Stic Basin: Lyrics to "Stic Basin"

Stic Basin:
Muargmuarg / Orangegland / Slopehaarvist / Eatingit / Tuffdonkey / Ragandbone / Hooliganillumination / Ontheladder / Downthere / Runomore / Plangentrealm.

All songs published by Copyright Control.

All songs written by Barry Andrews.

Lyrics reproduced with permission from Barry Andrews (thanks!).

• Muargmuarg
  
  Ladies and gennlemen we've got a fabulous show for you tonight
  Gonna hose you down with pleasure
  Its gonna be a Riot of colour
  
  Are you hungry - where you wanna eat?
  Are you lonesome - where you wanna go?
  Do you need something from the bar?
  Are you with the programme?
  Muarg Muarg!
  
  Welcome to the Reptile House
  Bunch of scumbags up there
  All the dignity
  Of a choking monkey
  (Sho' nuff funky...)
  
  Seek to know no more young Jedi, it's a fire-fight in a shit-storm
  It's a seagull party in a trout-farm,
  It's the Human Condition
  Muarg Muarg!
  
  It's a policy that we cant change
  Too many coppers on the firing range
  At what point did it all go
  So Tits up?
  Muarg Muarg!
  
  No-one's really got a good reason
  Almost anything counts as treason
  When you need him, where's the Man for all Seasons?
  - Sniff it in and put some sleaze on
  Find something or somebody to seize on
  They tell me there's a macro-economic squeeze on
  Over there is the doorstep everybody pees on...
  Muarg Muarg!
  
  Muarg Muarg!
  
  We got bald chickens
  We got rats with chips
  We got a Good Thing going
  What's your problem?
  (You fucking weirdo)
  
  Arent you sorry how it's all turned out?
  Rough but it's how it's gotta be
  Arent you glad that anyway it's not all
  Your fault?
  Muarg Muarg!
  
  We know what you wanna do
  We can see what your problem is
  We gonna watch every move you make
  We know where you live.
  Muarg Muarg!
  
  Behold the Miracle Ape
  He gonna make everything alright
  He gonna mash up the Bogey Men
  He gonna walk on water
  Muarg Muarg!
  
  Arent you sorry how it's all turned out
  Don't you wish you could start again
  Arent you sick when you hear them say that
  It doesn't work like that
  It doesn't work like that
  It doesn't work like that
  Muarg Muarg!
  Muarg Muarg!
  Muarg Muarg!
  
  
• Orangegland
  
  (Instrumental)
  
  
• Slopehaarvist
  
  (Instrumental)
  
  
• Eatingit
  [There are some overlapping lyrics in this song; there should be enough here to work them all out.]
  
  Gathering light through the tangled branches.
  Oil-spill on the wet road making colour like a crows wing.
  Basilisk eye gazes unblinking at the puddles,
  My ear to the hollow of the buzzsaw world.
  Bakerloo line to Harrow and Wealdstone.
  Reptilian-stem make a blood fever
  The scattered rubbish of the World -
  Shattered windscreen in the kerb's crack;
  Motes of dust on the shafts of light.
  Grasshalms in the tender wind.
  All will come to coruption
  
  All of the World's impact on me:
  All of the eggs they cracked on me
  Now it's all coming back to me
  (Eating it all away)
  
  All of the slack euphoria
  All that phantasmagoria
  Looks sorrier and sorrier.
  (Eating it all away)
  
  Eating away at it…...
  Eating away at it...
  
  Nothing that she said made sense to me
  In all of that immensity
  Made up for it with intensity
  (Eating it all away)
  
  Busy with my many Catamites
  And their prelapsarian appetites
  Where are all the fuckers at tonight?
  (Eating it all away)
  
  Eating away at it…...
  Eating away at it...
  
  Falling into all the cavities
  Weary little thing called Gravity
  Got a flair for this depravity
  (Eating it all away)
  
  Nothing that cannot be rectified
  Whoever you might have objectified
  Try some ethical insecticide
  (To eat it all away)
  
  Eating away at it...
  Eating away at it...
  
