Your Future Our Clutter

The Fall Your Future Our Clutter Lyrics
1.O.F.Y.C. Showcase

The little bacon mongers

There goes old Giles
There goes merry Archibald
There goes old Yeats, there
There goes that Yankee who gets
Ex-pats to go on
In fact, the Earl Holmes
Would run to the holy duke
And A denning in the 30's
Ex-pats!

Your future, our clutter
Your future, our clutter
Our future, your clutter
Toxic, I'll blend
Talk, complaint
Make your land
A showcase of Fall talent
Of water

Your future, our clutter
Your future, our clutter

There goes what's been done
Completes what's been done
Back and around, ink you lot

Our future, your clutter
I am your future
Sit up!
A showcase of talent
Of water, of waterfall

Ah-ahh-ah-ah-ahhh

Our future, your clutter
Our future, your clutter

Center for plain folk
Must be born

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2.Bury Pts. 1 + 3

I'm not from Bury
I'm not from Bury, man
I'm not from Bury
I'm not from Bury, man

Stop messing around pal
I'm wolverine
I'm from Bury
A French Prince, I said

This song means something
Every song means something

Bills
I got bills
I got bills
On my elbows
And two kids to go with it
I kill ... (?)

I'm on, I'm on
All that road is battle, battle plan
I'm from Bury, as in Bourrée
A French composition
On a fluted instrument
I can, I can

I can make strong lands
Rendering, writing off
Of the milk of my elbow
Read folders left-handed CD

And you will suffer all the seasons
On the sides of municipal buildings
And used to stop drafts
In glass fronted art homes

And one day a Spanish king
With a council of bad knaves
Tried to come to Bury

A new way of recording
A chain round the neck
Ding, off he trots
You can't say anything nowadays
I said if
I'm from Bury

Don't mess around, pal
I'm wolverine
I'm from Bury
'A French prince,' I said

This song means something
Every song means something
Automatic
Swap again
Hit it!

And two kids to go with it

I'm not from Bury
I'm not from Bury, man
I'm not from Bury
I'm not from Bury, man

Is the artistic Mark in fact
Got rid of vermin
Like the grey squirrels
By rooting out
Ben Marshall's articles
Or user recordings
On his vile manufacturing community

I'm from Bury


3.Mexico Wax Solvent

This is an extension of George; Mexico
And I tell you this
I tell you this
It is Aqua Rosa
Aqua Rosa
Aqua Rosa

The holy broke
And that hanging thirties ex-pat
Is owned on Quality Street

There goes old Ginio
There goes that Yorkie
There goes old Archibald Yeats

Mexico

X is the third consonant
They love their government in Mexico
Where are all Britain's lowest prices?

Trimidine is kicking in
And barbiturates are kicking in
I said where are Britain's lowest prices?
I dont make rice with screwdrivers
Or fry chicken with a trowel
Where's the bus depot?
Hand me a wrench or such a object
In this marvelous empire
It is winner of Britain's lowest Empire
And the lowest prices is Mexico

Clicky shoulders make me wince
A twelve-year old doctor
A fresh faced physician
Gives a note based on lies
So I don't have to stand at a door
Staring at old people and mothers

Extra-mentally drawn
Double placard drawn

I know it was my Aqua Rosa
I know it was my Aqua Rosa
I know it was my Aqua Rosa
I know it was my Aqua Rosa

I know it was
Surely again, look
In Mexico
For an obtuse Yeats
And a burnt lip
Just want a yellow limo
I know
Maggie would have
Too strong government to know
Got me in the taxi, man
Always want to mute the infant here
He isn't here
He promised me
I don't make chicken with rice screwdrivers
I don't blind people with a trowel
With some Bistro
Hand me a wrench
On a sloppy seat
And a vegetable on it


4.Cowboy George

George

Low-fat can me
I alone
Say what I want
I Hate you
Low-fat limeys
In Cavalry

Unseen footage
Unseen facts
Unseen knowledge

Low-fat limeys

I'd bite into
A mad sinner
I've lost the plot

Into the hill
Into the hill
Into the hill
Into the hill

Unseen knowledge
Unseen facts
Unseen footage

Unseen knowledge
Unseen hills
Unseen facts

On facts
On facts
On facts

I had two broken bottles
And I had two brown bottles
And a white nose as I entered
Five years of confinement
This is the story that enfolded
As it went on into the sea
Of unseen footage
And unseen facts
Unseen refinement
Unseen extension
Chicory tip in a shopping center
With a soundtrack again

All is beyond
Our equity your future again
Incensed, das Boat
Robin Redbreast
In my fate again

Unseen footage
Unseen facts
In exclamation
He is going


5.Hot Cake

Ah ah ah oooh

Hot came the wind
Hot came the wind
It was watery
It was Chino, like last song
Rolled oats
A man, a nasty slice of innocent

Step alligator
Or near to a skip
I went into a drip
I can't open the door
I can't open the door
My dialog is stock
My dialog is stock
Hot cake

And John said something
Bills is on TV
I can't answer the door
My dialog is declining
Oh God
Oh, a slippy

