I'm on an art trip I'm on a guilt trip I'm despised
515 beards coming at me through the skies
They have to kill to prove themselves
I have the will to do it myself
Spite's the only thing keeping me alive

Disgusted I'm crushed in I'm on my knees
If the boredom doesn't kill me it'll be the corporate greed
Priests pervert all the good we have
Marketing executives are just as bad
Scorn it all for the library
The endless shouting tomorrows

Baby talk social laws sensationalist lives
Wherever there's a glimmer of hope we'll soon see idiot eyes
Phoniness I can't deal with it
Love and Light - it's so counterfeit
The endless shouting tomorrows

The Endless Shouting Tomorrows

Call me John I'm dying of shame
Self respect is a hideous game
A lonelier worm you couldn't find
Severed in two but still alive
I write my diary in the hand of a girl
The arrogant, innocent headstrong Jill
She's fond of books and the British Museum
She doesn't take cues from you, me or them

Oh! Jill are you really there
Take no heed of my distracted stare
It all began as a trivial lie
When you brought me back from the edge of life
Oh! Jill are you really there
I think my head's up in the air
It's not my aim to trivialise
But you brought me back from the edge

A savage hope, a secret smirk
My room mate found my peculiar words
He's only gone and fallen in love with her
Chuck another coal on Christopher
No feeling can live too long
In this well of seclusion
Who's that raving at my chamber door
It's Jack and Jill forever more

Oh! Jill are you really there
Take no heed of my distracted stare
It all began as a hideous lie
When you pulled me back from the edge of life
Oh! Jill are you really there
I think my spirit's beyond repair
I've locked my cell from the inside
Come and see me Jill whenever you like

Jill (Single) ADVANCE LISTENING

Jill

Got so many filters on
My face looks barely human
Bathroom mirror sex attire
For the validation I require
Kissing boyfriend on a beach
Bikini arsed - turgid peach
A perfect life is a perfect sham
We all know this from Instagram
But after all it's worse than that
I've just become a TikTok twat

"When in Rome..."
I'm not in Rome you idiot
I'm in a carpark all alone in Rusholme
Tragic attempts to be amusing
Represent my self-abusing
Every day I grow bizarre
I'm gonna be a viral star
Of a biometric data hunt
Run by the Chinese government
Yeah dancing for an autocrat
I've just become a TikTok twat
Shudder as I realise
Where I am and how I arrived

The rocket was about to crash
But Elon needed a slash
Don't worry said the airhostess man
Affix this bicycle helmet while you can
And you will yet live another day
We surely won't miss that towering runway
The best way to become a Tory is to read and get rich

All the cute bands get it right
Stay online, stay on side
Words must surely not include
Obscenities - well fuck you
Your modesty is a work of fiction
Please accept this malediction
Starved, too hot, too ill, too tired
Best part-timers I’ve acquired
I'm out of this world you're not wrong
I'm clearly from Olympus Mons
My silly japes all fall flat
I'm just another TikTok twat

TikTok Twat

I'm an Outdoors Man
On Mulfra Hill the world's my view
There is no town to drag me down
Around the nooks and brooks I roam
Ascending thoughts away from home
I'm an Outdoors Man

Rain rain on me
Hail hit on me
Sun beat me
Freeze me snow

Stroll as I please beneath the trees
And rocks like study giants' knees
Below me away scree falling
The crags in the distance call me
And who could not but give a damn
About bluff and beck and rigg and tarn
The insects on my face do me no harm
The city walls have lost their call
The music of the earth is all
The music that I need or bleed
The birds, the bats, the wind, the sea
How many gates have felt my weight
With them I need not hesitate
The rainbow's ends become my friends
With them I don't have to pretend
And who could not but give a damn
About bluff and beck and rigg and tarn

I will always be an Outdoors Man
I'm an Outdoors Man

Outdoors Man (Out 28th June)

Outdoors Man

I don't ever want a proper job
I'm insecure but I cover it up
Read books and poetry
I'm lonely

Windmill arms, smacking my ass
Dancing round and having a laugh
Modesty is too easy
I'm lovely

That's why I'm a ponce

I'm broken but never bent
Attract the scorn of real men
Poverty is killing me
Slowly

That's why I'm a ponce

More blouses than your Auntie Sheila
More flowers than your friend Georgina
More potions than a witch teenager
More make-up than your old French teacher
More spinning than a ballerina
More laughing like a pissed Hyena
More shagging than a spy deceiver
That's why I'm a ponce

