1. |
Marvellous
02:21
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I bought me a mirror
Marvellous
And two new shoes
Marvellous
A Kanyeezus T shirt
Marvellous
Some YouTube views
Marvellous
I bought me a mirror
Marvellous
And a two-tone suit
Marvellous
A silver chinchilla
Marvellous
And a secret side-boob…
Marvellous
I bought me a manfriend
Marvellous
Made whole out of gold
Marvellous
And he never grows tedious
And he never grows old
Marvellous
I bought me a brick of a house in LONDON
well a promise of a brick
The grandkiddy of my grandkiddy's grandkiddy
Will still pay for it
Marvellous
But I bought me a mirror
Marvellous
& cellophane wing
So really give a frig what you telling me mister
I can do anything
... Jim got stabbed for a packet of Rizla
John got shot for a packet of seeds
Cindy slipped through a crack in the picture
Didn't see the crows sat in the trees
But it's easy
when you know
how the money runs...
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2. |
Eat My Camera
03:32
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I am spangled off the trees sir
Literally the trees sir
I'm powered off the eggs of Easter
Peace love and the salt of the sea sir
And I'm done with the role of the preacher
I see birds swing on the wind from all angles
the sap surging from all angles
Root-hairs grab at your ankles
the plan is
Run along a coast path nude
With yr own track playing in your belly on loop
and yr cranium full of the fruits of the soil
Very enjoyable
Gimme a ding when yr done with it
there's a plan B that is just as sick
Last one to the sea is a crusty dick
We'll swim through the lens to the substance
Rocks split fracture fragments cast as black birds
cast on the wind's howl
eat my camera
Breezeblock gasworks
Madman racked with cancer
Starving starling
Come eat my camera
Oh shit what a fabulous face you own
I can think of a place to go
Where the wind blows blue through the windows
and the smoke can erase you slow
That's it Hun
the dust settles
You're where the drunk kids come to chuck pebbles
Green and it's grey and it's full of birdshit
Cos the birds come here to die
Or procreate I don't know
the roof here is full of holes
There's a mattress and a cracked bowl
and a smell of piss warm and old
I put flowers in the corner for ya
Well not flowers exactly
But the thought of flowers, count them
There's as many as there possibly can be
Pluck some you're the Queen of Hackney
You look beautiful in brown
Just as pretty as the day you drowned
Come occupy my substance
Come occupy my substance
Come occupy my substance
Come occupy my substance
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3. |
Ariane
04:05
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Wait a minute have we got no time for love
The flame was vivid but it’s stopped now wind it up
Cos you seen me striding through your future with that father strength
Arnie style
Holding your home and your heart and your ornaments
But that’s not me see
Dragging a caravan, my crotch locked just for you
Polishing tea sets
He said / she said in dusty rooms
I must keep breathing
Surely my freedom was what you were attracted to… Yeah?
The love of air
The bird’ll fade shut away in that tupperware
It goes
Ariane, Ariane, Ariane
You have changed since the summer…
And I’m not saying your demands weren’t standard ones
Perfectly frigging standard
And maybe I’m a punk fool who can’t handle luck
You are a catch and stuff
I know
My aunt loved you and my brother thought you were sound
Real sound…
It’s gonna be harsh when Christmas rolls around
It’s November and I’m thinking of your hips til I’m hardly there
My mother says she misses you and that’s hard to bear
And if I’m honest I regret being what I am
I could wither and die
I’d die happy if my love you would just reply…
It goes
Ariane, Ariane, Ariane
You have changed since the summer…
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4. |
Cool and Calm
03:05
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A river runs through here
Once in a year
Everybody stay cool and calm
Cos up at the border
A teen boy’s got a gun
Stay cool and calm
Down past the Dead Sea
There are bodies stretched out in the sun
Stay cool and calm
I’m on a bus full of soldiers
They’re playing slapsies down the front
Stay cool and calm…
Every brick is full of legend
Pilgrims file the narrow lanes
line a long line of silly little questions
Looking for a miracle ascension
Fences hold em back
Shuffle footed sheep, branded shoulder bags
This a holy land
You can tell it from the barb wire
Roped off relics
Adolescent men in car tyre roadblocks
And the wall, the Wall.
