Nursery Rhymes For Old Men

by schoolbusdriver

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released November 20, 2010

reverend [vocals]
sbd [guitar]
papa jo [bass]
binbin [drums]

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Jean Aptel [recording]
Raphaël Seguin [mixing]
Carl Saff [mastering]
Lionel Fahy [drawing]
sbd [design]

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Track Name: Red Dwarf Dripping Blood
Hey captain we are sinking
I like the way you’re thinking
My dwarf is sad and bleeding
My dwarf is sad and feeding
A man crawls into your soul
I see you dig a deep hole
My MP is a Tory
Will you read me a story?

This kind of behaviour
Won’t send us to the saviour
This kind of behaviour
Does not do you a favour

It is so simple to
Be here and be gone and
Be lonely I am off
Floating again

I admire you when I guess
I know you’ve put it all in
The place you’ve got your good face
We cannot all be heroes

An army of zeros
An army of zeros
An army of zeros
An army of zeros

My life is bright and shiny
And you can’t try to find me
My future’s bright and shiny
You cannot try to find me
And I love everyone
And this is so much fun
And I love everyone
I’d love to make you come
I’ll say goodbye to you now
You know we will not allow
I’ll say goodbye to you now
Maybe I’ll show you all how
Track Name: Santiag Breaks Your Balls
Hitting on the table with the hammer and fist,
can you get another vomit before you get pissed?
Riding on a daisy and shouting at God.
Drinking all the coffee and finding that odd.

Come on, get it, do it, show it,
getting on fast so we’re going to have to slow it.
The stars in your eyes have got aids tonight
and the body in your breath is turning white.

Tapping on a cunt with a cricket bat.
Erection in direction of a piece of fat.
The light from the fight is much too tight,
and the brain in the wife is burning bright.

Come on, get it, do it, show it,
getting on fast so we’re going to have to slow it.
The stars in your eyes have got aids tonight
and the body in your breath is turning white.

Cheese kiss.
Creamy.
Masterpiece of psychology.
Going into a new shop.
Now would be a good time to stop.
Buying some shoes.
Nothing else to sing but the blues.
Getting beaten up by boys.
Nothing else to hear but noise.

Wear those boots.
Wear them well.
The gunman shoots.
Go to hell.

Driving around the city roads
waiting for the signal to explode.
Driving around the city roads
waiting for the whole world to explode.

Come on, get it, do it, show it,
getting on fast so we’re going to have to slow it.
The stars in your eyes have got aids tonight
and the body in your breath is turning white.

He is off into the house.
He is cooking in a shed.
He is trying to be a mouse.
At least I think that’s what he said.
Track Name: Bob Kenchington
I heard of a fan
a burger man.
He went to a show
a long time ago.
He offered his badge
his identity.
He could not detach
his existence from me.

Bob, Bob, Bob, we love you
Bob, Bob, Bob, who are you?
Bob, Bob, Bob, where are you now?
Bob Kenchington.

That’s all we know
zero.
His uniform
is now withdrawn.
Or maybe not.
A life of meat.
The life of a man
a life complete.

Bob, Bob, Bob, we love you
Bob, Bob, Bob, who are you?
Bob, Bob, Bob, where are you now?
Bob Kenchington.

And now his name
has crossed the seas.
A living legend…
can you feel the breeze?
A story to tell,
a tale to invent.
Make up your own,
create the event.
He’s not a myth,
I swear he exists.
He lives here on earth
I’m not a fabulist.
Maybe one day
we will finally meet
before this song
becomes obsolete.
I put my faith
in the heavens above.
He will bring joy
he will bring love.
He’s got a job
the head of the mob.
He’s not a slob
his name is Bob Kenchington.

I feel my heart throb.
My brain is a blob.
I want to sob when I think of Bob.
Track Name: My Black Hole Theory
Let’s
get shot
for the first time
in
the mountains
we both
fall together.
Japanese women
push
away
the
dropping bombs
catching clouds,
catching clouds,
catching clouds
in my black hole.

