50,000 Fall Fans Can't Be Wrong: 39 Golden Greats
Compilation - 31 maggio 2004 - Debaser id 140457

Right noise.
We're gonna get real speedy
You gotta wear black all the time
You're gonna make it on your own.



Cos we dig
Cos we dig
We dig
We dig repetition
We dig repetition
We've repetition in the music
And we're never going to lose it.



All you daughters and sons
who are sick of fancy music
We dig repetition
Repetition on the drums
and we're never going to lose it.



This is the three R's
The three R's:
Repetition, Repetition, Repetition



Oh mental hospitals
Oh mental hospitals
They put electrodes in your brain
And you're never the same
You don't dig repetition
You don't love repetition



Repetition in the music and we're never going to loose it



President Carter loves repetition
Chairman Mao he dug repetition



Repetition in China
Repetition in America
Repetition in West Germany
Simultaneous suicides



We dig it, we dig it,
we dig it, we dig it



Repetition, repetition, repetition
Repetition, repetition, Regal Zonophone


There is no hesitation
This is your situation
Continue a blank generation
Blank generation
Same old blank generation
Groovy blank generation
Swinging blank generation



Repetition, repetition, repetition....

Get off the Ind. Est.
Get off the Ind. Est.



Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate
Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate
Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate



Well you started here to earn your pay
Clean neck and ears on your first day
Well we tap one another as you walk in the gate
And we'd build a canteen but we haven't got much space



Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate
And the crap in the air will fuck up your face
Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate
Boss can bloody take most of your wage
And if you get a bit of depression
Ask the doctor for some valium



Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate
Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate
Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate

[spoken/announced] Last orders half past ten

This is a groovy number ah!
Rowche Rumble
Is valium
Valium
Valium
Rowche Rumble
I said rumble

Loads of wives around the world
are given them by doctors, who think they're little girls
The doctors need prescriptions
The wives need their pills
So Rowche Rumble

Menopause wives are hard to handle
No culture or love, no gambles
The [dull] manage, especially smashed
on Rowche Rumble
Rowche Rumble

Physician, heal thyself
Why don't you heal yourself?
The promoter is a jerk
The promoter is a jerk

Our government's built on expense accounts
Once in, never out
A step to Rowche
Force feeding
What are the people around you taking?
Rowche Rumble

Physician heal thyself
Why don't you heal yourselves?

Now I've tried crazy things
Abusing my body to a quick end
But I'll never never never never do it again
I said I'll never never never never do it again
Rowche Rumble

Musician, heal thyself.

Loads of people across the land
Do a prescribed death dance
While condemning speed and grass
They got an addiction like a hole in the ass
For Rowche Rumble
Rowche Rumble

Physician heal thyself
Why don't you heal yourselves?
Rowche Rumble

I send 70 pounds instead of 70 p to
pharmaceutical company Rowche AG
The lorry arrived the next day
Swiss gnomes dealing out potions
They're gonna kick your liver in
You gotta treat it like a bin
Beer and speed is okay
But the full use of your body isn't

Rowche Rumble
It's valium
Said rumble

My face is slack
And the kidneys burn
In the small of my back
Will never learn
Well I'm not going back
To the slow life
Cos every step is a drag
And peace is a kite
Of materials you never catch
Come up for a snatch
Up from hell
Once in a while

Cause I am Jack
From a burning ring
My face is slack
And I think think think
I just think think think
Too fast to write
Too fast to work
Just burn burn burn

I sat and drank
For three decades
I'm 45
Cause I am Jack
From a burning ring
And my face is slack
And I think think think
I just drink drink drink
Too fast to write
Too fast to work
I just burn burn burn

A store man from the slack
They are smart
They are [mod]
Their brains are half
They never end
Just follow trends

But I am Jack ...

