- 01 - Practice Makes Perfect
Practice makes perfect, yes I can prove it
Business or pleasure, the more that you do it
Please dress in your best things, this course was unplanned
'Cos you see up in my bedroom I've got Sarah Bernhardt's hand
Practice makes perfect, I've done this before
Never for money, always for love
- 02 - So And Slow It Grows
Slow so slow and so it grows
Slow and slow and so it grows
Slow so slow and so it grows
Slow and slow and so it grows
It's just for now, it's just for now
Even if you're captivating
It's just for now, it's just for now
- 02 - The Finest Drops
The island monkeys love the dark
No one is home, they're thin-skinned sharks
Hue exchanging gives sea-leg walks
No one is home, the chemicals talk
Load up the spoiled goods
Hook up the spoiled gods
Fill up the kindness cups
- 02 - Two People in a Room
Two people in a room
Facial movements betray
A private display
Of nervous disorder
And mutual torture
Two people in a room
Bloody image is conjured
- 03 - Being Watched
You're a voyeur junkie; you're a problem boy
The peeping Toms regard you as their toy
The keyboard cowboys have stolen your voice
You'd like to give it up but you haven't got a choice
You've got a morbid fascination and a twisted view
You want big brother to spy on you
The trouble is (and you know it's true)
- 05 - Ticking Mouth
Smiles like bullets, looks that could kill
Don't be caught with a hand in the thrill
Not always a matter of choice
And I hear a ticking in your voice
A numbing cold that weakens the will
A wining way that sweetens the pill
Not always a matter of choice
- 06 - Boiling Boy
Gifts of the west winds
Dark and deep
In secret sunset
Places creep
Lock up your hats
Lock up your hats
- 06 - It Continues
It continues, it continues, in continues to escape me
It's not quite right, the way you're trying to ape me
Observing my movements, trying to place me
I heard you'd laid plans to finally interface me
It's a cheerless thing, that thing you call a heart
That small black thing that's keeping us apart
Don't even think about it, don't you even try to start
- 07 - Being Sucked In Again
A dorsal fin breaks the water
Salted meat a sudden relapse
Inference drawn from every word
Being sucked in again
Feeling numbed from anaesthetised flesh
Avoid disgrace, ideas still fresh
- 07 - Patient Flees
Heartaches are anodised, mid-sentence accusations
Turncoats and cutting throats, agreed at the inception
The never, ever poison, starts with cash injection
Improvise a compromise, cruel credit-card rejections
Premonition, humiliation, inspiration, intoxication
Provocation, subjugation, discrimination, motivation
- 07 - Spent
Experts in paradise—religious extremism
Toxic stimulation—enforced radiation
Fail safe, cut price—quick save, quick fix
Bostik, headfix—speedy guzzle, licks lips
Signal, ratio—whores and Byrons everywhere
Reject, fundraiser—well spent parasite
Cool jerk, widow-work—punk chaser and a tango
Rich lice, avarice, brutalised and mummified
- 08 - Come Back in Two Halves
I catch the word, don't refrain
Oh no it's not the same
In two halves but quickly growing whole
It's not the past again
In double figures for the first time
Oh no it's not the same
There may be a story to be told
But it's not the past again
- 08 - Over Theirs
Something snapped, over and over
Something snapped, over the horizon
Something burst, over and over
Something burst, just out of sight
Like a rope on the border, over and over
Like a damn on the boundary, just out of sight
Over and over, just below the skyline
- 09 - All Fours
Sensitivity levels, confusion limits
The density of unresolved ideas
In the field of view, energy emits
A fluxus level ride of evolution
Rethinking strategies
Terror forms in liquid slums
Dictators' ships supplied at all costs
- 09 - No Cows on the Ice
Is it true? It's enough for you
Is it true? Or as before
Is it true? You still need more
Is it true? No marks are left
Is it true? Upon the snow
Is it true? No one will know
No cows on the ice
- 10 - Pink Flag
I was sold up the river to the red slave trade
The stores were gathered, the plans were laid
Synchronized watches at 18:05
How many dead or alive in 1955?
The pink flag was screaming, bugle boys sucked and blew
No time for confessions, orders given
Books were cooked on the 4th of the 3rd
- 11 - I Am The Fly
Crawling, over your window, you think I'm confused
I'm waiting for the divergent wasp
To complete my current ruse
You use a plate-glass screen
To protect my chosen target
- 11 - Life In The Manscape
Fun in the manscape
It's coming apart
The soul is for hire
And they've sold the heart
Operate the radar
Hit the switches
Try to find a way to live
Please by the brochure
- 11 - Map Ref. 41N 93W
An unseen ruler defines with geometry
An unrulable expanse of geography
An aerial photographer over-exposed
To the cartologist's 2D images knows
The areas where the water flowed
So petrified, the landscape grows
Straining eyes try to understand
The works, incessantly in hand
- 13 - From The Nursery
So truly jolly, an Xmas dolly
I talk on request, I'm never depressed
I'll wink a good time till someone pokes me
One big blue eye out
So simply heady, a birthday teddy
Punches make me bleat, this bare soul is sweet
Keeping you warm at night till someone rubs me
- 19 - Champs
The race of champions, the pace the pace
The speed the need, the need to seed
The chance to die
Another dead don't cry, another dead don't cry
You've still got speed, you'll maybe bleed
But that's next time
- Down To This
Replaying accidents
Deploying precedents
Before the trial by fire
The evidential weight
The lens that can't create
The signal stretched on wire
Before you know it's
- It's So Obvious
It's so obvious, it's here, it's there
It's not just the colour, it must be more
At least 17+3 score
This is '77, nearly heaven
It's black, white, and pink, just think
There's more to come
Hum hum hum hum
It's so obvious
- On Returning
You'll be sorry when the sun has roasted you to
Lobster red, nothing said
When yellow has turned green to brown, divide by four
Multiply by nine, describe your divisions, anatomical derision
Lobster head and lobster feet
On arriving with a third language
Tucked into your briefcase, next to your toothbrush