Peter Walsh - SDSS1416+13B (Zercon, A Flagpole Sitter) lyrics

This is my job I don't come around and put out your red light When you work [Silence] What's the matter? Didn't you get enough attention at home? [Silence] If sh** were music La da da, la da da You'd be a bra** band [Silence] Know what? You should get an agent, oh yeah, yeah Why sit in the dark handling yourself? For Lavinia Who goes like gynozoon IX, I, V, IX, III, V, I For the citizen Whose joke lays in their hand I, V, I, V, IX, IX, III To play fugues On Jove's Spam castanets V, IX, IX, I, VI, IX, I Cattle are slaughtered Entrails examined Spread out across the moon The Tisza is rising Topless bars overflowing Pulsing through the flumes Drop-kicked coloraturas Fouling my ears Bypa**ing an anorexic sky and Scar jumping grafters Chorion-crying How can you stoop so high? For Papiria Who plops the Pantheon IV, VI, IX, V, I, IX, I For grosse Gauls Who won't leave our sheep alone V, I, VII, IX, I, IX, I Norsemen DO NOT eat the big pink mint Flush hard It's a long way to Athens Gone from your wooden palace The wild mice pelt clothes slipped from my toes Where termites scribble the walls Twisted forth and gone, "Little father" The 'snip' off your nine-ninety-nine Ffrom where you groomed yourself too small No more dragging this wormy an*s 'Round on shag piles from Persia to Thrace I've severed my reeking gonads Fed them to your shrunken face Jan*s head It's said will give good door IX, IX, V, IX, I, IX, I For a Roman Who's proof that Greeks f**ed bears V, V, IX, VII, V, IV, I Heard this one? This'll k** ya About the ropes of hair Care of Venus the Bald Tugging Mercs across the plain Those measuring road-rashed bellies A perte de vue to me night and day The one about the saint Sstranded high upon his pillar Thirty summers, thirty winters His constant visitor, his mother But he'd stare into the distance Ignored her calls from down below DID YOU EVER THROW YOUR OWN MOTHER'S FOOD BACK AT HER!?! DID YOU EVER TELL HER 'TAKE THIS FILTH AWAY!'?!? WHAT KIND OF AN UNNATURAL SON WOULD DO THAT TO HIS OWN MOTHER!?! The tasteless one about the bantam Who couldn't climb a rung Your Helipolis is scrapheap Gone, the brown slug of your tongue For eunuch Ron Who sleeps at night across the emperor's bedroom door III, V, IX, IX, I, V, I Grostulating-Gorbi Requires fresh packing II, IX, V, I, IV, IX, I OVER It's over Syrinx screaming all around BAR! BAR! BAR! BAR! BAR! BAR! BAR! BAR! Aquil-Aetos, aquil-aetos Screaming all around Filling up my life Screaming all around BAR! BAR! BAR! BAR! BAR! BAR! BAR! BAR! OVER It's over Your Nibelung can't be found Their shadowless shadows wiping me Wiping me clean away BAR! BAR! BAR! BAR! BAR! BAR! BAR! BAR! Where's the scent of pine torches The lumbering caravans The felt covered wagons, moving like galleons? The 'wedgie', the 'melvy' to threaten the air? Only fledge muffled long hollow bone-drums a-beating The dark day behind us, the dark day ahead The wind drone across skull goblets Then Basel-cum-Strasbourg-cum-Frankfurt-cum-Speyer-cum I hear the only place you're ever invited is outside [Silence] If brains were rain You'd surely be a desert [Silence] Look, don't go to a mind reader Go to a palmist I know you've got a palm [Silence] Does your face hurt? Cause it's k**ing me [Silence] Cut to lost Lumbago City I am perched against the sky A banner shoal of sparrows Sways in the twilight Down there, as ish kabibbles Schlepp the shade forever Earth's hoary fontenelle Weeps softly for a thumb thrust A chorus of threadbare black-stockinged legs Is fanning out into a frazzled black rose No phalanxes fleeing like zippers of blood Red plumes nodding between the horses' ears Hey buddy, give it up Hey pal, come down, join the living Wanted: A lisping, hobbling, noseless runt Phone: IX-IX-IX-IX-IX-IX-I Remember: "Someday you'll go far if you catch the right train." How about "You're so fat When you wear a yellow raincoat, people scream, 'Taxi!'." Then there's: "You're so boring, you can't even evertain doubt." I'll grease this pole behind me Grease this pole behind me Grease this pole Grease this pole There's an unfinished rumour doing the rounds It seems the storks are seen returning to the rooftops Carrying back their children Clacking like dried palms Loud enough to be heard from Reims to Orleans River banks are cleared, bridges retaken Oblivion, driven from the city street by street So why have screams of laughter The pissing stench of mares-milk beer Come to bait your toad down from his toadstool? And if I'm melancholic And if I shed a tear... 'Don't forget to blink Lest your eyeballs dry up Fall out of their sockets And dangle on your cheeks like Caesar's shrivelled coglione' It's when I hear a sawed-off coffin Rolls beneath the Tisza Hey BAR! Ah, my noblest music Hey BAR! BAR! BAR! BAR!... I'll grease this pole behind me Grease this pole behind me Grease this pole Grease this pole OVER It's over But where's the electrons Squeezing all around? Burning up my life Squeezing all around OVER It's over Only freezing all around I greased that pole behind me Greased that pole behind me Your Nibelung can't be found I've looked high and low for you I guess I didn't look low enough Don't move I want to forget you just the way you are I really hope your face clears up You know, I think you've got nothing there Infrared, infrared I could drop Into the darkness It's so cold Infrared What if I freeze And drop Into the darkness?