It's dandy to live like this
But not as easy as it seems
Takes application to take the piss
To follow cacoethe

That's why I'm a ponce
That's why I'm a PERFUMED PONCE

---
Recorded at Futureworks by Paul Morrice
Mastered by Mark Corrin

That's Why I'm a Ponce

I'm digging a hole dirt in my shoes
In a world of shadows I've ran out of booze
I'm digging a hole digging a grave
Scratching out the soil with the crap they never gave

And the world will never see me ever again
Unless my bones are dug up in a thousand years
All the antiquarians will kneel and pray
As my skull grins back from ear to ear
Dead dead dead still digging

What are you doing my pretty one
Can you fill the hole when the digging's done?
Can't blame her running I understand
No one digs digging with a dying man

Nobody will remember my epitaph
Unless my bones are dug up in another age
All the antiquarians will kneel and laugh
As my skull grins back in a silly way
Dead dead dead still digging

I've relinquished my dreams I've laid them aside
The glamour and the horror the wind and the strife
Are you better off in Yemen with a will to survive
Or living at The Dorchester desperate to die?
Dead dead dead still digging

---
Recorded at Futureworks by Paul Morrice
Mastered by Mark Corrin

Dead Dead Dead Still Digging

You're just another easy-going phoney
Projecting your dreams onto mine
That Library of Babel Facebook shit
Contains every truth every lie
Cruelty is the law pervading all nature and society
It doesn't help you yuppies teaching your kids that
Happiness is money and greed
You're pissing superfluous

As more plastic's chucked in the sea
Plastic people mince by
Romantically fucked beneath the Eiffel Tower
On a Tuesday night
The silence of infinite spaces
So dark so soft so odd
The streets are strewn with body parts
For some cunt of a God
He's pissing superfluous

Eking a living of loneliness
Puzzled by the cold inside
I'm dying my death in the darkness here - my suicide
Scraping the ground where the barrel was
Laughing where dogs go mad
Oblivion claims even stones and names
It'd be funny if it wasn't so sad
I'm pissing superfluous

Necking moonshine made with the yeast from an old pair of underpants
Snorting lines of powdered Lemsip
A member of the public grovelling publicly to Meghan Markle
I sold my shadow to a man in grey
He was the patron saint of all atheists
Who are the newsagents always on the phone to anyway
They're pissing superfluous

Pissing Superfluous

Granddad enraged by handsome rebuke
And I hide in a box, carried to sea
Virulent fumes poisoning me
Everybody gets whacked - mutiny
It's never this bad at the BBC
The health of the nation is bothering me
NHS provider transparency
Raworth, Keunssberg, Chakrabati
All paid for by the license fee

We watch
We stay
We yawn
Away

Skeletal face grinning at me
Difficult interviewee
Drink his blood: code of the sea
Keep myself alive for another week
Great bog roll tragedy
New death toll 703
Stick together separately
My bunghole needs TP

THE NARRATIVE OF HUGH GORDON PYM
I'm saying this with emphasis
We couldn't do without Hugh Gordon Pym

Zoom in on face when about to cry
Sea cucumbers: plenty
Testing kits: not many
People gravitate away from me
One thing's happening normally
Skegness Beach, Southend-on-Sea
Great British Public idiocy
One rule for them, another for me
Laughing as they kill the elderly

Drifting towards a cataract
Dominic Cummings acts like a twat
I think I'm coming down with a very dry cough
There's a grim white figure ripping me off

THE NARRATIVE OF HUGH GORDON PYM
End the privatisation of health and social care
We can't live in these choked towns, we can only be buried here
In this foul year of Our Lord 2020
Hugh Pym, BBC News, Manchester - Back to the studio!
THE NARRATIVE OF HUGH GORDON PYM

The Narrative Of Hugh Gordon Pym

Assignation we say we'll meet up
I've a methodical grasp of my clock
But exceptions can occasionally be made
I thought I felt a frisson of surprise
You weren't supposed to be on time

I couldn't comprehend what I saw
I'd just assumed your timekeeping was poor
I will never underestimate Billy Idol again
I thought I felt a frisson of surprise
You weren't supposed to be on time

The lesson we've learnt is entirely absurd
Hypothetical truth of the mocking word
I thought I felt a frisson of surprise
You weren't supposed to be on time

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New single OUTDOORS MAN out Wed 28th June, an off-the-wall prog-post-punk paean to the great stones and valleys of England

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