[01:48.30] Anyway murder they say
[02:06.12] Please murder
[02:06.42] My face was watching braille dogs
[02:07.05] Hammering out belonging to the sky
[02:08.91] Their wings form shutters
[02:16.14] From Alan's window
[02:32.04] The incense drifts past the skins and shells
[02:41.19] Ruby waves goodbye
[02:42.48] And runs to the valleys
[02:42.96] That are beautiful
[02:43.41] And drenched with rain and colours
[02:45.06] And green was that blood then
[02:45.72] The sap of monsoons and butterflies
[02:48.57] When I was small the red flowers opened
[02:49.92] And I broke letters and dreamed
[02:50.82] Or murder and nations and Crowley's jazz
[02:52.59] 4 or 5 decades later
[02:57.72] I am some Egyptian face
[02:58.20] Was I in Luxor carving my name?
[02:58.89] Was I binding cats with kindness and saws?
[03:03.24] The green glass stinks with ash
[03:03.87] In the broken windows
[03:04.35] Remembered bodies
[03:04.86] Fill the streets with novels
[03:07.50] And the brave boys pass by
[03:08.01] In brave pontoons
[03:14.01] And mark graves
[03:14.37] With pebbles that sink and shriek jingles
[03:17.25] What was the lie in your showboat?
[03:19.11] Or your slowboat? Were the paperweights
[03:19.86] Calling you to statis? Or murder?
[03:20.55] Was your soul at KostKutters or Kwiksavers?
[03:21.54] The cats lie under pink lights
[03:33.15] And see themselves as ponies with fur
[03:40.32] Whilst Judas arises 4 centuries too late
[03:41.40] And says ecce homo an
[03:41.97] I was not the creator at the dawn or evening
[03:49.74] But the trains walk by to Toytown
[03:50.40] And call for fares from the wooden front
[03:51.27] You and I were walking the calypso
[03:51.96] Howling for teatime
[03:52.35] At teatime the conquistadors and matadors
[03:53.37] Are salvators and astronauts
[03:55.17] The sea was bloody red and coupled with fury
[03:56.46] Anyway murder they say
[04:16.98] Anyway murder

Anyway murder they say
Please murder
My face was watching braille dogs
Hammering out belonging to the sky
Their wings form shutters
From Alan's window
The incense drifts past the skins and shells
Ruby waves goodbye
And runs to the valleys
That are beautiful
And drenched with rain and colours
And green was that blood then
The sap of monsoons and butterflies
When I was small the red flowers opened
And I broke letters and dreamed
Or murder and nations and Crowley's jazz
4 or 5 decades later
I am some Egyptian face
Was I in Luxor carving my name?
Was I binding cats with kindness and saws?
The green glass stinks with ash
In the broken windows
Remembered bodies
Fill the streets with novels
And the brave boys pass by
In brave pontoons
And mark graves
With pebbles that sink and shriek jingles
What was the lie in your showboat?
Or your slowboat? Were the paperweights
Calling you to statis? Or murder?
Was your soul at KostKutters or Kwiksavers?
The cats lie under pink lights
And see themselves as ponies with fur
Whilst Judas arises 4 centuries too late
And says ecce homo an
I was not the creator at the dawn or evening
But the trains walk by to Toytown
And call for fares from the wooden front
You and I were walking the calypso
Howling for teatime
At teatime the conquistadors and matadors
Are salvators and astronauts
The sea was bloody red and coupled with fury
Anyway murder they say
Anyway murder