That turns me to a flabbergasted fool
In an avalanche of stories
Too heinous to believe
I see my father dragged out and
Beaten in the street
I see my cousin screaming down the barrel of a tank's gun
The tanned young soldier who is hideously handsome
Looking blank back at him
Overspilling with the times
Nineteen with a military mind
Wearing billabong and Calvin Klein
At the barracks with his child friends
He's loving and he's civil and he's kind
He's loving and he's civil and the pulls the trigger in a blind terror
and my cousin's blown into never-never
With brains spattered over the divide as we're watching
Tell us then.
What are our options?
A river runs through here
Once in a year
Everybody stay cool and calm
Cos up at the border
Everyone has got a gun
Stay cool and calm
Down past the Red Sea
They are laying bodies out in the sun
Stay cool and calm
I’m in a room full of soldiers
They’re playing truth or dare down the front
Stay cool and calm…
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5. |
Morning Light
03:48
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Look I'm not particularly deadly
Though I carry arms I'm not afraid to use
Being I'm a doer, I be doing
Balls deep
Clambering the cliffs in a scruffy set of shoes
So don't ask me to your poncy little dinner
Though I am pretty handy with your codes
Better stick me in the cellar with the swingers
They are more my scene
Come, strip me of my clothes
Cos I can hold a pose for minutes, even hours
But eventually something sours
Something flings itself around in me yelling
"Now it's time to frigging wiggle out your trousers
Pulling people out their pouches"
Running in the morning light
the marsh land couldn't give a shit for me
It sits a space aside, out of history
Bury my visage in its mud-holes
and when the day rises I have struck gold
geese fly in celebration
That's my church
I prefer the wind over any kind of audience
When I chat my words, I launch my soul
People say there's madness in the heat of my performance
Maybe so
Maybe there'll be sorrow on my headstone
Maybe I'll be geriatric nutter bombing Tesco
At least I'll have been honest from the get go
I'm honestly the opposite of London
Running in the morning light
Trying to catch the falling tide
Running in the morning light
Pressure out the window...
Running in the morning light
Trying to catch a seed of time
Running in the morning light
Pressure…
Daddy was a preacher man
he spoke the holy ghost at street protests
we reclaimed the streets together
Sweet Moses
Part the asphalt
Tell it like a town crier, light the fuse
They'll never televise the news
All he taught me
He born in 1940's
Truths that he had to fight to find
Me born in Thatcherite decline
Same appetite for life
Learned sanity from Catcher In The Rye
Now the stamina is mine
The wild animus
The caravan standing in the vines
The grizzly bear is mine
The piston and the steam
Forever back in Bristol in my dreams
And the world is often ending in em
And that is often cause for joy
I'm back in adolescence in a wall of noise
Banging a snare drum
Clocking how they murder us slow
Dad come
We got further to go...
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6. |
Dona Diaz
03:32
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I've got a reason to live
She's called Dona Diaz
She's got a rolling stride
And she waddles when she runs
But that's alright
I met her in a house of thorns
She told me she'd never be mine
I was her slave for a day
And then she fell into my arms
And that's alright
She took me to a cave by the sea
She showed me her strange insides
Oh she's nasty
and she's brave
and she's free
And she grinds her teeth all night
But that's alright
Ahh
My Maria,
Tie me up
my blue flame
Tie me up,
my Boadicea
Tie me up
You holy war…
When you wed me
I will take your name
And wave it like a neon sword.
I've got a reason to live
She's called Dona Diaz
She's got a rolling stride
And she waddles when she runs
But that's alright
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Dizraeli Bristol, UK
Multi-instrumentalist MC, singer, producer from Bristol, UK,
distributing explosions that journalists find hard to describe.
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