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Death Riff
03:08
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So I grew my hair and did a rock’n’roll LP
Jacket: Black, Boots: Chelsea
So much so the bouncer into Casual frisked me
And all the doors of perception
Got kicked in in synchrony
It’s a death riff, eat the white pith
Aint no guarantee but that’s the way it looks
On the outside, get the inside
I aint prolific baby,
Everybody else is just lazy as fuck
In some crazy crackling B-movie dream
I put a close mic up to my inner-most thoughts
They turned the dungeon in here Into a slick, post modern tomb
For soul-less souls like me and you to boogie
It’s a death riff, aint no outfit
Put the ice on hard
You’re a lioness, fucking get dressed
I’m impressed that you got this far
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Chaos Kisses
04:02
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I’m swimming through your chaos kisses
Blown bold into a heart - shape
I’m thinking about your chaos kisses
That morning on the Chaos Cape
I’m swimming through your chaos kisses
Come on baby, lay one on
I’m thinking about your chaos kisses
That chaos taste is long gone
I’m losing touch of chaos kisses
Done reckless up against the wall
Silent embraces reeking of pathos
Give me a number I can chaos - call
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Alligator Acid
03:24
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Crying Alligator Acid
Splashing all round the bath
In the lay by you were swerving
Up and down on the graph
I’m a luddite but I’ll shatter
Just like graphite on pad
Your new kisses take me by surprise
And make my A’s flat
Tell me where you wanna go
If you wanna go low at the Crocodile Carousel,
We’ll go
Licking Alligator Acid
Off the rim of the sink
You’re obsessing,
Plainly, your auto-correct’ s on the blink
I’m the twin of disappointment
I’m the double of hate
Now you’re bathing with the unbothered
Their egos inflate
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Poochie
03:08
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Babydoll, I’ve gone beyond
All you’ll see is my headlights
Babydoll, I want you for
Something to do late at night
I can’t take it anymore,
Can you?
I can’t take it anymore,
Can you?
Oh you got the part!
It’s a 9AM start
You were breaking my heart, Poochie
Heard you put your pixels Into his pixels
I got fired for
Chewing on the bad news
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5. |
That's Life!
04:04
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So I came to you
Like a moth to a candle-lit dinner
The Pulitzer Prize winner
Who doesn’t turn up to accept the award
I live in the documentary
Of my life
Sat with the flickering footage
Of a wife
Who doesn’t get bored
Posthumously re-releasing my back catalogue
I came to you
Like a moth to a flame thrower
And I treated you like a disgruntled reviewer
Treats a post modern grower
I feel compelled to cause a fight
And leave a bad taste in the mouth of life
Before I bow out In some hotel-based asphyxiation scandal
If I’m such a genius
Then I only have four years left to go
Baby, I know you’ll be there
Fighting for a humanist funeral
I came to you Like a moth to a flame thrower
Sorry that I sighed when you said “slower”
But I just had a really good idea:
Find a girl who smells like your mother
Marry, get a wage, keep up the pretence
You still love her
Have some kids that you’re jealous of for doing
All the shit you were scared to try
Have some dinner parties, get into karate
Browse Pornhub once in a while
Lose all of your good friends
Get onto your death bed
Lie that you “regret nothing” and smile
And die
All night
That’s life!
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6. |
A Racket
04:19
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I’m a racket
I’m going to take it to your windshield
I’m a big deal, I’ve got vampire teeth
No nerves on my fingertips, I shred them all off
Walking streetwise, swing a cricket bat
Put it deep in your windshield
Until I’m covered in glass
Going to tip her
(Tip her ash tray)
Until I’m covered in her
I can’t live without your love in this life
I can’t live without your love in this life
I can’t live without your love in this life
I can’t live without your love in this life
I’m a racket and I’m hung up again
She’s been around again
Posing with her friends
Makes me tingle like a mountain fire-god,
I’m fraught, I’m a nervous wreck
Oh inciting, smiting mothers
Can I cash it all?