And all I got was a slippy floor
And all I get is a slippy floor

Hot cake
Slip, slide

I can't disagree
I get Mr.
I get Mr.
I get Mr. Spock
And for the mind
I get sloppy floor
And for the mind
I get slippy floor


6.Y.F.O.C. / Slippy Floor

Your future is our clutter
Is unable, a necessity
That doesn't involve a problem
This new approach
Is on the borders of necessity
I say to you, I say to you
Keep your own clutter
The encyclopedia of building and plumbing
Is on the CIDV, underneath you
The Masque of Red is coming around
We're gonna get married

On the floor of behest
Don't book down
Just keep and stay ahead

S.H. is a chance I get
In the land of finance retail
Slippy floor, in hospital
Talk taken on the land
I'm 95% more inside
Pay drake
I'm 95% in inside of B Drake
Walking down a little road
A beautiful lake I see and behold
Going closer, it's gorgeous
Then all I see is a slippy floor
And then I see
The slippy floor in apartment hall
You might like to scoff and guffaw
The slippy floor in view, apartment hall
Revere, wanted, two times, side gate
And you try the needle and pull on side gate
Your non-existence
Slippy floor
S.H. is a chance I take
In the land of finance retail
And all I get
Is a slippy floor in a hospital
Walking down the little road
A beautiful lake I see and behold
Going closer to inhale
Its gorgeous aroma and allure
But then I see
It's a slippy floor all over me
And all I get is a slippy floor
And all I take is a slippy floor
In apartment hall
The chance I took
Taken in the land of finance retail

A slippy floor all over me
I'm 95% inside of B Drake
Point taken in the land of finance retail
But all I see is a slippy floor
All I get is a slippy floor
All over me

One last cigarette's gonna do it
1-9-8-6 generator
That's all he wrote
1-9-8-6 generate...

'Received: Tuesday, May...'

'And I'm wondering if you happen to know his number or can get
it for me? I would like to speak to him, uh, if it's not too
much trouble. If you could let me know on 0161 795 5-double 1-3
and I hope you're both well. All the best to you, bye bye'

'So apart from mixing that, there's not really much more to do
with it, is there?'


7.Chino

This was an actual account
Of the operational experience
When he thought at first he was going out
In fact, he was going in for it

When do I quit?
Where do I quit?
I need to know
I can't leave this bench alone
To be with my darling
When do I quit?

C.O., can you digress
Self, when it came like the wind
Chino
One note, a slide
Mister
When do I quit this hell?
When do I quit this hospital?
My darling darling is waiting

Chino

The warmth that is inside
Cannot be made
By your own stain's ink
She has lips like Fedde Le Grand

The warmth that is sliding
Cannot be made
When do I quit?
Can I leave this trench alone?

You alright there, kid?

When can I leave this bed alone?
When can I leave this theater alone?
Chino
Chino in a suit
Chino


8.Funnel Of Love

Lyricist:Charlie Mccoy, Kent Westberry

Well, I'm going down, down, down
My mind is a wreck
My head is spinning around and around
In the funnel of love

It's such a crazy, crazy, crazy thing
I get weak in my knees
My whole head's spinning
As I go deep in the funnel of love

I tried and tried to run and hide
I even tried to run away
But you just can't hide from the tunnel of love
It's gonna get you someday
It's gonna get you someday

It's such a crazy, crazy, crazy thing
I get weak in my knees
My whole head's spinning
As I go deep in the funnel of love
Funnel of love

I'm in so deep

I tried and tried to run and hide
I even tried to run away
But you just can't hide from the funnel of love
It's gonna get you someday
It's gonna get you someday

It's gonna get you someday
It's gonna get you someday
It's gonna get you someday


9.Weather Report 2

Hello, how are you today?

I thought the vitamins would change my life
I walk down the city streets
I see weather reports

(It's like an ice rink)
Made a very, very, very big mistake
Nobody's called me sir in my entire life
(Nobody has ever called me sir)
You gave me the best years of my life
(The best years of my life)

I look to the past then the left
The whirlpools cascade over my face
(The whirlpools cascade)
And I watched Murder She Wrote
At least five times
The cast deserved to die
The whirlpools go wider and wider
Of words spoken

And you gave me the best years of my life
(You gave me the best years of my life)
You gave me the best years of my life
(You gave me the best years of my life)

Weather reports
It's like an ice rink
Limescale
In a Mediterranean retarded (?)
Mediterranean it is not
Three days a week
I hacked my TV

I miss my family in Oxford
That's why I hope to get to back
That's what I'm looking at
That's what I'm looking forward to
That's the way it goes
That's the way it goes

You gave me the best years of my life
You gave me the best years of my life
The whirlpools get wider and wider
The whirlpools get wider and wider
Nobody has ever called me sir in my entire life
Nobody has ever called me sir in my entire life
The whirlpools cascade over the smoking tent

But then, anathema (?) gave up Tuesday
Chino hyphen lap
Cheap, crispy guitar
Nobody has called me
Nobody has the medium
The whirlpools cascade
Over widening, widening, widening

Never mind Jackson
What about Saxons
Recording of lost London
You don't deserve rock 'n' roll