Winged Suited

not impressed by his thunderballs
i plunder malls, he goes under + crawls
i’m walking on the walls
wonder if he’ll survive this install 
i don’t offer an emergency call 

in here, it's always either suspect or victim 
she tolerated the game until she kicked him 
got a hold of his crown jewels + she gripped ‘em
picked up the documents + she ripped ‘em 

there’s no sex allowed in my combat zones 
so quietly, we devour the tomcat’s bones
like a bunch of prom brat clones
like he recites a holy psalm that moans 

stands guard at the gate, stays hard while he gapes
while she whispers “not all heroes wear capes” 
do the curtains match the drapes?
will he ever recover from this sex tape?

i’m filthy but i’m holy like a lord 
dirt cheap but still more than you can afford 
light as a feather + stiff as a board 
legs crossed as tight as a locked ward 
it takes time for the data to formulate
for revenge, i assume that form you hate 
oops, you came back to the dorm too late
so predictable: stalkers swarm the bait 

i transmit disease: venereal vector
just helping out: i’m a natural selector 
avid collector of men’s precious nectar
a public servant in the private sector 
 
he loves to be called a good boy,
with his mouth open wide like a dying koi
lay coyness to rest on this ground i’ve blessed
waste no time getting sacrifices undressed

won’t recognize him after this procedure
they say i’m anti-vaccine but pro-seizure 
i crush bones with boots + kill clones in suits 
on my suburban commute, i’m prone to shoot 

been hunting for years to find a real man
his corpse covered by my college meal plan 
i invoke the colonizers + steal land 
not satisfied til i pluck + peel strands 

i’m filthy but i’m holy like a lord 
dirt cheap but still more than you can afford 
light as a feather + stiff as a board 
legs crossed as tight as a locked ward 
it takes time for the data to formulate
for revenge, i assume that form you hate 
oops, you came back to the dorm too late
so predictable: stalkers swarm the bait 

i’m like if the blair witch drank some jet fuel 
reveling in the threat of duels with drool
my intentions can never be too cruel 
i throw him into the deep end of the pool

so nasty: he’s a bottom feeder like a carp 
i’m very sharp + i’ll play him like a harp 
come around like stomach flus, i'm sick too 
in church: bible paper airplanes + lick pews 

can’t believe he’s considered an adult
find it difficult? then join a different cult 
result’s him in a circus catapult 
injury’s so much more than an insult 

with steady hand, i prepare the poison 
say i’m celibate but i still let the boys in
i drip droplets like i’m meningitis
it's a calling: i bathe men in my piss 

i’m filthy but i’m holy like a lord 
dirt cheap but still more than you can afford 
light as a feather + stiff as a board 
legs crossed as tight as a locked ward 
it takes time for the data to formulate
for revenge, i assume that form you hate 
oops, you came back to the dorm too late
so predictable: stalkers swarm the bait

Thunderballs (prod. Aaron Lepley)

the golden man with the midas touch
is now the olden man who cries too much 
need both a cane + a crutch, such + such
at night, you crawl back into your brass cage hutch 

i have all the answers like i’m alex trebek
you present the gold ring + then i wring your neck 
i send you off to my personal gulag 
you’ll be burning forever like the yule log 

you yield because i wield a rusty box cutter
churn my collection into a crusty rock butter
i turn back time, so now the clocks shudder 
i control the world, so now the stocks stutter 

prove you’re useless again like an appendix
so crafty: capsize cocks + upend dicks 
i’m attila the hun, i’m a killer of sons
sold out in theaters, it’s a thriller with guns 

he may have a goldfinger but he lingers
position him right under my pistons + stingers
keep it going + going until he simpers 
gold splinters from a 3D printer in the winter 

drench the flora + fauna, flotsam + jetsam
look like you want some: so come + get some 
once i start, i can’t be stopped: i'm a duracell
was sentenced to life but i blurred that hell
 
produce sick like produce with e. coli
you’re locked in the freezer: why so cold, guy?
i need you to stay calm for the procedure
no chance you won’t limp away a true believer  
 
unlucky you're my next-door neighbor 
i suck on hard candy while you do hard labor
won't deny that i'm morally bankrupt 
when you're done, your underwear gets yanked up 

beware that heart of gold
teach you the art of mold while you wear this blindfold
tried to auction you off, couldn’t get it sold 
in a chokehold, you won’t ever get paroled

he may have a goldfinger but he lingers
position him right under my pistons + stingers
keep it going + going until he simpers 
gold splinters from a 3D printer in the winter 

he beckons you to enter his web of sin
i’m not dumb, got a ream of his wrinkled skin
replace my body with this glass mannequin
so many brains, it’s like i got a conjoined twin 

gotta pay out of pocket, each eye out of socket
got your corneas here right in this golden locket 
rock the wild frontier like davy crockett
i use a pipette to bottle all this cock spit 

some lives have to end, some knives have to bend
tend to my garden with a vital organ blend 
return to my cave, i’m about to descend 
you can pretend but you’ll never be my boyfriend

he may have a goldfinger but he lingers in
position him right under my pistons + stingers
keep it going + going until he simpers 
gold splinters from a 3D printer in the winter 

so many commas on my hit list
so many gods be my witness
if these soul-sucking spirits don’t get the fuck out of my business

Goldfingered (prod. Aaron Lepley)

Spongers latest is Red...no Blue, because the only colour's Red...i mean Blue !
Larry plays Guitar, Bass and sings.
Toby plays Drums

Recorded at Mix Wright Rooms, South London '24

Only Colour's Blue

SOS ... - - - ...
New from Spongers and it’s their Same Old Song !
Recorded at Mix Wright Rooms in June by Larry and Frank.