  Gathering light through the tangled branches
  Oil-spill on the wet road makes colour like a crows wing.
  Basilisk eye gazes unblinking at the puddle,
  Ear to the hollow of the buzzsaw world.
  Bakerloo line to Harrow and Wealdstone.
  Paradise by Kensal Rise. A drift through the boneyard...
  The scattered rubbish of the World -
  Shattered windscreen in the kerb's crack;
  Motes of dust on the shafts of light.
  Grasshalms in the tender wind.
  All will come to coruption
  
  Falling into all the cavities
  Weary little thing called Gravity
  Got a flair for this depravity
  (Eating it all away)
  
  Nothing that cannot be rectified
  Whoever you might have objectified
  Try some ethical insecticide
  (To eat it all away)
  
  Eating away at it...
  Eating away at it...
  Eating away at it...
  
  The New English hegemony
  Has a Judas look at Gethsemene
  and the backbone of an anenome
  (Eating it all away)
  
  Standing on the brink of genocide
  Telling us we should be terrified
  (tho' nothing yet exactly verifed)
  (eating it all away)
  
  Eating away at it...
  Eating away at it...
  Eating away at it...
  Eating away at it...
  
  
• Tuffdonkey
  
  After hours keep-net discussion at the Tuff Donkey
  The Scene was HOT - it hummed and cavilled
  I moved a couple of sections into active poise:
  I always love to do that.
  
  Agnes brings a jelly over and we rap long into the forked and heaving night.
  Her thorts had grown to unusual size,
  She was weary of the cobbled facts and fractured underpeelings
  But what she said we'll never really know -
  It was all Shadow-Muscle and Blue foam from then on.
  Oh, there were flutes and there were sabres but everything sprawled: exceeded it's limits
  
  The shoals coming down like a boiling rain
  All these clown heroics - time was drifting -
  And the Enormous Urges eased themselves into service.
  
  The Stick-Bride Laetitia walks down into the scooped mound, saying:
  'We can sanctify but sometimes we must bury'
  And the sawdust juggernaut -imperishable! stacked!
  The Custard Prints as inconclusive as the facts.
  
  Then Claxon-Bolus and the Cream marauders
  Played as though the string-necked ogres of reproduction never showed.
  It was a summer's day, a water-salad, a goon-romance
  Furtive and prehensile: deeply unsteady
  All of us wearing the shorn museum heads of illusion and I said 'Calm Down
  - Calm down for at the end of a long day -
  All you need is a firm grip and an Electric hat
  An Electric Hat'
  
  
• Ragandbone
  
  Everybody shudder
  I can feel it tonight
  - You know a shed-load of money
  Don't make it alright
  
  He's a helpless bunny
  With a terrible plan
  There is a yawning chasm
  At the the heart of the man
  Own up Own up
  We got the Lord on the phone
  Says you the warm wet filling
  Between the Rag and the Bone
  Between the Rag and the Bone
  
  The heroin Spaniel
  Gonna get her wish
  She gonna live for ever
  In a petri-dish (in a petri-dish)
  
  All the kiss-and-tell women
  And the master-spies
  Say the water got muddy
  But we never knew why
  
  Hold up hold up
  You can carve it in stone
  You're the warm wet filling
  Between the Rag and the Bone
  Between the Rag and the Bone
  
  You need a blue lip baby
  One who never throws up
  When you drink your poison from a golden cup
  
  All the Zulu Ruins
  Are on the inside
  You gotta understand
  This Invisible pride
  This Invisible pride
  
  Own up Own up
  We're gonna plate it in chrome
  We are the warm wet filling
  Between the Rag and the Bone
  Own up Own up
  We're gonna plate it in chrome
  We are the warm wet filling
  Between the Rag and the Bone
  
  Animal impersonator running in the sand
  Opposite of everything we used to understand
  Hit him with a jelly while he's looking out to sea
  Picking at the gravel isn't where you wanna be
  Living with a woman like a leopard in a sack
  Giving you Shiatsu then she take you out the back
  If it doesn't kill you then you throw it in a van
  Siding with the rabble and the aligator man
  
  (repeat twice)
  
  
• Hooliganillumination
  
  We could wobble in the golden haze
  We could contemplate this riot of sensation
  Feel the thunder as the boilers shake
  Could be a moment of that Hooligan Illumination.
  
