SDSS1416+13B (Zercon, a Flagpole Sitter)
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โฑ๏ธ 21:42 duration
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๐ Lyrics
This is my job
I don't come around and put out your red light
When you work
What's the matter?
Didn't you get enough attention at home?
If shit were music
La da da, la da da
You'd be a brass band
Know what?
You should get an agent, oh yeah, yeah
Why sit in the dark handling yourself?
For Lavinia
Who goes like gynozoon
IX, I, V, IX, III, V, I
For the citizen
Whose joke lays in their hand
I, V, I, V, IX, IX, III
To play fugues
On Jove's Spam castanets
V, IX, IX, I, VI, IX, I
Cattle are slaughtered
Entrails examined
Spread out across the moon
The Tisza is rising
Topless bars overflowing
Pulsing through the flumes
Drop-kicked coloraturas
Fouling my ears
Bypassing an anorexic sky and
Scar jumping grafters
Chorion-crying
How can you stoop so high?
For Papiria
Who plops the Pantheon
IV, VI, IX, V, I, IX, I
For grosse Gauls
Who won't leave our sheep alone
V, I, VII, IX, I, IX, I
Norsemen do not eat the big pink mint
Flush hard
It's a long way to Athens
Gone from your wooden palace
The wild mice pelt clothes slipped from my toes
Where termites scribble the walls
Twisted forth and gone, "Little father"
The 'snip' off your nine-ninety-nine
Ffrom where you groomed yourself too small
No more dragging this wormy anus
'Round on shag piles from Persia to Thrace
I've severed my reeking gonads
Fed them to your shrunken face
Janus head
It's said will give good door
IX, IX, V, IX, I, IX, I
For a Roman
Who's proof that Greeks fucked bears
V, V, IX, VII, V, IV, I
Heard this one?
This'll kill ya
About the ropes of hair
Care of Venus the Bald
Tugging Mercs across the plain
Those measuring road-rashed bellies
A perte de vue to me night and day
The one about the saint
Sstranded high upon his pillar
Thirty summers, thirty winters
His constant visitor, his mother
But he'd stare into the distance
Ignored her calls from down below
"Did you ever throw your own mother's food back at her?"
"Did you ever tell her, 'Take this junk away.'?"
"What kind of unnatural son would do that to his own mother?"
The tasteless one about the bantam
Who couldn't climb a rung
Your Helipolis is scrapheap
Gone, the brown slug of your tongue
For eunuch Ron
Who sleeps at night across the emperor's bedroom door
III, V, IX, IX, I, V, I
Grostulating-Gorbi
Requires fresh packing
II, IX, V, I, IV, IX, I
Over, it's over
Syrinx screaming all around
Bar, bar, bar
Bar, bar, bar, bar, bar
Aquil-Aetos, aquil-aetos
Screaming all around
Filling up my life
Screaming all around
Bar, bar, bar
Bar, bar, bar, bar, bar
Over, it's over
Your Nibelung can't be found
Their shadowless shadows wiping me
Wiping me clean away
Bar, bar, bar
Bar, bar, bar, bar, bar
Where's the scent of pine torches
The lumbering caravans
The felt covered wagons, moving like galleons?
The 'wedgie', the 'melvy' to threaten the air?
Only fledge muffled long hollow bone-drums a-beating
The dark day behind us, the dark day ahead
The wind drone across skull goblets
Then Basel-cum-Strasbourg-cum-Frankfurt-cum-Speyer-cum
I hear the only place you're ever invited is outside
If brains were rain
You'd surely be a desert
Look, don't go to a mind reader
Go to a palmist
I know you've got a palm
Does your face hurt?
'Cause it's killing me
Cut to lost Lumbago City
I am perched against the sky
A banner shoal of sparrows
Sways in the twilight
Down there, as ish kabibbles
Schlepp the shade forever
Earth's hoary fontenelle
Weeps softly for a thumb thrust
A of threadbare black-stockinged legs
Is fanning out into a frazzled black rose
No phalanxes fleeing like zippers of blood
Red plumes nodding between the horses' ears
Hey buddy, give it up
Hey pal, come down, join the living
Wanted: A lisping, hobbling, noseless runt
Phone: IX-IX-IX-IX-IX-IX-I
"Someday you'll go far if you catch the right train."
