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Tom O'Bedlam
03:45
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Here it comes
Such screaming inside my head
I’m playing by the water chasing Mother Nature’s daughter
With her simian stride and Sapphic pride
All fat and furry and reeking of curry
She’s a belle
There’s a tippler from the street and he’s got webbed feet
With toothpick legs and eyes like eggs
All yellow and young with a septic tongue
He’s a goose
All day as yeomen toil
Hair like worms and teeth like soil
All night the fiddler bows
The emperor bows and chews his toes
Here it comes
Such screaming inside my head
Mad Maudlin lifts her skirt
She’s good for a squat and a squirt
Hey ho, away we go with
Six dicks for every doe
Here it comes
Such screaming inside my head
Bedtime for Bedlamites
Out of mind and out of sight
Midnight and moonbeams
Wet brains and wet dreams
I’m crawling like a crab and the geeks all laugh
As the watchman smites me with his staff
All firm and black to break my back
It’s a show
There’s a pudding shaped glutton and he’s covered all in mutton
With a gelatin lip and jowls that drip
All gibbering and wild like a churlish child
He’s a Hun
All day the matrons mull
The jester grins and thumps his skull
All night the pedagogue weeps
His fingernails give me the creeps
Here it comes
Such screaming inside my head
“Don’t squirm” the mars man squeals
And whispers just how good it feels
“Don’t stop” the harlot moans
Methuselah grins while Atlas groans
Here it comes
Such screaming inside my head
All day as yeomen toil, hair like worms and teeth like soil
Mad Maudlin lifts her skirt, she’s good for a squat and a squirt
All night the fiddler bows, the emperor bows and chews his toes
Bedtime for bedlamites
Out of mind and out of sight.
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2. |
So Long, Crassus
04:59
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Please tell my commander
I’m not dying for his pride
His vision’s far too narrow
And this desert’s far too wide
Slow down, Crassus
Can we rest a while
As time passes
And we march single file
Into ruin
Or into history
What am I doing
I say that my fate belongs to me
Please tell my commander
I’m not dying for his pride
His vision’s far too narrow
And this desert’s far too wide
Good luck, Crassus
Your destiny awaits
Lead your masses
And feed them to the fates
Heat is rising
Morale is falling low
It’s not surprising
I won’t say I told you so
Please tell my commander
That I’m laying down my arms
It’s a long way from Damascus
And this desert’s lost its charms
So what’s a little shame
When history knows your name
Your story will be told
That’s worth its weight in gold
So-
Go and drink your fill
Down that golden swill
So long, Crassus
This desert’s no place to die
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3. |
The Beast
05:33
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Crowing, crying in a snit
Growing, dying bit by bit
Leaving all my cares behind
Poison on a rotten mind
Grabbing, groping, caring, coping
Drooling, schooling, giggling, wiggling
Picturing a place more to my taste
Though it seems like such a waste
To run and hide
I’ve grown, quite dry
Performing fierce fellatio
On my pride
I don’t know what I should say or do
And it causes me to sweat, profusely
How about you
And you’re always in my plan
I’ll do all that I can
Please try and understand
I’m the: Superstenstial, quintessential
Merely moderate morbid mutually muzzled
Moody minor malleable
Makeshift modern man
While you sleep and breathe
Slumbering sound and tight
Smoke forms a wispy wreathe
And wafts in the dead of night
Well you know
That it’s just me
Keeping my little eye
Open for you
Laughing, lounging on a lark
Scrimping, scrounging in the dark
Holding out for better days
Slurping swill like mayonnaise
Picturing a life more ordinary
Though it’s scary, I can almost make believe
That you are with me, here
In this pre-apocalyptic Shangri La
And it causes me to scream
With great intensity
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4. |
Black Corn
03:57
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Quetzalcoatl
Welcome that sum’bitch back
The feathered serpent gorges on the sacred feast
He’s blowing kisses to the psychedelic priest
Freaking out upon the blood of Nazareth
A hummingbird in the caravan of death
He says Christ gave hell to the fruitless fig tree
I wonder what it is he plans to give to a fruit like me
Quetzalcoatl
Welcome that sum’bitch back
Welcome the sum’bitch back
Cross-eyed prophets bark their warnings to the wise
Gabriel grabs his horn and starts to improvise
As the jazz goes down the virgins turn to whores
The psychedelic priest anneals their psychic sores
The shapeless meadow
Inside my mind
The hummingbird drinks himself blind
The shapeless altar
Inside my thoughts
Death is busy casting lots
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5. |
Nick the Dickens
04:08
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Ooh I was feeling kind of strange
Perhaps the air portended change
This music had me all a tizzy
And I was calm and dazed and dizzy
Killer Diamond nightmare eyes
Charming lips and soothing lies
Things spun on a kinky dime
So let me tell you about the time
That
The Devil met me in the city
He was small and kind of pretty
We sat and spoke for quite a while
I was taken by his smile
Ooh now things aren’t quite the same
But I’m not feeling any shame
This music has me feeling dandy
And I’m ripped and raked and randy
Velvet waistcoat satin pants
Mellow wine and sweet romance
Slow surrender so sublime
So let me tell you about the time
That
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