And put down left-wing tirades
And the musical trades
And all free trade
I said eat this grenade

Cause I am Jack
From the burning ring
My face is slack
And I think think think
Just think think think
Too fast to work
Too fast to write
I just burn burn burn

And put down left-wing tirades
and the musical trades
And all free trade
I said eat this grenade
I said Doncaster eat this grenade

Im eternally grateful
To my past influences
But they will not free me
I am not diseased
All the people ask me
How I wrote "elastic man"



Life should be full of strangeness
Like a rich painting
But it gets worse day by day
Im a potential dj
A creeping wreck
A mental wretch
Everybody asks me
How I wrote "elastic man"



His soul hurts though its well filled up
The praise received is mentally sent back
Or taken apart
The observer magazine just about sums him up
E.g. self-satisfied, smug



I'm living a fake
People say, "you are entitled to and great."
But I havent wrote for 90 days
Ill get a good deal and Ill go away
Away from the empty brains that ask
How I wrote "elastic man"



His last work was "space mystery" in the daily mail,
An article in leather thighs
The only thing real is waking and rubbing your eyes
So Im resigned to bed
I keep bottles and comics stuffed by its head
Fuck it, let the beard grow
Im too tired,
Ill do it tomorrow
The fridge is sparse
But in the town
Theyll stop me in the shops
Verily theyll track me down
Touch my shoulder and ignore my dumb mission
And sick red faced smile
And they will ask me
And they will ask me
How I wrote "elastic man"

I'm totally wired.
Can't you see?
I'm totally wired.



Can't you see?
My butterfly stomach
growls growls
I drank a jar of coffee
Then I took some of these



And now I'm totally wired.



Life leaves you surprised.
Slaps you in the eyes
And I was a communist
A rich man would bail me.
The opposite applies.
The morning light
Another fresh fight
Another row
right right right right



And I'm totally wired.



You don't have to be weird to be wired
You don't have to be an American to be strange
You don't have to be strange to be strange
You don't have to be weird to be weird.



I'm totally wired.



My heart and I agree.



I'm always worried.

Wireless enthusiast intercepts government secret radio band and
uncovers secrets and scandals of deceitful type proportions.



Aghast goes next door to his neighbor, secretly excited, as
aforementioned was a hunter whom radio enthusiast wanted
friendship and favor of.



A new face in hell



Nearly a new face in hell!



A muscular, thick-skinned, slit-eyed neighbor is at the table
poisoned just thirty seconds before by parties who knew of
wireless operator's forthcoming revelation.






A new face in hell!



A prickly line of sweat covers enthusiast's forehead as the
realization hits him that the same government him and his now
dead neighbor voted for and backed and talked of on cream porches
have tricked him into their war against the people who enthusiast
and dead hunter would have wished torture on. A servant of
government walks in and arrests wireless fan in
kitchen for murder of his neighbor



A new face in hell!



The dead cannot contradict
Sometimes the living cannot



A new face in hell!

Pink press threat!
MAN WITH CHIP: I'm riding third class on a one-class train.
I'm cranked at nought like a wimpey crane.

I'm a pink prole threat.
GENT IN SAFE-HOUSE: Get out the pink press threat file
and Brrrptzzap* the subject. (* = scrambled)

MAN WITH CHIP: It's de-louse, safe-house time
(now v. bitter) When I get to the safe house
Hanging rhyme
Hang this crummy blitz trad. by its neck
Pink press threat
I escaped the pink prole effect

GENT IN SAFE-HOUSE: It's a new prole art threat
It's recluse, safehouse time

NARRATOR: Then the clan began
Agenda Item One

Scene: Safe-house Give them nail files, soon
GENT AND STAFF- And looking at this agenda, we have a bit of
now revealed a problem here
to be m.i.9 Get out the pink press threat file
New prole art threat the subject
It's safehouse, safehouse time

(ALL: Everybody hears the hum at 3:00 a.m.)
But in the safehouse, it's not around
Pink press threat

GENT: Get out and apply the wet lib file
Vs. this new prole art threat
Safehouse, safehouse tone

MAN WITH CHIP, That clan has gotten away with 100 years
dissipated and knacked, of sheer brilliance
at home, video reach, --Up till now
stereo bog etc.