How about
"You're so fat
When you wear a yellow raincoat, people scream, 'Taxi!'."
Then there's:
"You're so boring, you can't even evertain doubt."
I'll grease this pole behind me
Grease this pole behind me
Grease this pole
Grease this pole
There's an unfinished rumour doing the rounds
It seems the storks are seen returning to the rooftops
Carrying back their children
Clacking like dried palms
Loud enough to be heard from Reims to Orleans
River banks are cleared, bridges retaken
Oblivion, driven from the city street by street
So why have screams of laughter
The pissing stench of mares-milk beer
Come to bait your toad down from his toadstool?
And if I'm melancholic
And if I shed a tear
Don't forget to blink
Lest your eyeballs dry up
Fall out of their sockets
And dangle on your cheeks like Caesar's shrivelled coglione
It's when I hear a sawed-off coffin
Rolls beneath the Tisza
Hey bar
Ah, my noblest music
Hey bar, bar, bar, bar...
I'll grease this pole behind me
Grease this pole behind me
Grease this pole
Grease this pole
Over, it's over
But where's the electrons
Squeezing all around?
Burning up my life
Squeezing all around
Over, it's over
Only freezing all around
I greased that pole behind me
Greased that pole behind me
Your Nibelung can't be found
I've looked high and low for you
I guess I didn't look low enough
Don't move
I want to forget you just the way you are
I really hope your face clears up
You know, I think you've got nothing there
Infrared, infrared
I could drop into the darkness
It's so cold, infrared
What if I freeze and drop into the darkness?
I don't come around and put out your red light
When you work
What's the matter?
Didn't you get enough attention at home?
If shit were music
La da da, la da da
You'd be a brass band
Know what?
You should get an agent, oh yeah, yeah
Why sit in the dark handling yourself?
For Lavinia
Who goes like gynozoon
IX, I, V, IX, III, V, I
For the citizen
Whose joke lays in their hand
I, V, I, V, IX, IX, III
To play fugues
On Jove's Spam castanets
V, IX, IX, I, VI, IX, I
Cattle are slaughtered
Entrails examined
Spread out across the moon
The Tisza is rising
Topless bars overflowing
Pulsing through the flumes
Drop-kicked coloraturas
Fouling my ears
Bypassing an anorexic sky and
Scar jumping grafters
Chorion-crying
How can you stoop so high?
For Papiria
Who plops the Pantheon
IV, VI, IX, V, I, IX, I
For grosse Gauls
Who won't leave our sheep alone
V, I, VII, IX, I, IX, I
Norsemen do not eat the big pink mint
Flush hard
It's a long way to Athens
Gone from your wooden palace
The wild mice pelt clothes slipped from my toes
Where termites scribble the walls
Twisted forth and gone, "Little father"
The 'snip' off your nine-ninety-nine
Ffrom where you groomed yourself too small
No more dragging this wormy anus
'Round on shag piles from Persia to Thrace
I've severed my reeking gonads
Fed them to your shrunken face
Janus head
It's said will give good door
IX, IX, V, IX, I, IX, I
For a Roman
Who's proof that Greeks fucked bears
V, V, IX, VII, V, IV, I
Heard this one?
This'll kill ya
About the ropes of hair
Care of Venus the Bald
Tugging Mercs across the plain
Those measuring road-rashed bellies
A perte de vue to me night and day
The one about the saint
Sstranded high upon his pillar
Thirty summers, thirty winters
His constant visitor, his mother
But he'd stare into the distance
Ignored her calls from down below
"Did you ever throw your own mother's food back at her?"
"Did you ever tell her, 'Take this junk away.'?"
"What kind of unnatural son would do that to his own mother?"
The tasteless one about the bantam
Who couldn't climb a rung
Your Helipolis is scrapheap
Gone, the brown slug of your tongue
For eunuch Ron
Who sleeps at night across the emperor's bedroom door
III, V, IX, IX, I, V, I
Grostulating-Gorbi
Requires fresh packing
II, IX, V, I, IV, IX, I
Over, it's over
Syrinx screaming all around
Bar, bar, bar
Bar, bar, bar, bar, bar
Aquil-Aetos, aquil-aetos
Screaming all around
Filling up my life
Screaming all around
Bar, bar, bar
Bar, bar, bar, bar, bar
Over, it's over
Your Nibelung can't be found
Their shadowless shadows wiping me
Wiping me clean away
Bar, bar, bar
Bar, bar, bar, bar, bar
Where's the scent of pine torches
The lumbering caravans
The felt covered wagons, moving like galleons?
