My name… is Lee Mole I don’t see very well at all In my own world deep underground I keep myself all to myself Don’t make a sound I don’t see why if you can’t talk as an animal then you’re destined to die why why why why why (echo) My name… is Lee Mole I don’t see very well at all I live In a hole If I go out and see the sun my eyes hurt bad then I might fall fall fall fall (tape echo echo echo) Hello means goodbye Hello means goodbye Hello means goodbye Hello means goodbye I like cakes and I like tea I tell ya there’s nothing wrong with me I don’t like pubs I don’t like shops I don’t go out much Like things when they stop Put on my glasses put on my hat put on my raincoat they call it a mac the rain runs off and goes deep down into to the ground I like the drip drip drip drip drip dripping droppin sound And an animal (like me) has got to ask why if you can’t talk then you’re destined to die I just don’t see why why why And the fur that covers up my face marks me out from the human race I get my things and scurry back to a hole in the ground that I reach in through a crack My name … Is Lee Mole I collect things I collect them all I have bags, and I have boxes and the things that I don’t need I share with the foxes and it’s dark down there (but I like it) it’s dark down there (but I fuckin like it) and it’s dark down there (but I like it) it’s dark down there (but I fuckin like it) it’s dark down there but I’m safe don’t care I’m a creature and I need to live out of fresh air I’m a creature of habit that’s got nothing to give but I still deserve… I still deserve to live And I dig I might be under you now and I dig I might be under your town I dig I’m a tunneller true I dig, and I got roots hanging down to you Turn right at the mysterious pipe turn left past the treasure chest near home, by the dinosaur bone at leisure on my buried treasure I might live deep underground but I don’t take it lying down I might live deep underground but I don’t take it lying down no I’m clean I’m serene not part of the sewer scene don’t get angry don’t get mean not lost the lust for life still keen

the hill has an eye that opens and looks around and the coloured part of the eye is in itself a world with many hidden places to find the hill has an eye and the eye it stares at you the eye can see you clearly the hill has an eye and the eye can see you clearly

Atom Itches Have you ever seen an atom? Seeing as everything’s made of them - you have that’s what we put directly on the speaker this comes to you from the grin fluoride a blade so sharp just a molecule wide this atom has a memory - ? I’m warped inside! can’t stop wanking! toss that jewel in the murk of the cesspool? squeeze a pustule You’ll wank to the rules wet chin shines from the molecule drool sat on a spore from an anti-matter toadstool self-rule rules of science are more of a guidleline so in defiance I learn to spurn the rules and earn reverse So I get unbeaten in time perverse young and dumb a cum pendulum I lie in the darkness I miss the the sun atoms sizzle on the wall inside my mind in a pattern glum that’ll make yer blind plod and plodder trading odder dissemble vodka tree limb fodder balance off and drunken nodder drugs dreamed of a lot pleasant hotter broken bottle cry out throat blocked huh break the ampoule inhale the snake wool can’t stop wanking I look behind saw ghouls at the wire soaked with brine I run never tire hash a 9 mile dash in fear chatter nylon pocket rash and a tongue mouth masher sulphuric acid brick wall bashed in cum face shit fit tippex breathing bunsen burner sell dope earner secret spliff foreskin whiffer finger stink bring tattoo ink 7 quid teenth from massive feet long school tie acid alkali thought of the day I’m gonna die stop your fighting or l release the artificial lightning just one precious gramme of unobtaniam

I’m old I’m old, I’m incredibly old Languid but lucid not undersold undersea maybe fly free with me to the wishing tree what can you see when you shut your eyes and openly brother bee to lucidity transform your personality flower form and hour dawns on the life of the sun and the sun it warms fruit changes shape a thousand times from seed to flower to blossom finds then it swells and what we cannot feel or sense is surely truly real Loose but lucid Juicy juice it Freak frequency Come find and lose it

