Remember, remember this dismembered member - An emblem of the feminine, of liberty and of love; So her lover could neither leave her nor satiate another, Sada severed me and then she housed me in her handbag. Be tender, bartender, to these destitute testicles And penurious penis, once exhibited to Tokyo’s pathologists, But now penniless here in Shinagawa, in search of my Sada - The lover who unleashed me to love her forever. Forlorn and on the run... forlorn and on the run. Don't ponder, don't wonder why Sada knifed Ishida or why asphyxiation garrotted their parting embrace: neither for rape as a teenager nor being flogged to the Geisha but for love beyond Ono No Komachi's verses of waka. Not just a dick depicted in pornos as the preserve of perverts, and erotic grotesque nonsense and erotic grotesque nonsense, I undulate and I roll from bar to bar for the love of my Sada. When warfare waned for Japan's women Sada’s knife severed sexual inhibition. Sada severed sexual inhibition. Sada severed inhibition. Remember, remember this dismembered member An emblem of the feminine, of liberty and of love; So her lover could neither leave her nor satiate another Sada severed me and then she housed me in her handbag. Be tender, bartender, to these destitute testicles And penurious penis, once exhibited to Tokyo’s pathologists, But now peniless here in Shinagwa, in search of my Sada - The lover who unleashed me to love her forever. The lover who unleased me to love her forever. Forlorn and on the run... forlorn and on the run. Be tender, bartender; be tender, bartender... And remember, remember... this dismembered member

Exterminate, regenerate the phenotype. Exterminate, regenerate the phenotype The phenotype regenerates exterminates… You’re more Davro than Davros; More sinner than Simonyi. More Anselm than Einsten; More Scientism, than Scientist… Devolved from Biologist To bathetic, post-colonisticist. Obsessed with faith, You’re the enemy of reason, But the’ Selfish Gene’ is fucking genius… The phenotype regenerates and exterminates The phenotype regenerates and exterminates More Davro than Davros; You’re more sinister than Simonyi; More Anselm the Einsten; More Iraneus than my Romana… Neanderthal on Twitter… Exterminate, regenerate the phenotype The Phenotype regenerates and exterminates...

Priggery, caddery, snobbery smuggery Bea Miles squeezes arse-first into my cab commanding a trip of 25000 miles to Perth. I quote 19 days and six-hundred dollars, she acquiesces and quotes Macbeth – never having compensated a cabbie in years, just wrenching-off their bumpers or sailing-on their doors. Who better than me, then, to collate her tale as her tennis shoes straddle my dashboard? As we cruise out of Sydney, I enquire why she motorcycles in evening dress, before skewering sharks with knives by her beach cave, or why ‘Gentleman will refrain from smoking’ sings the sign under which she refuses to refrain for... Priggery, Caddery, Snobbery Smuggery At Wagga Waaga Bea bawls ‘Pull over!’ because Rosie Norton has flown down from Kings Cross; Fresh from the thunder, Rosie wriggles-in beside her, shunning me as a senseless shibboleth. The filth have harassed her for wandering with wizards, drawing demons and fucking gay men; Residing in tents and stables, Thorn curses conformity and conducts a sky-clad ritual with Miles. She sings ‘Though the tabloids taunt me for anal antics and meddling with the mentally ill, I came into this cab bravely; I’ll go out bravely to enchant pompous prudes and Priggery, Caddery, Snobbery, Smuggery.' As the cab comes to Ceduna ,Bea beckons Bill Chidley clad in Grecian tunic and clutching pamphlets. William wandered out of the asylum – sentenced by sober society for flogging mere nudity and nuts. His pamphlets he places beside Bea’s Battered coat, and once again the cab becomes sky clad, But Chidley chides sexual convention, and wishes to unite with the wheels of the world. So Together, on my back seat, they mourn a planet on which sex is perverted and uniqueness prevented; where Bea’s arrested, Rosie’s restricted and Bill’s banned from Australia’s soapboxes by Priggery, Caddery, Snobbery, Smuggery Norseman nears as Bea previews her death, and reveals the reason for her voyage: ‘The wildflower’, she wheezes, ‘the emblem of Australia, grows in Perth like no other… When they scatter me across this country, they must scatter them upon me… Play ‘Tie me Kangaroo down Sport’, sing it for Bea now’, as Perth approaches…' She reaches out and holds me, huge though she is, followed by her fellows… With no inhibitions and no superstitions... they fuck.... Priggery, caddery, snobbery, smuggery Priggery, caddery, snobbery, smuggery Priggery, caddery, snobbery, smuggery!

