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One Of Many Voices
03:20
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The counter in the corner of ITV
Is even there during Coronation Street
And it’s there on BBC
Underneath a Masterchef repeat
Greg and John are talking
Loudly into each other’s faces
Little do they know as they critique a pie
The counter went up seventy-five
And Stalin said one death is a tragedy
A million is just a statistic
And while that’s not right
Because he was a total madman
It’s hard to make sense of it
It’s in my eyelids as I sleep
With information as its company
Verifying multiple sources
All just one of many voices
One of many voices
I can hear
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One hundred, two hundred, four hundred
Twenty-four, three, six, nine
One hundred, five hundred, nine hundred
Twenty-four, three, six, nine
I can see, I can see
This is just a dream
But the dark
Is only broken by
The burning of intermittent
Lamp filament numbers
In the distance
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You seem surprised and beguiled
At how I arrived through your brickwork
But don’t be scared, pretty honey child
I mean you no harm
But I hope you don’t mind me saying
That you’re looking kind of stagnant
You’ve got garbage bags under your eyes
That I could smell from outside
You need a fresh boost
Of mango juice
A touch of lime
You need a fine tune
You want some dried prunes?
Come taste mine
Watch me walk up like a spider
As I come sit down beside you for a while
I can overcome your stench
Just by holding my breath between lines
I need to get a little closer
So as to let you know about my brand
Because I’ve brought with me
The full Del Monte variety
I’ve got my Maltese rounds
And some Parson browns
And clementines
Mid-sweet hamlins
With anthocyanin
And thiamine
Look at me, I’m so rude
I have barely introduced myself
My name is Malcolm Del Monte
And I’m the son of the Man
And I’ve been watching you
For such a very long time now
But I don’t think I’ve seen you looking
So broke and so down
You need some clean clothes
And to wipe your nose
And moisturize
See my white boots
With my white suit
Don’t I look fine?
You want my white suit
And my white boots
And clementines?
Let’s play some dress up
And then you’ll cheer up
It’s Malcolm time
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I know how to make friends
Because I know red wine
I know you better than you know yourself
‘Cos I got 19 Crimes for only £8.99
You’ll need to line your stomach
For what I’ve got in mind
I can tell you’ll resist at first
But it won’t take long until you start to unwind
Ohh, you’ll start to unwind
Oooh, you’ll start to unwind
I know what you wanted to hear, it’s
‘Momma mia, I made you some sangria’
I know what you wanted to hear from me now
Because it’s 8.35
I know what you wanted to hear, it’s
‘Momma mia, I made you some sangria’
I know what you wanted to hear from me now
Because there is no better time
Yeah, there’s no better time
Than 8.35
Well this would be great
But I’ve got a Zoom call
Yeah I’m speaking to my manager
And I’m not sure that I should be drunk at all
She’s very understanding
But she must have red lines
One of which is me slurring my words
In my dressing gown
At barely quarter to nine
Ohh, it’s a really bad time
Ohh, the worst of all times
Oooh, but maybe it’s fine
You knew what I wanted to hear, it’s
‘Momma mia, I made you some sangria’
You knew what I wanted to hear from you now
‘Liquid breakfast time’
You knew what I wanted to hear, it’s
‘Momma mia, I made you some sangria’
You knew what I wanted to hear from you now
Because there’s no better time
There’s no better time
Than 8.39
What’s been going on here?
The kitchen’s a mess
The sides are sticky and you stink of booze
And you’re got a slice of orange sliding down your leg
I thought I’d surprise you
With some fresh Spanish punch
It’s fruity and delicious and
This is how they do it on the continent
Ohh, It feels kind of wrong
Ohh, But it also feels right
Oooh, can I have a try?
This ain’t such a bad idea it’s
‘Momma mia I made you some sangria’
This might be your best idea for a while
‘Liquid breakfast time’
Yeah, this was a great idea it’s
‘Momma mia I made you some sangria’
Yeah this was your best idea for a while
And there’s no better time
There’s no better time
Than 8.55
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Like that tree
In the forest
Falling with no-one hearing
It’s only creepy
When you get caught
And I think that
If she knew
She most likely would not approve
Of you standing there
Just staring on
While she’s doing yoga
She’s just doing yoga
With Adrienne
I’m not
Really sure
If I’m all that comfortable
With what
I think
You’re trying to convey
You’re framing
This like
It’s weird for me to be outside
But it's my window
And that is my girl
So don’t be saying I’m a pervert
Can you really be a pervert
With your life partner?
