Roy Harper - Liquorice Alltime lyrics

Non-live own up to nighting except poodles in the microwave oven and pillocks

On the Phillips TV; bare of any meaningful pith bereft of any reason or raisin

Puking in the back alleys of beaten up arms dealers vocal chords

Place in our time chips in our alcohol prannies in our way

Place in our time

Place in our time

Liquorice alltime

Stream of shit conciousness drunken heretic in an afternoon of tragic

Sunsets and foggy mornings, tragedy eyebrows, the rivers run with blood

From my ears like an electric mistress at point blank through the frontal

Lobes and back onto the dole and into the scratching paupers grave of daily

Drudge in the Thatcherdom of discontent and the greater Galtieri of

Disappearance and gall bladder melt down

Place in our time

Place in our time

Liquorice alltime

Dehydration. Bleeding mothers with totally infinitely traumatised human

Sausages in the greater green pea soup of azure weather maps and bullshit

Representation of Jack Frost God me stood at the bar sober as a Newton's

Apple falling through transcending universes of seven dimensions looking

For eight in the greedy onslaught for knowledge and total disregard for

Anything past future including history

Falling, we're falling, take me home my lovely to your first time bed and

Let me lie with you until they bury us in liquorice alltime, come my love we

Face togetherness in the tragedy of all time

Liquorice alltime