#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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#50

ROY, JUST A BOY, JUST A BOY WITH THE BIGGEST HEAD IN SCHOOL

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#51

Pretty much anything Cocteau Twins

Cherry-Coloured Funk

Beetles and eggs and blues and pour a little everything else
You steam a lens stable eyes and glass
Not get pissed off through my bird lips as good news
Still we can find our love down from behind
Down far behind this fabulous, my turn rules

Beetles and eggs and blues and bells and eggs and then blued
Beetles and eggs and blues and pour a little everything else

You steam a lens stable eyes and glass
Not get pissed off through my bird lips as good news
You’ll hang the hearts black and dull as the night
We hanged your pass and start being as you in ecstasty

Still being cried and laughed at before
Should I be sewn in hugged I can by not saying
Still being cried and laughed at from light to blue
And should I be hugged and tugged down through this tiger’s masque

And should I be sung and unbroken by not saying
You mind not saying
He’ll hang that heart’s black and dull as the night

Still being cried and laughed at from behind me, from gains
We hanged your pass and star being as you in ecstasy
Still being cried and laughed at from behind me, from gains
Should I be sung and unbroken by not saying
Still being cried and laughed at from behind me, from gains
Hugged and tugged down through this tiger’s masque for key

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#52

Was going to put this :grinning:

Mr Bright Light is a big Prefab Sprout fan and told me they wrote this song as a jokey parody of nonsensical pop songs- as is they way with songs band write as a throwaway thing it became massive! Still the best nonsense lyrics.

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