October is the cruellest month
For us with little mass.
I have been turned away from bars and clubs
On more than one occasion.
The black jacket and hi vis badge 
Seem to imbue the wearer with a special kind of intelligence.
He knows the body.
He knows the body.
So why can't I?
So why can't I?
So why can't I?
Clad in black apron, matching cap
And rain cloud polo shirt 
Turn away this two ton teenager.
Turn away this two ton teenager.
Turn away this two ton teenager.

It'll soon be boyfriend weather.
Its a bit pearl harbour out there.
It'll soon be boyfriend weather.
Winter alone is their greatest fear.

One need not the sophists tongue
To prove she's had enough.
A sense of smell is adequate 
Or a discerning eye.
Actually.
Any eye,
Any eye will do
Slit wide old young green brown ugly blue
Any eye
Any I.
So why cant they?
So why cant they?
So why cant they?

It'll soon be boyfriend weather.
Its a bit pearl harbour out there.
It'll soon be boyfriend weather.
Winter alone is their greatest fear.

I am become the slow death.
I am become the double heart bypass.
I am become the clogged arteries.
I am become the low self esteem.

You've got to get yourself up.
(Its boyfriend weather)
You've got to give it everything.

Boyfriend Weather

There was a boy
Fifteen
He lives in the flat above my work.
He scampers barefoot
In the courtyard
Where rats abound.

I made a request a bet
With William Hill
I explained the circumstances 
At great length 
And asked
What price would you give me
On the boy getting Weil's Disease?

To my surprise 
They took my wager
And at a price of seven to one
I couldn't be happier.
I bet one hundred pounds.
And at that moment
One of said rats darted past my feet.
I kicked it against the brick wall
And broke its spine.

Its a type of leprosy.
Its a job for Jesus Christ.
Its a type of leprosy.
Its a job for Jesus Christ.

I swore
Not to let the poor rats death be in vain
So i took its tiny body
And that night i crept into the upstairs flat.
I found the boy
Asleep in his bed,
Gently placed the rats body
Beneath his pillow 
And left the way i came.

Its a type of leprosy.
Its a job for Jesus Christ.
Its a type of leprosy.
Its a job for Jesus Christ.

And they say you never beat the bookies.

Weil's Disease

Trust 
Is an interesting human phenomenon.
People who dont use contactless payment
Should be shot.
They are straw dogs to me
They are straw dogs to me.
Words from lively lips
Heal not dead ears
Rather they drop as rain
On fallen leaves
And breed only brown sludge
From what is dead.

I have a friend
Who is passionate about punctuality.
I told him that it is time wasted.
Time is straw dog to us.
Time is a straw dog to us.
However 
Words from lazarus tongues
Buried just last week 
In windpipes
Lack the sharpness
To peel thick skulls.

I know servitude
I have experienced servitude
And from my experiences
I know it is life wasted.
Lives are just straw dogs to them.
Lives are just straw dogs to them.
The fire flickering
In workmens guts
Lacks the heat to hurt
Neon idols.


Chorus/

There is nothing worth a visit
While you have empty hands.
Return to solitude
With serpent and eagle too.
You're searching frantically
Around the place
For something that you already have
You're searching frantically 
Around the place
And the only way is downward.

Straw Dogs

Yurodivy

Metamorphosis

My Wife

Parapets

Old Transmissions

if you wanna be a grown up
learn to use cutlery
cos theres nothing less attractive
than a man spoon fed aged 43

if you wanna be a camel
invest some time in oesteopathy
cos theres nowt more useless
than a camel with arthritic knees

if you wanna be a lion
make sure ladies get equal pay
cos you stand here outnumbered
by 10,000 points of view

if you wanna be a child
remember to provide a ball
dont clim the neighbours fence
cos you will fall
oh you will fall

You Will Fall

it manifests in dreams
images and memories
some are obscene
others are quite pleasant to me

a transluscent screen
like a jellyfishes body
scraps of undigested food
floating all around it

i saw a pigeons corpse
on the footpath yesterday
i hope the man
who cleans it up
gets at least
a farmers pay

i took the body home
and buried it in my garden
laid some flowers
on the grave
and wrote a eulogy

my dog wandered in
seems hes dug it up again
he lays it proudly
at my feet
and i carry it to the bin

my cat claws 
at the bin
lazarus was not a pigeon
i demand a wage rise
for street cleaners
nationwide X2

Lazarus The Pigeon

(verse)

laid upstairs
with my aunt leonie
waiting for francoise to call
or out on the plough
with my friend levin
peasants shooting snipe out of the sky 
so they fall

(chorus)

Eyes go without instead of within
and then they close
striving in vain
for everything
but it is fine
stubbing your toes
cant see in the dark
they're broke again
tonguing the stumps
where teeth used to be
before the tax

(verse)

you know its out there
and its waiting for you
beyond the shining of this
bubbled exterior
you know its out there
its waiting for you
the paths you walk
will get you there
although you might feel lost and scared
you know its out there
and its waiting for you

(chorus)

(outro)

so here we are again
sleeping dreams of literature
just me and my friends
we must
let them
know.

Dreams Of Literature

Outside the steps
of the old town hall
you see the tiny empires
as they rise and they fall
I met the ape
of the higher man
his front 2 teeth
clutched, bloody in his hand
i think he wants to know
where you got your clothes
but his dialect is far from clear.
In an act of frustration
spits blood on the walls
and tries to get his point 
across in finger painting
when that fails too
hes shouting and balling
an ape of a man 
but at least hes honest
hes an ape of a man
but at least hes honest.