The 'wedgie', the 'melvy' to threaten the air?
Only fledge muffled long hollow bone-drums a-beating
The dark day behind us, the dark day ahead
The wind drone across skull goblets
Then Basel-cum-Strasbourg-cum-Frankfurt-cum-Speyer-cum
I hear the only place you're ever invited is outside
If brains were rain
You'd surely be a desert
Look, don't go to a mind reader
Go to a palmist
I know you've got a palm
Does your face hurt?
'Cause it's killing me
Cut to lost Lumbago City
I am perched against the sky
A banner shoal of sparrows
Sways in the twilight
Down there, as ish kabibbles
Schlepp the shade forever
Earth's hoary fontenelle
Weeps softly for a thumb thrust
A of threadbare black-stockinged legs
Is fanning out into a frazzled black rose
No phalanxes fleeing like zippers of blood
Red plumes nodding between the horses' ears
Hey buddy, give it up
Hey pal, come down, join the living
Wanted: A lisping, hobbling, noseless runt
Phone: IX-IX-IX-IX-IX-IX-I
"Someday you'll go far if you catch the right train."
How about
"You're so fat
When you wear a yellow raincoat, people scream, 'Taxi!'."
Then there's:
"You're so boring, you can't even evertain doubt."
I'll grease this pole behind me
Grease this pole behind me
Grease this pole
Grease this pole
There's an unfinished rumour doing the rounds
It seems the storks are seen returning to the rooftops
Carrying back their children
Clacking like dried palms
Loud enough to be heard from Reims to Orleans
River banks are cleared, bridges retaken
Oblivion, driven from the city street by street
So why have screams of laughter
The pissing stench of mares-milk beer
Come to bait your toad down from his toadstool?
And if I'm melancholic
And if I shed a tear
Don't forget to blink
Lest your eyeballs dry up
Fall out of their sockets
And dangle on your cheeks like Caesar's shrivelled coglione
It's when I hear a sawed-off coffin
Rolls beneath the Tisza
Hey bar
Ah, my noblest music
Hey bar, bar, bar, bar...
I'll grease this pole behind me
Grease this pole behind me
Grease this pole
Grease this pole
Over, it's over
But where's the electrons
Squeezing all around?
Burning up my life
Squeezing all around
Over, it's over
Only freezing all around
I greased that pole behind me
Greased that pole behind me
Your Nibelung can't be found
I've looked high and low for you
I guess I didn't look low enough
Don't move
I want to forget you just the way you are
I really hope your face clears up
You know, I think you've got nothing there
Infrared, infrared
I could drop into the darkness
It's so cold, infrared
What if I freeze and drop into the darkness?
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.22] This is my job
[00:11.33] I don't come around and put out your red light
[00:18.44] When you work
[00:21.63] What's the matter?
[00:40.49] Didn't you get enough attention at home?
[00:46.79] If shit were music
[01:04.49] La da da, la da da
[01:08.76] You'd be a brass band
[01:14.07] Know what?
[01:29.43] You should get an agent, oh yeah, yeah
[01:40.34] Why sit in the dark handling yourself?
[01:50.54] For Lavinia
[02:04.62] Who goes like gynozoon
[02:08.07] IX, I, V, IX, III, V, I
[02:16.68] For the citizen
[02:20.80] Whose joke lays in their hand
[02:24.24] I, V, I, V, IX, IX, III
[02:32.80] To play fugues
[02:37.07] On Jove's Spam castanets
[02:39.66] V, IX, IX, I, VI, IX, I
[02:48.77] Cattle are slaughtered
[03:02.37] Entrails examined
[03:04.93] Spread out across the moon
[03:09.90] The Tisza is rising
[03:15.63] Topless bars overflowing
[03:17.70] Pulsing through the flumes
[03:23.02] Drop-kicked coloraturas
[03:28.43] Fouling my ears
[03:30.64] Bypassing an anorexic sky and
[03:35.04] Scar jumping grafters
[03:36.81] Chorion-crying
[03:39.46] How can you stoop so high?
