BONE OF CONTENTION

My life in a prickly jelly,
I can't get my head around the word "ordinary".
To people passing I'm nodding and winking,
But where there's no sense there is no feeling.

Discuss with me any subject you think of,
and if your a wolly I can always knock your head off.

Or pay spot on snipers for a killing.
Or grow wind screen wipers for a living,

What do you do ? for all your food .
To keep your heart well fed,
Do you make sure all the bad ones are dead ?

Travel the world in front of the telly.
Step out of your point of view, "Not on your nelly."
Travel the backyard on Shank's pony,
See a dead bird become all Holy.

Get realistic you've got to be mystic,
It's a statistic all girls wear lipstick.
And grow breasts to feed small people; it keeps them living.
And grow old and live with their offspring while they're dying.

What inspirations have you got ?
Beyond the bounds of cold and hot.
With all you clothes from top shop.
Legs to open is all you've got.

We're all in the same boat.
A man fell over board.
They dragged him in, dried him out,
For damp right through they checked him out.

The captain shouted "We're gonna make money!"
A dick on the port said "We only need milk and honey."

On a mountain meadow a Buddhist monk is chanting.
In an un-built house a cross-eyed carpenter is swearing.

Are all our pains 'cause we want things ?
Is our navel where they did up the seem ?
When you cut yourself does out come stuffing ?
Do all these things make you scream and sing ?

Words by Broggz

STORM PETAL SUZIE

Storm Petal Suzie, she is my girl,
My flower unfurl for me.
Storm petal Suzie, she is my girl,
For all the world to see.

The guests at the table are waiting for us.
Some one passes a glass to us.
They are very good friends of our.
There are many ways to spend these hours,
Long long hours of the night.

Black and white penguins,
Soft in the water.
The words he had taught her to say.
The current has caught us,
The love that has sought us.
Has carried us away.

PARTIALLY STRANGLED

Country lanes in fathers car,
Moon made shadows on a river of tar.
A tape in the deck, with beer we wreck,
Our brains nowhere but this night time trek.
Down to the little river where the little men meet.
You can hear them in the woods where there little feet creek.
The old doors and windows of the rich mans neat little house,
Made of nothing but the rumor of the.....
End of the world,
So we look to the sky with the wind in our curls.

Sitting on a standing stone beating a drum,
Up some spirits, in our moods they come.
Over land and water, to them make an alta-
ration of your mind, people left behind,
In the towns and the cities.
A new aeon from disaster,
A nuclear fire-s our thoughts,
To the end of the world.
So we look to the sky,
With the wind in our curls.

A man a man in Wellington boots,
Will come to you with a cactus root.
Eat it now, eat it good,
Eat it like a princess would.

WEIRD

For all that is weird,
Dark, doomy and that is feared.
Mystic recognition, Hebrew names,
Magic calculation Armageddon again.

Semi tone chord shift, discordance and the beat of the earth drum.

Sounds of conscious originality
We like your pseudonym,
You sing pseudo hymns

You look at pictures of pop stars,
How you wish one eye was blue.

Psychological condition.
This song is weird but it works,
And we like it.
And its good.

Highway code

A long stretch of headlights marks the road ahead.
The vehicle ahead is four seconds away.
Traveling a long time now -
You had better stop at the next service station.

A long stretch of headlights bends into one and other.
The vehicle ahead has fascinating rear lights.
The approaching junction is a neon fairground.

Crawl to your mother.
Walk up the garden.
Run up the road.
Cycle to school.
Catch a bus into town.
Take a taxi out of trouble.
Hire purchase a car.
Drive it through the Euro Tunnel.

Drive carefully now !
Or,
You had better stop before you crash.

Words by Broggz

MEAT

And there are,
As many,
Things happening,
As there are seconds,
And your mind,
Will limit,
And that's a factor (fact of life)

City skyline,
Hides where the sun went down,
I wandered in a room,
In there I found,
A daughter safe in her bed,
But over her head,
knelt her father,
Jerking of his penis.

I scrambled outside searching for a moral,
And came face to back with a future lover of my'n.
And though she never knew it,
I followed her right through it.
Sex and Drugs and Rock and Roll,
'Till she was screwing for her heroin.

My cat has got a wallet with Samantha Fox on.
Cambridge has a boat that gives lifts to the cock son.
Pretty flesh clad skulls in which to put my erection.
Thirty dirty girls have won the election.

A glue sniffer's mum is bedding a drunk Irish man who farts ginger beer.
He was seen scraping black heads off his erect penis with his cracked thumb nail.
He leaves the decapitated zits to weep as a heavily made up nine year old shouts from across the street:
"Hey pizza prick, where's my mummy mummy junky ??????"