This is it! You got a leather outfit It’s covered in zips Zip Down! Zip Up! And off you go Oooh Yeah Oooh Yeah This is it! You got a leather outfit Tight fit! Leather Outfit Ain’t the Thing ya Wannabe in when the weathers hot unless you like to ride on a motorcycle quite a lot

one thousand demons on the edge of a blade hold it up close to an endless parade they dance a pattern so fine to behold stroboscopic emotions vibrate then dissolve one with a feathered spear one with a mirrored face black blood on the teeth (and a 3 eyed bag of leaf) and a dark space underneath when you’re the magic one the spells don’t hurt lift up your skirts and sit down in the dirt you can be your own chair throw back your long hair when you have spells to cast you don’t have a to care What do you think is the answer That holds us in stasis today I am the eye on the pyramid I turn all the controls up one prisms refracting reality One that is torn from the creatures of caves one that is born from the haze of all fate Inside the eye of the laser beam scream devolved into nothing but a terrible dream I see the blinded eyes and painted grins shrouded and sharp with skeletal chins we rub ourselves on the world like dogs that roll in the dirt we are the mess that can’t be solved we are the enemy that you can’t hurt

CHORUS 01: Marks n Spencer’s n’ Pastel socks Pot pourri and Carriage clocks CHORUS 2: Gin n’ tonics and Custard creams Cocktail hotdogs bowling greens VERSE: Ice and a slice British steel institution ‘ish Church bells peal they don’t like it up ‘em they do you know! A nice slice of pastel Battenburg - Prego! In the passenger lounge of my Allegro Is there no one left in Britain who can make a decent sandwich? VOICEOVER: Voted in past surveys as the nation’s favourite biscuit, Custard Creams' popularity remains undiminished by time. With its classic design of two layers of biscuit sandwiching a tasty cream centre, its Victorian swirls, and its multitude of ways to be eaten, the Custard Cream is quite simply a British institution. So whether you like to dunk them, dismantle them layer by layer, or devour them whole, you can’t really beat the good old-fashioned Custard Cream. Tastes as British as bulldog GLOBAL BRITAIN: Custard creams in Croatia Custard creams in Romania Custard creams in Latvia Custard creams in Lithuania Custard creams in Slovakia Custard creams in Slovenia Custard creams in Estonia Cyprus Poland Denmark Finland France Germany Ireland Italy Luxembourg Malta Netherlands Czech Austria Bulgaria Portugal Spain Sweden FADE TO GREYHOUND...

From ten thousand feet in the air we spiral down we can see the temple as we spiral down and down until we settle on the ground dusty brown against the sun so bright we frown we steal a car and drive away from town In the winding hills and secret groves we leave our thoughts and walk up and over to the temple hidden well In the temple stood a statue so fair amongst the columns amongst the grass that sprung from there I could not imagine I ever had a care in the setting sights of the book that we all read o, open up open up your book of cares you can see the starlight there o, open up open up your book of cares you can see the starlight there o, open up open up your book of cares you can see the starlight there up in the fading light something changes from something to nothing Cataclysm breaks Columns tumble Earth it shakes We tremble Panic humbled We grip the earth for terrors sake where sunsets roam and nothing but the sound of stone and all the danger of an entrance to the other world he takes us with the oldest hoax wraps us ready to be turned to smoke - - - - Press our faces to the ground and wait until the dawn hoof beats twist and turn upon on our scorn lost in the ruin Quite another hill we wake and find ourselves upon - - - - No words in our heads There’s no story left We wake on the ground we feel dead turn to the town feet of lead that carry us we are the grime we are the dust

I’m into the outdoors Where I’m under the spreading leaves of the trees I’m out of the indoors To the sunshine and I feel so free Why don’t you come there with me Back then I didn’t care so much I lived my life for pleasure Oh oh oh go to the sunshine Feel so free

