(+10 rating, 3 votes)Title track off of Jam Baxter’s latest offering, the latter he describes as “weird”, stating “this little shit slyly built itself over the last year while I wasn’t looking. My plan was to plug a gap between albums by making a few…
VERSE 1:
JAM BAXTER
- Deep aquatic excavator, dishevelled entertainer
- One thousand breeds of weasel wrestle on this escalator
- Tree dwellers leaping out the boughs shouting “Get the paper”
- Trunk hugging rebels chucking petals at a detonator
- Man this shit’s second nature
- My colossal monster, fed a rich mix of tar truth and bottled vodka
- Off to clock the shrunken brains that punctuate the squalor yonder
- Shotters on the underpasses passing rocks in rotten Poplar
- Doctor doctor, your people never needed you
- It’s deep when human evolution seems it’s superseded you
- My super seeds will germinate and turn the greys to greens and blues
- They’ll never find a pesticide to burn away the weeds that grew nah
- Divine vines twists around a muddy aura
- Gully author guilty is the hand that grips the bloody borer
- Bloody nora shit the bed the kid’s back, bell your Mum
- It seems a barrer’s work is never done – tell ‘em son
CHORUS:
JAM BAXTER
- Can you replace a man’s brain? How can I explain?
- I was still a foetus when the smug salesman came
- Calling out my name a stranger in the rain
- Banging at the doors of all perception screaming cuz pick a
- Brain frazzled brains, pickled brains, putrid brains, fickle brains
- Giant brains, shrivelled brains, vile brains, crippled brains
- Runny brains, yummy brains, mushy brains, get your brains
- Lovely brains, steaming brains, eat your brains, buy my brains
VERSE 2:
JAM BAXTER
- Nice crematorium, I simply love the décor
- The burning brains add a lovely sparkle to this stage floor
- I guess it’s all to play for, I’ll smash it in the second leg
- The jaded killer dragging seven dead sins to resurrect
- And entertain for brunch inside my mind I awake again
- Like, come on my trusty little sidekicks, let’s make amends
- Please, I’ve got a plan for us
- Hapless clammy hands erupt in every shade of perfect
- Turning vermin into trampled slugs
- Turning serpents into snapped elastic bands that once held a mind together
- Find the bits and bind them better
- Goodbye forever, wait
- I think I left my keys somewhere in that reprobate’s brains
- I guess I better see, hold still
- Operation rummage fails at phase one
- The blade swung, the kid fell, I watched it all and stayed numb
- The day comes where Mister Guts McGruff needs to clock the truth
- Belling up an ever eager salesman in a soggy suit
CHORUS:
JAM BAXTER
- Can you replace a man’s brain? How can I explain?
- I was still a foetus when the smug salesman came
- Calling out my name a stranger in the rain
- Banging at the doors of all perception screaming cuz pick a
- Brain frazzled brains, pickled brains, putrid brains, fickle brains
- Giant brains, shrivelled brains, vile brains, crippled brains
- Runny brains, yummy brains, mushy brains, get your brains
- Lovely brains, steaming brains, eat your brains, buy my brains
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deep aquatic excavator*
Cheers for the correction. What a place to mess up – the first line! Peace.
haha no probs bro! peace