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CH​*​PPY

by Babylon Squeak

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1.
NOBODY’S FOOL Hotwirin’, backfirin’ It’s the trade of the tools On the Chards, off the cards Lock the doors, I climb the walls Oh! Gimme a call You won’t find me in rock’n’roll fame’s grand hall Oh! Gimme a call I’m everyone’s joker and nobody’s fool I’m aloof, I’m a goof I make and break my own rules It’s a racket. make a packet Rip it up in pubs, clubs and malls Oh! Gimme a call I’m exorcising a pack of Gauls Oh! Gimme a call I’m everyone’s joker and nobody’s fool Look at my crooked teeth - I couldn’t afford no braces Take me to the mutt or nag races Win me a buck or two. I can see a mirage - Of a desert in an oasis Don’t know where the State of Grace is Is it on a map a blind man drew? Oh! Gimme a call I’m everyone’s joker and nobody’s fool Oh! Gimme a call I’m everyone’s joker and nobody’s fool
2.
Dead Leg 05:47
DEAD LEG Dead leg - it’s the living end Dead leg - I’m twisted, going round the bend Dead leg - don’t be a fool, it’s a bad trip These are the days my diary dearly wants to skip Dead leg… I’m confined to this scratchy bed Doctor’s orders I must obey With a divebombing fly for company Like a toppled dictator’s statue I lay Watching shadows grow Where does the wind go? Praise Marx and pass the laudanum If I don’t get well soon Next stop: autopsy room Cause of death: overdose of boredom Dead leg… Left foot painfully elevated A horizontal stormtrooper My unpillowed bean can’t see the TV Steaming in a semi-super stupor The control It’s too remote It’s inches beyond my clawing reach And where’s my wallet? Nurse has got it Melting my cards on some scorching beach Dead leg - it’s the living end Dead leg - I’m twisted, going round the bend For all the social sympathedia And smiley-faced wishes for a cure-all My guest book remains unsigned It’s just two names away from going plural This is how I realise now Why my bedside is people-nude here Social media, aye? Is one fat stinking lie What they mean is social you, dear Dead leg Bananas are bruised, all the water’s used Batteries and fags have run out Could this so-called life get any wronger? Of course it can! Come in, Mr Gout Oh, that’s torn it There’s a thousand hornets Drilling their way out of my big toe Their over-sharpened picks Are sulphuric acid-tipped They’ve hit a nerve and they won’t let go Dead leg - it’s the living end Dead leg - I’m twisted, going round the bend Dead leg - don’t be a fool, it’s a bad trip These are the days my diary dearly wants to skip Dead leg
3.
THE ENEMY WITHIN Think you’re free to say what you like But what you like is dictated by me; You’re defined by the rags you’re wrapped in And all the crap you hear’n’taste’n’see. Grab your loudhailers and protest banners Swayed you’re giving the State a shake; Your parade is through a dreamworld I made Only I can make you wake. Troop into my cubicles Let’s see if you know how to spell ‘X’; That’s the extent of your democratic power I suppress the rest. Convinced you’re an artist Cursed by originality But I set the bar down on the ground To accommodate your banality. I keep the dirt-stained stinking homeless On the street in full view To scare you into doing What I want you to. Think these the froth-lipped babblings Of a cooked brain in a tinfoil hat? Good, because my plan was to exactly Make you think just that. Fascism is easy with eyes closed And if you give it a good beat And your homes are nice’n’cosy Sound shoes warming your cold feet. I tampered with your moral compass You’re marching down the dead end lane Singing songs in praise of yourself You don’t hear the midnight train. Think it won’t happen here? Where have you been, my dear? If I gave you a million guesses to guess me You would still give in Get your finger crawling along my calling card I’M THE ENEMY WITHIN I’M THE ENEMY WITHIN Like flyshit, I’m invisible, omnipresent Coursing through your veins Strangling your imagination Locking the cells of your brain. Causing sex, class and race conflicts That’s how I keep control Ignorance is the global currency Or didn’t you know? I’m the master of the quintuple bluff And I decide if and when you’ve had enough If I gave you a million guesses to guess me You would still give in Get your finger crawling along my calling card I’M THE ENEMY WITHIN I’M THE ENEMY WITHIN
4.
THE LAST HELLO Am I in your dream Or are you in mine? Is this where you rise high And I decline? Come all this way, so much to say And nothing to show. I’m no good at goodbyes Let’s make this the last hello Each tear dries in time Each flower dies and rots You like to drink, so open and sink A bottle of forget-me-lots. The way we were’s not the way we are Love will ebb and flow I’m no good at goodbyes Make this our last hello

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Video for ‘Dead Leg’: vimeo.com/288795651

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released September 8, 2018

Special Guest Star:
Phil Harris (of Poundshop Glasses and The Mudcats): harmonica (1, 2)

Recorded by Thomson in the master ballroom of Toppo Towers, July 2018.
Mixed by Hamilton in a bucket with a big stick at The Hamilslum, August 2018.
Mastered by Si Beex at the Vulnavium, September 2018

Artwork: Halal Mop Unit
(Tidied up by Dave Pope.)

Written, performed & produced by BABYLON SQUEAK

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