I do not have transmitters in my brain or any stink-in' wang-dang paranoia-cysts. Everyone knows about thoses. No. I come from a different frontier altogether, but I was raised by ants. The queen was very demanding. We worked really hard. I do not like the pusher-man. His eyes are rocks and he kills the sky for ten bucks. They cut down the tree. This brought turmoil to my sense of self. The air became stale-like and thin. The lepers were all watching the game and I rode up on my steed with dire indifference. The boys had marbles streaming out of their cerebellums and the witch Mennonite teacher wagged her tale for the Lord to see: she said "shame." She said shame and the cops came and then the robbers pitched their tents in front of the pig station. It was a riot I tell you. It has been almost 70 years since I have seen the likes of positive action. See something? I don't see anything. My doctor asks me if I see things and I tell him where to go. If only he could stand in the corner. I slow down. I am slowing down. The lunatics get on my nerves. They pace like narcotic addicts. All tense. Oh Hebe! She is the slut amongst wolves. Crying out Jesusalmighty Son of God to you Mrs. Fucker. Fucked up brains oozing out melodramatically. Oh please. Stop this facade! HA! HA! HA!. Just like you to wince. Is it some kind of warning? Malachite shoots through the wires inside of me just like the next man. The white house-skeleton waits for God's hands to finish constructing it. I am so glad his hands are not broken and that he is an invisible man. Invisible anonymous. This is my name: HenryOMalley. Don't go to the swamp. A-MEN.
Nothing. It all means nothing. This is my name: OMalley I am going to see Jesus tonight. He is so much a zombie these days-back from the DEAD and all. I am going to see him play at the local bar for over-sized losers and basket-cases alcohol conundrum fallacy rock and roll good times. The End.
I have a brain. A body (of sorts). Two arms. Two hands (one for each arm). I write. I write. I think. A lot. I read. A hell of a lot. I make stunning graphic designs. Music: always a necessity. Sanity: not at liberty to say.
The flag is evil Welcome: living leg-end I was walking down the street I saw a poster at the top I was only on one leg The streets were fucked And the poster at the top of street said: “Do you work hard?” I was only on one leg The road hadn't been fixed I had to be in for half six I was only on one leg My blue eyelids were not (?) There was a curfew at half nine For my kids There was a poster at the top of the street Encapsulated in plastic It had a blind man So I said: “Blind man, have mercy on me.” I said: “Blind man, have mercy on me.” The flat is evil and full of cavalry and Calvary And calvary and cavalry. “Do you work hard?” It said, “I am from Hebden Bridge. Somebody said to me: I can't understand a word you said." Said: “99% of non smokers die” “Do you work hard?” “Do you work hard?” I was walking down the street And saw a picture of a blind man The flat is evil Of core? cavalry and calvary Of core(?) Blind man, have mercy on me Said, blind man, have mercy on me ?? I am a ? My blues eye get…ID/I get My curfew was due half eight Now its half past six My curfew is at 9:30 I said. “Do you?” Blind man! Have mercy on me Blind man! Have mercy on me Blind man! Have mercy on me I’m on one leg My eyes can’t get fixed And my kids Can’t blue eyes get fixed Blind man! Have mercy on me Blind man! Have mercy on me
BLINDNESS (Peel session version)
And all humans Cavalry or calvary And not a drop of water Or paper Or paper J.W. said "walking bass, walking bass" Don't forget, don't forget He expected Aristotle Onasis But instead he got Mr James Fennings from Prestwick, in Cumbria Do you... reflect this evil? Thought of cavalry and calvary His first appearance was on Moscow Road The poster came at first At first I thought it was just a poster I was talking to James Seymour Eyes wide open The neck was slightly dislocated But then I walked up the street There was a repellent plastic Said poster with a picture Do you work? I was on one leg At the top of the street There was a poster A plastic front From Moscow Road it came From Deansgate it came From Narnack Records it came I was on one leg I had to be in by 9.30 I said walking bass Paper times 2 Paper times 2 Paper everywhere and not a drop of water to be seen I said I was by the ocean I saw a poster I am [?] I am [?] Everywhere I look I see a blind man I see a blind man Everywhere I look I see a... I can't get my eyes checked My blues eyes can't get checked I'm only one leg I said to poster, "When's the curfew over? I said, "Blind man, have mercy on me." I said, "Blind man, have mercy on me." Blind man have mercy on me Oh Great One I am a mere receptacle The egg tester for your sandlewood and other assorted woods In dark green Blind man have mercy on me I got a metal leg - truth Flat is the evil of calvary and cavalry
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