The pieces of metal are slowly
forcing themselves out of my fingertips.
Turn right for the village on the coast
the bus there will take you to town.

If
you all
put
your hands
behind
your back
that’ll do.
Give us the folding
chair.
Too much.
The woman
next
in line
is married
to a dentist.
Death make love.

The Japanese man is happy
with the Japanese pornography.
The water is rising
the army has arrived.
No time. No time.

My sperm
is all
over
her mouth,
got to
go on
a night
mission by bike.
I
am with
the drummer
being
attacked
by dogs
persuaded
that someone had lied.

The box of effects pedals.
Not enough space on stage.
Lie down in the mess and relax
I found it on the shelves battered and broken.

Complicated, all mixed up, complicated, all mixed up, complicated, all mixed up, complicated, all mixed up.

The band is playing in Wales, this is so exciting! Broken leads (have to uses the spare ones). Clumsy driver pushed into the box. The purple box fell on to the technician’s head.

Out
side there
is
an army
base. Put
that away.
Put that away
they
might think
that it’s
a rifle.
Those
cushions
are brilliant.

We can’t get these trains to crash.
Track Name: I Am The Worm
I am the worm
I come in every hole.
Track Name: Drowner
DROWNER
DROWNER
DROWNER
DROWNER

From the sky
to the ground.
Five point one and the dolby surround.
Check out the sound.

One two three four five six seven. Dogma
heaven.

Wisdom vision and stereo sight
selling the world for a slice of delight.
Paradise here and apocalypse there
better beware if you don’t pay your fare.
Feel my funk.
Shake my chunk.
Here comes the monk
but the bitch is drunk.

I read a story but the pages were blank.
No money in the bank, just a guitar skank.

DROWNER
DROWNER
DROWNER
DROWNER

Maybe the time has come my man.
She said that you can’t but I’m sure you can.
Shoulder to the door if it gets hardcore.
The boar is raw but you’re asking for more.

The sun and the moon deep in the skin.
Red, red, red, and we’re rubbing it in.
No more water; wait for the plumber
it’s quarter to four in the middle of the summer.
I haven’t seen the truth for at least a week.
Listen to the angel speak:
“what the fuck are you doing?
What the fuck are you doing?
What the fuck are you doing?”

DROWNER
DROWNER
DROWNER
DROWNER

He’s been making love all night,
now he is late for breakfast.
She didn’t want to fuck because
people were throwing rocks at her.

Eating too many yoghurts.
The spider might have escaped.
Jumping all over the bus, asking to be baptised.

DROWNER
DROWNER
DROWNER
DROWNER

Music is waking me up.
You bastard let my wife sleep.
We’ve got a busy day ahead of us,
maybe we’ll die before the sun sets.
Track Name: Multiple Vaginas
A friend with long black hair
is in goal
in my team: “Bloodstream”.
Lots of football players. I score
with my knee
(hippy).
I girl I know
(but it’s not her).
Ridiculous.
Ridiculous.
Talks about cocaine.
Too many dogs,
only one cat.
Diplomat.
That we can’t find.
Once found,
it’s not mine:
resign.
Green dollars and they scotched my
twelve string.
Starving.

Multiple vaginas.
Multiple vaginas.
Multiple vaginas.
Multiple vaginas.

My Greek looking Huck speaking love.
Cranes on either side.
My Greek looking Huck speaking love
of snow drowning futuristic panic.

In a car with them, I think you can take the rack.
Headphones and jacks in the boot, getting vampire hysteric.
In a phone box, female behind on a trailer.
Fart sends all to space, chaser and chased alike.
Motorbike leg torture.
Motorbike leg torture.

Running from no-where
to no-where.
Falling from the blue.
If this is paradise
I’ll stay awhile.
If you don’t stay with me at least

leave me your smile, leave me your smile, leave me your smile.
Track Name: Do You Want To Fuck?
I’m
not sure
where
all this will lead us.
Movement
is an improvement,
confinement
is just a repayment.
I’ve missed so many things,
I’ve lost all track of time.
I’ve loved so many kings
is that a crime?
Give me some paper and I’ll kiss you later.
It may be cheaper to kill the gatekeeper.
Watch out
here comes the leper.

