Bald guy in the corner
Sweating Bulldog Red
Nicotine ceiling
Dull sick head
Wedding stains the carpet
On backs of creases necks

Drink and fuck and fight tonight
Tomorrow morning's Jesus
Drink and fuck and fight tonight
Tomorrow morning's God

Chronic mental illness
At home abused with sex
Now face down on a pavement
Slow cold death
A Christian mum approaches with
Her hat pinned to her head

Sees pain and shame and loss and guilt
Steps over it and into church
She needs forgiveness for her sins
Steps over them and into church

She drank and fucked and fought last night and
Forgiveness comes from Jesus
Who'll forgive her for giving head?
Forgiveness comes from God

   He's up on the ceiling
   He'll wipe away your sins
   He's up on the ceiling
   He'll wipe away your sins

Bald guy in the corner
Sweating Bulldog Red
Nicotine ceiling
Dull sick head
IV blood stains the bed sheet
On stomachs dot tattoos

Pills and pain and prayers tonight
Tomorrow morning's Jesus
Yes pills and pain and prayers tonight
Come morning you're with God.

Rexic Crack

Breakfast With Jesus

I’ll never leave you here I’ll stay
I’ll never never go away
I’ll be inside you night and day
You’re going to have to love me you
Don’t get a choice it’s not up to 
	You, Love . . . . . I love
	You, Love . . . . . I love

You’re crying now these tears won’t last
Don’t be tortured by your past
Now burning summers, fields of sky
With future hot and future high
That endless hope has passed behind
	Yes leave - your past behind
	The future’s gone - so now use mine

I’ve seen before how this pans out
You leave, come back, curse wail and shout
You turn to drink and drugs.  Throughout
It all I love you more and more
It’s you, my love, whom I adore
	Til Death – til death we part	
	Til death – takes your dear heart

Madness, death; just legal steps
Unless I found another nest
But that won’t happen, I love you best
You’re luckier than all the rest
You’re mine

Remember how I slept outside
Your house? And how we took a ride?
Me on the car and you inside
My heart beat faster with each wind
We took.  You screamed I’d lost my mind
	That’s true – lost it to you
	And my heart – I lost that too	
	And you – You lost heart.  You
	Yes you – lost your mind too

(I love)
And so you finally took my love
(your heart)
You took it to the Lord above
(I love)
You took my chance to be your wife
(your hands)
With the same hands that you  took your life

Super Über Hoover Love

When God comes down to see the end result
of mankind's turn as Head Of Things on Planet Earth
He may have pointers for improvement
When He comes down to see the taken care
we took of Earth as caretakers he may think twice
Before he grants another tenure

	Time for a shake-up
	Job reshuffle - Job reshuffle
	High time for change
	Turn of dolphin - Turn of pig

	You'd better pray - You'd better pray
	The rain still works - The wind still works
	You'd better pray - You'd better pray
	The sun still shines - The moon is fine
	The moon is fine

There seemed to be a breakdown of communications from the
shop floor to head office sometime in the late mid 1900s 
A rumour got round from some Prussian saying God was dead
Well that's no reason to neglect  your duties and your job description

	O such a shame
	You really messed up - really messed up
	No-one to blame
	Can't blame dolphin - can't blame pig

	You'd better pray - You'd better pray
	Your blood does not drown your sleeping young
	You'd better pray
	The cleansing fires pass you by
	O pass you by

So what's the excuse for the state you've left my garden in?
What's that?  You spent the time fighting and scrapping with the non-believers?!
You did it in my name?!  Well I guess that makes it okay
that you slaughtered my children and destroyed my beautiful creation

	You must be shamed
	It's down to you - it's down to you
	There's no-one to blame
	It falls on you it falls on you

	You've got to pay - you've got to pay
	In blood you'll pay - their blood you'll pay
	O you will pay - yes you will pay
	Your soul will pay forever pay
	Forever pray!

Stem

Tenure

I was on a bus out in the hills of Hong-Kong
Writing words that I’d heard touching them with my tongue
My libido, what did she know?  Things were feeling all wrong
Beyond the hood the giant Buddha watched us trundle along

One eye, one leg she was ready to go
Poor scout pointing out planes were flying below
A thousand sta**s made her scared and she started to slow
She said “So long!” I said “What’s wrong?” She said “What you think you know.”

