World Shut Your Mouth Lyrics

Metranil Vavin
A child that’s born in pain
Kicked from the fireside
Landing in obscurity
I’ll cry again
Nine times I’m bleeding In my purity

Metranil Dreams of becoming a neon
You don’t even take him seriously
How am I going to get to heaven
When I’m just balanced so precariously

Fame takes down his clohes
Looks for the smallest of inhabitants
Hell, I suppose
You know me
I wasn’t built for elegance
Once I was pride
Lived in the sweetest dream of foolishness
Lines etvhed on my face
Seek a path that never
Begs it’s own redress

Listener:
“He was a brave man
He was a brave man.”




Bandy's First Jump
You’d look good in plaster
Much to everybody’s shame
Walk around on casters, burning,
Our “eternal flame”
It’s a fire that keeps us
Glowing stronger every day
Betrays a certain weakness
And a faith that stays away

I see you
What you are
I see you
What you say Disappear

Someone caught me looking
Dancing on my “Fire Escape...”
Oh, I Could shit the past, yes,
That’s a chance I’ll have to take
Could’ve seen much clearer
But I didn’t have the time
Walk the path that’s nearer
Face the day and start a climb.

I see you
What you are
I see you
What you say Disappear

Spinning around
like a catherine wheel
Put your head inside
where I make my meal
Ready or not
For a love affair
with an old coke-stove
And a wheelchair.




Strasbourg
Always fighting
Always fighting with yourself
Be something
Be happy
If I were France
And you were Germany
What an alliance that would be.

I dig laughter
I dug up a few old dreams
They couldn’t make me happy
They weren’t pure
They weren’t real to me
They weren’t anything for you.

So, look no further
We’re coming through
We’re not alone now
There’s room for you

Look now
Hear it sounding
Hear it ringing in my ears
Their secrets sacred as sequins
And weighing you down, down
And platitudes that make you leave
The weak at the wall
Ask the questions
Bur that’s all for now now.




Elegant Chaos
Busy at home
I was happy for a while
But the joke is over
Looking down
At the carefully laid out infamy
Take a scythe, take a scythe,
To the rotting core
Of man-vegetaton
Now I sigh
At the cool cool attitude to ignorance

The look in your eyes
When you gave this to me
Just put me on my guard
In this elegant chaos
I stand to one side

Shouting “ha”
Was I forced into this?
Or was it given to me?
It’s a nice idea -
As a gift
Or as something to try for a while
70 years?
It’s neither one thing or the other
My big fear
Is to dig it at last
And have it taken away

It’s not a problem of secrecy
I take it in my stride
Did I learn to breathe to be killed like this?
Faces to the glass
I see them televise my death
Oh, and here comes the part
Where I break down and cry.

People I see
Just remind me of mooing
Like a cow on the grass
And that’s not to say
That there’s anything wrong
With being a cow anyway
But people are people
With the added advantage
Of the spoken word
We’re getting on fine
But I feel more of a man
When I get with the herd.


Quizmaster
I hold on to beauty
If I lose my grip
I might fall
Won’t you understand I didn’t
Clean out my mind
Now witless is everyones goal

But one of my senses
Left in the night
And someone had painted
“Hope” on my shoulder
The panic I kept
On a shelf out of sight
Now, I’m not siding with you
But there’s not much I can do

Don’t look to hard
You might find me
Curled up asleep on my floor
Oh, I must have been murdered
During the night
Someone painted around me at dawn

But when it comes times
To reach out and give
I may be a corpse,
But I know what I’m giving
So don’t over-reach yourself
Unless you’re prepared to fall
Down a mountainside of anger
Smear that stuff all over your face

But through the confusion
I see you
Practicing hard at your faith
Oh your uniform’s muddy
But still I can see
The arrangement of stars underneath

But one of these two
Is not on my list
We can’t expect to explore
Without explosion
All my ideals were
Destroyed in the flood
And what use where they anyway?
And when the mute get lucid, pray


Kolly Kibber's Birthday
My life is a delicate balance
The distance between town A and town B
Fighting experience and wilfull ignorance
Smiling at such naivete
Weak and emotional
It drains the soul
Welcomes you into town
Tears down your strategy
It blocks your road
Pumps blood where no blood should be

And as the fog gets clearer
Shadows in your eyes appear
The weak gets strong and nearer
and condensation tears are brushed away

My war is a Pyrrhic victory
My mind aghast
Tears like a circular saw
Crown Prince indifference
Comes marching in
Proudly but ripped to the core
Weak and emotional, it irrigates
Half of our hearts at one time
More than in Liverpool, and Junior school
Like lions we cling to our pride.

