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"Mick Derrick's strange and wonderful world of inner self strangulation (in Glasgee font)"

* Serpico
* Headless in a Beat Motel
* Surreal Madrid
* Doorstop Rhythmic Bloc
* Burgundy Spine
* Black Death Ambulance


SERPICO

They trickle it doon and wi sup it aw up
This mug wullny take it, am full tae the brim ye see
Ah counter ma ailin' position with brains
If that disnae stope then back tae the wife n' weans
These guys are aw lousy wi other guy's fleas
The circle is growin' wi relative ease yi know
There's only wan thing that's left for tae dae
Dissect an bisect it an' separate the strays

Ah'll clean up the precinct wae gall n' wae verve
It's thame that's the wankers
They'll get what they deserve
You keep yer eyes open an' don't let them stray
Come hell or high water this dog 'll have its day

Ah'll clean up the precinct, ah'll craze it wi cracks
The wae that wur goin there's nae lookin' back yill sae
Ah'll tread on the toes that hide in the boots
These cunts are all cosy inside their new suits yi know

Ah'll carry out everythin' expected ae me
But ah cannae very well turn a blind eye tae it
If you are the cause ae whit ah hive tae be
Then at least come oot an admit that your part ae it
At least come oot an admit your part ae it

Excuse me sergeant ah've somethin' to say
There's a lot of people doon there
They're no doin' it the right way
Wi give them backhanders
They release yi oon loot
And thats aw this dae yi know
"OK, give me their names, give me their names
And ah'll get them right now"

"Well ye've got Healy, ye've got Brenderson
Ye've got Henderson an' McFarlane"

Get out of my office...
What do ye take me for?
Get out of my office...
It only takes one little person like you
To ruin an establishment such as this
We don't need men of your calibre around here
Out!

Ah'll clean up the precinct wae gall n' wae verve
It's thame that's the wankers
They'll get what they deserve
You keep yer eyes open an' don't let them stray
Come hell or high water this dog 'll have its day

(freeform rant)

If I ever see you again... Just keep from under my feet OK
... Ye've got aw ye're trainin' an' aw ye're schools
... An look at yi, ye're a bloody disgrace!



HEADLESS IN A BEAT MOTEL

Ah wiz little choosie Suzy in a wan horse race
Ah wiz comin' up behind ye... keepin' up the pace
Eatin' up the corners and cruisin' roon the bends
Tearin' up the tarmac... careerin' roon' again

And ah always end up Heidless in a Beat Motel...

Ah wiz beatin' up the backboard freewheelin' down the track
Ah wiz flyin' roon the inside... Ah wiz never comin' back
Ah wiz pickin' up the pace that somedi had left behind
Ah wiz crashin' through the barriers... and slashin' at time

And ah always end up Heidless in a Beat Motel...

Ah wiz stormin' oot the pitstops at a hundred miles an 'oor
And ah never checked the cogs or wheels or anythin' at all
Ah wiz wanderin' up the freeway... and ah never knew when ah
Should check ma bloody pit-speed... ah never went that far

Ah took a right turn... took a left turn... tried to get by
Ah took a right turn... took a left turn... tried to get by
Ah wiz never really happy wae ma last approach

And ah always end up Heidless in a Beat Motel...

Ah wiz carryin' the can for every other guy's mistakes
Ah wiz boxin in the bastards at alarmin' rates
But ah never thought ae checkin' where a wiz that day
Ah'd fucked up completely and ah never really know
That the guy was comin' back at me alarmin'ly slow

And ah always end up Heidless in a Beat Motel...

Ah wiz tryin' tae make it better than ah'd ever did before
Ah wiz up against the clock... and ah could never be sure
That ah wiz gonna be up there... wae the rest of the field
Ah wuz tryin' tae make it... like am oan the line

(rant)

And ah always end up Heidless in a Beat Motel.



SURREAL MADRID

Backroom banditos, crucifixion put aff for the next 10
minutes. Jesus Gil emerges from the boardroom, visibly
broken, sweat pouring down his face, or so you think...