No compass can find those marooned in the mind Shiver the bones The wind she moans capsize your mind flesh will find time slips by So wave a doubt jolly roger not sorry When your guts spill out all boats grow on the land you know trees need soil and hemp seeds grow sails need sewing And wind needs rope drowning waters beg for the boats to float my old piano sinks to the sea from up in the rigging I drink free from Romanesque galleon wine BC to be or not to be But set at sea an old mandolin this merman’s seen better days than today but my blade is keen North and South to the monsters mouth down and down we sink To the inky south i’ve got gills I’ll be fine I think down goes the drowner lungs so pink death’s friend we be we rot in the sea swashcosh and buckle up mutiny broadside, hole from within, souls flee Covered in scales walk back up the plank peel off the scales wooden leg on a ramp lift eyepatch to scratch Ship’s cat is a rat raise up the rigging davy jones is back Deck planks cracked writhing ropes in a sack Anchor chain is the pain and the flesh we hack In through the out And up through the mouth Eels in the ribcage compass south dance with jack ketch the oldest letch crack jenny’s teacup the sea will fetch doubloons and muskets cutlass cuts duccets mark this loss I mark a cross a place where there’s nothing but Ocean gloss Octopus got no skeleton loose Just slime over time And a jellymeat noose X marks the dark lies sunken ark Holds the the silver and gold in dark there’s sharks Two parts rum And one part cum Take whatever mate all meat for fun The undead’s said To give great head You’re not girl or boy When you’re a skeleton this octopus makes sailors heads spin strike the magnet to the iron take paper, float pin

Silver buckles On my shoes A slide from the top of the tree I could use spiralling around on my way to the ground out of the red yellow blue orange clouds way past the leaves inside to the eaves cinnamon in a moon skin on sing song I’m going to climb in through the window in the middle of the night get into the bed just as you like my legs like ice my arms like mice echo echo charlie feeling nice feeling nice feeling nice black ice black ice black ice

If you take my head and take it all apart you’re sure to find my soul and sure to find my heart I’m torn and turned around I scream but make no sound the tumbling leaves around the trees they make no sound please do this today we’re only here one day before the clouds they come and help us drift away there’s nothing else to do there’s nothing else to say If you take my head and take it all apart you’re sure to find my soul and sure to find my heart I’m turned and torn apart

Don’t make rules for how you think ‘cause then you won’t think at all Don’t set you mind into patterns now let experience be your all Do not allow the cloud of fear obscure your sight please keep it clear Don’t make rules for how you think Into smoke of darkness sink fading out, the shading ink All truth is ridiculed then violent opposed then seen as self-evident everyone knows Do not condemn the words of another ‘cause they differ from your own Do not contradict and confute; nor believe But weigh and consider alone Any victory gained by authority is a hollow victory won Better and warmer to live in dissent than agree with all thoughts as they come

Ball it Crumple it Roll it Set it on fire Whenever I want something I hand over special paper Gold like the sun but paper is no fun

Build It Up Again One billion years ago! Build it up again that’s the rules Save it Tic toc Yeah! Build it up again that’s the rules Save it Tic toc Get ready for it… Number 1, the first create all space and time Second separate the good from evil rhyme Third, the magic bird that flies the golden line 4th is the course of all recorded time 5th the healer that heals all with a wish Number 6 the natural universal life we live From mammalian, to the alien the tribal to the world The lotus will be floating in an ocean made of gold You got to build it Action! You got to build it Up from the floor Reaction You got to build it Action! You got to build it Up from the floor Action and reaction Stimulus response Poetry of conciousness That is how it was. Be with me, the primeval meditation, civilisation the one big love vibration the heat, the light that fills the stars at night the sky the who the what the gift of sight got to build it up… You got to build it Up from the floor You got to build it put one brick upon the other why don’t you build it up? build it up again