Fight!
Fight!
Fight!
I don’t want to be there when you come again.
Bite!
Bite!
I don’t want to see you when you masturbate.
Appetite!
I don’t want to hear you when you say my name.
Dynamite!
I don’t want to rub you when you turn to dust.

We’re cleaning
and intervening,
swimming much deeper away from the sun son
take off your clothes and let’s have some fun.
Not enough choice
the same old voice.
Ambitious tomorrow but vicious
today, come and rejoice and pray.
A long time ago
I once had your trust.
Now it’s just lust
and mental disgust.
There must be a cure.
Something obscure.
The hardest is yet to come.
So insecure.

Fight!
Fight!
Fight!
I don’t want to be there when you come again.
Bite!
Bite!
I don’t want to see you when you masturbate.
Appetite!
I don’t want to hear you when you say my name.
Dynamite!
I don’t want to rub you when you turn to dust.

This seems abusive,
not very conclusive.
Is this exclusive?
Do you want to fuck?

I find you attractive,
you find me distractive.
We’re so inactive.
Do you want to fuck?

I need an objective.
Something collective.
Hidden perspective.
Do you want to fuck?

Let’s get aggressive.
Let’s get depressive.
Inexpressive.
Track Name: Pages And Pages Of Sunshine Sunshine Sunshine
Porky pig.
Parker Pine.
Peter Pan is my man.

Another rainy day.
The weakness
Is building. Driving on the motorway.

Turning black like a coal mine.
Shine in line and fish the crime.
Pizza cheese and lucky knees.
Hamburger/cheeseburger/no thanks/yes please.

Building a castle with the flag on top.
The gravityIs making you drop

Putting on your shoes in the afternoon.
Putting out the sun and dancing with the moon.
Singing with friends about a football match.
Close the door and lock the latch.

Throw away the highs
And keep the low.

Skin research in my name.
Your thighs (I know) are still the same.
Here comes the man with the rain inside,
Playing with friends come and take a ride.

Pages and pages of sunshine sunshine.
Pages and pages of sunshine
Sunshine sunshine.
Track Name: Obstructing The Skull In Eleven Different Ways
Your face has gone but you look the same
Ease the pain
You never told me about your past
Under glass
Your stability making sense
In the present tense
You’re just a farmer without a plough
Well it’s my turn now

Coffins, coffins
My heart is a coffin
Cousins remember
Not to forget
A native thinker
Tries to sleep
But we know that sometimes
There’s nothing to keep

We like to motivate matricide
Open-eyed

Ha uh ha uh ha

Somehow the message is getting through
Just for you
The troops are gathering in my arm
But they mean no harm
Bullets are porno stars in my gun
Would you like some?
Bad decisions and broken phones
Flesh and bones

Dirty, unhealthy
Dying, gone
Clean up, scrub
Much to be done
Fainting and falling
Unconscious, dead
Wash up the blood
Sever the head

Downstairs is where they bless
In their armchairs of excess
Upstairs is just a mess
Without a care they repossess
The breast is so grotesque
We protest against the desk
Manifest picturesque
A nest of the new burlesque
I bet you glorify
The sweat of her night sky
Hamlet starts to cry
He upset the lullaby
Could you describe the tide?
You cannot bribe her pride
A tribe trying to hide
Circumscribe the outside
Meanwhile I’ve got the knife
I smile at the afterlife
A senile midwife
Reconciles the lowlife
Bedtime for Caroline
A lifetime of alkaline
Springtime is anodyne
Nursery rhymes in the moonshine
Fight against the paradise
Fright alone will not suffice
Daylight will be coming twice
I might follow your advice
My fist is like a womb
We must assist the bridegroom
My list is filled with gloom
Chemist in the bathroom
I’m vicious and I’m poor
Malicious and I want more
Ambitious to the core
Superstitious of peace and war
Sadistic, yes I knew
Linguistic shade of blue
Statistic mild shampoo
Nihilistic point of view