The lyrics are overheard and noted by Larry from various sources, including O Baby, Mrs Spongers, the Lilster, the Rubester, Frank, Cap'n Jones, David Hockney and Tish Murtha

Lyric credits
Very sincere but no resolution. Cap'n Jones 
Dead initiative. Mrs Spongers
Indecent haste. Mrs Spongers
Coercive behavioural trait. Mrs Spongers
It can take forever cause I'm going nowhere. The Rubester
A vessel for sauce/source. The Lilster
Play familiar. Frank
The most interesting space is where I end and you begin. David Hockney
We've moved along from our biological imperatives. Frank
You can't teach someone how to have passion.Tish Murtha 
Is today tomorrow or was it yesterday? O Baby x

Same Old Song

The latest Spongers project is Dinowarsaw ! Recorded in May '25 at Mix Wright Rooms. Larry lalala's and plays guitar and bass. Frank applies the spoken word and plays drums.

Dinowarsaw

Keep 'em peeled ! 
Eyes-a-poppin' 
It's the latest from Spongers, once again incorporating the father/son duo of Larry and Frank.
Larry plays guitars, bass and sings. 
Frank plays drums and talks.
All recorded at Mix Wright Rooms.
A special mention to the fab documentary 'Cuba and the Cameraman' from which Havana, mañana and cabana surely emanate xx

Eyes-a-Poppin'

My guest mixer this week is Paul Hanley
The second ex-Fall member to appear on this show (but definitely not the last!), he played drums alongside Karl Burns during what many would argue is the classic period of the group.
He is also a successful author, having published Leave The Capital: A History of Manchester Music, Have A Bleedin Guess: The Story of Hex Enduction Hour (which in my view is one of  the best ever books written about a single album) and Sixteen Again: How Pete Shelley & Buzzcocks Changed Manchester Music (and me).

Steve's Mix Tapes #020 (Paul Hanley)

(prod. by aaron lepley)

rolled into the ER, my brief life full of regrets 
told i’m far too young to know how bad it all can get
but “doctor, you’ve never been a 13 year old girl”
i coughed up a pearl, my hair hasn’t curled
more + more unfree as it unfurled 

paramedics are now undertakers
turned me into a hunter of fakers
cocoon learned how to convulse
in time to cut my own pulse 

scalp ripped-out blonde locks with no keys 
inclined to beg but i got no knees
clones need to be cut down to the groan, please 

it’s bye-bye to this cruel earth
it’s all the drool that gives me girth
a fool to count that as my worth
a ghost song for a ghoul’s mirth 

mom + dad can’t look at my forearms
too bad i wasn’t born with more charms
a daughter can never do no harm

this is my adolescence, with built-in below-the-belt pain
please, i must know how to most efficiently melt my brain 

looked like a cleopatra, they said
i wish i was her, aka dead
i gotta make myself miniscule
and bring it down to the molecule

great i survived, i’m still alive, yay
despair when we pull into the driveway
here planning my window dive day

get led astray + get thrown off the scent
i’m right like the angles when my bones go all bent

double-jointed, slink to the summit
death rattle distinct, you can hum it
born mansion’d, now i slum it
it’s easy to solve this whodunit 

what if i were to go all cave crawler up in the cavity?
and/or graze globes with not even the slightest hint of gravity? 

this is my adolescence, with built-in below-the-belt pain
need to know how to most efficiently melt my brain 

pageantry of parental love
gentle dove meets dental glove
i jumped: wasn’t push come to shove
look up: it’s me as i come from above 

tied myself to the train tracks
no blindfold when my brain blacks
knock you out with my wingspan
now go ahead, kiss my ringed hand

party sucked, they were all so dense 
life story ends impaled on the fence
pale face, make it make sense 
i spared you from even more suspense 

last straw was their last taunt
at least now i know who to haunt 
flesh rots, they’re off in the yacht
lux need a noose, i’ll tie the knot

should have first shot up the mall + the fakes at school
because you’re never ever too small to break the rules 
they tried to diagnose what it was that was so wrong with me
died all gross, split like a spit-roast, i’m too strong to be free

one sister down… 
4 more to go

Cecilia (The Not-So-Virgin Suicides #1)

The latest from Spongers is a sea shanty with lyrics from the original shanty which may date back to Elizabethan times !
Larry plays Guitar, Bass and sings and talks.
Frank plays the drums and talks.

As always, the song was recorded in Mix Wright Rooms in the summer of '25.

Down Below (Whiskey-O)

I do not own these tracks 
all rights to GG Allin & band members

full GG Allin album "Rock 'n' Roll Terrorist" released in July of 2003

GG Allin - Abuse Myself, I Wanna Die

He made albums in 1970/71 but nothing since

“I desired my dust to be mingled with yours
Forever and forever and forever.”

Winged Suited

Barry Onyx

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