Corrugated Concrete should have been my name my mum’s name is aggregate my dad’s is Shane his real name’s sand, and my mum’s is lime And although that makes sense, the other names … they rhyme Things got worse when they got divorced They can’t split the house it’s steel reinforced I got two twin brothers called Bent Cement and where a brick hit my Nan her brain’s dement My little kid sister’s Called Cementine She’s got the calm poise of a figurine It’s quite amazing This crazy paving You’re drowning in work But just say your waving Could have laid in With some real stone But just think of the savings on sand alone Patter so On my patio Natter low Have a chattio Suntan so Watch how you go, there’s a rough patch there where the ivy grows just so you know It was still wet And hadn’t set When the cat in-stepped With a ‘left right left’ And a rude little kid Put a finger dipped And drew a hairy pair And a shiny lid my next door neighbour’s named Monica Mortar she’s often plastered she’s a builders daughter Contractually this Concrete’s Cracked actually Check the contract that cement sacks are stacked back to back see Corrugated Concrete should have been my name My real name is idiot And that’s a shame Cause the hard grey stuff is like life’s elixir My world revolves around the concrete mixer And if I get my way and I change my name My name’d be concrete corrugateds the game Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack concrete downbeat in the concrete jungle brickies never go extinct they just get humble don’t drag your feet I take my concrete neat comes from the mixer truck like sausage meat man in the street got concrete footsteps in my new wet drive where he sunk alive got an old friend derek in a motorway bridge and some concrete poetry stuck on the fridge So the die was cast In a glittering mould Rich and poor poured Like the stone of old cement laments pent up sentiment late for aggregate frequent torment lime rendered for the dis-ingendered I wield the trowel like cozy powell Dyslexic rhymes for our lockdown times bucket lost and bucket find obsessed by cement it’s indecent only feel complete in the presence of concrete Rough concrete base but a lovely polished face I get depressed with less cement Brutalism romance helped protect C’s the first real letter in the alphabet I can spin this on cassette but concrete’s is best Grout’s about use the water spout and some sand and I start to shout Corrugated Concrete should of been my name Corrugated Concrete should of been my name Corrugated Concrete should of been my name Corrugated Concrete should of been my name

soft shock when the smoke in the next town rises up sweet heat when the houses burn in the very next street pink smoke and the start of the war’s just another good joke footprints in the dust and the face of a blooded prince

Fucking Hell It’s Fucking Fucked! Prison planet Best of luck! Pretty flowers in the breeze cut them down and get down on your knees A prayer to the billionaires choking on their spaceship air perfect couples, breeding pairs strapped in flames to spaceship chairs boiled meat in silver heat blown up and scattered at our feet the smell of aluminium that vaporises and the funeral flowers sweet No planetary lifeboats left A knife to throats is what comes next There is no planet C we ate our As and Bs Gods sweet radiation makes steam from the sea Everything’s a sunset Everything we see

on an on an on an in an in an in an in on an on an on an in an in an in an in on an on an on an in an in an in an in slim so slim all is earth and life and kin toward the inner being all is earth and life a sweeter pool of water cool a harsher careless heart can rule wizards pace and archdukes fret the end of everything is coming next

1 2 3 4 please please just don’t talk no more 5 6 7 8 There’s only so much talk I’ll take 9 10 number number be cool like a cool cucumber ears are roasting body’s bursting silence is the thing I’m thirsting Did you see I did a thing, where a person saw the thing said they liked the thing I did and wanted more? Did you see a thing they said they liked was also a thing which I liked doing and looked good doing and in doing was a thing that made the other things I’m doing look good and maybe better than the things that other people say they’re doing and that makes me pleased the things I’m doing are so well worth doing. Did you hear that thing they said they said a thing so very big it was a thing that’s worth repeating and it’s an echo in my head and if I say this thing to you then you must never breathe a word, because the thing I’m going to tell you is a secret from the earth

when you lie round on your square bed with your round eyes looking at your square phone with your round head when you lie square on your round bed with your square eyes looking at your round phone with your square head grimscreed tunnelope screenager squarethinker angulist thinknot faker alchemental slack fantacutrix hyperelastic quintic square pix so is the earth flat? hyper-eliptic earthbound fairground burial mound tri-diptych turn a square in the air get slicker than a slick trick and the corners dematerialize ions resize and make the air high lizard skin wizards hat deflects magical hazmat on your round phone when your square UFOs call home I got hexagone windows in my greasy glass peace dome my paper round aint no paper scissors flame alone TV square eyes don’t die alone don’t lose your marbles on the bus ride home

