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Read (Discography): Coatings

Ambulance Chasers

Ever creeping and climbing
The dogs keep on griming
F——ing and sliming
No sense of timing
Anytime is all right
For what they've got in mind
Watch the front
Watch your behind
When they come
Arse sniffing
Wanting to kiss and make up
So terribly cut up
Oh, so terribly cut up
Oh, so terribly cut up

A Serious Of Snakes

It looks serious, is that a paper I see in your hand?
Then a pause for a German phrase: "Nie wieder nie wieder, nie wieder nie wieder"
Never again, none of your lip, y'tulip
Y'tulip, y'pea-brained earwig, y'punk, y'silver-tongued shnake
I'd rather make furniture than go to midnight mass

Y'tulip, y'pea-brained earwig
Y'punk, y'silver-tongued shnake

He's a genius in research, I simply fell in love, I've got your ZIP code?
Overthere USA, green-turbaned angels annex the right bank
Baby, in a shambolic sideshow they abandoned the baby
The baby trained, baby returns, baby kills Mary and Joseph

Talk about laughing, I might have defeated cancer, or so they say
Electrocuted, I was transformed into a foot soldier of the good general
Passionate for knights in the heart of ancient Persia, fearless to go forth
Fearless to adapt, then blow to pieces

Please send your God my very best wishes. Does He still sing?
Does He still fish? Does He still help you on your days off?
Don't stopping that dripping, I prefer the old tortures
It's only when you stop that I feel it

When you lose the ship, it's like losing a part of you
I have a sense of my exposure, it's all on the neg.
I try to use 2 instead of 3, ah, but I have secrets
And there's a story in me, it starts

Dot dot dot dot dot dot


Chain-link route ways
Digital time base
New hours for these days
New files engaged
Strangeness detectors
Collage charmers
Magnetic behaviour
Quarks and order

When it's cold, I feel cold
When it's hot, I feel ambitious
Fit for a princess
Hot on the heels of an angel
Are you hot? Are you hot?
Are you hot? Are you hot?
Are you hot? Are you hot?
I feel ambitious

The ideal copy is the same
The ideal copy has your name
When you can't, it makes you can
When you aren't, it makes you am

The ideal copy is what you want
When you won't, it makes you will
The ideal copy makes you happy
The ideal copy


Madman's Honey

A grand mute proof at Nemrt Dag
That man's as mad as a hatter

How does it feel when it's revealed?
You've reached the living end

Master cut the stone out
My name is Lubert Das
Abandoned now as the grass grows out
Of the head and groin of the dome

How does it feel with one turn of the wheel?
You reach the living end

Master cut the stone out
My name is Lubert DAs
A far-u ranch at Ufra Charin
Fish ponds and a madman's honey

How does it feel, is it hard to conceal?
When you reach the living end

Kidney Bingos

Natural splits sunburn jets pride marks smart bets
Strikers luck pitch backs heap tips pit slacks
Dressed pints demon shrinks bread drunk dead drinks
Stretch clubs models box draw skin black shocks

Money spines paper lung kidney bingos organ fun

Flag stunt rock stone dole axe crash dive
Breath thrift take speed double take weekends
Skull row drugs hall colour bars sex calls
Sparkle finds rented rings pretty things clipped wings

Gold street spy fleet scandal food poor treat
Fire run club gun rule mob burn some
Bomb time pop crime stock frame steady climb
Fresh name donor game fair meat all the same

It's A Boy

Hook fear lashing
Spit-gas sinking
Tired reflections
In a broken eye

You're a strange one
Are there any more like you?
You're a rare one
I want one too

Head collectors
Private view
Flood damaged
In a baby plague

Effete means funny dreams
Offence on refusal
Look out Dr. Up
It's a boy as usual

German Shepherds

I saw three dogs flying/f——ing, there was a man on the end
Squaring the circle and studying zen
I saw a drunk old lady pissing in a bin
It was far too high, she couldn't stop
The man with the photograph failed to appear
In that kind of rain where an umbrella's no use
The bird lay bleeding, I couldn't break its neck
I get anonymous phone bills from a pope I've never met

Don't start me off
It's beginning, to, and back again
Don't start me off

Right now, there's a man who could take advantage
I wouldn't like to spend an hour locked inside him
He always had an eye for it, we all threw a shoe
Nicely underlined, our table turned again

Boiling Boy

Gifts of the west winds
Dark and deep
In secret sunsets
Places creep

Lock up your hats
Lock up your hats

Progress with a vision
To practice with at home
A schism with an ism
To practice with at home
A collision with decision
To practice with at home

He transferred his soul
To his imagination
His atoms were excited
And he glowed in the dark
The boiling boy
Was a picture of confusion
But he had the advantage
Of a cold start heart


Are you level? How's your trim?
Do you rotate, eddy, or spin?
Are you game? What's your trick?
Do you vibrate, bounce, or tick?
What's your cut? Are you correct?
Do you detour, bend, or stretch?

We're milling through the grinder, grinding through the mill
If this is not an exercise, could it be a drill?

How's it with you? What's your form?
Your outline, shape, or form
How's your price? What do you cost?
Your value, profit, or loss
How's your skull? Does it fit?
Is your mind free, empty, or split?

Drill drill drill
Dugga dugga dugga

In Vivo (Club Mix)

In vitrio in vivo
The revolution's begun
In vitrio in vivo

Who Has Nine?

Shocked, hooked by burial, sedated ethics
Work some ethics, champagne to inject
Mascara ha-ha's make up memorials
Retouched pictorials, (it's) a cover-up job

View of the park
Up in lights
Scared of the dark

Wig-wearers' clinic, sold out and stalling
The face-lift is falling as the curtain comes down
Has-been revivals with co-star attractions
Knee-jerk reactions, the bouquet is taken/accepted

View of the park
Up in time
Safe in the dark

The sleeping partners were just like brothers
Different mothers without a father in sight
Sing song torture, preview distress
Subhuman empress, dead sea calm

Up and tied
Blow on a spark
Up and tied
(Who's) Scared of the dark

Up in lights
View of the park
Up in lights
Afraid of the dark

It Can't Be True, Can It?

It can't be true, can it?
It can't be true, can it?

Pilots and shiftless, cash dedication
Self-service principles for every occasion
Eating on cards, cheating on tables
Restlessly picking the pockets of angels
The man on the TV said he knew me
And the voice on the radio said it loved me

It can't be true, can't be true, can't be true, can it?
It can't be truth, can't be true, can't be true, can it?

Barroom warriors work up a thirst
The war cry demands a natural thirst
The girl in the advert said she wanted me
And the man with the money said it's easy

Every man for himself, you're on your own
The time is up, you're cover is blown
The man on the TV said he loved me
And the voice on the radio said it knew me
And the girl in the advert said it's easy
And the man with the money said he wants me

Gravity Worship

The sustained belief
In manpowered flight
Draws an eager crowd
I decided to launch
But without wings
It's a divine and helpless spin

Gravity dictates
And worship defines

The time to plan
He's the holy ghost
The streets are clipper
Follow their prompt

Last ditch dieters
Reach for their chairs
Empty white-fisted
Bumbling rushers
Diving in baskets
They bury their treasure
The journey's curtailed
You've got to meet the horizon

Gravity dictates
But worship defines
Gravity dictates
But worship defines

The journey's curtailed
You've got to meet the horizon
It's not in the brochure
The perspective has frozen