	There were swastikas in her eyes
	She had swastikas in her eyes
	There were swastikas in her eyes
	Shining swastikas in her -

The air was thinning, I was grinning with my mosquito veins
Jump once jump twice leaping over the plains
Watching monkey and the junky, they were eating plantains
Wasn’t sure if their couture didn’t indicate change

Green tea, Tai Chi; they meant nothing to me
Blue Cow, Ni hao, we could buy a baby
This was funny; happy Bunny sat committing Seppuku
Winked at me full of glee said “Boy! This is what you’ll do.”

	There were swastikas in his eyes...

Getting rabies, buying babies, stroking Lucy’s fur
Girls and boys and sips of poison, didn’t know where we were
Organ theft left us bereft, dumped out on darkened streets
Careless stitching left us itching, wrapped in valium sheets

Hot eyes, cold hearts we were put to the test
Anti-Semitic semiotics seen with all of the rest
Had to get it off their hearts so they could get it off their chests
Fast blood slow brains led to civil unrest

	There were swastikas in their eyes...
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We were tethered by the weather as the sun lay us flat
It tried again with the rain once we pulled free of that
Another go with the snow – a hundred feet in a day
Surely Buddha wouldn’t smother us – we started to pray

Bad Buddha Bad Buddha

And so Great Buddha made us shudder, were we reading this wrong?
Broken-hearted we departed, we were leaving Hong Kong
Going home all alone to the drab and mundane
Set down in London, thought “Ah fuck ‘em.” We remained on the plane.

	Cos there were swastikas in our eyes…!

Bad Buddha

I want to say the second greatest thing is when you come
But that's the part, that's the part, the part I love the most
See you straining - no control 	
See you coming - no control 	

This is not about me
I'm tertiary at best
I just want to be you
You can take the rest
I would be New Eve for you
I would be New Eve for you

You make me fucking jealous
You make me fucking proud 
I want you like Sappho 
I want you like a scar

I can't believe your atoms don't just - scatter to the winds
Take me over, take me out
Take me from within
Take me breaking - no control
Take me breaking - no control

I want you breathing petrol
I want you eating stars
I want to see you break the sky
I want you killing mars

I want you as a woman
I want you as a boy
I want you as a lot of things
I want you to destroy

Break:
When you're not here I take heroin
Take alcohol
Take mescaline
Take long hair blue
Take off my skin
Take it in hand
Take valium
Til you... Til you come back


I want you to be lesbian
And love me like a girl
I will be New Eve for you
And that's when we'll unfurl
You are gay and - I'm a girl
You are gay and - I'm a girl

You make me deaf and - make me dumb
You lose me to the crowd
You make me lose my sense of self
You scream so fucking loud

I don't think I can hold you
Down, I'm scared you'll fall
Through ceilings, forests, skies and stars
Through me and through it all

I want you to be black and white
And grainy to the touch
I want to see you get there first
And for it to be too much
I want you out of focus
Powder plastic to the touch
Make me what you want me to be
I will be your crutch

I want you hunting angels
 Breaking holes right through the sky
I want our mouths to touch and hurt
And see each other die

Alone I fill my empty hands
And Rorschach on the sheets

I want you to be Lazarus
Beneath a sea of tears
Across the field, behind the tree
Where we first found our fears

Little children suffered
Little children died
They could be in heaven now
But God and Jesus lied

When you're not here I take heroin
Take alcohol
Take mescaline 
Take long hair blue
Take off my skin
Take it in hand
Take valium
Til you... Til you come back

Come

A woman makes her sperm
A man he makes his eggs
And God made you and God made me
A cup of coffee a cup of tea

Yes God the perfect host
And us the perfect guests
We’ll get the spare room one more time
You’ll be upset but I’ll be fine

	The evening breaks according to
	The evening breaks according to
	The evening breaks according to her heart

For breakfast we’ll get toast
And hear the dogs both bark
And by the time we get to them
Their bones are dust, toast cold again

This house has many rooms
At least a thousand high
A thousand deep a thousand wide
We’ll nevermore set foot outside

	The evening breaks according to
	The evening breaks according to
	The evening breaks according to her heart

	She is lost and all the perfect pain cannot stop her heart 
	From feeling all her love
	She screams

	The evening breaks according to
	The evening breaks according to
	The evening breaks according to her heart

God  the perfect host
And we the perfect guests
We’ll get the spare room one more time
Our host so perfect, host divine.