We are 24 hours 24 hours of now We are 24 hours 24 hours now We are 24 hours 24 hours and hours and hours We are 24 hours 24 hours of now We are the night and the daylight fright! We are the street and we are the fight We are the neon the boots and the blades we are the zeon the roots and the fades We are the Zeds who are covered in sweat We smell pretty sour stay up 24 hours Check your time Feeling fine Gotta be a little bit past nine Morning or night It still feels right No need to speed day or nite

Nature Loves Bravery Nature loves bravery Round here There ain’t much Nature to see Nature loves bravery Round here There ain’t much Nature to see Nature loves bravery But round here There ain’t much Nature to see Nature loves bravery But if you see her say hi from me You don’t care If it’s not fair You just keep growing You just don’t care If it’s green or blue or grey You always seem to get your way And I like it that way Nature loves bravery But round here There ain’t much Nature to see Nature loves bravery But if you see her say hi from me

Aphelion Aphelion Aphelion Aphelion Aphelion Speak Walk Free Talk Shout Scream Earth steams White line Inside We’ve learned to fly Mycellium in helium convenience in seeds we send a tree to them which frees the zen and we will see we’ll see with them Cerebral twins are freed within we journey to the outer rim. We have no needs no limits then the wisdom of the stars they send. The body can speak the body can talk the body can fight the body can walk the body can be a growing tree the body can’t lie it wants to be free a thousand tunnels to a tunnelling town behind an atom the madness frowns total colour, total dark description of a meteor arc drunken and reeling questing for reason there is no more feelings just bodies be fleeing minds left behind left inside and beside we divide into three forms and then start to ride up high on a north star cloaks clouds and steams of neon flame curtains draped free across fields we hold and release to the infinite wreath a gesture so pure now as we gaze down beneath a single new word that emerges in time a single pure word that contains its own rhyme the body can stand on the edge of a light with dust clouds and lazers that cut up the night a peace sign, a circle that looks round every way you could see it from anywhere in the whole milky way The body can speak the body can talk the body can fight the body can walk the body can be a body tree but the body can’t lie it wants to be free Aphelion Aphelion

Hey Waiter Hey waiter Bring me some wine two bottles of champagne One red, one white A piece of caviar as big as you please Two roast chickens And a piece of cheese Silver buckles On my shoes Handkerchief on a stick Baby you can't lose Hey Pilgrim, Sexy and clean, I'd like a go on your tambourine, There's affection in my tuck shop cloak, For an angular priestess in a shiny black rowing boat, I'd like to set a new record in her castle moat. Hey wet cheeks, See how you feel, When we get to the water wheel, I know they play Steve Hillage, At the campsite cafe by the model village, There, plastic tablecloths resist a spillage. Cheap hotels but good reviews I hope you brought some comfortable shoes This Bohemian district Ain't no scam Artisan toffee Speciality ham Fresh baguettes And a poetry slam

don’t eat the cup or the stalk if it talks eat me, oh eat me i want to be eaten… do the mushroom walk bite into the twilight sky burning bright night orange white let the mushroom take your sight step up to a cloud take a slice of the world spread out the gills of the burning soul hear the mushroom toll eat me a mile take the mic for a walk and raise you a light you see me a spiral i might take a bite

Nice After Life It’s nice It’s nice in the after life It’s nicer than here Will the last one to leave… turn out the light Turn out the light Turn out the light Turn out the light Turn out the light It’s nice It’s nice in the after life It’s nicer than here It’s nice It’s nice in the after life It’s nicer than here It’s nice It’s nice in the after life Will the last one to leave… turn out the light It’s nice It’s nice in the after life It’s nice It’s nice in the after life It’s nice It’s nice in the after life

Vessel stretch the person, stretch them out make them thinner out and out like a string, like a thread colder grey and silver way made of dust and blown away Stretch the person each person a line that starts from where they’re from goes on to where they’re going to then ends where they belong a painted forest in the sea rippling light, make all the leaves moonlit white that’s made from sun noise of swirling waters come dab by dab the paint goes on fainting song and years too long seen outside the fleeting run into moonlight made from sun leaves and branches melt away turn to shadow trees that sway surfaces are peeled away surfaces are peeled away