To give an
Answer to that
Maybe I can take you back
To the
Early days
Of your back catalogue
It’s not like
It’s new
For some to arrive at this point of view
It’s all
Written out
In plain black and white
But we’ve all done the same things - that was only satire
Yes, we’ve all done the same things - I was just in character
We’ll all do the same things
For millennia
You’ve clearly
Misread
My purpose and my intent
And I thought
You knew me so well
But with you
Thinking that
There’s no means of coming back
And I think that
It’s time
You should go
You’re going to regret that - I don’t think that I’ll regret that
Yes, you’re going to regret that - I can’t see how I’ll regret that
You are going to regret that
You mark my words
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A packed suitcase in a corridor
The remnant of a dream-based metaphor
It doesn't feel like I'm making any progress
When there's nothing there
To measure it against
My white suit has now left the wardrobe
And the walls are all empty now
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Then, Nothing
03:07
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And then for a moment
There was a stillness
Not a single word was being said
Everything quietly, casually
Drifting by me
Not a single voice in my head
And just for that moment
It felt so peaceful
But then a faint whisper from some inward place
And as it grew closer I felt
Its sense of urgency
Like a lion released from a cage
And maybe this is what he means by regret
Because that moment’s peace was not worth the debt
That’s coming for me
And maybe this is what he means by regret
Because that moment’s peace was not worth this debt
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So, unfortunately you lost
I’m so sorry
The counter beat you this time
And you leave with nothing
Let’s see what you could have won
Searching through the archive
Searching in the recess
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Ho ho ho
I'm bored of eating all this sweetcorn
I want to eat a human being
I want to weave a path of destruction
Right out of these Goddamn farmer's fields
I want to castrate that farmer
And make a eunuch marionette
I'm bored of eating all your sweetcorn
I'll eat you human beings instead
Ho ho ho
I'm sick of dressing in this loincloth
From now it's just Christian Dior
I want the same scale and size of luxury
As the Green Giant corporate board
I've toiled while central on their branding
As demeaning as it obviously is
So now it's time for the sweet taste of justice
As I crush them in my fingertips
Ho ho ho
It didn't need to be this way
All I asked for initially
Was worker's rights and pay
It didn't need to be this way
But the request came back declined
Minus two days' holiday
Two less days of unpaid holiday
I hate the screaming of the children
As I rampage through their family home
And toss their father high up into orbit
Wave a long goodbye to Mr C.E.O.
And then it's onto the next one
I've only got nine left on my list
But now I'm not sure that I am stopping
'Cos I'm getting quite the taste for it
Yeah, I love to eat those human beings
And I love to crush those human beings
Yeah, I'll eat another human being
Ho ho ho
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I'd rather have a frontal lobotomy
Than have this bottle in front of me
As the last means to comfort me
After one more late night delivery
It's a high risk and low reward affair
Down the ski slopes of Courchevel
I stabbed a shark, I fought an alligator
Just to get this box of Milk Tray to you
I don't want to be the Milk Tray Man
I don't want to be the Milk Tray Man
On another speedboat as the jetty explodes
It's strange how age affects your mind
'Cos I'm sure there used to be a time
Where I would see one of the ladies
Rather than an endless wave of enemies
What are they all trying to stop me for?
I'm taking chocolate to the fourteenth floor
I've dodged their bullets, I stole a helicopter
Just to get this singular box to you
I don't want to be the Milk Tray Man
I don't want to be the Milk Tray Man
Getting savaged by a wolf taking truffles to you
I don't want
To feel like I'm always
Doing something wrong
I don't want
To be forever known
As the inferior James Bond
I don't want
To dive again blind
Into those dark and dangerous seas
I don't want
The ladies to love the product
But never once love me
I don't want to be the Milk Tray Man
I don't want to be the Milk Tray Man
I'd rather have a frontal lobotomy
Than have this bottle in front of me
And for this to be
My last ever Milk Tray delivery
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Contender ready, Gladiator ready
On my first whistle contender go!
Contender ready, Gladiator ready
On my second whistle, Gladiator go!
Hi, I'm Jet!
I was the fan favourite
Until I fell off the Pyramid
And broke my neck
And that's a true story
And if you don't believe me
I can show you the scars from my surgery!
Yes, I'm Jet
The old fan favourite
Until you locked me up
Inside of your head
Which by the way
Is not a healthy place
There's some fucked up things
That you need to address
I will show you anything
If only you would get me out of here
Though I can tell you honestly
Everyone only wanted me
In the nineties
In the nineties
That's how you like me
In the nineties
One more try
I think I know what you like
Because I've seen it all
While I've been stuck inside
You think I'm great in the sack
With strong eye contact
And with a single hair flick
I could snap your back
I would do most anything
If only you would get me out of here
Though I can tell you honestly
Everyone only wanted me
In the nineties
In the nineties
In the nineties
That’s how you like me
In the nineties
In the nineties
That’s how you like me
In the nineties
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12. |
Malcolm Come Back
03:11
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Alone is not a good way to live
But look what happens
When you’re scared of the alternatives
Some bitter, some tired
Some would sell you their ribs
Some would tell you your eyes are still burning
And they’re coming from all sides
I think I might just be surrounded
But you’ve been expelled
And now I’m waiting
For the big return
I wish that I could summon you
Just like a shaman by a fire
So please come back home
Because I’m missing core ingredients
And my eyes are still burning
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There’s plenty of fish in the sea
And plenty of them have big teeth
And a real mean streak
If you enter their territory
And these are not the fish you need
Nor are the stingrays
Sharpening their stings
The kind that can murder
Crocodile hunter, Steve Irwin
RIP Steve
And just maybe
That’s what happened to Jeff Buckley
Who can even say?
Eye to eye we may not see
But there is worse company to keep
As you’ve just seen
Some can act self-destructively
And in the middle you’ll find me
Counter-balancing all those extremes
Which though not easy
There’s still no need to thank me
Because really
This is how it’s always been
What do you say?
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I say that
We are much better than we could have been
So maybe we should try and see
If we can all agree
And if we can’t agree
Then we’ll agree to disagree
Which is a big step forward
Because for a bit back there
I was getting scared that I had lost
A tiny fraction of my mind
Tiny’s not the word
You lost a twenty-fourth
And I know that because
I’ve been living with the other twenty-three
We’re all part of you
Carved out of your memories
And all the things you’ve seen
And some things that seem to have become ingrained
But we all contribute
And you can hear us too
If you listen carefully
You can always see we help in everything you do
Every big decision
Every single choice you make
We all give our take
And then you decide which one of us you’ll choose
We are much better than we could have been
So maybe we should try and see
If we can all agree
And if we can’t agree
Then we’ll agree to disagree
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Lo-fi anti-folk brewed and distilled in Cardiff, Wales.
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