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Q - Jam Baxter/DJ Sammy B-Side[00:00:00]
The end of the end blues ran deep in[00:00:30]
Their trembling flesh[00:00:33]
And their fresh wounds[00:00:34]
I slept in the queue extending in red[00:00:35]
Plumes coiled round a rock restless[00:00:37]
Lepers in lead shoes in single file silence[00:00:39]
The slug trail marches[00:00:42]
Craning necks stretch into rams horn[00:00:44]
Branches arching round shoulders[00:00:46]
Eyes on stalks snake round the stick[00:00:48]
Figures on their white hot forks[00:00:50]
Fog falling[00:00:52]
Vendors in the distance flogging[00:00:53]
Sugar eyelids peddling religions[00:00:55]
Penny for a lost day[00:00:57]
Seven for a sixpence[00:00:59]
A cavalcade of kings and their[00:01:00]
Devilish afflictions hold line[00:01:02]
One whisper tore through[00:01:04]
The doors yet again[00:01:06]
And soared high above the[00:01:07]
Rest for a second[00:01:08]
Like a feathered friend shifting[00:01:09]
And burning in a simultaneous flash[00:01:11]
Charred beak quivers as it[00:01:13]
Hits the glacial mass[00:01:15]
Old hag sobbing into wine glass[00:01:16]
Dried bark smoulders in an[00:01:18]
Old man's pipe as the skies part[00:01:20]
Lines start moving in their[00:01:22]
Multi coloured comet trails[00:01:23]
Dogged pale ink blots choking[00:01:24]
On their patience[00:01:26]
I tried to hold the vomit in[00:01:28]
My mouth I promise[00:01:30]
And when my cheeks burst[00:01:31]
I felled a whole forest honest[00:01:32]
Push past them cut them and collide[00:01:34]
'Cos I dreamt of a f**kable stack[00:01:35]
Of stunners on the other side[00:01:37]
It's like snakeskin[00:01:39]
Paths in the dust[00:01:40]
Following the cracks[00:01:42]
In the caramel crust[00:01:42]
Please save my place[00:01:44]
White lights whirling in the brain[00:01:51]
That led a tiny clown through[00:01:53]
A dying giant's veins[00:01:55]
Please save my place[00:01:56]
So calling all mugs mice[00:02:02]
Masters and mules[00:02:03]
Cloud chewing hogs huge[00:02:05]
Mutants and ghouls[00:02:06]
Please queue here[00:02:08]
Either that's a glace cherry[00:02:15]
On his chest[00:02:16]
Or the snipers had him locked[00:02:17]
In his crosshairs forever[00:02:18]
Let me guess[00:02:19]
Queue here[00:02:20]
We will now serve civilian a[00:02:26]
Trillion and four and snip the[00:02:27]
Instrument for insolence[00:02:29]
Positioned in his jaws[00:02:30]
Yelled a smug steward chewing[00:02:32]
On his tenth peppered steak[00:02:33]
Cold hands rubbing at his[00:02:35]
Wet lettuce face[00:02:36]
Step forth the doors dissolved[00:02:38]
Just for him[00:02:40]
Ushered into black clouds painting[00:02:40]
Silver skulls on his supple skin[00:02:42]
Muffling the wolf whistles[00:02:43]
Streaming from beneath[00:02:45]
That used to form an iron shell[00:02:46]
Around his featureless physique[00:02:48]
Now his flesh slipped off him[00:02:49]
To reveal his bones had grown mouths[00:02:52]
Of their own to scream freedom for once[00:02:53]
And each muscle slid into the[00:02:55]
Sky dripping sweetened blood[00:02:57]
Melting through the icy floor[00:02:58]
Slipping on a sea of slush[00:03:00]
Beating heart pukes a new gospel in[00:03:02]
A stubborn gut takes a bow and[00:03:04]
Crumbles in a puff of dust[00:03:06]
A short fat cripple caught[00:03:07]
His eyes in a rusty jug[00:03:08]
Inflating them to twin suns[00:03:10]
Burning brightly up above[00:03:11]
Lips stretched into plush red carpets[00:03:14]
Unfurling further phlegm forms the varnish[00:03:16]
Every brain cell swanning out[00:03:19]
Into the carnage to pause for[00:03:20]
The cameras flashing[00:03:22]
Every pattern matching[00:03:24]
Mind splattering an intricate design[00:03:25]
On every grinning speck of[00:03:27]
Space spread in infinite supply[00:03:28]
Nothing left but a grain of[00:03:30]
Salt shrinking in the sky[00:03:32]
We will now serve civilian[00:03:33]
A trillion and five[00:03:35]
Its like snakeskin paths in the dust[00:03:36]
Following the cracks in[00:03:38]
The caramel crust[00:03:40]
Please save my place[00:03:41]
White lights whirling in the brain[00:03:48]
That led a tiny clown through[00:03:50]
A dying giant's veins[00:03:52]
Please save my place[00:03:53]
So calling all mugs mice[00:03:59]
Masters and mules[00:04:00]
Cloud chewing hogs huge[00:04:02]
Mutants and ghouls[00:04:03]
Please queue here[00:04:05]
Either that's a glace[00:04:11]
Cherry on his chest[00:04:12]
Or the snipers had him[00:04:13]
Locked in his crosshairs forever[00:04:15]
Let me guess[00:04:16]
Queue here[00:04:17]