don't have a house doesn't mean i have no home, there's a burning mattress on the street and if i don't sleep it'll keep me warm, sparkles with broken glass every eyelid sends a wink. id rather stay out of your house or else i'll vomit in the kitchen sink. i'm a decent man, an honest man, dirty tricks have turned to dust i cant flick through a pack of cards no more cause my fingers have began to rust. salve salve maris stella, listen up kid cause im marvellous fella. the streets they used to be just like me staying up drinking till long past three, we used to sing the words to candle in the wind and they'd hold back my hair and hand me a gin, but the streets grew up and i just grew old but my name came up in any story they told.  a tremendous terror! a statuesque shit, a burdened old bastard! they swear and they spit. god knows… i'm not a man of mystery. i'm a man for whiskey for ancient history. i'm sorry if i waste anybody's precious time, i'm just a man with some stories a pot belly and some rhymes. listen to the infancy of art and machinery. settle down and listen up because i won't be repeating it.  old stories aint for the faint of heart and they aint for the self proclaimed man of art they aint for the black sheep or the flock they're just for the folk who take the time to stop. i tell the truth and it aint amusing but i gotta be honest the booze was my muse then. there's a chance that i'll get these stories shook up but i'll try my best i hope that's enough, so listen up now im about to start, no flash photography keep your limbs in the cart. and if you think that i'm lying well hell… friends i really just am not that smart. 

Genius All The Time

baby got to lift your head kiss my neck and spread my legs and pray to god im open armed suited in my sunday best ive got the kraken, ive been to hell and back i guess cut me some slack but wont leave a damsel in distress my tombstone reads just like a bookmakers. but haters gonna hate no matter what you try to say because its all envy, one of seven sins see, dante tried to warn us but we're self obsessed cause its so easy so little lady you been acting lazy, eyes water up because the dry ice aint your thing maybe? and lift your dress enough for me to break a sweat, nothing too appealing but enough to make me appear shady. bite my lip enough for it to make a chip that lingers with me like a fucking battle scar or love trophy that i'll sell to the next highest bidder cause the scars on my mouth they arent for me theyre just for show really. i got my whisky / it burns right through me, sea monster is my housepet and feeding its become my duty the rows of teeth that chomp away like its just human DNA dropping the anchor its a shame ITS SUCH A DAMN SHAME!!!! im locked away at the bottom of the sea until im called upon to slip into mythology and all im asking for some pleasure please. keep me company, keep me company… please. shuffle to my cave tonight and hold the door to be polite and keep it down because i hear they're cracking down on wild delights and thats ok they got the right, but peel your eyes for bar fights and while there's a plenty of fish in the sea im scared because of my zinc defficiency it's so easy to act like you don't need me but we all co-dependent and we're drowning in the seven seas, see we didn't see straight, blissfully procreate. davey tried to warn us but we carried on cause we're so greedy so set sail instead of turning frail and your bones wear down to toothpicks and you hold a man like reading braille sharpen your spurs enough / make sure you make it hurt / swim in the river and drown in the ocean im locked away at the bottom of the sea until im called upon to slip into mythology
and all im asking for some pleasure please. keep me company, keep me company… please.
swim
they cut me down. i walked the plank but they heard no sound. no siree im far too proud. to die a coward's death and drown. they cut my crown but i lived and since ive become renown for drawing that evil frown upon the faces of those pirate clowns they made it easy, they thought that i was scared of the sea see and i can only apologise for making my lady feel so queazy and i turned into quick. a sea monster, a giant squid and flailed my giant arms into the deck because that's how the kill be. they tried to stop me, with cannon balls and random debris, but they'd lost their banshee cause their resting place no cemetery i meant no harm but i left with an unrequited charm,  and a victory under every arm cause im what lingers in the deep dark sea... she sells sea shells on the sea shore, occupations such a mouthful but its the mouth that got me back for more see id do anything to keep that lovely lady safe wait a hundred years in a deep damp cave and kill any motherfucker who believes theyre 'brave'. im locked away at the bottom of the sea until im called upon to slip into mythology and all im asking for some pleasure please. keep me company, keep me company… please

What Dwells In The Deep

The Empty Village

Trainspotter's Son

its such an ugly town full of beaten faces and pursed lips. 

molly's such a lovely lass with notches on her bedposts and hips. tommy was a charming man with a wallet bulging out his chest. hoped he was in the right because he didn't have anything left. charlie's such a greedy man a balding man with a cigarette kiss. he's got his honeys dirty money fingerprints on a list. he's not a drinker clear thinker, so he just sits at his desk. tom didnt mind that his wife hates him, tended to forget he had kids. molly will say anything to get a sterling; fuck or love. she'd ask '"my darling do you want the girlfriend experience?" tom stuttered to this slut he hated her but he needs her so much. the pressure building at the plant and he just wants to be touched.  she lit his cigarette she always does cause it builds up the trust and tommy calmed himself and found his morals crumbling to dust. 

