Roy Harper - Liquorice Alltime lyrics

Slime filth bildge and alienation live
In the world experience non-event
Non-live own up to nighting except poodles
In the microwave oven and pillocks
On the Phillips TV bare of any meaningful
Pith bereft of any reason or raisin
Puking in the back alleys of beaten
Up arms dealers vocal chords
Place in our time chips in our
Alcohol prannies in our way
Place in our time place in our time
Liquorice alltime

Stream of shit conciousness drunken heretic
In an afternoon of tragic
Sunsets and foggy mornings, tragedy eyebrows
The rivers run with blood
From my ears like an electric mistress
At point blank through the frontal
Lobes and back onto the dole and into
The scratching paupers grave of daily
Drudge in the Thatcherdom of discontent
And the greater Galtieri of
Disappearance and gall bladder melt down
Place in our time place in our time
Liquorice alltime

Dehydration bleeding mothers with totally
Infinitely traumatised human
Sausages in the greater green pea soup
Of azure weather maps and bullshit
Representation of Jack Frost God me stood at
The bar sober as a Newton's
Apple falling through transcending universes
Of seven dimensions looking
For eight in the greedy onslaught for
Knowledge and total disregard for
Anything past future including history

Falling, we're falling
Take me home my lovely to
Your first time bed and
Let me lie with you until they
Bury us in liquorice alltime
Come my love we
Face togetherness in the tragedy of all time
Liquorice alltime