Dragnet
Album - 26 ottobre 1979 - Debaser id 55504

Is there anybody there?
Yeah!


Rock rock rock rock rock


Rocky! rocky!
Is quester psykick dance-hall
Step forward for
Esp medium discord


My garden is made of stone
There’s a computer center over the road
I saw a monster on the roof
Its colors glowed on the roof


Round the corner
Is quester psykick dancehall
Step forward for
Esp medium discord


Here they have no records
They know your questions about no words
Just bumble stumble to the waves
Twitching out to the waves


Clock it! clock it!
It’s quester psykick dance-hall
Never bored with
Esp medium discord


When I’m dead and gone
My vibrations will live on
In vibes on vinyl through the years
People will dance to my waves


Rock it! rock it!
It’s quester psykick dance-hall
Step aboard for
Esp medium discord

You gotta come
For a mental orgasm

A figure walks behind you
A figure walks behind you
A shadow walks behind you
A figure walks behind you



Days of booze and roses
Shine on us, free us all
Who is not irascible
He is no genius



A figure walks behind you
A figure walks behind you
A shadow walks behind you
A figure walks behind you



The old golden savages
Killed their philosophers
Thought brought the drought about
Something followed me out
Goes out again



A figure walks behind you
A shadow walks behind you
A figure walks behind you
A shadow walks behind you



And if it grabs my coat tail
I will turn and hit it
It may remove the pegs
Keeping my eyes open



A figure walks behind you
A shadow walks behind you
A figure walks behind you
A shadow walks behind you



It's got eyes of brown, watery
Nails of pointed yellow
Hands of black carpet
It's a quick trip to the ice house
A quick trip to the ice house X 3



A figure walks behind you
A shadow walks behind you
A figure walks behind you
A shadow walks behind you
You X 7



A figure walks behind you
A shadow walks behind you
A figure walks behind you
A shadow walks behind you



You X 3



And tales of terror
Which my father told me
They never scared me
But not only is it the blind
Who cannot see
That figure behind you
Behind you x 2
You x 2



That figure kept on walking
Behind you



There's a man on my trail X 4
He's also behind you
Behind you X 4



That figure kept on walking X 4
Behind you X3



A figure walks 3

Hey badges tinkle
T-shirts mingle



Hey you horror-face!



I'm a printhead
I go to pieces
I'm a printhead
I go to pieces yeah



End of catch-line
End of hook-line



We had a two page
It's what we needed
I'm an ill head
My face increases
How my head increases
Real problems, biz



So how is it, yeah
That I've reached here
I thought this game
Would do me good



How could printed vinyl bring you out to here?



We laughed with them
When it was take-the-piss time
I'm no egghead
But I'm an ex-worker man
W.C.-hero friend - and not water closet!



There's a barrier between writer and singer
Uh-huh he's a good man
Although a lazy one
The singer is a neurotic drinker
The band little more than a big crashing beat.
Instruments collide and we all get drunk



The last two lines
Were a quote, yeah
When we read them
We went to pieces



We went to pieces, yeah
We went to pieces, yeah
Regularly



One day a week
I'm a printhead, yeah
Twenty pence a week
Dirty fingers



Printhead X 3



With print you substitute an ear
For an extra useless eye

Just take for instance
a time of great depression
Fade out of reason
bad time's in season



Don't shut your heart out
Don't cry your eyes out



Don't cry for me, Mexico
Or Savage Pencil
I'm nearly healthy



And they try to take my eyes out
Friends try to work my soul out
But I don't sing, I just shout
Heavy clout, heart out



Now here's a joke
to cheer you up:
Old times no surgeon
Just magicians and dungeons
There they take your heart out
with a sharp knife
It wasn't fake
They had no anesthetic.
That joke's pathetic.



Just look at me
Too much speed
But very plain
You're lucky, friend.



You've got one to take out
You know what I'm talking about!
I don't sing I just shout
All on one note.
Sing, sing, sing, sing
Look at me, I just ding

Heart is out, out, it's out

Get that spot, put it in the pot for me
Cos I'm Muzorewi's daughter
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
I'm Muzorewi's daughter


I was Muzorewi's daughter
I've been in the pot too long
Too hot in the pot too long
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
Muzorewi's daughter
[African call love]
[Genteel laws love]
I'm Muzorewi's daughter


Left wing hot properties
Out of the closet and sheet
Arose Muzorewi's daughter
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
I'm Muzorewi's daughter


I'm Muzorewi's daughter
I'm Muzorewi's daughter


The trees are reeds with evil seeds for me
Cos' I'm Muzorewi's daughter
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
I'm Muzorewi's daughter

[African call love]
[Genteel laws love]
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
[I blow a wall] love
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
I'm Muzorewi's daughter


I'm too long in the pot
I'm too long in the mouth
I'm too long in the pot
I'm too long in the nips
I'm too long in the tits
I'm too long in the mitts


I'm Muzorewi's daughter
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
Muzorewi's daughter
Muzorewi's daughter

Dragnet for gun-blast man
The papers had a father
Holding up a picture
His son-in-law killed her



Yes he killed his wife
She was wasting his life
His veins are full of evil serum
But what's done is done



Now he's trapped in flat of angles
Hiding in flat of angles
Right down to its gables



And sometimes bell bust under
The rings from many callers
Coupon and gas-board man
Dragnet for gun-blast man



Who's trapped in flat of angles
Rented cage is flat of angles
Right down to its gables



And first he started on the floorboards
120 degrees from window
Doors open to specification
And keeps out stupid neighbours



Very safe is flat of angles
Cheap rent too his flat of angles
Down to its gables



Here he fights to type
Story of murder in his life
Or soap operas all day
In rooms of dirty laundry



But I'm in flat of angles
Hiding in flat of angles
Right down to its gables



And the sun dragged him out one day
From his laundry
He saw mercenary eyes
The streets are full of mercenary eyes



Well stretched in flat of angles
Not long left in flat of angles
Down to the gables



There's a big reward for gun-blast man
A big reward for gun-blast man
A big reward for gun-blast man



Let us go up and [..] write stories

Dragnet

Phone in for the Dragnet man

[spoken] Are you doing what you did two years ago?
Yeah? Well don't make a career out of it

Up tonight
You are chock, you are pop, you are pop-stock
[backing vocals] (Mix my pop-stock)
Pop-stock, mix my pop-stock
Pop-stock, mix my pop-stock
Pop-stock, mix my pop-stock

We like pop-sick stickers
We like weak TV
We like chocolate animals
We eat porky piggies

Pop stock, mix my pop-stock
Pop-stock, mix my pop-stock
Pop-stock, try my pop-stock
Pop-stock, buy my pop-stock

Now all the bourgeoisie
They hate our crazy scene
'cause we dig pop-sick stickers
We like weaker tea

But they're the product of the same systems
Beyond their control
They stayed on at school
And tolerate bad manners

Pop stock, mix my pop-stock
Pop-stock, mix my pop-stock
Pop-stock, try my pop-stock
Pop-stock, buy my pop-stock

Now come on kids
You don't need a '77
You don't need Lee Cooper
You don't need three cosmic boots
You don't need no cosmic shit
Lets get this thing together
And make it bad

Why are you smiling
Why are you laughing
At or with this song
It's not like your scene, your scene

Pop stock, mix my pop-stock
Pop-stock, mix my pop-stock
Pop-stock, try my pop-stock
Pop-stock, buy my pop-stock

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