[03:42.88] For Papiria
[03:45.96] Who plops the Pantheon
[03:49.39] IV, VI, IX, V, I, IX, I
[03:57.47] For grosse Gauls
[04:00.65] Who won't leave our sheep alone
[04:05.08] V, I, VII, IX, I, IX, I
[04:12.44] Norsemen do not eat the big pink mint
[04:18.12] Flush hard
[04:22.52] It's a long way to Athens
[04:26.48] Gone from your wooden palace
[04:31.97] The wild mice pelt clothes slipped from my toes
[04:38.24] Where termites scribble the walls
[04:41.36] Twisted forth and gone, "Little father"
[04:46.35] The 'snip' off your nine-ninety-nine
[04:52.84] Ffrom where you groomed yourself too small
[04:58.30] No more dragging this wormy anus
[05:02.36] 'Round on shag piles from Persia to Thrace
[05:06.11] I've severed my reeking gonads
[05:10.37] Fed them to your shrunken face
[05:13.23] Janus head
[05:23.48] It's said will give good door
[05:27.61] IX, IX, V, IX, I, IX, I
[05:37.04] For a Roman
[05:39.62] Who's proof that Greeks fucked bears
[05:44.51] V, V, IX, VII, V, IV, I
[05:52.96] Heard this one?
[06:03.16] This'll kill ya
[06:04.45] About the ropes of hair
[06:07.31] Care of Venus the Bald
[06:08.87] Tugging Mercs across the plain
[06:14.32] Those measuring road-rashed bellies
[06:17.79] A perte de vue to me night and day
[06:22.73] The one about the saint
[06:26.32] Sstranded high upon his pillar
[06:29.57] Thirty summers, thirty winters
[06:33.69] His constant visitor, his mother
[06:37.60] But he'd stare into the distance
[06:41.51] Ignored her calls from down below
[06:45.72] "Did you ever throw your own mother's food back at her?"
[06:50.42] "Did you ever tell her, 'Take this junk away.'?"
[06:53.80] "What kind of unnatural son would do that to his own mother?"
[07:00.09] The tasteless one about the bantam
[07:06.86] Who couldn't climb a rung
[07:11.36] Your Helipolis is scrapheap
[07:18.34] Gone, the brown slug of your tongue
[07:22.81] For eunuch Ron
[07:30.17] Who sleeps at night across the emperor's bedroom door
[07:34.81] III, V, IX, IX, I, V, I
[07:42.62] Grostulating-Gorbi
[07:47.34] Requires fresh packing
[07:49.44] II, IX, V, I, IV, IX, I
[07:57.51] Over, it's over
[08:40.25] Syrinx screaming all around
[08:45.28] Bar, bar, bar
[08:48.93] Bar, bar, bar, bar, bar
[08:54.97] Aquil-Aetos, aquil-aetos
[09:09.56] Screaming all around
[09:13.79] Filling up my life
[09:18.72] Screaming all around
[09:23.36] Bar, bar, bar
[09:29.47] Bar, bar, bar, bar, bar
[09:34.35] Over, it's over
[09:48.26] Your Nibelung can't be found
[09:53.90] Their shadowless shadows wiping me
[09:59.47] Wiping me clean away
[10:03.93] Bar, bar, bar
[10:10.90] Bar, bar, bar, bar, bar
[10:18.07] Where's the scent of pine torches
[10:48.85] The lumbering caravans
[10:50.32] The felt covered wagons, moving like galleons?
[10:55.30] The 'wedgie', the 'melvy' to threaten the air?
[11:04.25] Only fledge muffled long hollow bone-drums a-beating
[11:10.71] The dark day behind us, the dark day ahead
[11:17.07] The wind drone across skull goblets
[11:22.01] Then Basel-cum-Strasbourg-cum-Frankfurt-cum-Speyer-cum
[11:30.36] I hear the only place you're ever invited is outside
[11:58.38] If brains were rain
[12:08.49] You'd surely be a desert
[12:11.67] Look, don't go to a mind reader
[12:25.40] Go to a palmist
[12:27.03] I know you've got a palm
[12:29.91] Does your face hurt?
