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Titolo: Julian Cope "Fried"

Reynard the Fox
Hey in the pouring rain, when the smell of terror brings a thousand eyes
The red men come again, they kill my children and they kill my wife
And they leave me bleeding, family dead, just freaking out bleeding
Stoned in the gutter, emptied of my colour
I`m fried, fried, taken in the side, Finally twitch from side to side
I`m fried, fried, taken in the side, Finally twitch from side to side
Run ,run, Reynard, run, run, run
You`ve got to run for an hour and you`re still not done
You`ve got to run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
away, away, away, away, away
Hey in the Ice and snow
When the call up sounds to the real in deed
But do you really wanna know
How we rode into freedom on whimsy and greed?
And they said your time is over, I don`t see any gallant calls
I don`t see an inch of freedom, `cept to leave me bleeding, bleeding,
bleeding bleeding,
I`m fried, fried, taken in the side, Finally twitch from side to side
I`m fried, fried, taken in the side, Finally twitch from side to side
Run ,run, Reynard, run, run, run
You`ve got to run for an hour and you`re still not done
You`ve got to run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
away, away, away, away, away
(Repeat)
Reynard left and went to Warwickshire, to a mound near a railway line, with
canals and a freezing swamp. He climbs high up into the countryside and
breathes freely. To the south he could see Polesworth, and to the north he
could just make out the ruins of the priory where Joss and I played cricket
as children, we were only three miles away, probably drinking tea and
talking.
(Have you heard about the orphan, sitting by the coffin)
at the same time as he was taking the Stanley knife out of the bag. He
pushed the point into his stomach
(His fathers not a sinner no more)
until the light shone through, and then he reached down, and he took the
bag, it`s a plastic bag, with plastic handles and plastic sides and and and
and and he spilled his guts all over the stage, he spilled his guts all over
the stage.
Bill Drummond Said
Give me one good reason why I shouldn`t win
(Bill Drummond said, Bill Drummond said)
If a falling leaf can`t help my suffering
(Bill Drummond said, Bill Drummond said)
And tied a sack around my feet, to teach me how to float.,
"Get out," she cried, in the minute she died, he folded up her coat
And the family cried, go spinning `cross the sky
(Bill Drummond said, Bill Drummond said)
If I sit and pray my Christmas tree will die
(Bill Drummond said, Bill Drummond said)
And if his life gets out of hand, and if his face turns blue
These things are sent to try us and what more can we do?
And then he walked around my garden and sniffed around my coat
And then I looked around to see him, his hands around her throat
(Bill Drummond said, Bill Drummond said)
If a falling leaf can`t help me
(Bill Drummond said, Bill Drummond said)
If a falling leaf can`t help me
(Bill Drummond said, Bill Drummond said)
If a falling leaf can`t help me
(Bill Drummond said, Bill Drummond said)
If a falling leaf can`t help me
Laughing Boy
The wind it plays upon your hair
A vision of a glorious sea
The wind that follows down from there
Incarcerates the sea
The waking hours are the loneliest ones
For the sinister boys like me
Travelling east, straight lines from the past
Unhappy in morality
Oh oh oh no don`t cast me out of here
Oh oh oh no don`t cast me out of here
Oh oh oh no don`t cast me out I said no
I`ve got no place to go
King and queen of my estate, my real estate surreal
The King and Queen have offered me the estate of Robert Peel
Is it talent you need? Write the talents you seek,
Write the talent clear for me and the sign that says
Clean the carpet knave like the carpet I rolled away
Oh oh oh no don`t cast me out of here
Oh oh oh no don`t cast me out of here
Oh oh oh no don`t cast me out I said no
I`ve got no place to go
The wind it plays upon your hair, so ever so gloriously
So be content with the aple spent on the William Tell of me
As the faces they bleed watch them dull and recede
Won`t you help to keep my spirit clear
Stay a week and a day and never go away
Be forever in my prescence dear
Oh oh oh no don`t cast me out of here
Oh oh oh no don`t cast me out of here
Oh oh oh no don`t cast me out I said no
I`ve got no place to go
Me Singing
I May be there
Maybe try to comfort me with my vacant stare
Which hangs above a vacant chair
You're eyes are lost in mine
Or are they my eyes lost in yours
I try to entwine, the wonder that we have there
Oh no no dear
Have you been coming here again
Listening to me singing
Or is it me singing loud and clear
And I was not without you
Though I tried so hard to be you
No no not without you
I'm being very good at being you
But all the times that we shared
I knew that my eyesight was being impared
I knew something was wrong
And I soon found out it was bad
And everything I do
Seems to be reflecting you
I try my hand at work
Work seems to be for an earlier person
I'm not to late
Please don't leave me out there you say
All the time, I feel that all the time
I was there singing
I was there singing
But you never knew
All the times I spent being you
To make up for you not being there
And all those times we shared
Sunspots
Sunspots, changing there
Walking round with my very best friend
I've got a love song in my head
Strolling round with my very best friend
She looks good looks fine to me
I', in love with my very best friend
