Accountants By Day (2010)
Sailing ships in space, can you imagine? Sailing ships in space. When there’s nothing to do but drink in the view of Jupiter and Saturn… Sailing ships in space, can you imagine? Join the cosmic race. The solar waves will send you astray into the haze of Titan’s gaze…
These years I’ve spent, flying solo, malcontent. Wishing hard I could extend my hand and touch the land on those celestial bodies – oh but sailing ships in space…
These years I’ve spent, calculating my descent. Though the orbits seem to slip and slide at strange inclines and time becomes an abstract notion…
I swear it’s there, in the course we set – true enlightenment…
Below The Waves (Song For A Bastard Boss)
I’ve had enough of your bullshit to last me a lifetime, so get out of here – I don’t want to see you around here any more. You’d better get out quickly. You’ve affected my life.
I’ve had enough of you being my boss. You sit in your office and don’t give a toss about how we’re feeling, how we’re feeling, how we’re feeling…
You, you – you are a lost cause. You don’t deserve us. Get back to the navy, oh yeah, get back to the navy. You, you, you – you are a lost cause. You don’t deserve us. Get back to the navy, oh yeah. Get in your submarine and just go down, down, down, down, down, below the waves. Below the waves.
Abysinnia Next Week
Abysinnia next week – erect, hard and pink, woah yeah. I put the “iac” in maniac, I wash my bits in the sink. Thunder rumbles, a soggy buffer kicks in, soiling my keks – oh you’re so ruddy fit. Hot dripping wax on cold fingers, damp patches all around. What to do with these worn-out Barbie dolls – a little spit, shake and crack. Oh the pain in my ruddy back, it’s hurting night and day. It might shift as I unzip – ahh that tension rolls away. There’s a candle and a jockstrap, and the house is burning down. You can tell I’m enjoying this, won’t you take a grope in my gown? Still shagging, no regrets, like a dog in a dogging dirt park. Flogging some old lady’s back in the dark. Step into the water I’m an alligator (x4). You are what I say you are, I will not be ignored – and you’ll do what I pay you too, I will not be ignored. You are what I say you are, I will not be ignored – I need a little refreshment, one minute.
Ahh. Step into my water, I’m an alligator (x3). You be Sarah Connor and I’ll terminate yer.
Fly By Night
At the alternative lifestyles party, I am cold and clammy. This morning’s idle fancy has become this evening’s regret. A lone malcontent doomed from the outset. Regrets? Got a jockstrap full of them. Free sex? You can pull the other one. It’s just like a party in the real world, but even more cliquey, awkward and absurd. And when a vision of dirt turns to me and questions why I came, there is no definite answer – just anger at my persistent fucking shame. Can’t seem to fit in anywhere, even these freaks – now they stare.
These are not my people, how could I expect them to be? How could so much brazen sex turn out so unsexy? Clones and wolves are the only ones who make a pass at me. As bad decisions go, this ranks up there with my MSc. The paddling pool in the corner… I don’t swim actually. At my age, I still don’t swim without armbands. At my age, I still don’t swim without armbands.
Woken by the sun at 6.36(!). Morning in the city, you are not my friend – just squidge my brain and leave me half dead. Tomorrow afternoon if you want me I’ll be in field two. Sitting on the top deck of the number 43 (budge up!), suddenly realised this wasn’t the place for me. (Budge up you old bugger!) (Why don’t you sit somewhere else, man?) Well tomorrow afternoon if you want me I’ll be in field two.
Laying on my stomach, s-s-staring at the sea… must have been a depth of… forty feet… Yeah, soon discovered – man, it wasn’t the place for me (that’s not your place, climbing up the cliff-face). Well tomorrow afternoon if you want me I’ll – I’ll be in, I’ve changed my mind actually, I. Well tomorrow afternoon, if you want me I’ll be in. Yeah tomorrow afternoon, I’ll be in. Well tomorrow afternoon – wafternoon!
Son Of A Systems Engineer Manager
Works control stipulate if we do our job properly there’ll be no mistake. You know I hate them and I simply can’t wait to bring them down. I’ll cut the wires and erase all the tapes, create a taskforce of maintenance pain. You know I hate them and their corporate gains will bring them down.
And when I awake, my job card says that I, I don’t work there no more, no. And when I awake, my job card says that I don’t work there no more, I don’t work there no more, I don’t work there no more.
Works control stipulate if we do our job properly there’ll be no mistake. You know I hate them and I simply can’t wait to bring them down.