[12:39.31] 'Cause it's killing me
[12:44.08] Cut to lost Lumbago City
[13:03.60] I am perched against the sky
[13:09.85] A banner shoal of sparrows
[13:15.35] Sways in the twilight
[13:20.35] Down there, as ish kabibbles
[13:26.65] Schlepp the shade forever
[13:30.58] Earth's hoary fontenelle
[13:34.92] Weeps softly for a thumb thrust
[13:39.62] A of threadbare black-stockinged legs
[13:44.33] Is fanning out into a frazzled black rose
[13:50.18] No phalanxes fleeing like zippers of blood
[13:56.63] Red plumes nodding between the horses' ears
[14:05.70] Hey buddy, give it up
[14:08.92] Hey pal, come down, join the living
[14:13.33] Wanted: A lisping, hobbling, noseless runt
[14:18.58] Phone: IX-IX-IX-IX-IX-IX-I
[14:24.87] "Someday you'll go far if you catch the right train."
[14:30.05] How about
[14:31.39] "You're so fat
[14:32.43] When you wear a yellow raincoat, people scream, 'Taxi!'."
[14:37.17] Then there's:
[14:38.46] "You're so boring, you can't even evertain doubt."
[14:42.05] I'll grease this pole behind me
[14:47.83] Grease this pole behind me
[14:54.15] Grease this pole
[15:01.44] Grease this pole
[15:05.30] There's an unfinished rumour doing the rounds
[15:16.86] It seems the storks are seen returning to the rooftops
[15:25.77] Carrying back their children
[15:30.41] Clacking like dried palms
[15:34.08] Loud enough to be heard from Reims to Orleans
[15:41.65] River banks are cleared, bridges retaken
[15:46.81] Oblivion, driven from the city street by street
[15:56.53] So why have screams of laughter
[16:02.01] The pissing stench of mares-milk beer
[16:06.97] Come to bait your toad down from his toadstool?
[16:15.09] And if I'm melancholic
[16:22.19] And if I shed a tear
[16:26.89] Don't forget to blink
[16:31.02] Lest your eyeballs dry up
[16:32.83] Fall out of their sockets
[16:35.78] And dangle on your cheeks like Caesar's shrivelled coglione
[16:42.75] It's when I hear a sawed-off coffin
[16:50.64] Rolls beneath the Tisza
[16:56.60] Hey bar
[17:03.69] Ah, my noblest music
[17:09.92] Hey bar, bar, bar, bar...
[17:29.78] I'll grease this pole behind me
[17:38.35] Grease this pole behind me
[17:46.12] Grease this pole
[17:52.41] Grease this pole
[18:03.92] Over, it's over
[18:32.19] But where's the electrons
[18:38.47] Squeezing all around?
[18:43.16] Burning up my life
[18:48.04] Squeezing all around
[18:52.21] Over, it's over
[19:02.95] Only freezing all around
[19:11.50] I greased that pole behind me
[19:17.89] Greased that pole behind me
[19:26.46] Your Nibelung can't be found
[19:34.58] I've looked high and low for you
[19:58.04] I guess I didn't look low enough
[20:03.38] Don't move
[20:13.52] I want to forget you just the way you are
[20:20.85] I really hope your face clears up
[20:37.76] You know, I think you've got nothing there
[20:57.41] Infrared, infrared
[21:10.75] I could drop into the darkness
[21:13.85] It's so cold, infrared
[21:24.23] What if I freeze and drop into the darkness?
[21:33.48]
[00:11.33] I don't come around and put out your red light
[00:18.44] When you work
[00:21.63] What's the matter?
[00:40.49] Didn't you get enough attention at home?
[00:46.79] If shit were music
[01:04.49] La da da, la da da
[01:08.76] You'd be a brass band
[01:14.07] Know what?
[01:29.43] You should get an agent, oh yeah, yeah
[01:40.34] Why sit in the dark handling yourself?