Athletico must conquer the mighty Real's stranglehold
Athletico must be ready to take over the mantle

Jesus Gil once said of his supporters: "They're a bunch of
layabouts from the lower classes. A member who doesn't
have a drug addict in the family, will probably have a
prostitute."

Still regaining 60% of support from the supporter. Jesus Gil.
Jesus Gil, scored the highest rankings from the highest
meddling and bankings. Underhanded operations were his
forte. Overhead wans tae.

He never hit the crossbar, he never hit the posts, straight in
the goal. The Bank of Spain is cancer.

"GOAL"
... to Jesus Gil.

The Bank of Spain - cancer.

He was the guy that put the supporter behind him and had
the supporters with him all the way. Horrible, sweaty, size-
mobile.
Gargantuan guy that naebody liked. Athletico must get ahead
of Real.
Jesus Gil.

Killed a lot of restaurant owners, built the place himself, did
the architecture, didnae tell anybody. 68 killed, 5 years,
£2,000,000 fined.

"GOAL"

A pistol at the head of the echelons of fitba', Espana. It
cannae be a bad thing it can only be wan ae tha things that
makes for good fitba'.
Jesus Gil.

(rant)

Jesus Gil
Jesus Gil
Corporate smoothie wae a record as long as his arm

... "GOAL"



DOORSTOP RHYTHMIC BLOC (Mick's part only)

All aboard the Ark Royal
Take a trip passed
The Pyramids of Giza

Fannin' out the Danube Delta,
The Bering Straits,
The manmade mountainous monstrosities
We have created for ourselves

The ladies skirts up to their thighs
The make-up, the rouge...
The hair down to their arms

The Pyramids of Giza.

The beaches of Gallipoli
Where A.N.Z.A.C.S. died
Where men were turned to meat
They never had a chance down there

The Pyramids of Giza.

Riding across bareback horse
Across the Steppes...
The freedom... the exhilaration
The railways... the canals
That linked everywhere
They wurny worth the money
Or the men lost (and wummin in brackets)

Too many people died... in too many projects
The canals... the trains
They never meant that much tae me anyway

The Pyramids of Giza.

All aboard the Ark Royal
Take a trip passed The Pyramids of Giza
Searching for obscurities... for us to see
The men behind they do not

The Bering Straits... the Panama Canal
The Danube Delta... fly to Riga
The ports of Kronstadt

The Pyramids of Giza.

We lost wur life... when we lost wur courage
The courage tae fight, ya know whit am saying
The courage to fight
The Danube Delta, the beaches of Gallipoli
Waste of a life

Ride horseback over the Steppes.

All aboard!



BURGUNDY SPINE (Mick's part only)

Inspired by boredom:
One of the most underrated emotions.
Sitting with my hands held above a typewriter...
Suspended animation.
Ma brain contained inside the shell is
Nothing but nothing stirring.
The cobwebs attach my head to my hands
Which in turn are attached to the keys.
Looking out from ma eyes 3cm is as far as I can see
Looking at the paper brought up to meet the sight
Bleached white nothingness

Suddenly a complete unadulterated feeling of
intense...ness.
Personal feelings never come into boredom.
The eyes are attached to the finger,
Are attached to anything within easy reach.
The actions of the body are nil to the brain.
The numbness inside is not exactly felt
But perceived as being an action which will lead to nil.
The cobwebs in my head take the form of cobwebs you
will see anywhere
Except they're tighter and more deadly

Eyes no longer see
Hands no longer feel
Ears no longer hear
And taste limited to a few munchings of a few sharp
tastes



BLACK DEATH AMBULANCE (Linda's part only!)

Featureless
Enemy
Lucifer
Skin the lampshade
Head a paperweight

Miracle
Valuable
Striptease
Done it again
Poke and stare
Nothing there

My scars are your scars

Valuable
Miracle
Million filaments
Dying is art
My enemy, do I terrify?
Million filaments
My enemy, do I terrify?

My scars are your scars

Wedding ring
Piece of soap
Gold teeth
Dying is art