Jam Baxter, Sammy B-Side - Q lyrics
Jam Baxter
[Jam Baxter, Sammy B-Side - Q lyrics]
The end of the end blues
Ran deep in their trembling flesh
And their fresh wounds
I slept in the queue, extending in red plumes
Coiled round a rock restless
Lepers in lead shoes in single file silence
The slug trail marches
Craning necks stretch into ram's horn
Branches arching round shoulders
Eyes on stalks snake round the stick
Figures on their white hot forks
Fog falling, vendors in the distance
Flogging sugar eyelids, peddling religions
Penny for a lost day, seven for a sixpence
A cavalcade of kings and
Their devilish afflictions, hold line
One whisper tore through the doors yet again
And soared high above the rest for
A second like a feathered friend
Shitting and burning in a simultaneous flash
Charred beak quivers as it
Hit's the glacial mass
Old hag sobbing into wine glass dried bark
Smoulders in an old man’s pipe
As the skies part
Lines start moving in their
Multi-coloured comet trails
Dogged pale ink blots choking
On their patience i tried to hold the vomit
In my mouth I promise
And when my cheeks burst I
Felled a whole forest, honest
Push past them cut them and collide
‘Cos I dreamt of a fuckable stack of
Stunners stuck on the other side
It's like snakeskin paths in the dust
Following the cracks in the caramel crust
Please save my place
White lights whirling in the brain
That led a tiny clown through
A dying giant’s veins please save my place
So calling all mugs mice masters and mules
Cloud chewing hogs huge mutants and ghouls
Please queue here
Either that’s a glace cherry on his chest
Or the snipers had him locked
In his crosshairs forever let me guess
Queue here
'We will now serve civilian
A trillion and four
And snip the instrument for insolence
Positioned in his jaws'
Yelled a smug steward chewing on
His tenth peppered steak
Cold hands rubbing at his wet lettuce face
Step forth, the doors dissolved just for him
Ushered into black clouds painting silver
Skulls on his supple skin
Muffling the wolf whistles
Streaming from beneath
That used to form an iron
Shell around his featureless physique
Now, his flesh slipped off him
To reveal his bones
Had grown mouths of their own
To scream freedom for once
And each muscle slid into the
Sky dripping sweetened blood
Melting through the icy floor slipping
On a sea of slush
Beating heart pukes a new gospel
In a stubborn gut takes a bow and
Crumbles in a puff of dust
A short fat cripple caught his
Eyes in a rusty jug
Inflating them to twin suns
Burning brightly up above
Lips stretched into plush red carpets
Unfurling further, phlegm forms the varnish
Every brain cell swanning out
Into the carnage
To pause for the cameras flashing
Every pattern matching
It's mind splattering an intricate design
On every grinning speck of space
Spread in infinite supply
Nothing left but a grain of
Salt shrinking in the sky
We will now serve civilian
A trillion and five
It's like snakeskin paths in the dust
Following the cracks in the caramel crust
Please save my place
White lights whirling in the brain
That led a tiny clown through
A dying giant’s veins please save my place
So calling all mugs mice masters and mules
Cloud chewing hogs huge mutants and ghouls
Please queue here
Either that’s a glace cherry on his chest
Or the snipers had him locked
In his crosshairs forever let me guess
Queue here
Ran deep in their trembling flesh
And their fresh wounds
I slept in the queue, extending in red plumes
Coiled round a rock restless
Lepers in lead shoes in single file silence
The slug trail marches
Craning necks stretch into ram's horn
Branches arching round shoulders
Eyes on stalks snake round the stick
Figures on their white hot forks
Fog falling, vendors in the distance
Flogging sugar eyelids, peddling religions
Penny for a lost day, seven for a sixpence
A cavalcade of kings and
Their devilish afflictions, hold line
One whisper tore through the doors yet again
And soared high above the rest for
A second like a feathered friend
Shitting and burning in a simultaneous flash
Charred beak quivers as it
Hit's the glacial mass
Old hag sobbing into wine glass dried bark
Smoulders in an old man’s pipe
As the skies part
Lines start moving in their
Multi-coloured comet trails
Dogged pale ink blots choking
On their patience i tried to hold the vomit
In my mouth I promise
And when my cheeks burst I
Felled a whole forest, honest
Push past them cut them and collide
‘Cos I dreamt of a fuckable stack of
Stunners stuck on the other side
It's like snakeskin paths in the dust
Following the cracks in the caramel crust
Please save my place
White lights whirling in the brain
That led a tiny clown through
A dying giant’s veins please save my place
So calling all mugs mice masters and mules
Cloud chewing hogs huge mutants and ghouls
Please queue here
Either that’s a glace cherry on his chest
Or the snipers had him locked
In his crosshairs forever let me guess
Queue here
'We will now serve civilian
A trillion and four
And snip the instrument for insolence
Positioned in his jaws'
Yelled a smug steward chewing on
His tenth peppered steak
Cold hands rubbing at his wet lettuce face
Step forth, the doors dissolved just for him
Ushered into black clouds painting silver
Skulls on his supple skin
Muffling the wolf whistles
Streaming from beneath
That used to form an iron
Shell around his featureless physique
Now, his flesh slipped off him
To reveal his bones
Had grown mouths of their own
To scream freedom for once
And each muscle slid into the
Sky dripping sweetened blood
Melting through the icy floor slipping
On a sea of slush
Beating heart pukes a new gospel
In a stubborn gut takes a bow and
Crumbles in a puff of dust
A short fat cripple caught his
Eyes in a rusty jug
Inflating them to twin suns
Burning brightly up above
Lips stretched into plush red carpets
Unfurling further, phlegm forms the varnish
Every brain cell swanning out
Into the carnage
To pause for the cameras flashing
Every pattern matching
It's mind splattering an intricate design
On every grinning speck of space
Spread in infinite supply
Nothing left but a grain of
Salt shrinking in the sky
We will now serve civilian
A trillion and five
It's like snakeskin paths in the dust
Following the cracks in the caramel crust
Please save my place
White lights whirling in the brain
That led a tiny clown through
A dying giant’s veins please save my place
So calling all mugs mice masters and mules
Cloud chewing hogs huge mutants and ghouls
Please queue here
Either that’s a glace cherry on his chest
Or the snipers had him locked
In his crosshairs forever let me guess
Queue here