(chorus)

Open all the boxes
And close the doors
you must turn out all the lights
to hide your Lord X2

(verse)

Outside the steps
of the old town hall
you see the tiny empires
as they rise and they fall
oh i met my double
and he smiled at me
never ever have i been
so repelled
i think he wants to know
what book im reading
but the language hes using 
is so outdated
not an ape 
and so dishonest
he is not an ape
and so dishonest
he is not an ape 
and so dishonest

(bridge)

better to 
fall in love with an ape
then wake up
next to your double X2

(chorus)

Open All The Boxes

(verse)

Oh it makes me sad to think
That we were the last generation of kids
To regularly step
In dog shit.

(chorus)

Messing around
scraped knees on the ground
hey boys
keep the noise down now
you're taking too long
just pick a song
there arent that many there
to choose from
put it back in the case
dont let it go to waste
it'll get scratched 
and you wont here that song again
you're only allowed to
throw bouncers down
for one ball
out of every over.

(verse)

At my grandmas front door
a sharp inhale of breath
through the nostrils
a dishevelled look
and a footwear check

Dogshit Was A Cultural Phenomenon

Intro

Visions (demo)

rough arse improvised song i recorded on me phone after a few beers:

something dripping from the headboard
of an original 19th century mahogany
four poster bed.
a gargling sound coming up from inside the mattress.
i once read about a community in america
full of retirees
which has a much higher rate of std's 
than average.
sniffing locks of hair.
red stripe in cans.
taking quite a fair amount of time
about nothing is very important
i got told by an article on the internet
so it must be right at least a bit
at least thats what i assumed when i read it.
i saw a documentary too
where a lady said Flaubert 
was a pervert but i thought
Madame Bovary was good
regardless of what she said.
I knew a man once who really was a pervert.
he carried out the heinous crime
of perverting our factory line.
it was one of the most sickening things
a man can witness.
he once proclaimed to me to be
the demon coffin wrapper
when we worked together 
at the funeral manufacturer. 
The small underbelly is fulll
of malformed city potatoes
too misshapen and small
to be sold in tescos.
without incurring the wrath of the pirates 
the food standards agency
the food standards agency.
even christmas trees are dangerous
to small animals paws
i remember one year 
we had to take the cat to the vet
a fir needle lodged in between
the pads of his paws.
whirl up you nasty pines
swirl up you cruel pines
and inbed in the arms and the legs
of the animals.

Pikey the Demon(d) (DEMO)

song i did with lyrics written by my m8 addy

City (demo)

Ezekiel (demo)

I Will Carry You (demo)

lyrics

three young boys picking on another
and god saw it was good.
a middle aged man half dead in an alley
and god saw it was good.
an elderly man spitting at the cats
and god saw it was good.
a body turned to ash in a wooden coffin
and god saw it was good.

(chorus)
everything adds up to nothing
when you spend time 
coming to the conclusion of thought
and you notice nothings changed
everything adds up to nothing
when you spend time
thinking about it
and you realise nothings changed.

big fat tits on instagram
and god saw it was good
swollen lips hang limp to the jawline
and god saw it was good
needles in the veins fill up the meat
and god saw it was good
free will spent however you want to
and god saw it was good

(chorus)

Everything Adds Up To Nothing

Thinking

lyrics

theres a toxic place that im happy to say
ive never been to though i know the way.
windows covered up with thick black tape
people never seen coming during the day.
a camera on the wall above points down
to any who attempt to enter through the door.

(chorus)
tantalus there is picking his nose.
prometheus sits smoking 
while his liver regrows.
and sisyphus is slouched on a sofa
taking refuge from the stone.

a room full of men tortured by the gods
the inhabitants here are covered in pock marks.
each suffers with trench foot from the water
which bubbles through the carpet
and it rises hour by hour
its hardly respite for the men in question
if anything it teaches them a darker lesson

(chorus)

Tantalus

lyrics

i worked with a meaty old man
who lived in cranny
who i heard was able 
to shoot a rat in tesco.
i think thats an achievement 
to the farmers who perceived him
as a sheriff of some sort
protecting their precious land.
keeping foreign deer out
who come here to watton
to take council houses
and fuck all our women.
fifteen fawns to a single bedroom
but the landlord is furious
when stag cannot pay his rent

(chorus)
people are people too
regardless of the things 
that they choose to do.
people are people too
the will in others
is the same that is in you.

once again
they call him in
hell bent on carcasses
deer rowe or red
not for cash not for pleasure.
no instead a duty to the state
he saw himself an overseer
in kafka's penal colony
and worships his machine.
foxes too would test his eye
turns his gun to illegal canines
coming in over fences
to sponge off our NHS.
stealing all our drugs
for the cubs that are dying
foxes need the bullet more
than the house stealing deer
than the house stealing deer.

(chorus)

worst of all the rabbits 
come and breed at such a pace
bringing over funny customs
live in holes you never see their faces.
the funny fucking way they walk
the way they face east to pray
so we should be grateful
like the farmer that our heros here.
the foreign horde is kept at bay
by this yorkshire don quixote
and the farmers wives 
can sleep at night thanks to him.
the foreign horde is kept at bay
by this yorkshire don quixote
and the farmers wives can sleep
happy that the innocent are slain.

(chorus)

People Are People Too

MATTHEW HOPPER FROM SCHOOL

See also
https://soundcloud.com/evilgary
https://soundcloud.com/thefraybentos
https://soundcloud.com/user-682787565

other songs ive done with other people

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