Might enlighten us
Weekends at the mall
Now I’m cursing her witchcraft
And I’m a witch-deft witch hunter
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Hell's Bells
03:59
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I heard her name climbing down
The cross-universe grapevine
Yeah, some off-planet beauty pageant
Found she was a spy,
A real Dr. No
With a weaponised nine-incher
And push-button blusher
That does some past-hour memory wipe
She has a Steppenwolf soundtrack
And an indicative patch of, like
What pack’s command she adheres to
She’s got a mind like mud
And all her personalities
Fragmented and formed
Additional supergroups
She’s a fistful of edible dynamite
In dust bowl drama spray-on tights
And Bananarama doing back-up vocals
All the time I heard her hell’s bells
When she was sitting on the carpet
Throwing flaming darts
Into a pit of moving targets
When long term love
Takes a sly extended fag break
Grab your jacket, baby
I’ll keep the clam case
Everybody’s talking Like a comeback’s on the cards
I’m at a loss so far, I don’t know where to start
Maybe if we rewound back to the break-up part
Do you have an adaptor baby, for a scart lead?
She told me she’d wait
If I sandpapered my superego down a little bit
But without which am I enough?
Or just a black denim jacket
And a lack of a haircut?
Hell’s Bells
Hell’s Bells
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Faces
02:24
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I see faces I see faces I see faces I see faces
And I’m waiting by the banister
Watching some wine glass villainess
Bribe the adjudicators
Your baby blues, one and two
May I come over to your huddle?
Vultures giving themselves a cuddle
Damn my foolish two-day stubble
Should’ve sorted it out
I’m just lounging up and down
Through a three-story bar
Brain or mouth,
Getting their orders mixed around
Guess you were so absorbed
In your phone that I thought
This girl wants to be alone
Cut to: Montage of Videodrome
I’m whip zooms and quick pans
To regret circling to land
I feel sick in these romantic scenes
When I’m not playing In the doo-wop band
I see faces I see faces I see faces I see faces
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9. |
Year Zero
04:46
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You look like you’ve seen a ghost,
What do you want from the bar?
Two hands making shadows again
Wearing the gloves for an expensive car
Stop thinking about him
Because he sure isn’t thinking of you
Give the glass a chaos kiss
Tonight we crash in two,
Yeah tonight we crash in two
In a blaze of malted fuzz
I’m a river of rush
Let’s carve a crazy path
Here I am, drinking myself back to Year Zero
It’s like some B-Movie set
Complete with screaming boards
You’re all out of tune with the moon cycle
Let’s spike each other; see what happens
Let’s mic up our thoughts
And broadcast them to each other
I’ve got a great reference from my last lover
In the fangs of the moonlight
You can flash your pass
If you’re going to drink me in,
Would you mind getting a glass?
Now I’m back on the abandoned dirt track
Drinking myself back...
Back to Year Zero
You can’t step on un-stepped on terrain these days
I’m jacket, boots and long hair
I’m IPA, I’m the milk-tray man
If the milk-tray man was well into Kim Fowley
I’m in the catacombs of sex-bomb scares
Maybe we should runaway
Or maybe we should stay here sinking,
Drinking ourselves back to Year Zero
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Tatty Bye
04:46
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Hello Stranger
It’s funny, you’ve been on my mind
I think I saw a glimpse too far
And now I’m wondering
What you’re up to tonight
Do you have some cosmic Hercules
To crawl into bed with?
Have you been seeing each other for ages
Or is it like some on/off thing?
I’m not one for on the spot decisions
But I’m now fully subscribed
You kind of bribed my ego
And told my eyes you’d left your phone inside
I think you and I could have a real Inter-planetary trip
If I just gave this timeline the slip
Or a note from my mother saying
I can’t do reality this week
You were a real moon sliver
A real river of stars
Yeah let’s leave it at that
Let’s all go back to what’s ours
Hello Stranger
It’s funny, you’ve been on my mind
What are you up to tonight?
So have the last drop of your elaborate wine
I didn’t think you’d make it to closing time
Gotta head, Miss Sliver Of Moonlight
And drop like an alkazeltza into the night
What made you last for so long?
Look at you, you made into the last song
I don’t wanna be right, I wanna be wrong
Doesn’t matter anyway,
In a hundred years we’ll all be gone
Tatty bye
Tatty bye
Finish your drink and say goodbye
Tatty bye
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Laurie Shaw Kenmare, Ireland
Laurie Shaw is a Wirral-born songwriter and producer. He now dwells in Ireland where he records from his mountain retreat. He often gigs in Cork, Dublin and the Merseyside area. He has released around 100 albums to date (all of which are available on request). ... more
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