Meeeohh it goes away
And Meeeohh it goes away
Sunspots, changing gear
Driving round with my very best friend
I've got a love song in my head
Holding on to my very best friend
We look back but I can't see
Moving on with my very best friend
She looks good fine to me
I'm in love with my very best friend
Meeeohh it goes away
And Meeeohh it goes away
And Meeeohh it goes away
And Meeeohh it goes away, way way
The Bloody Assizes
Tell your plans hangman
I built these gallows for you
My mind is full of rights
I am your judge, your jury to
You are not martyrs to freedom
Wasting away by the road
Miles and miles of destruction I bring to your cause
Give me your eyes hangman
You got no use for them now
Tie me with reason and guilt
Make these cold hands feel warm
Hear but my deeds are a blessing
Run, I can run, I can run
Over the books and the learning I stumble a time
Listen with mouth open wonder
Lose, I can Lose, I can lose
These four walls crumble as I can not live by the rules
So I call on my hounds
Come along for a ride
And if you want to swing in trees
Refuse to live upon your knees
And you will never need to hide
I do denounce them
Search Party
I came upon you
In bright and shinning sun
Oh tell it does come over me
Your secret is undone
And soon I saw you sleeping
And softly in my bed
I gaze my eyes around you
So softly in my bed
Then I hold out my hand
And I pray
For the very young
The cradle is disgusting
It's brittle and it's old
I threw it down the mountainside
Our child you must hold
I must care for the both of you
And keep you from the cold
And keep you from eternity
For you can not be sold
Then I hold out my hand
And I pray
For the very young
O King of Chaos
The ground it shook as Eli told his tale
The River, river rolls and it can't be beat
The waves ah wayed him down like a heavy load
Oh he went down and he didn't breathe
O king of chaos won't you love your son
My mind is disconnected not the only one
You didn't want any love at all
You tried to leave me stranded but I just moved on
In my light, In my light, In my light, In my light
When I went down I was a willing load
They tie me by me hands and feet and leave me in the road
Paddy's in disgrace and he's in a rage
They're looking on the ground and they can't get back
O king of chaos won't you love your son
My mind is disconnected not the only one
You didn't want any love at all
You tried to leave me stranded but I just moved on
In my light, In my light, In my light, In my light
Holy Love
My infatuation with the first minute of my life
When I defied description and my mind was brutalised
I shake shake shake with too much joy and too much revery
Who`s that rolling in the hay the baby Jesus or the cavalry
No it`s me and my adrenaline
Just chop me like a lime
Be a love that lasts forever
Be a love that`s so divine
More than, Holy, holy
Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy love
So in desperation, caught by the swallowing man
If I were your father I`d beat you hard, slap you down with the palm of my
hand
We could be so ambitious, naked not for long
Run for the hills and wait for me I`ll meet you there at dawn
Me I wait for no one
Be it every single time
Be a love that lasts forever
Be a love that`s so divine
More than, Holy, holy
Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy love
Hurry back, hurry to the scene of the crime
I can`t stand that noise in my ears
Well I`ll soon be saying, shouting, screaming
Things I`ve known for years
Me and my adrenaline
and every single time
Need a love that lasts forever
Need a love that`s so divine
More than, Holy, holy
Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy love
Torpedo
If I knew that there was
Any other way to you
I'd walk sand and miles
Any other way get close to you
But you I could never share
Oh I wouldn't have it any other way
And everything I have to say
Has probably been said many better ways
Sometimes I have you in my head
And loving with you I am happy
I think of things to say to you
Of evenings we spent in another place
And everything feels so good here
Hand in hand in this other place
The things I do make you stare
Oh I wouldn't have it any other way
I sit alone and take care of my head
All the feelings that I have in front of me
Changes that we could have made
All the things that we could have done together

Reynard the Fox
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Ah, il buon Giuliano.
Mi ricordo quando eravamo io, lui, Pete Burns e Pete Wylie in giro per
i bar di Liverpool a fare le Mystery Girls...
Poi, naturalmente, ho conosciuto Angus e i suoi pantaloncini mi hanno
colpito al cuore.
Ho dovuto, capite? Ho dovuto lasciare Julian. Ma credetemi, ho
sofferto davvero.
Tanto.
Poi ho acquistato una trousse di Pupa e sono uscito con la ciurma
della Vittorio Veneto in trasferta, e le cose sono un po' migliorate.
Beam'n'Furter
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Reynard the Fox
ooooh, ricominciamo coi copincolla chilometrici?
almeno posta il testo di mik mak mok!
vabbč va, due parole su autogeddon, dopo i consueti 10-15 ascolti:
ficco. al livello di jehovahkill, solo un po' meno accessibile e diretto
(e non "raffinato", come avevo detto). nella foto interna del booklet č
spaventoso, pare l'uomo di similaun con l'occhio da invasato, maronn.
autogeddon blues=soul desert+upwards at 45°. 6 euro al 23, ciapa (sempre
a 6 euro anche niun niggung dei mouse on mars).
č uscita pure una nuova antologia, vista oggi, bah.
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