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We showed them, didn't we

by CHAS PALMER-WILLIAMS

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Haggar for mayor (free) 03:19
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the good charlatans (free) 03:49
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What with rock stars selling car insurance there's another selling butter what a strange occurrence how we didn't know how to sing we could barley even play those things but we did the best we could call me on your black flag berry if i cant reach you and your not home can i get you on your apple seed cast iphone remember when bands would look you in the eye when they sang there was beer and blood and spirit and passion i nearly poked my pissing eye out with a microphone stand but im doing the best i can cos we felt 20 foot tall yes we felt 30 foot tall yes we felt 50 foot tall yes we felt 100 foot tall can i borrow your lead ive lost my plectrum the guy in the front with the pierced septum looks like he eats pieces of shit like me for breakfast the sound engineer hates us all and we haven't got any breakables but when we got up there we felt
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Nub ends, not nebulisers (free) 04:10
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is heaven really a half pipe? was that crap band right? aerosols and camp fires we were teenage arse holes we were teenage liars with diamonds in her eyes and cockiness in our stride Tom tried then Tom tried smack he's still trying that in fact with gat guns and black widows shop lifting popping bubble gum and breaking windows Got, got, need, swap, swap, swap, swap im still tapping on cans of pop to stop them fizzing urethane squeaks questions concretes listening its alright, it'll be alright we were just kids i didn't know how to help you lets blame neurons and transmuters we were thinking of nub ends not nebulisers drinking since they took off our stablisers this town was a city, there was future there hanging out with messrs Lambert and Butler the number 7 dreams of power steering the bus and our careers are careering and yes i find this condition debilatating and i plan to procrastinate about procrastonating somewhere, were a half arsed smoke machine goes off on an empty dance floor in the only rock bar doorman re-enact headlocks and polish plastic cars chinny rekon, itchy chin, chin wag, itchy chin
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I feel like a million Zimbabwean dollars 04:49
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I should buy some new shoes Shoes don’t get me drunk And I can’t skate in Empty bitter jars I’m sure they’ll give me Blisters And your novelty t-shirt reads Why drink and drive When you can smoke and fly home Life’s a beach then you die Do or do not there is no Try And I would furnish you with a snotling pump wagon with your +3 on a d6 when breaking peoples.. Nurgle would have wanted this Coming at you with a chaotic kiss Were did you go? Were have you been? I heard you copt of with a good looking space marine Well these walls are super model thin And my wallet Is the same Yes you getting married practically grates And I still don’t find anything That Interesting About interest rates The next day You’re searching for serotonin I want some really strong ibuprofen You’ll cain it for days without a care Whilst ill feel like that kid off the mask with Cher And I can’t do it like I used to Im nearly 32 and like you; I should have a blummingfoot spa A bluming six pack A bluming clue And a great big ruddy bloody car… But I don’t The neighbors are shagging again And it’s ever so ever so loud And the fat ones t shirt reads It reads: Return to the pub if found Take me to your dealer please I’m not really balding It’s just a solar panel for a sex machine These stranded soulless souls Forever do they drift Upon reefs of real ale and public house shoals 3 crates of bar stool politics 7 sacks of times of old 10 barrels of bitter and loneliness And 1 heavy heart, stored in the hold On this one, barnacles on the starboard side That ones leaking rum She’s been moored, and waits the lord ‘Cos once you scuttled your done I feel like A million Zimbabwean Dollars Let me make two things clear We should have been nicer to each other And it smells like games workshop in here

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1. Hagger for mayor
2. I feel like a million Zimbabwean dollars
3. The good charlatans
4. Nub ends, not nebulisers
5. Now you've got the midlands maddest man

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released December 11, 2010

All songs by Chas Palmer-Williams

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