(Please note – the lyrics to this song are the originals, but we improvised during the recording, so you will hear something different)… Charles Peace, Charlie Peace, is requested not to interfere with my family. Deformed in Darnell, formed in Hell, fled to Hull; Only the second shot was fatal; Catherine was always postnatal. Charlie Peace… Miller labourer, Sheffield charlatan murderer. Picture famer, poverty proclamaimer; In the Mill, in Darnell, in Armley Jail, hanged in Hell… Underestimated, overcompensated. Picture framer, run to Hull, Darnell Murderer – fled to Hell, hard to foretell. Peckham Pouncer, Blackheath Burglar, Sheffield murderer, murder, murderer. Man of science, man of silence, Back to Leeds Magistrates: they’ll hang you for my wife; they hanged you for my murderer. Charlie Peace requested to not interfere with my family… Charlie Peace, Charles Peace forever constrained to IMDB. My Ghost will never be free (only the second shot was fatal) proclaiming no man of science – just Yorkshire defiance 'Ear all, see all, say nowt; Eyt all, sup all, pay nowt; And if ivver tha does owt fer nowt – Allus do it fer thissen

Festive soldiers eat Christmas mice; festive soldiers eat Christmas mice; Festive mice eat Christmas soldiers; festive mice eat Christmas soldiers… This is a toy story, just like toy story So I enter magician, rat catcher…decrepit, degenerate godfather to both Fritz and to Clara…but always Clara…always Clara. Unspoiled by any spurious Christmas Eves; I’m your Uncle Drosslemyer Toys, Toys, come to life; Toys, Toys, take a wife Gingerbread soldiers eat the mice; gingerbread battles mice… Enter the toy Nutcracker; enter the toy the Nutcracker, cradles in my arms to fall into Clara’s the boy Nutcracker. Clumsy Fritz may break him, but Clara’s loins repair him, running round and around the Christmas tree under the witching hour…my rat catchers… Toys, toys… Enter The Mice Rat KING Monster…he has Nutcracker in his claws, he has nutcracker in his jaws, he has nutcracker in his loins, but Clara felled the rodent, Dear Clara felled the rodent…Clara saved her toy boy, Clara saved her toy boy…Toys, toys come to life; Now my dear eavesdropper, judge me not too bleakly, judge me not too weakly…for the king’s ratcatching has to be done and the best tool is Clara to free Nutcracker I had to trick her; I had to trick her to free Nutcracker. I had to take her to the land of sweets…to find her true lover… Mice, mice everywhere, rats and vermin everywhere armed to teeth with fangs sabres flashing bear, armed to the fangs with sabres slashing through the air. I had to take her to the land of sweets…to find her true lover…

No more we will speak we will speak no more As if the sea is frozen And the land lined by no tundra As if spider's web is broken and raven's mask has fallen the beetle, our food stolen 1997 - worlds beginning and ending In 1997 our hearts in frost Frost in our hearts in 1997 As if the thaw has flooded Sirenik by Siberian snows As if tales of ravens and foxes lie forgotten in boxes Or mouthed only by others No longer our mothers In 1997… Sleep, Vyie Sleep, Vyie, and the pea pod contains me before collapsing beneath me till I'm meeting the unmasking raven questioning how a woman fell through where his pod grew Raven flies for days and then feeds me with berries before scattering seeds and moulding clay into all species crafting your father for comforting me moulding your father for comforting me Raven is making you father out of clay just for comforting me… Sleep, Vyie, sleep - sleep and Shleep in 1997 Shleep We live by the raven and die by his laws, hunting only whatever he allows till spider knits new tundra summer after summer though the sea is cruel from the beginning - man crafted from clay and woman grows for five days till her feet pierce the pod and she speaks to the world but never more in Sirenik... In 1997 as new lovers are meeting by the sea, new lovers are meeting by the sea, though never more in Sirenk… SLEEP, Vyie, SLEEP!

Whilst Minna Bernays speed-bumps-over Freud's cadaver – cruising for Bea Miles and equality, warring crooks and cops straddle cockless corpses – spermatozoa only for each other to see, but with Sada's blade in waiting to gift each a slice of his quarry and Bill Chidley's nuts gyrating beneath lactating wheels of a passing lorry; Dawkin's cerebral accident drives God to feckless pilgrims scrounging from Oxford to Social Media and we reincarnate Biria, resting navigator, through stars above the fucked-up frosts beyond Siberia. Sometimes, earnest verses bleeding from my complacent lips, I think we're walking on their graves. I think we're waltzing on their graves Here I go again We can make Shrinks shoot cops backwards in Godless seas of phallic ice By milking deceased tongues and barring extinct speakers from paradise. Witness Bernays in intergalactic trysts with Byria in some canoe or other; Any amorous narrator will suffice - animal, vegetable or nymphomaniacal mother... Sometimes, turgid verses leaking from my plagiarising lungs, I think I'm stomping on their graves I think we're digging-up their graves; I THINK WE’RE FUCKING ON THEIR GRAVES… Here we go again