Well I didn't eat the weekend
but I put the weight BACK ON
AGAIN
n 'our kid got back from MUNICH
he didn't LIKE IT MUCH

It just goes to show
No nerves left Monday Morning
and I think I'll cut mein Dyckhoff*
the trouble it got me in
went home to my SLUM
CANYON, on
my way I LOOKED UP, I
sawn Turrets of VICTORIAN
WEALTH
I saw John the ex-Fox
sleeping in some OUTSIDE BOGS
there's a silent rumble, in
the buildings of the night
council)

I HAD AN AWAKE DREAM, I
WAS IN THE SUPERVISION
DEPT, OF A BIG TOWN STORE,
SECURITY 1-4 (We had cameras
in the clothes dummies)
A Man came up to them, he
wanted sex in the dummies
eyes. Then came up the cry.

There is no culture is my brag,
Your taste for bullshit reveals a lust for a home of office
THIS IS THE HOME OF THE VAIN!
THIS IS THE HOME OF THE VAIN!
Where are the obligatory niggers?*
HEY THERE FUCKFACE!!
HEY THERE FUCKFACE!!
There are twelve people in the world
The rest are paste
THIS IS THE HOME OF THE VAIN!
THIS IS THE HOME OF THE VAIN!
I just left the Hotel Amnesia, I had to go there
Where it is I can't remember,
But now I can remember...now I can remember
HAFTA! HAFTA!
MESSAGE FOR YER! MESSAGE FOR YER!
Too much reliance on girl here
On girls here, behind every shell-actor
Snobbier Snobbier
Too much romantic here
I destroy romantics, actors,
Kill it!
Kill it!
KILL IT A !
KILL IT!
KILL IT A !
You won't find anything more ridiculous, than this new profile
razor unit, made with the highest British attention to the
wrong detail, become obsolete units surrounded by hail.
THE CLASSICAL!
THE CLASSICAL!
THE CLASSICAL!
HOTEL AGGRO!
MESSAGE FOR YER! MESSAGE FOR YER!
THE CLASSICAL!
POLEAXE A!..........one of the millenium of conspiracy,
Forever,
I know it means a lot of stomach gas,
I K N O W I T M E A N S A L O T O F S T O M A C H G A SSSSSS
I've never felt better in my life
I've never felt better in my life
POLEAXE A!
THE CLASSICAL!
Stomach gas
I've never felt better in my life
I've never felt better in my life
POLEAXE A!
Millenium of conspiracy
Play out Classical
I've never felt better in my life
Better in my life.... . . . . . . . . .

He's not appreciated.
He's not appreciated.
He's not appreciated.



Drink a long draught, Dan,
for the Hip Priest.



I said drink the long draught, Dan,
for the Hip Priest!



He's not appreciated
He's not appreciated



White collar hits motorway services
It's the Hip Priest
From the eyes he can see, they know
It's the Hip Priest



He's not appreciated.



It's purple psychology.
Not just an old lady's.



That's hip hip hip hip hit hit hit Hip Priest



That's hip hip hip hip hit hit hit Hip Priest



And he's gonna make an appearance.
He's gonna make an appearance.



Was shown in a freakshow early on.
And drunk from small brown bottles since I was so long.



Cause I'm a Hip Priest
Cause I'm a Hip Priest
People only need me when they're down and gone to seed.
Cause I'm a Hip Priest.
Cause I'm a Hip Priest.



It's appreciation half won.
And they hate their allegiance to hip preacher one.
Hip Priest



I got my last clean dirty shirt outta the wardrobe
I got my last clean dirty shirt outta the wardrobe
And all the good people know



That's hip hip hip hip hit hit hit Hip Priest



All the young groups know
All the young groups know
They can't ever take advantage because I'm a Hip Priest.
I was as clean as a packet of chocolate treats.