[01:50.54] For Lavinia
[02:04.62] Who goes like gynozoon
[02:08.07] IX, I, V, IX, III, V, I
[02:16.68] For the citizen
[02:20.80] Whose joke lays in their hand
[02:24.24] I, V, I, V, IX, IX, III
[02:32.80] To play fugues
[02:37.07] On Jove's Spam castanets
[02:39.66] V, IX, IX, I, VI, IX, I
[02:48.77] Cattle are slaughtered
[03:02.37] Entrails examined
[03:04.93] Spread out across the moon
[03:09.90] The Tisza is rising
[03:15.63] Topless bars overflowing
[03:17.70] Pulsing through the flumes
[03:23.02] Drop-kicked coloraturas
[03:28.43] Fouling my ears
[03:30.64] Bypassing an anorexic sky and
[03:35.04] Scar jumping grafters
[03:36.81] Chorion-crying
[03:39.46] How can you stoop so high?
[03:42.88] For Papiria
[03:45.96] Who plops the Pantheon
[03:49.39] IV, VI, IX, V, I, IX, I
[03:57.47] For grosse Gauls
[04:00.65] Who won't leave our sheep alone
[04:05.08] V, I, VII, IX, I, IX, I
[04:12.44] Norsemen do not eat the big pink mint
[04:18.12] Flush hard
[04:22.52] It's a long way to Athens
[04:26.48] Gone from your wooden palace
[04:31.97] The wild mice pelt clothes slipped from my toes
[04:38.24] Where termites scribble the walls
[04:41.36] Twisted forth and gone, "Little father"
[04:46.35] The 'snip' off your nine-ninety-nine
[04:52.84] Ffrom where you groomed yourself too small
[04:58.30] No more dragging this wormy anus
[05:02.36] 'Round on shag piles from Persia to Thrace
[05:06.11] I've severed my reeking gonads
[05:10.37] Fed them to your shrunken face
[05:13.23] Janus head
[05:23.48] It's said will give good door
[05:27.61] IX, IX, V, IX, I, IX, I
[05:37.04] For a Roman
[05:39.62] Who's proof that Greeks fucked bears
[05:44.51] V, V, IX, VII, V, IV, I
[05:52.96] Heard this one?
[06:03.16] This'll kill ya
[06:04.45] About the ropes of hair
[06:07.31] Care of Venus the Bald
[06:08.87] Tugging Mercs across the plain
[06:14.32] Those measuring road-rashed bellies
[06:17.79] A perte de vue to me night and day
[06:22.73] The one about the saint
[06:26.32] Sstranded high upon his pillar
[06:29.57] Thirty summers, thirty winters
[06:33.69] His constant visitor, his mother
[06:37.60] But he'd stare into the distance
[06:41.51] Ignored her calls from down below
[06:45.72] "Did you ever throw your own mother's food back at her?"
[06:50.42] "Did you ever tell her, 'Take this junk away.'?"
[06:53.80] "What kind of unnatural son would do that to his own mother?"
[07:00.09] The tasteless one about the bantam
[07:06.86] Who couldn't climb a rung
[07:11.36] Your Helipolis is scrapheap
[07:18.34] Gone, the brown slug of your tongue
[07:22.81] For eunuch Ron
[07:30.17] Who sleeps at night across the emperor's bedroom door
[07:34.81] III, V, IX, IX, I, V, I
[07:42.62] Grostulating-Gorbi
[07:47.34] Requires fresh packing
[07:49.44] II, IX, V, I, IV, IX, I
[07:57.51] Over, it's over
[08:40.25] Syrinx screaming all around
[08:45.28] Bar, bar, bar
[08:48.93] Bar, bar, bar, bar, bar
[08:54.97] Aquil-Aetos, aquil-aetos
[09:09.56] Screaming all around
[09:13.79] Filling up my life
[09:18.72] Screaming all around
[09:23.36] Bar, bar, bar
[09:29.47] Bar, bar, bar, bar, bar
[09:34.35] Over, it's over
[09:48.26] Your Nibelung can't be found
[09:53.90] Their shadowless shadows wiping me
[09:59.47] Wiping me clean away
[10:03.93] Bar, bar, bar
[10:10.90] Bar, bar, bar, bar, bar
[10:18.07] Where's the scent of pine torches
[10:48.85] The lumbering caravans
[10:50.32] The felt covered wagons, moving like galleons?
