#29

Any Beck lyrics would do

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#31

Also still have a soft spot for that ghost/toast rhyme

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#32

One of us is a cigar stand
And one of us is
A lovely blue incandescent guillotine
The edge of creation is blurred and blushed
Not a lot of room to grow
Inside this leather terrarium

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#34

The chimney on her isn’t nonsense as such - it’s a reference to the other woman being a witch and deserving a house drop on her head, like in The Wizard of Oz. Thanks.

#35

Jesus christ
lord of flies
in disguise
fuck !

#36

Plenty of Beefheart to choose from, this is a fine example of his off-the-cuff word association:

Ink mathematics, grey mass ecstatics
Noggin elastics, cerebral tatics
Cranium classics, brainium domics
Denizen omics, grey massmatistics

Quantum puree, it’s plain to feel, hard to see
Fission antics, abombastics
Death antiques, wrong deductions
Poor instructions, mass destructions
Peace antiques

Singing ink mathematics, hop along with me
Ink mathematics, moon to a flea
Ink mathematics, I breathe black and white
Day and night, grey gymnastics
Ink math-a-ratics, mathfantastics
Ink mathematics, moon to a flea
Ink mathematistics, hop along with me

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#37

That’s great, it starts with an earthquake
Birds and snakes, and aeroplanes
And Lenny Bruce is not afraid
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn
World serves its own needs
Don’t mis-serve your own needs
Speed it up a notch, speed, grunt, no, strength
The ladder starts to clatter
With a fear of height, down, height
Wire in a fire, represent the seven games
And a government for hire and a combat site
Left her, wasn’t coming in a hurry
With the Furies breathing down your neck
Team by team, reporters baffled, trumped, tethered, cropped
Look at that low plane, fine, then
Uh oh, overflow, population, common group
But it’ll do, save yourself, serve yourself
World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed
Tell me with the Rapture and the reverent in the right, right
You vitriolic, patriotic, slam fight, bright light
Feeling pretty psyched

It’s the end of the world as we know it
It’s the end of the world as we know it
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine

Six o’clock, T.V. hour, don’t get caught in foreign tower
Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn
Lock him in uniform, book burning, bloodletting
Every motive escalate, automotive incinerate
Light a candle, light a motive, step down, step down
Watch your heel crush, crush, uh oh
This means no fear, cavalier, renegade and steering clear
A tournament, a tournament, a tournament of lies
Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline

It’s the end of the world as we know it (I had some time alone)
It’s the end of the world as we know it (I had some time alone)
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine (time I had some time alone)
I feel fine (I feel fine)

It’s the end of the world as we know it (time I had some time alone)
It’s the end of the world as we know it (time I had some time alone)
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine (time I had some time alone)

The other night I drifted nice continental drift divide
Mountains sit in a line, Leonard Bernstein
Leonid Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs
Birthday party, cheesecake, jellybean, boom
You symbiotic, patriotic, slam but neck, right?! right

It’s the end of the world as we know it (time I had some time alone)
It’s the end of the world as we know it (time I had some time alone)
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine (time I had some time alone)

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#38

The headshrinkers, they want my everything, my uncle Bill, my Belisha beacon.

#39

Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon.

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#40

Love is not love
When it’s a coat hanger

#41

Can I buy inflatable dictators anywhere round here?
Iron age Mums are haunting my kagoule

#42

This here song, is about John W Smoke Junior
It’s about bein’ in love and lovin’ the love that’s hatin’ the love
The love and the love and the hate that’s lovin with all
It’s around the love that’s hate that’s the hate that’s the love
And the love is the love that is the hate that’s hatin’ the love
It’s lovin’ the hate
It’s about John W Smoke’s mom, it’s with his mom
It’s about his mom it’s about his mom it’s about lovin his mom
And bein’ without his mom and lovin’ the hate that’s hatin’ the love
And his mom and all the time they’re there
Hatin’ the hate that’s lovin’ the hate it’s love it’s the love that’s hate
And it goes somethin’ about like this
John E Smoke, oh John E Smoke
John Smoke, oh John E Smoke
Woah John E Smoke, John E John E John E John
John, John Smoke
John E Smoke
Here we go
John, John was a little crippled midget lesbian boy
But stood ten foot tall with a knife
Pretty soon the mole had appeared on John’s left leg
And real black it extended out 469 different miles
And verily verily it was 69 different nuns
Speaking simotainesouly to John in 69 different languages
And then it evolved itself and it was the legless dog that became
A cyclone in John’s father’s fore head
And there is was like a twinkie with a halo storm in it
And it revolved down into the sky and talked to John
Like he was a little puppy himself
And John said that I am not the magma, I am not the crust
And I shall evolve when the rain had come down here and washed on John
And he said that I will be a cigarette butt before it’s all done with
And they said no, you are the flame itself and you shall burn pure
In the South American sky where the blood dogs worship the stairway
John E Smoke, oh John E Smoke
Oh John Smoke, ooo OW!
John E Smoke, oh John E Smoke
Oh oh John E Smoke
Oh John E John E John E John E John E John E John E John E John E
John E John E Jooooooooooooooooo
And so brainlessly leglessly hairlessly the foil tip top of itself
And revealed to John that the kiawe twe luxury liner extended out of John’s left side
And so it had preach you in Mars with a saram backwards
And upwardly they did evolve
Downward they fell like a thin sheet of waste product that would come over John’s body
His body was no longer the primeval express itself
And he could be the dog and the dog’s eyes which had blood comin’ out like they were
Roped around John’s leg and pulled him up, like he was a canoe and and he flew
On the live peasants himself, the South American where he was in love

You could pick any Butthole Surfers song really but this one off Hairway To Steven will do!

#43

Penelope Cruz is a big fan of that lyric too

#44

“Imitating rhododendrons to get work
Job search”

There’s a lot of Fall to choose from actually

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#45

The masters have to be Why?

Today I fell asleep in a bath of hair
Hair that once sprouted from my own white wet chalk follicles
I swallow a coal and follow my breath
And I did it with the grapefruit soap, thinking of you

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#46

Hot dog
Jumping frog
Albuquerque

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#47

Gold lion’s gonna tell me where the light is,
Gold lion’s gonna tell me where the light is,
Take our hands out of control,
Take our hands out of control

Now, tell me what you saw,
Tell me what you saw,
There was a crowd of seeds,
Inside, outside,
I must have done a dozen each

It was the height I threw, the weight,
The shell was crushing you,
I’ve been around a few

Tell me what you saw,
I’ll tell you what to…
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ohh ohh
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ohh ohh

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#48

Watch out for the gypsy children in electric dresses
They’re insane
I heard they live in crematoriums
And smoke your remains

#49

There’s at least one brilliant nonsense line in every Future of the Left song

First three songs on their last album for example

The gammon on the bed was fine, Danny
The gammon on the bed was fine

In a former life
He was Ron Pearlman’s gas tank
Til he leaked all over the morning

If twenty therapists want to tempt me with their tit-rings
They should know that I own a werewolf and the sense to use it

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