(couple of lines - see hex induction hr)

That's hip hip hip hip hit hit hit Hip Priest



And if the good people knew they would say
He's not appreciated
He's not appreciated



So drink a long draught, Dan,
for the Hip Priest

Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy. Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy.
J. Hill's** satanic reign.
Ass-lickers King O'Team.
Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy x 2.



In the marble halls of the charm school.
How flair is punished.
Under Marble Millichip***, the FA. broods.
On how flair can be punished.
They're guest is a Euro-State magnate.
How flair is punished.



K.K.C. X4.



In the booze club, George Best**** does rule.
How flair is punished.
His downfall was a blonde girl, but that's none of your business!
K. K. C. X 4



Former fan at the bus stop.
Treads on the ball at his feet, in the christmas rush.
And in his hands, two lager cans.
Talks to himself. At the back. At the top.



What are the implications of the club unit?
Plastic, Slime, Partitions, Cocktail, Zig-Zag, Tudor Bar.



Pat McGatt. Pat McGatt, the very famous sports reporter is
talking......there.



FANS! ! ! "Remember, you are abroad!
Remember the police are rough!
Remember the unemployed!
Remember my expense account!



HOT DOGS AND SEAT FOR MR. HOGG !!
HOT DOGS AND SEAT FOR MR. HOGG!!!
AAAAAANNNNDDD HIS GROTTYSPAWN! ! ! !



Lurid brochures for ground unit.
Our style is punished.



K. K. C. X 5
Remember! don't collect with the rough.
K. K. C. X 1



Kicker, lets swell the facilities.



Kicker Conspiracy times eight.

I'm in the furniture trade
Got a new job today
But stick the cretin
On the number-three lathe



Went down the town
To a HM club
The sign had a cross
Through a couple well-dressed
They looked at my coat
They looked at my hair
An Easy Rider coot
Grabbed the edge of my coat
Said: 'You're too smart for here'
I said: 'I'll see the manager'



He was the manager
Eat y'self fitter
Up the stairs mister
Eat y'self fitter



Analytics have got
My type worked out
Analytics on me
The poison render
I grope about
And when I go out
My mind splits
My eyes doth hurt
The musical chairs
Have been swallowed up
By a cuddly group
Who land and rub off
Hoping that
Whatever it is
Will land and drop off



I met a hero of mine
I shook his hand
Got trapped in the door
Felt a fool, I tell ya



Charmed to meet ya
Eat y'self fitter
Up the stairs mister
Eat y'self fitter



Became a recluse
And bought a computer
Set it up in the home
Elusive big one
On the screen
Saw the Holy Ghost, I swear
On the screen



Where's the cursor?
Where's the eraser?
Where's the cursor?
Where's the eraser?
G-O-H-O-H-O-9-O
G-O-H-O-H-O-9-O
G-O-H-O-H-O-9-O
H-O-9-O-G-O-H-O



What's a computer?
Eat y'self fitter
What's a computer?
Eat y'self fitter



The Kevin Ayers scene
South of France
Plush velvet
Aback! Aback!
Aback! Aback!
Levis Fridays
Greek holidays
Barratt heritance X 3



Mit-Dem! X3
Don't wanna be a mit-dem! X4



Pick the fleas mister
Eat y'self fitter
Eat y'self fitter?
Eat y'self fitter



Who tells you what
To tape on your vid. chip
How do you know the progs you miss
Are worse than those you single out?
And what'll you do when the rental's up?
And your bottom rack is full of vids
Of programs you will nay look at
The way they act is, oh, sheer delight
Cardboard copyright
Make it right
Panic in Sudan
Panic in Wardour
Panic in Granadaland
Panic all over
By the wretched timesheeters
Of my delight
One starry night
The powers that be will have to meet
And have no choice but to...



