Read (Discography): 23 February 2000, Nottingham Social - Recycling Sherwood Forest
Silk Skin Paws
You have nothing to fear
I'm just making enquiries
Dog bone hunting
Gives you back to yourself
Standing before me
The gargoyle turns
Jutting jaws and
The stubble burns
I shift the blame
To the worm in the bottle
I shift the blame
To anyone standing before me
I check-up the once-over
Give yourself an opening
Keep your mouth shut
In the event of an accident
Contact the following
A certain air
An invading smile
Inbreeding seals the flaw
Silk skin paws
Hang by both feet
Embracing the world
Hang the expense
Breugels cut corners
Wring out the senses
I have nothing like it
I've seen nothing like it
40 Versions
I never know which version I'm going to be
I seem to have so many choices open to me
It's not hard to see another unique event
When you miss the beginning and you miss the end
I've got forty versions all dying to get the part
And so with a change of mind comes a change of heart
A total eclipse arrives now and Niagara Falls
No loss of blood yet and no further calls
I never know which version I'm going to be
I get the feeling my mind is deceiving me
In between are where only edges can be seen of the spaces
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
Lowdown
The time is too short but never too long
to reach ahead, to project the image,
which will in time become a concrete dream.
Another cigarette, another day,
from A to B, again avoiding C, D, and E,
'cos E is where you play the blues.
Avoiding a death is to win the game,
to avoid relegation, the big E.
Drowning in the big swim, rising to the surface
The smell of you
That's the lowdown
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
Advantage In Height
A brief Bombay, Colossus encounter
A holy rolling, rhino blessing
Two men in white, an advantage in height
In appearance unique, in action delivers
The light fades, the sun never never sets
A: a double blow, B: an immortal being
A creator lover, a bee-driver
A therez wipe-out, a therez wipeout
He Knows
In the Baron’s Nippon charger
The co-pilot a façade
In attendance tucked inside
Riding shot-gun talking hard was Bard
Though his kingdom was subsiding
Beyond the distant blue horizon
Elbow dancing in a fashion
Dressed in stolen threads of passion
Stardom's kingdom in scripted lies
The green room tango, hip no ties
Walk this way, get a wise guy prize
Foxtrot partners, cannibalise
Not belonging even caring; you embrace the ever-caring
Eyes of he who views unblinking
Who knows what you are thinking
Ignoring oceans crossing borders
Fulfilling arms providing borders
Awaiting sentence and what the word is
For you know who their lord is
We so greedy, with so much need
Of your attention, of all your love
We're hypnotised, with all your love
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
The gaping mouth, a fish-wive's dream
Bound and gagged your labour's saved
The cost minute, the rules are waved
No hand, no step, your labour's in vain
Strange
There's something strange going on tonight
Something going on that's not quite right
Joey's nervous and the lights are bright
There's something going on that's not quite right
There's something going down that wasn't here before
Keep your eyes glued to the floor
No one's gonna save your life
Something strange is going on tonight
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
Another The Letter
Passed to hand, behind the curtain
The letter brings change, now things are uncertain
Hand to hand, the letter moves on
Like a series of shocks, but the contents are known
Oh faint heart, when the letter arrives
You suddenly find things getting life-size
Once the air rang with things unsaid
Now cruel outlines are easily read
Behind the curtain, in the yellow bulb light
The letter reads: I took my own life