  Hooligan Illumination
  
  Human foibles - all the necro-chic -
  Let's continue with these observations
  Over cocktails with the hotel freak
  We want that Hooligan Illumination.
  You know it - the whole town knows it:
  You left your baby weeping at the station
  The old ladies shake their heads
  They've had a lifetime
  Of that Hooligan Illumination
  
  The pretty little girls sing a pretty song of tender penetration
  But when the bone marauder rears it's head
  There's no avoiding
  All that Hooligan Illumination
  The commandos at the palace gates
  Receive the tributes from a grateful nation
  But when you hear them talking with their mates
  They're full of stories
  Of that Hooligan Illumination
  
  Throwing rubble from the burning bridge
  - Enjoy the luxury of indignation:
  But history's on the other side:
  There is a moment
  Of that Hooligan Illumination
  
  The buried harvest and the boiling wound -
  The College of Knowledge's matriculation
  Nothing doing; while the reptile moon
  Casts it's shadow
  Of that Hooligan Illumination
  
  A long time coming; a long time gone
  Just time enough for these investigations:
  What is true will come to you
  - You might not like it
  It's that Hooligan Illumination.
  
  Hooligan Illumination.
  
  
• Ontheladder
  
  (Instrumental)
  
  
• Downthere
  
  It's a cowson
  Everybody says
  That it's a bloody mess
  You just get used to
  Gazing into
  The filthy heart of What There Is
  Makes you wanna look away
  But I refuse to
  
  Crazy moment
  Maybe a rush of sugar to the head
  I can hardly see
  The walls are paper
  Come on my beauty, crawl into the wreck with me
  We'll have the vaccinations later.
  
  We're going down there...
  We're going down there...
  
  Chimp brainstem burbling to itself -
  We got the carpet burns of Soul Abrasion
  I walk the streets
  See the living terror in a million eyes
  I know it's not just my imagination.
  
  Sometimes an explosion of birds
  Sometimes the shimmer of light
  And the world itself
  It blows right through you
  
  The crumbling concrete lashed with rain - the peeling wall
  This is the stuff that you can be true to
  
  We're going down there
  We're going down there
  We're going down there
  We're going down there
  
  Sometimes we're only the action figures of ourselves
  This is the sort of thing you couldn't make up
  Banality is the camoflage the God wears to walk unseen
  It's a very funny dream, sometimes we wake up
  
  And we go down there
  We're going down there
  We're going down there
  We're going down there
  
  
• Runomore
  
  Gonna run no more baby by the cooling tower trees
  Gonna hold my ear down to the pavement - set the killer monkeys free
  It's impossible to work out where can all these wonders be
  Gonna run no more baby gonna run no more
  
  It's a tremendous weight off my mind that the animals are pleased
  Now we can all move forward to an exceptional degree
  Sometimes you shoot yourself in the foot so you can stand and watch the sea
  Gonna run no more baby gonna run no more
  
  (You know) you say the chanting bacon is remarkably designed
  You can watch it from the outhouse, you never know what you might find
  I was branded by the bike-gang running pessaries and wine
  Gonna run no more baby gonna run no more
  
  Gonna run no more baby where the gutter bunnies go
  Where the sugar-brats are glowing
  And the streetlamps ache with snow
  (I've got some inside information into which I cannot go…)
  Gonna run no more baby gonna run no more
  
  Blasted his way out with a shotgun from the Chemical Concern
  Hands in pockets by the roadside, watch that whole kaboodle burn
  Just the armature weighs thirty tons - you wait till it's your turn
  Gonna run no more baby gonna run no more
  
  
• Plangentrealm
  
  (Instrumental)

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