[10:55.30] The 'wedgie', the 'melvy' to threaten the air?
[11:04.25] Only fledge muffled long hollow bone-drums a-beating
[11:10.71] The dark day behind us, the dark day ahead
[11:17.07] The wind drone across skull goblets
[11:22.01] Then Basel-cum-Strasbourg-cum-Frankfurt-cum-Speyer-cum
[11:30.36] I hear the only place you're ever invited is outside
[11:58.38] If brains were rain
[12:08.49] You'd surely be a desert
[12:11.67] Look, don't go to a mind reader
[12:25.40] Go to a palmist
[12:27.03] I know you've got a palm
[12:29.91] Does your face hurt?
[12:39.31] 'Cause it's killing me
[12:44.08] Cut to lost Lumbago City
[13:03.60] I am perched against the sky
[13:09.85] A banner shoal of sparrows
[13:15.35] Sways in the twilight
[13:20.35] Down there, as ish kabibbles
[13:26.65] Schlepp the shade forever
[13:30.58] Earth's hoary fontenelle
[13:34.92] Weeps softly for a thumb thrust
[13:39.62] A of threadbare black-stockinged legs
[13:44.33] Is fanning out into a frazzled black rose
[13:50.18] No phalanxes fleeing like zippers of blood
[13:56.63] Red plumes nodding between the horses' ears
[14:05.70] Hey buddy, give it up
[14:08.92] Hey pal, come down, join the living
[14:13.33] Wanted: A lisping, hobbling, noseless runt
[14:18.58] Phone: IX-IX-IX-IX-IX-IX-I
[14:24.87] "Someday you'll go far if you catch the right train."
[14:30.05] How about
[14:31.39] "You're so fat
[14:32.43] When you wear a yellow raincoat, people scream, 'Taxi!'."
[14:37.17] Then there's:
[14:38.46] "You're so boring, you can't even evertain doubt."
[14:42.05] I'll grease this pole behind me
[14:47.83] Grease this pole behind me
[14:54.15] Grease this pole
[15:01.44] Grease this pole
[15:05.30] There's an unfinished rumour doing the rounds
[15:16.86] It seems the storks are seen returning to the rooftops
[15:25.77] Carrying back their children
[15:30.41] Clacking like dried palms
[15:34.08] Loud enough to be heard from Reims to Orleans
[15:41.65] River banks are cleared, bridges retaken
[15:46.81] Oblivion, driven from the city street by street
[15:56.53] So why have screams of laughter
[16:02.01] The pissing stench of mares-milk beer
[16:06.97] Come to bait your toad down from his toadstool?
[16:15.09] And if I'm melancholic
[16:22.19] And if I shed a tear
[16:26.89] Don't forget to blink
[16:31.02] Lest your eyeballs dry up
[16:32.83] Fall out of their sockets
[16:35.78] And dangle on your cheeks like Caesar's shrivelled coglione
[16:42.75] It's when I hear a sawed-off coffin
[16:50.64] Rolls beneath the Tisza
[16:56.60] Hey bar
[17:03.69] Ah, my noblest music
[17:09.92] Hey bar, bar, bar, bar...
[17:29.78] I'll grease this pole behind me
[17:38.35] Grease this pole behind me
[17:46.12] Grease this pole
[17:52.41] Grease this pole
[18:03.92] Over, it's over
[18:32.19] But where's the electrons
[18:38.47] Squeezing all around?
[18:43.16] Burning up my life
[18:48.04] Squeezing all around
[18:52.21] Over, it's over
[19:02.95] Only freezing all around
[19:11.50] I greased that pole behind me
[19:17.89] Greased that pole behind me
[19:26.46] Your Nibelung can't be found
[19:34.58] I've looked high and low for you
[19:58.04] I guess I didn't look low enough
[20:03.38] Don't move
[20:13.52] I want to forget you just the way you are
[20:20.85] I really hope your face clears up
[20:37.76] You know, I think you've got nothing there
[20:57.41] Infrared, infrared
[21:10.75] I could drop into the darkness
[21:13.85] It's so cold, infrared
[21:24.23] What if I freeze and drop into the darkness?
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