
[01:31.53] Ex-servicemen excrete
[01:34.96] Keith Joseph smiles and a baby dies
[01:39.06] In a box on Beasley Street
[01:43.21] From the boarding houses and the bedsits
[01:45.10] Full of accidents and fleas
[01:49.63] Somebody gets it
[01:52.93] Where the missing persons freeze
[01:57.67] Wearing dead men's overcoats
[02:00.42] You can't see their feet
[02:04.24] A riff joint shuts - opens up
[02:07.44] Right down on Beasley Street
[02:11.53] Cars collide, colours clash
[02:14.79] Disaster movie stuff
[02:18.19] For a man with a Fu Manchu moustache
[02:21.80] Revenge is not enough
[02:24.66] There's a dead canary on a swivel seat
[02:29.06] There's a rainbow in the road
[02:32.93] Meanwhile on Beasley Street
[02:36.45] Silence is the code
[02:40.55] Hot beneath the collar
[02:49.53] An inspector calls
[02:54.07] Where the perishing stink of squalor
[02:56.59] Impregnates the walls
[03:01.10] The rats have all got rickets
[03:04.05] They spit through broken teeth
[03:08.30] The name of the game is not cricket
[03:11.47] Caught out on Beasley Street
[03:16.26] The hipster and his hired hat
[03:18.48] Drive a borrowed car
[03:22.37] Yellow socks and a pink cravat
[03:25.64] Nothing La-di-dah
[03:29.11] OAP, mother to be
[03:32.64] Watch the three-piece suite
[03:36.31] When shit-stoppered drains
[03:38.22] And crocodile skis
[03:40.34] Are seen on Beasley Street
[03:44.55] The kingdom of the blind
[03:46.24] A one-eyed man is king
[03:49.61] Beauty problems are redefined
[03:53.67] The doorbells do not ring
[03:57.38] A lightbulb bursts like a blister
[04:00.57] The only form of heat
[04:04.09] Here a fellow sells his sister
[04:07.57] Down the river on Beasley Street
[04:11.56] The boys are on the wagon
[04:14.69] The girls are on the shelf
[04:18.34] Their common problem is
[04:22.43] That they're not someone else
[04:25.83] The dirt blows out
[04:28.09] The dust blows in
[04:29.88] You can't keep it neat
[04:32.54] It's a fully furnished dustbin,
[04:35.87] Sixteen Beasley Street
[04:40.95] Vince the ageing savage
[04:43.95] Betrays no kind of life
[04:47.00] But the smell of yesterday's cabbage
[04:50.56] And the ghost of last year's wife
[04:54.41] Through a constant haze
[04:56.37] Of deodorant sprays
[04:58.54] He says retreat
[05:01.39] Alsations dog the dirty days
[05:04.52] Down the middle of Beasley Street
[05:08.24] People turn to poison
[05:11.23] Quick as lager turns to piss
[05:15.01] Sweethearts are physically sick
[05:18.46] Every time they kiss.
[05:22.67] It's a sociologist's paradise
[05:26.35] Each day repeats
[05:29.21] On easy, cheesy, greasy, queasy
[05:33.78] Beastly Beasley Street
[05:37.32] Eyes dead as vicious fish
[05:40.80] Look around for laughs
[05:44.04] If I could have just one wish
[05:47.63] I would be a photograph
[05:50.67] On a permanent Monday morning
[05:54.30] Get lost or fall asleep
[05:58.61] When the yellow cats are yawning
[06:01.32] Around the back of Beasley Street
[06:06.12]