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Naked Crusaders, UFOs, Robin Hood, the Black Dalek, a soup covered Marshall stack & a portion of chips wrestle on stage with a giant chicken & a picture of a horse. Recorded by Richard Haines at the Dungeon studio in 1988.
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Zappa-esque, psychedelic, rock pranksters from Oxford. Gibbering mad professor front man with 1001 surreal costume changes. Abstract fish-obsessed lyrics.
Zappa-esque, psychedelic, rock pranksters from Oxford. Gibbering mad professor front man with 1001 surreal costume changes. Abstract fish-obsessed lyrics and systematic tremolo-arm abuse.
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Genre
Rock • Classic Rock
Charts
#2,497 in subgenre Peak #9
Charts
Peak #82
Author
Mick Clack
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Mick Clack
Uploaded
October 01, 2003
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MP3 4.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
We were all on a single decker number 2a bus to Cutteslowe. Frank, Mick, Binky, the Sarge, Whale and Opah - when suddenly Edgar Winter came through the window on a tartan skateboard and showed us a short cut to the Raddy where we all proceeded to continue to live in the past. This song is about Christmas.
Lyrics
Just one of the millions I grit my teeth The sky above us and The earth beneath I rest the photo on my knees in real life you look much fatter I stare unblinking at the soil A red hot feeling in my bladder Shine a light on me... I put on my balaclave Hold tight to my balaclava Mount Etna's molten lava Won't burn my balaclava One grain of truth On a beach of lies Tears are falling From my eyes Mad grappling on the rough terrain Can't sort the good men from the bad I stare unblinking at the soil an empty feeling in my head Shine a light on me... I put on my balaclava...etc (Balaclava - what a palaver!) Mummy prays that I'm not shot away And that I'm not gay 'Cause it would be a tragedy For the entire family Oh I hope they don't take away Balaclava... I rest the good book on my knees Sort out the demons from the Gods I stare unblinking at the soil A red hot feeling in my guts Shine a light on me...
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