The Words of Mark E. Smith

william_kent

william_kent

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Mark E. Smith in conversation with Irmin Schmidt from Can:
You know what Can’s problem is? Many people just pretend that they like Can. But they don’t.
For them it’s just a hipness thing to buy your records. You could have called your band ‘Coffee Table’.
Then your records would be considered ‘coffee-table records’.
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Benny Bunter

Benny Bunter

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M.R. James be born be born
Yog Sothoth rape me lord
Sludge hai choi, choi choi son

M.R. James be born be born
Yog Sothoth Ray Milland
Van Greenway R. Corman
Sludge hai choi choi choi son

Part one: spectre versus rector
The rector lived in Hampshire
The spectre was from Chorazina
In evil dust in the air
The rector locked his doors

Part two: detective drives through Hampshire
Stops because of the fog there
And thinks a visit to the rector
And meanwhile and meanwhile

Spectre possesses rector
Rector becomes spectre
Sludge hai choi choi choi son
Sludge hai choi choi choi son
Enter inspector
Even as he spoke a dust devil suddenly arose and struck him

Part four: detective versus rector
Detective versus rector possessed by spectre
Spectre blows him against the wall
Says direct, "this is your fall"
I've waited since Caesar for this
Damn Latin my hate is crisp
I'll rip your fat body to pieces"

M.R. James be born be born
Yog Sothoth Ray Milland
Van Greenway R. Corman

Scene five, scene five:
Comes a hero
Soul possessed a thousand times
Only he could rescue rector
Only he could save inspector
And this hero was a strange man
"Those flowers, take them away," he said,
"They're only funeral decorations
And oh this is a drudge nation
A nation of no imagination
A stupid man is their ideal
They shun me and think me unclean,
Unclean...

"I have saved a thousand souls
They cannot even save their own
I'm soaked in blood but always good
It's like I drunk myself sober,
I get better as I get older."

M.R. James be born be born
Yog Sothoth rape me lord
Van Greenway R. Corman
Sludge hai choi choi choi son
Sludge hai choi choi choi son

Part six:
That was his kick from life
That's how he pads out his life
Selling his soul to the devil
And the spectre enters hero
But the possession is ineffectual
But the possession is ineffectual
And the possession is ineffectual

And M.R. James be born be born
Yog Sothoth rape me lord
Van Greenway R. Corman
Sludge hai choi choi choi son
Sludge hai choi choi choi son, I said
Sludge hai choi choi choi son

Last scene:
Hero and inspector walk from the scene
Is the spectre banished forever?
The inspector is half insane
The hero goes back into the mountains
The hero goes back into the mountains
He was an exorcist but he was exhausted
An exorcist but he was exhausted
The rector is dead on the floor

M.R. James be born be born
Yog Sothoth Ray Milland
Van Greenway R. Corman
Sludge hai choi choi choi son
Sludge hai choi choi choi son

[...] chosen son
Van Greenway R. Corman
Van Greenway R. Corman
Yog Sothoth Ray Milland
Yog Sothoth rape me lord
 
WashYourHands

WashYourHands

Cat Malogen
Couple of favourites, first is a wink (with surreal silliness) supported by molten repetition from Your Heart Out, the sing/ding connection alone is visionary

Now here's a joke
To cheer you up:
Old times no surgeon
Just magicians and dungeons
There they take your heart out
With a sharp knife
It wasn't fake
They had no anaesthetic.
That joke's pathetic.

Just look at me
Too much speed
But very plain
You're lucky, friend.
You've got one to take out
You know what I'm talking about!
I don't sing I just shout
All on one note.
Sing, sing, sing, sing
Look at me, I just ding


Wings aka Moon Pub - time into space, cheapo airline snobs, 1860's and Irish patronage......free-flowing imagery that retains its punch

Day by day.
The moon gains on me.
Day by day.
The moon gains on me.

Purchased pair of flabby wings.
I took to doing some HOVERING.
Here is a list of incorrect things.

HOVERED mid-air outside a study.
An academic kneaded his chin,
sent in the dust of some cheap magazines.
His academic rust, could not burn them up.

Recruited some gremlins.
To get me clear of the airline routes.
I paid them off with stuffing from my wings.
They had some fun with those cheapo airline snobs.

The stuffing loss made me hit a timelock.
I ended up in the eighteen sixties.
I've been there for one hundred and twenty five years.
A small alteration of the past. Can turn time into space.

Ended up under Ardwick Bridge.
With some veterans from the U.S. Civil War.
They were under Irish patronage.
We shot dead a stupid sergeant,
but I got hit in the crossfire.
The lucky hit made me hit a time lock.


Drunken mates 10 pints deep can do MES's inflection to perfection, entire conversations articulated as impersonations (fun in moderation, grating in the chippy)
 
V

version

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"Decent lawyer fishes in buckskin hat
Raccoons drown beneath his embarking mass
When he sees CIA shit flying over head fast
Goody goody looks up
In cloudless sky enhancing theory of zig-zag bulletline
Oswald Defense Lawyer
Embraces the scruffed corpse of Mark Twain"

"He's liberal and insane"

"His mouth is in his brain"

 
william_kent

william_kent

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Mid 30s man in the grip of paranoia
Just like I told ya
Prefers kara-o-kah
Cheap shit half-dollar man
His sky calendar bar home
Speculates.


The Fall - Paranoia Man in Cheap Shit Room

By bed, replica shooter
 
william_kent

william_kent

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Spine-fuhrer of Hoboken
It's Pat the trip dispenser
Friend of Syndicate of Sound
Pigeon toed band

Mcginty thought he could fool the fall
With his imitation speeds
But he had not accounted for the psychic nose
 
william_kent

william_kent

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Sometimes life is like a new bar
Plastic seats, beer below par
Food with no taste, music grates
I'm living too late
 
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