Video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TNU9RFPhzfM

Showtune from 42nd St.

When I first observed upon my perch, my tree was tied up to a hearse,
My tether slack I took off flight - and now I go out every night...
Is there no one out there willing to listen? This generation seems to be missing...
Something new for me

Pet hates drove me cuckoo I nearly flew around the bend
I was always spitting feathers at the cagers who'd pretend
That anthropology is progress but who is watching them?
My perforated notebook, with a shotgun for a pen

The pressure that Im under now, is oh so atmospheric!
But if I returned to that rotting branch, I know I would regret it
But somethings pulling on my wings, gravity am I seeing things?
I've given up the Holy Ghost, demoted to a watching post

But the funny thing about the youth today is the vast majority
Will go dancing in a line because they're empty inside
Trying to find a new identity
And when they finally decide who it is they are
By Christ they've got to get ahead
And when the crows pick their bones for an ounce of sense
I'll wheel my barrow shouting bring out yer dead!

Does it fly over your head when you follow the herd
When I say that I am a mocking bird

Frazer King EP - Showtune From 42nd Street

Name of the Father

I raped your mother then kissed her cold cheek
But lost all affection when I heard her speak;
"If Joseph gets home to find I'm not alone,
My lipstick must not smear my frown"

Then he walked through the door, dropped his tools on the floor,
Agape with a curious look stood unsure;
"So you must be His Impotency,
Whom Mary speaks fondly about"

The Name of the Father is almost a clue
Concieved in the time it takes for a lie
To seek out the truth and destroy what it finds

Way down on a landslide I left you to rot
Distinguished by thorns on your crown I forgot
Your urges like a Siberian chill,
Tore families apart through their own free will

Your Father is not only present in name,
Forsakened? My alias God was to blame
The truth is Son, I'd hoped you'd run
The family business well...

I was just a humble salesman
Working door to door
Your impending birth ensured
Recruitment to the cause

Frazer King - Name Of The Father (Working Towards The Fuhrer EP)

Video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3VTC1QKF37Y&feature=related

Old Man From London

An old man from London dilutes you it suits you
You're told don't be bold in a box you can grow then grow old
Shut the lid then go cold
A rusted addonis will make you his promise to go all the way
With a fortune of taxable pay
So boys what do you say?
Spoon fed a bone, just one hit we need
When it's taken away, what obscure lives we'll lead
And we've nothing to say, we forgot to pay heed
That the contract states clear - do not fear the dotted line...

Just sign

Contract obligation will make you impatient
On a conveyor belt, in a waiting room clones hang about
For avoidance of doubt
They'll prim you they'll trim you for a fabulous debut
THen you're pushed out the door to the meagre applause we detest
Cause you're just like the rest
Spoonfed a bone, just one hit we need
When it's taken away, we can grovel and plead
But they'll get their way, when we're down on our knees
Because the contract states clear - do not fear the dotted line...

Just sign

I know I'm not insured to return this favour to you
But now we are indebted how could I ever refuse
My knees are bleeding raw, my throat sore - did I do it wrong?
Open wide and don't let your pride project till you swallow it whole son;
There was once a time when you'd fit in my pocket
When I pulled back my purse string you'd spit out the coin
Now my sack is bulging with grose network profit
It's time I recouped rotten fruit of my loins
With everyone abusing till mouldy then bruising
The formula is already there to be sold
With influences waining and ripe at my choosing
The youth is no good to me when it gets old.

Frazer King - Old Man From London (Working Towards The Fuhrer EP)

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Pea Factory

If you dare to dream then entertain the lie
That one day you'll be happy just to float in the abyss
Thats all life is...
We're all just occupying space in time

Peace of mind
Is for people who don't realise they're as small as a pea in a pea factory
With sink in comfy couches with a remote to control any anxiety
You nearly had me sold
Whatever you touch turns to lead
So I'd best wade through this swamp of gold
Before you raise your head

A faceless man I know so well
Sits on my chest stares men right in the eye
When I'm asleep in bed
He perches there and I don't know why

I want to scream, I try to cry
But my lips do not move
When I go blind, there's no God to appease me
No peas to please with their piece of mind

A giggle can be the cruelist thing to hear
Bitter cackle knife stab through the ear
But I'm sill holding out
I'll remain devout
For as long as my list of options shall remain void
I'm paranoid

Then came viaduct kitsch, daubed swastika scribble
Rebel without the caustic dribble
A litter full of cats, a caveful of bats
An arrangement of hats, decanter caused a flood
Earth cake mud with trees for candles
Give away it's age and are felled with a thud
Poison ivy dressed as a handshake and a smile
Have a nice day!

Well I'm trying, but my weed killing instinct always seems to send me blooming into
Substance over style

Frazer King - Pea Factory (Working Towards The Fuhrer EP) - contact blowoutmusic@gmail.com

Sail a Boat

We sailed on a boat overseas, to bring people to their knees 
And make our country proud
On Zulu plains, we spat upon foreign names,
Where plain Drummer Hodge was slain, the battle snare still sounds
And we raise our caps, to the Queen and the Diplomats,
We never doubt the facts, bound by duties deeds
And we make no qualms, with the Church of England psalms,
There's never blood on our palms, only dirty nails
We sailed ona boat overseas, to bring people to their knees,
And make our country proud...

When we step out of our door
We always try to help the poor
We offer them our cultured laws
And pray they follow the rules
But if they happen to decline
The foolish mark of savage swine
We lock them up to give them time
To pray and follow the rules

Throughout forever, repeats come free
A storm will always break a tree
For ten more to rise and take it's place
The seed that conquers has no face
But as sure as the wind, the king's throne is never empty
And until that day, there will never be plenty
Because the foolish temperament of charity is sure
To take from the poor and give to the poor

Long live the King!
Kneel and kiss (mwah) his ring
Singing "Long Live the King!"

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