And as the fog gets clearer
Shadows in your eyes appear
The weak gets strong and nearer
and condensation tears are brushed away

My arms bear a payment to liberty
My mind aghast
Smashes the chains of tyrrany
Pale and exitable, they flail around
The naked aggression we feel
My heart’s chemical invendiarys
Correct the past
Walk - and on water we try
Weak and emotional, Insufferable,
Security softens the lie.

Sunshine Playroom
The sun in her hair
The sun in her eyes
There’s something that makes me
Want to go back

Calling me, calling, imploring me back
Pleading me, reasoning, have to look back
Haunting me, taunting me, hauling me back
Calling and calling me, have to attack

Oh mother, where to go
Now that I am leaving home
All the fears, anxieties
Are bottled up inside
And the sad, and the wondering
The tears I have to hide

The sun in her hair
The sun in her eyes
There’s something that makes me
Want to go back

Come along children

The runaway train ran down the track
And she blew, she blew.


Head Hang Low
All is lost
In bright confusion
Once that loss
Was far away
Frightened man
In deep division
Frightened man
With head hang low

You may sit alone like me
But, please, don’t be alone like me
My world’s very beautiful today

Patron saint
Of lost illusion
Come and paint
My world in grey
I am lost
With no companions
All are bowed
With head hang low

You may sit alone like me
But, please, don’t be alone like me
My world’s very beautiful today


Pussyface
Fun in life
Fun in play
Fun in everything I
Do and say
You concede
Because, you can’t beat me
You can try
But you’ll never succeed

Because I look and I love
So much better with you
And I need all those things
That you never need
Fun in life
Comes to claim me

Pussyface, pussyface
Save, save, save, save me

You, you and I believe
I’m not the only one
With things up my sleeve
But you know that I’m waiting
Waiting for you
And you know that I’m dreaming
Of things that you do
You could hardly believe
All the things that I’ve done
You could hardly believe
I’ve already won
Fun in life

Screaming

Is History
Look at the things you do to me
I love the way you walk
The way you lick my fingers
Yes and the way ya, the way you talk

One day
I’ll shy away
From my labour of love
And the feelings of victory
Wasting time
You’ll never ever see those things I’ve seen
You could hardly believe
I could do them at all


Greatness & Perfection
The greatest imperfection is love love love
But I can’t keep the fire away

Take your place
But take your time
and that’s what matters
I can see
The contours in your face
Faith, and now I think
It’s time to sleep, sleep
Sleep, with me
Here’s something rather deep

The greatest imperfection is love love love
But I can’t keep the fire away

It’s only fair
They take away my light
I spend my time with you
What’s the matter with that rhyme
And who are you
To give my life so much meaning
I can’t stand so much meaning
Hold my hand, cos I’m not healing
I need to find away ahead

The greatest imperfection is love love love
But I can’t keep the fire away


Lunatic and Fire-pistol
Oh, my stars that fall like ashen memories amidst
the trees then burst like leper sunsets on the shore
In English town my sweetheart weeps, and how I
would prefer to be counting sheep than fighting
in the war

Now lunatic and fire pistol deep into my brain
Once more into the breach, into the fray
Insane, I see the rough-house boys
descend onto the green
The candle burns the hours that light the day

But now I am the undergrowth and still I would
prefer to be leaving hell and travelling far away
in short, the village ignorants are plundering my town
It’s a savage heart that beats them on their way

So lunatic and fire your pistol deep into my brain
Once more into the breach, into the fray
Insane, I see the rough house-boys
descend onto my green
The cande burns the hours that light the day

But safe in my uniform
In no other way
Cast out and destitute
Ridden once with violence
Now I decay

But long ago I had a friend, honey

And sound and fury was his game
With pure contempt for any picture , honey
Just dedication to the frame
No stomach for the fighting
No fear of cannon fire
So lunatic just fire your pistol there