Nursery Rhymes For Old Men

by schoolbusdriver

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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
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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.
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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.
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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.
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I am the worm I come in every hole.
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Drowner 03:21
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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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
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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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