May the sideshow begin. Spinetrak. Your man from Escom (Eastbourne?). Is a schizophrenic. He also thinks he's a man. His other half is his side-kick..
M.R. James, be born, be born. Yog Sogoth. Rape me Lord.*. I've suffered a great wrong. Such hatred, Church's song. Part One: Spectre v. Rector. The Rector lived in Hampshire.
M.R. James, be born, be born. Yog Sogoth. Rape me Lord.*. I've suffered a great wrong. Such hatred, Church's song. Part One: Spectre v. Rector. The Rector lived in Hampshire.
M.R. James, be born, be born. Yog Sogoth. Rape me Lord.*. I've suffered a great wrong. Such hatred, Church's song. Part One: Spectre v. Rector. The Rector lived in Hampshire.
M.R. James, be born, be born. Yog Sogoth. Rape me Lord.*. I've suffered a great wrong. Such hatred, Church's song. Part One: Spectre v. Rector. The Rector lived in Hampshire.
Young dicks make TV. Get 'em away from me. Young dicks make TV. Loads of hair-style ideals. Here's the other end of the tale. Here's the other end of the scale.
The firmament is both my enemy and my friend. One other thing's for sure - division in my soul. Punk art person was you my son. You're an androgynous piece of slop.
Think.. Like mountain climbing. or skiing in the alps. Think of it.. I don't.. It was a big fat [...]. Wet, the ugly pavement cracked. It was unsafe..
Fall advice!. Fall advice!. Fall advice!. Fall advice!. . The Year Number 1. Has gone and turned. Into Year of Bomb. TV wars 24 hours. But it happens.
Tight faded male arse. Decadence and anarchy. He said, he smiled. Something to dance to. A certain style. Smile. Smile. Smile. Smile. Meat animals. Smiled.
Right here's the definitive rant. Slates drive me bats. Male slates I bait. . Male slates, male slags. Male slates, male slags and apes. Male slags, slags slates and tapes.
Out of the airs of time's fitful sleep. Snap right up, and out of the bed. Pick up your legs, shake your head,. Take an easy breath.. Think how great God's golden assurance is.
The harpy was the tops. Whose hair contained some red. Thin white skeleton. Just too good in bed.. . He mother from the circus. Put her on Junior Show Time.
You feel depressed 'cause you've missed the day. Then you have to go to the hall. . Whip wire. Whip wire. Hawk man. Slip down easy. Don't make me a go-between.
Simon, dave and john. They work the dayshift. I think i'll help them. I'll help where i can. . Astral virus infecting all of us. We are a health risk.
All these fads. It's shoulder pads. On New Year's Dawn. To my surprise. All the Macca lads stayed at home. Picking antiques and clothes. Clothes reflect with green bits.
Knew I was right all along. Rock to Them, a Talking Heads album. Superhero in harlequin kecks. Dim-wit lecture, half read. . Was I - victim in clown hat?.
All these fads. It's shoulder pads. . On New Year's Dawn. To my surprise. All the Macca lads stayed at home. Picking antiques. Encloses. Cosy fleck with green bits.
She's ten to five. But I'm shiftwork. And my woman alive. Shiftwork. . Shiftwork. I thought shiftwork would work. But it's good as broken us apart. . Lights flash over me.
Why do you have a cloud in your eye?. Walked downstairs. Got my hat and my corny brown leather jacket. Streets were grey and clean for a change. Must have been the rain.