Jam Baxter - Caving lyrics

The sheep’s bleating again, fetch the
Abattoir, the creeps speaking again
Fetch the
Man a scar, fetch the spinning blades
Fetch the bag of tar
Fuck it… just fetch death from the
Knackers yard… and tell him there’s a
Brare in a tin zoo, living in the dim-blue
Dinge of his igloo
Clinging to the frostbitten
Fingers he slipped through, loose lips
Licking at a picture a kid drew… this
Tubes channeling the hidden fee, isn’t cheap
Isn’t freedom and isn’t me, it’s a leach in
The bеak of infinity, reaping the sweetness
A fleeting еpiphany… flea bitten
Symmetry, muff mitten contrast
Bon soir see you at the docks
Where the swamps are, what star? did you
Say something, brain crushing… watch out
The caves coming

Is this me is this what we’ve become?
Will this sea of sick stop when I’m stung?
Am I lost? Am I dumb? Am
I still the same person?
Or are there other grim songs
To be sung like
Is this me is this what we became?
With this sea of sick clogged in my drain?
Am I lost? Am I sane? Am I still the same
Person? Or is some other cunt
Lodged in my brain?

Did you slip from a wooden
Rung, sugar plum, looking dumb, loving
It… cooking up trouble with an
Oven-mitt… cup of spit village
Something in the waters got
A rubber fish picking at
Another spring chicken
But ‘em lips grinning… bright lights
Big city, wide eyes hype hype spit
Gritty, night night miss piggy
Day break ain’t made of space
Age equipment, same same but different
Vacate the system, play taint-the-vixen
And fade out
Fade out… it’s the trape’s now, lay
Down, stand up scream about it
Bruv… is that
A bush can’t we beat around it
Is that you for the evening, the Hoover’s
Are creeping, a suitable reason, to shoot
At the ceiling, the future’s congealing
Revealing the truth in a mutant retreating

I’ve been on the search for a feeble excuse
It’s late night and the demons are loose
(we stay clucking) cause I’ve
Never been a stranger
To cerebral abuse, it’s late night, come
We leap from the roof
(but say nothing) so watch me take
A piece of my youth
And tear it up like a beat in the booth
(it’s brain crushing) and you can
Say I’m being a juice
It’s fair enough I’m just speaking the truth
(the caves coming)