he stumbled solemnly to places selling scotch for a cent and shook the hand of every businessman in the whole damn place. he told his boss 'fuck yourself' and  then happily quit his job and told his wife 'i'm for the underworld. i really can't afford to love.' and it made her sob, but tom thinks that he's on top. "if we're still breathing we're still living" he said to us right before he dropped

so charlie,--- after seeing the effect that molly had took her by the wrist and took her downstairs and put her in the nearest cab. 'take her to the city, because i'd love to make a grand'. then through the alleys, dogs are barking cause of a disturbing sound. see tommy, ---he'd only just then heard the news. the apple in his eden was no longer his there to be chewed. so tom did what he did before and drank himself down to the floor and laid his hat with hungry rats and lived where he could find the warm.

i wish that i was joking, in this world we know there's no king
its hard for a man of nothing, it's more than i can stand.   

charlie weren't a gambling man no time for scams but full of anger, mistrusting everyone he nips the bud of any danger and when he saw the sores that molly left on poor poor tom he realised the better act was to create thorn with a .44 now i don't mean to tell no tales and i don't want to tell no gangster stories, murder is a wicked game that ticks off names for purgatory and when it's said and done who needs redemption when you have a gun it's a spinning world that smells like dark rum that'll wake you up sore deaf blind and dumb

run little tommy run don't let him catch up bad wolf jack's smacked fee fi fo fum. light a fire here there make a newspaper bed anywhere to rest your head, huh? light a cigarette. keep running don't stop, jog when you first drop back snaps walk fast till your pavement feels soft. its a tough life i know right, fight flight respite teeth out grin bite blood from his left eye and his gut feels a dull knife, there stands a low life corner of his mouth theres a smile it's a low light, hell it's a good life heaven it's a dark night. all feels good and it all feels so right. listen to me friends cause the suns gonna turn light. pushed in a corner, tommy's a brawler charlie's on the floor it's safe to say he's a goner. there's a burn in his throat cause tommy went through his coat now he's found all the wives and the mollies in the bottle. his feet have got so used to the pavement there's a blatant radiant vibe to this vagrant. he's a magical man who knows the streets like his hands like a wizard with a wand singing alakazam,
he runs down the road quick and glides down the roof slick the city is his home and he's just like the buildings. soon a new myth and the folk don't believe it tommy gets a rose at his bed posthumous. and as soon as the dogs all forget the rumours tom's name will be something we shall keep between us. so put it in your pocket and wrap it up cause im outta breath and you're outta luck.   

The Inconveniences Of Following A Handsome Girl In The Streets At Night

Sneak preview of an upcoming song about SCIENCE!!!!

War of Currents [PREVIEW]

 i know im not a bad man but really thats what bothers me. i know im not rich man with a lakeside property with rings on every finger and money in my wallet see thats not what i wanted but it's what i need probably. i like looking at all the pretty girls with their lips all chipped and the freckles on their hips and the shadow eyes watching me it couldn't be? that i gone and settled down with a pretty little girl in a pretty little town. 

now im awake all night, can hear the springs in the next room, blissfully colliding, lock and loading till the dawn boom. mountainous exciting, got a whole lot riding and the memories from last night start to blur  into the full moon. watercolour bleeding sweaty heads and sweaty hands reaching for hair the elevator's going up just for the nice view and look at you, with your tongues all tied. the prima-donnas with broken nails all full of booze because of last night. 

everything is trouble, it's alright.
it's no use making your knuckles white, boy
cause everything is trouble, it's alright
… don't set the world alight

am i a mad man in iron clad with my armour wrapped too tight? or am i just another schmuck and everyones sick of the sight, am i a dirty old dog whose just in love with the fight? or maybe i'm the king of it. yeah right. can i borrow a feeling? hell, it's even got my face! it's such god dang shame she needed god dang space. and floozies with tattoos all full of booze that don't mean shit, and skirts hitched up to show the arses of the young chicks. it's not for me - i got to gracefully decline, i just wanna find a boring girl to be my boring bride. hell i know im not a good man and really that's what bothers me forever i'm a bastard and she's right there in front of me

everything is trouble, it's alright.
it's no use making your knuckles white, boy
cause everything is trouble, it's alright
… don't set the world alight

i hope i don't lose my temper over all the little things, because i used to watch her drown because she loves it when i sing. and the venice of the north was never looking out for me; got canals in it's veins that run right back to the sea. now im a shambles of a man with crooked teeth and bruised cheeks, with spanish boots skipping down the street in the city of thieves. i'll keep my fingernails cut and my hair pushed right back. i won't get black out drunk, wont push snooze wont relapse. everyday in every way i'll be rebuilding my self. i'll put the shambles of the man back nice and tidy on the shelf.  i know i'm not a bad man and i guess that's what comforts me cause every gentleman enjoys a little monstrosity. 

Don't Set The World Alight

My name is George Morris but the crowd calls me Quasimodo. I am a rapper from Canterbury. I sing diddies about dirty people and dirty buildings and nobody can tell what I'm saying anyway.


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