1.Mr. Wilson
i believe you mr wilson
I believe the things you say
And i'm always thinking of you
When i hear your music play
And you know it's true
That wales is not like california in any way
And when i listen to your music
You're still thousands of miles away
Take your mixes not your mixture
Add some music to our day
Don't believe the things they tell you
Don't let them get in your way
And you know that it's true
Wales is not like california in any way
And everytime i hear hear your music
You're still thousands of miles away
Califorinia wine is fine...
2.Taking It All Away
3.Dirty Ass Rock'n'roll
Well it's too damn early and your eyes are bleeding
From the vicious bottle the night before
And the last thing you need is a nicety-nice
And small talk crawls out your ears
Maybe it makes you feel just like an undercover sigmund freud
I hear it makes you feel just like an undercover sigmund freud
Hey there, hey now, hey there, hey now
Well you can make a pacemaker blink, yeah, easy thing
Make a man's heart go bibbity-bom bippity-bom bippity-bom
Like a gentle drum
And knowing you it ain't ever done
So go on, go on, go on, darling, go on
Yeah go on, go on darling, go on, go on
Yeah, the secretaries and typewriters chattering away
Chatter-chatter-chatter-chatter
Chatter-chatter-chatter, chatter away
It ought to make you sick when you hear a woman cry
When she don't get just whatever she wants
But not my woman, she just keeps on keeping on,
That's my woman, my woman
That moving on shuffle side to side
That sure can turn me on
Dirty ass rock'n'roll
Dirty ass rock'n'roll
Dirty ass rock'n'roll
Dirty ass rock'n'roll
Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now
And the beach is a thing and the bees don't sting
Like complaining from a downtown whore
I got my plasma patches and my hypodermic in hermetically sealed
kid gloves
Yeah tell me
Tell me tell me tell me tell me
Tell me
Tell me tell me tell me tell me
Dirty ass rock'n'roll
Dirty ass rock'n'roll
Dirty ass rock'n'roll
Dirty ass rock'n'roll
4.Darling I Need You
Woke up early this morning
Something wrong inside my head
Took a look around for breakfast
First thing i see is you're not there
So where were you, where were you？
Where were you, when i needed you？
Where were you, where were you？
When i needed you to see me through？
Oh something wrong, now what's gone wrong here
Looked in the mirror, broken white
Lucky to be alive and kicking
Kicking a lot of life around here
But where were you, where were you？
Yeah, where were you when i needed you？
Where were you, where were you？
When i needed you to see me through？
Ah, 'cause darling darling i need you
Yeah, darling darling i do
Darling darling i need you
Yes you know i do
Shefton brought me the message
Said you got out at galveston
Church of christ jesus, kentucky
Rattlesnakes and strychnine and prayer
So, where were you, where were you？
Yeah, where were you when i needed you？
Where were you, where were you？
When i needed you to see me through
Oh darling darling i need you
'cause darling darling i do
Oh, darling darling i need you
Yes you know i do
Oh, yeah yeah yeah you know i do
5.Rollaroll
6.Heartbreak Hotel
Words：mae b. axton - tommy durden - elvis presley
Music：mae b. axton - tommy durden - elvis presley
Well, since my baby left me,
I found a new place to dwell.
It's down at the end of lonely street
At heartbreak hotel.
You make me so lonely baby,
I get so lonely,
I get so lonely i could die.
And although it's always crowded,
You still can find some room.
Where broken hearted lovers
Do cry away their gloom.
You make me so lonely baby,
I get so lonely,
I get so lonely i could die.
Well, the bell hop's tears keep flowin',
And the desk clerk's dressed in black.
Well they been so long on lonely street
They ain't ever gonna look back.
You make me so lonely baby,
I get so lonely,
I get so lonely i could die.
Hey now, if your baby leaves you,
And you got a tale to tell.
Just take a walk down lonely street
To heartbreak hotel.
7.Ski Patrol
8.I'm Not The Loving Kind
9.Guts
The bugger in the short sleeves fucked my wife
Did it quick and split
Back home, fresh as a daisy to maisy, oh maisy
And the twelve-bore it stood in the corner
Quite operatic in its self disgust
It blew him all over the living room floor
Like parrot shit, parrot spit, parrot shit was shot
Now suppose it was someone familiar
Someone we all would know
Embarrasing denouement, ne c'est pas？
Familiar hyperbole
And there would go the secret plot
The piss had missed the hole in the pot
Like that ancient teenage dream
From soul to poison soul to poison soul
Guts, guts, got no guts
And stitches don't help at all
Guts, guts, got no guts
Holes in the body, holes in the legs
Holes in the forehead, holes in the head
Holes in the body, holes in the legs
There should never be holes at all
There should never be holes at all
So： kill all you want or more
Make sure, do it right
Dead is dead, and door nails forget
And then you'll notice
How the waster and the wasted
Get to look like one another
In the end, in the end
In the end, in the end
In the end, in the end
In the end, in the end
10.The Jeweller
Very slowly he sipped his tea, not shifting his glance from the
thick double spaced printing he read with his jeweller's eye
Engrossed in his corner, he passed onto the other inhabitants of
the room a scrawled insularity of time and space
For both passed him by with the speed of light, not unlike the
flow of substance, however varied, into that lysergic entity
known as the black hole
He was hardly ugly for his time, and conversation was certainly
not lost on him
Drastic measures were called for, and as in antiquity the lonely
man was blessed with wisdom to the point of desperation
But there in his corner, developing around him like a sun, was a
climate of such rare beauty that sight and sound could no longer
be considered sufficient food for the senses
And he had begun to notice, as his hearing failed, that mind and
matter were in no way connected to one other, as if in fact the
one could not propose and prove its erotic existence in terms of
Ther
'what does this word mean？' he enquired of the solemn waiter
hopefully
'nothing for desert sir', came the reply, 'perhaps a cocktail,
demitasse or a herbal essence, it helps the breathing you know
sometimes'. 'the bill, if you don't mind＆qu
Quickly he shot back
And as the patter of the feet faded in the room, for he barely
heard them now, his eye slowly began to close, and by the time
he emerged on the sunny street he was forced to rely entirely on
the
R eye for help, but happily it continued its many functions,
blinking gently for lubrication, and registering images
It was rush hour, in hawaii only 10am
So, turning into his street, he stopped at the drug store and
bought an eye patch that soon covered the reluctant eye
Climbing the stairs he pondered what to do next, he would call a
doctor and have tests made, eat nourishing food and if necessary
consent to surgery, the last resort of the gambling man
And at 1am he awoke from a dream and after fumbling his way in
the obolescent light of his room he peered into the rusty veins
of his mirror and lifted away the patch
What he saw astonished him. where once was tremulous tissue and
membrane was now a follicle and perfectly formed vagina with
vulva, overgrown and mysterious, unrevealing and still to the
untrain
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But in the deep dark recesses of that sticky occlusion lay the
unclosing watchful eye of disgust in its closing moments,
lunging forward and hungry for the cold light of days
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