	The evening breaks according to
	The evening breaks according to
	The evening breaks according to her heart

Host Divine

Cat Pilgrim one two three
Cat you’re coming home with me
She loves you desperately
I can’t take it

Shudder shudder she’s gone off her feet
Shudder shudder she’s in fever and heat	
She’s obsessed with all the things that you do
She’s been after you since ’72

You love the same boys and girls as me
Hair cropped like a beautiful boy and she
Used you who used me and used to be

When I wake up - In your make-up
Look around at the mess we made
Looking so cute - In your thin suit
Jumping round on a pile of bones

Cat Pilgrim one two three
Cat you’re coming home with me
She loves you desperately
I can’t take it

Hail hail to the suicide girl
Fail fail she took up your world
Doesn’t care and she won’t return

Steel eyes is a lonesome part of it
Saudade doesn’t seem to cover it
All the girls you go for turn out gay and yet -

When I wake up - In your make-up
Look around we’ve messed up their home
Looking so cute - In your thin suit
Jumping round on a pile of bones
When I wake up - In your make-up
Look around we’ve messed up their home
Looking so cute - In your thin suit
Jumping round on a pile of bones

Your eyes are blue, dear
Your eyes are red
Don’t bring that in here
This circuit's dead

Cat Pilgrim one two three
Cat you’re coming home with me
She loves you desperately
I can’t take it

Shudder shudder she’s gone off her feet
Shudder shudder she’s in fever and heat	
She’s obsessed with all the things that you do

You love the same boys and girls as me
Hair cropped like a beautiful boy and she
Used you who used me and used to be

When I wake up - In your make-up
Look around we’ve messed up their home
Looking so cute - In your thin suit
Jumping round on a pile of bones
You took a touch dear, a touch too much dear
And now reality just will not do
Yeah you look so cute - In your dead suit
As the Angels fall on you

You’ve got it all, Cat
You’ve got it all
You’re bound to fall, Cat
You’re bound to fall
You ran away, Cat
And that’s really sad
She loved your heart, Cat
What heart you had

Cat Pilgrim

I see Bolletto in the morning
See him racing along - racing along for
I see Bolletto in the morning
See him racing along - racing along for you

See it raining, see it cold

I see Bolletto in the evening
See him waiting around - waiting around for
I see Bolletto in the evening
See him waiting around - waiting around for you

See it raining, see it cold

You never answer my calls

I see Bolletto in the nighttime 
See him creeping along - creeping along O
I see Bolletto in the nighttime
See him creeping along - creeping along with you

He is sweating, you are cold

You never answer my calls
I leave it ringing ringing ringing ringing...

Bolletto

Thoughts and time were taken.
Cohen, Cave and Brel were heard, watched, and absorbed, negated by Winterson, Kubrick, Kierkegaard and Klee. The fear of pretentiousness was fretted over, but that word comes from pretence, and there was none of that; this was all too horribly real. 
Things coalesced and songs began to form. 
Then two people met beneath a deluge of Kafka, Kerouac, the Cure, and Kundera, and a Clash-inspired freak-out occurred one bleak black autumnal morning.
"We've got to do something about this!” we said.
And so here it is this tiny slither a shard of the concise sprawl, the claustrophobic explosion of Blue Grenade - and more of it's coming up : physical; visceral; volatile and vital. 
Give us paradox, dichotomies, tensions and conflict.
Things need to be defamiliarised...
The democracy of the Internet has drowned everyone in an infinite desert. Each musician a desperate grain of sand.  How does the best stuff get heard and not just the best self-promoters? The squeaky wheels... Am I just bitter?? Damn right I am!! But bitter as a fan. Not as a musician. Only bitter as a lover of music. As a musician I'm in constant euphoria. The dysphoria comes as a fan, a lover.  Where is all this glorious music that must be swamping the Internet? I've found a handful of bands this century and I have looked HARD - so am forced to do that wretched thing and look to the past, because contemporary equals anodyne, pedestrian, prosaic and bland. Safe and sanitised and it sickens and scares me and I'm only young. 
A bitter fan, but a frustrated musician, screaming and shouting in this infinite desolation. 
HEAR US!! FIND US!!! THIS is the grain of sand; THIS one right here!!!
We've just got to get on with it and keep getting on with it. Ignore yet another  breakdown from nervous exhaustion, and just have faith that this is fucking awesome and someday soon someone who can help us crawl with our nails up to that next level  will help us crawl with our nails up to that next level. 

Blue Grenade

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