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Pack Of Lies
They first met at the hospital, she was checking out for good. Her body patched but past repair, and there her angel stood. She was feeling quite confused now that her death was close at hand.
Only Losers Take The Bus
I'm not stupid, I'm a man. [Unverified]. I'm not stupid. . I'm born again in hail and flames. (Gold rush Almighty!). Go tell it loud to all my slaves.
On Suicide Bridge
On Suicide Bridge, I found myself one spring morning in the frigid sunshine, weary of the humiliations of the Crouch End. There I was. An old lady passed me. She smiled and said, "Good morning, young man." I looked at her and I said, "I'm going to kill myself." She smiled again and said, "Yes, I think that's a very good idea.".
North Atlantic Wind
He sits in the light of the carousel. with his children running 'round his knees. While the wind howls down through the fishing boat mast. the lights sway and the barkers freeze.
Nite Flights
(Music/Lyrics--Scott Engel) ©1993 International Media Holdings (BMI). . There's no hold. The moving has come through. The danger brushing you. turns its face into the heat.
Mr. Baby
See the priest in gleaming nappies. Gurgling and burping child at play. Signing warrents, blessing firing squads. are the pleasures of this baby's day.
Mario Vargas Yoni
The mother of the nation has gone; she has hobbled off to her uncertain fate, having only a tycoon's salary given to her to fund the purchase of that monkey-shit-brown hair rinse we know so well. They act like nothing ever happened, but it did. It's too late--too late for the thousands driven to mental illness, premature old age and suicide by the force-feeding to them of a daily diet of despair and the doctrine of their own obsolescence. Too late for the thousands of teenagers who grew up illiterate but unaccountably proud that their nation spent the money it could have been spent on educating them to buy guns--guns which this country is too feeble and unimportant to need to use..
Look What I Stole For Us, Darling
[Irish news report:] ("The air corps helicopter took a five-year-old girl from Achain Island..."). . Aodhagan went hunting for food and money. through the streets of Walthamstow.
Long About Now
(Lyrics / Music--Scott Engel) Published by Carlin Music Corp.. . Long about now she's heading home. Black from the rain, burnt to the ground. Her ashes will rise.
Lady Godiva's Operation
(Lyrics / Music--Lou Reed) Published by MGM Music. . ([???]). ("Get your fingers in."). . Lady Godiva, dressed so demurely. pats the head of another curly-haired boy.
John The Gun
(Music/Lyrics--Sandy Denny) Warlock Music. . "My shadow follows me wherever I should chance to go,". John the Gun did say.. "If you should chance to meet me as I wander to and fro,.
Humiliate Me
(If ever you're going hungry, there's always the graveyard...). . Be nice or strangle me, I don't care. Good times are not what's lured me here. Bad clothes and sting-in-the-eye perfume.
Vegas
[Hook: Fat Leopard]. I woke up thinking, I don't remember last night. With a stranger laying next to me. She said it's Vegas, so I guess it's alright.
Hive
Do you think they could see us in this base circumstance. You with blood on your knees and me with my hand down your pants?. If a lad wears a dress then will George want his sex?.
Greyhair
Greyhair fool / Shoes undone / The fields ahead / Leaves black as coal. Landmark-free / No walls, No trees. to greet him on this night of his return. C--So who will love this lie on legs.
Go Home Bible Mike
A brass band playing in a dumptruck is visible through clouds of brickdust. as people dressed as cows form an orderly queue. for a drug that makes you dead for a second or two.
Gary Numan's Porsche
In a half-faced mask made of tinted glass. Walking streets of creased wet concrete. where her curse [attacks] sometime. by the screaming chain-store signs.
Evil Man Ii
("You will have a baby, a monster, an evil monster conceived in your womb, as big as I am small, and possessed by the devil himself!"). . Born to refuse.
Evil Man
Born to refuse, and raised to exclude. Fed myths to disprove by post-colonial prudes:. The city was evil, some country was evil, the hippies were evil,.
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