loop nostalgia

by Catgut

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03:49
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05:47
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released 10 April 2009

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Track Name: dead sheep
Poke the sheep with a stick.
Wool seeps, thick with
Fermentation. I lick
My dry lip and

Dip my toe
In the great unknown,
Where the ghost comes home,
Where my home feels far, far away.

Chase me down by Old
Stanley’s place,
With the face withdrawn
And the cornmeal laced in the

Cured, hung air,
In the glazed, bare skin,
In the thin grass blades,
In the dare you made me commit.
Track Name: the king
Fix me up with teacups, pale and sugary.
Which one had the chimpanzees? I’ll have that then, please.
Did you see her boy? He was blue and black.
He’s just like his dad; king of the cul-de-sac.

Our Jack has seen him down outside the SPAR,
Showing off his scars from God only knows.
Leaning into windows of cars. I don’t blame his mum.
He’s his father’s boy. There’s nothing she could have done.

Hail to the thief. The glory sleeps in a golden tooth.
Rare be the ruth of a king who sings in the morning drunk in the street.
He’s going far. We see potential in his saw gums.
Set for the stars. The milky bars are on him, round here.

Did you hear what he did to his other half?
Wrapped a woolen scarf around the poor girl’s neck.
He did it just for a laugh. She went purple and back.
He’s just like his dad; king of the cul-de-sac.

Next time police come round I shall make a sound.
Make a sound so loud. It was proud round here.
All we have now is tea. Four o’clock, you and me.
Same as it ever was. Same as it ever was.

Hail to the thief. The glory sleeps in a golden tooth.
Rare be the ruth of a king who sings in the morning drunk in the street.
He’s going far. We see potential in his saw gums.
Set for the stars. The milky bars are on him, round here.
Track Name: a love song
I miss my missis now.
She pisses all the girls
In the world.
Could it be
I’m in love.

She stole my heart with cheese,
Spaghetti-hoops and coleslaw.
Chicken kievs.
When I was
Very drunk.

I’m yours till I get bored.
You’ve scored – I’m in a band.
I’ll record everything.
I’ll sing all about you.

You look like movie stars
But I have seen you vomit
Between two parked cars.
And I kissed
You anyway.

The day you go away
The sky will fall and crush me.
Is that too
Much for you?
It’s only a song.

I’m yours till I get bored.
You’ve scored – I’m in a band.
I’ll record everything.
I’ll sing all about you.

Lalalala.
Lalalala.
Track Name: the boys
We were the boys. We believed in a vengeful God.
Boy’s gentle hands shook as if we were Al Capone.
We took the streets to our hearts and our feet took the
Tar in the heat home for tee and a telling off.

We dealt in Coke; knelt and choked on potassium.
We kissed the girl’s plastic pearls for a dare and then,
Once they said stop, all the cops became robbers.
Blood on our hands out of love for our fatherland.

We fell together. We never tell.
Come and high water, we never tell.
We never tell.
Track Name: the fall
My mother told me she would hold me if I behaved.
Some fathers teach their sons to shave but mine never did.
I hid the box of razorblades inside of a US army fort.
My face contorted at the thought as my brothers got laid.

I was the youngest of them all; I was the fall in every outing.
My mark was shortest on the wall; my balls were small enough to spit.
I couldn’t see my hands for mitts; my mother’s tit was all I thought of.
But I still wonder if I miss those days of wonder when I pissed on
My own self.

A schoolgirl pulled me off the shelf; she had self-confidence.
Her skirt was shorter than her belt; she had self-confidence.
She made the male teachers melt in her mouth; they all felt so confused.
I used to smell her blood for days in my mouth; God be praised!

And so the boy was raised, and so the west was won, and so I lost my...
If I behaved, I would be held a way that makes a boy forget.
The way was paved with gold. I sold my soul to kiss the cold inside of... Pale thigh, you are the why I never look God in the eyes.
Now every lady in the land is my mother; is my lover.
Everybody in the stands; get romantic, hold hands.
I was a boy, I was a man, I am a boy again but older.
Chip on my shoulder never more. The crowd are bored and so...

Here we go again; the pretty little end
Establishes boys from the men.
Take your partner and then dance if you like.
There’s always a chance you’ll stay friends.
Track Name: the day we slew the hill
On the slow decline,
Where the rabbits would mine below
The headland and the snow would drift six feet high.

We would sleigh those slopes
In our waterproof gloves and coats.
Rowing boats on a tidal wave, we became.

Bye-bye, mainframe. Hello, gameplay.
My name’s Boyhood, now which toy would you

Like to be today?
I say, what fun!

Where the barbed wire fence
Used to be was a density,
Perfectly formed; it could have been made for me.

As we whipped above,
Beneath us were the honeybees,
Scattered over the frozen scree in the sun.

Bye-bye, mainframe. Hello, gameplay.
My name’s Boyhood, now which toy would you
Kill for in the rush
It makes me blush just to think
Of how we crushed every inch
Of snow that day.
Track Name: ballad of a boy racer
He walked through ten fields of wheat
To find the corner that did beat him.
The sky went yellow in defeat.
There came a bellow from the heavens.

Through the verge he found a snake
Made of tarmac, he remembered.
Tier tracks across its face;
This was the place where he’d been tempted

By the broken beams on the line of trees.
By the teasing skin; washed and black.
By the madding glare of the windscreen; soaked.
The stink of oil; raped and chocked.

Now the rain dulled everything
With the sweetness of the morning.
Wet tarmac warming is a thing
Of pure solace when you smell it.

The breathalyzer made no sound,
Though he had blown with all his courage.
Pound for pound, his car was lost.
The cost was nothing; he’d seen heaven

In the twinkling eyes of the midnight road.
In the flush surprise, toe and crush.
In the sick disguise of the highway code;
The thrill chastised from the fear.
Track Name: the man
Just like every other boy, I want to be a gangster.
Big dick, fast car and tinted entourage.
Armed guards on the gatehouse, envious of the Jaguar.
Face scared and a tar-laced, gravel, honey voice.

Good choice. Good man. Big man. Big ambassador.
You are spoiling us with a plateau decadence.
Let’s dance! Be a whore. Be a chance encounter.
All the girls in all of France never bled so heavily.

So wait for me, won’t you?
I will grow up, one day.
Today I want to be The Man;
Tomorrow I’ll clean up.

All the sleaze in Rome wouldn’t ease my homesickness.
All the keys of the seventies abandoned in a bowl.
King Cole can’t croon me away anymore.
Any time, anywhere, I’ll be there, I’ll be yours.

Is that how it should sound; is that how I should make you proud?
Make you feel like a queen; like a clean overdose.
Like the host, not the whore. Not the bull but the matador.
Not the bend in the line but the rhyme at the end.

Well, wait for me, won’t you?
I will grow up, one day.
Today I want to be The Man;
Tomorrow I’ll clean up.