Eat each other
Eat y'self fitter
Eat each other?
Eat y'self fitter



(Eat y'self fitter)



Portly and with good grace
The secret straight-back ogre entered
His brain aflame
With all the dreams
It had conjured X4


Mit-dem
Don't wanna be a mid-dem X4



The centimeter square
Eat y'self fitter
Said it purged fear
Eat y'self fitter



(Eat y'self fitter)

He reads books; of the list book club
And after two months--his stance a familiar hunch
It's that same slouch - you had the last time he came around



His oppression abounds, his type is doing the rounds
He is a scum-egg; a horrid trendy wretch



C.R.E.E.P. CR E.E.P.



BLACK saucers at the back of your neck
Interruptions, from the side when you talk
in the presence, of this ugly gawk,
is offending, make sure you're not absorbed
(With hideous luck - he'll absorb all your talk)



CR E.E.P. C.R.E.E.P. (3 times)



FROM the bright sun, he came one fine morn
"Populist" - as well in his class at least
But then came REAL AGE, and for that we all must pay
(and for that we all do pay)



c.r.e.EP. C.R.E.E.P.
C.R. EEP C.R.E.E.P



CR E.E.P. - cr E.E.P. CR E.E.P. - CR E.EP (2 times)



And he wants world peace! (and for that we all must pay)



He likes ABC! (C.R.EE.P.)
C.R.EE.P. CR.E.E.P. (2 times)
CREEP!

I'm hunting and I'm tryna find
A belt in the early morn
When your home is a trash mount
Look all over but you're right out



In need of black strap
No belts in this flat



No belts in this flat
The former tenant was anti-corporal-punish
Meant well, but it came to nothing
A light has just gone out
A bulb has just gone out



No belts in this flat
No bulbs in this flat
In need of white lamp



They say damp records the past
if that's soI've got the biggest library yet
the biggest library yet.



[ on B Sides, adds:
At the end of my tether
I destroyed years of hippie craft
Cut up the match ship
And a string woollen chandelier or something



No belts in this flat
In need of black strap
No belts in this flat
In need of white lamp



A bulb has just gone out
And the only light I have found
Is the original with a set square neck
Laying out cool dwellings
For the next Briton in the evening
The apartment he has made
He's genius in allocation of space



In need of white lamp
No lights in this dump



Not like this place
You need light here even in the morning
Compared to this St. Petersburg was nothing
A goddam rat [ ]



In need of white lamp
No light in this dump
In need of black strap
No belts in this flat



I'm huntin' and I'm tryna find
A belt in the early morn
When your home is a trash mount
Look all over but you're right out



In need of black strap
In need of white lamp
No belts in this flat
No lights in this dump]

Past trees the fairies are flyin
Past trees with rose bushes in
The child was spoilt Victorian
The child was spoilt Victorian



Spoilt Victorian Child



Sugar and cakes appear mean
Sitting at the table
Tigers pop-up from books



Spoilt Victorian Child



Let`s take it ten years on
You`re looking back from then
Under rough grey blankets
Thread loose stained grey blanket



Spoilt Victorian Child



C.L.O. - Pedia
E.N.C.Y.C.L.O. - Pedia



Musical chairs rouge cheeks he remembers
Thru` the aqueduct of five years
Spoilt Victorian Child shall avoid reflection
The child was spoilt Victorian



Spoilt Victorian Child



Mirrors can`t hid the toxic of disfigured Poxes



Spoilt Victorian Child



Past trees the fairies are flyin
Past trees with rose bushes in
The butterfly shrugs to fly in
Sugar and iced cakes appear mean



The child was spoilt Victorian
The child was spoilt Victorian



Spoilt Victorian Child
C.L.O. - Pedia



And you know that servants keep their order knowledge
And as you walk in on the footsteps steed babe
In the encrusted green unwild
You know you are a spoilt Victorian child

Bill Grundy's intro:

I have never seen five thousand yobbos in my life
I promise you I'm only going to speak to you now
For a few seconds
But a bit later I'm going to tell you
About how I made the fortune of punk rock
Since I think that music starts with Johann Sebastian Bach
And ends with Franz Schubert
You're going to have to listen a bit later
About my interview on television
The first they'd ever had
Bad language
See you later
Enjoy yourselves