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Howard Turner on The Recording of "Headache Rhetoric".
He was there! He was in the recording studio while they made the album!

I'll come round - if you come over - to our way of thinking
Light blue vision - On the open sea - Drifting and listening
On the open sea -  My little swan
Good-bye my little swan - I hope you won't forget
Stop to recollect too long
I'll come over - If you come round - to our way of thinking
Light blue vision - calm and dreaming
On The open sea
Farewell my little swan - You don't want to forget
Stop to recollect too much
You have a lovely mouth - You have a lovely height
You have a lovely stomach - You have a lovely psyche
You have a lovely mouth - You have a lovely hyde height
You have a lovely stomach - You have a lovely psyche
psyche - psyche
Stop coming back - Keep coming back
Just to mess me up like that
My little swan - My epi-center
Good-bye my little swan - I know you won't forget
Stop to recollect to long
One day my little swan...

Rat catch an early recollection of group disorder in our street
With half bricks and sticks and sticks of which
Whack me on the head
Not quite hard enough a thump to determine the nature of things
Not quite hard enough a thump to determine the nature of things
So, hold still, still, still,
I'll nail you down
So, hold still, still, still,
I'll nail you down
So who put those questions there coming at you double quick fire
The first hit of political stick left a bright red sting
Not quite hard enough a thump to determine the nature of things
Not quite hard enough a thump to determine the nature of things
So, hold still, still, still,
I'll nail you down
So, hold still, still, still,
I'll nail you down
Thing is you cant grow back what is mowed down
Thing is your own back yard is overgrown
Thing is you cant grow back what is mowed down
Thing is your own back yard is overgrown
(guitar solo)
Knocks and blows and bitterness fashion more much more then sympathy
storms of stones and sticks and half bricks
reflect how it all is
storms of stones and sticks and half bricks
the very perfect nature of things
storms of stones and sticks and half bricks
the very perfect nature of things
So, hold still, still, still,
I'll nail you down
So, hold still, still, still,
I'll nail you down"

My days are numbered and structured at cross purposes
My steps are aimless and i couldn't care less
I stumbled on DNA once and sucked in CS gas
My reality is Television - records
I disappeared one day in a blinding blue flash
I stumbled on DNA once and stuck it up my....
my conscience is non-existent i'm numb with disinterest
my elastic arms are stretched across oceans of stress
my days are numbered
i dont know what to do
my lights are flashing
how about you ?
....
My days are numbered
I know exactly what to do
My brain is bending
How about you?
My theories are psuedo hollow and thouroughly weightless
My mind is polluted by dreary sixties sickness
My fabrications are solidly ludicrous
I stumbled on CS gas while I sucked in DNA
My days are numbered
i know exactly what to do
my lights are flashing
how about you ?"

My heart is killing, my bones are cracked and I
have gut ache
I fall over often and I spill all over the place
If there's something bugging you I'll assist it off you're chest
My bones are killing, my heart is cracked and I
have this taste
My heart is broken, my guts are cracked and I
have gut ahce
I fall over often and manage (uh-uh?) all over the place
Let me dive down deep and never ever come back up
My guts are cracked, my heart is broken and I
have this taste
(knock me up. ???)
(Knock me up today ?)
Walk over broken glass
Just to get next to her
(???????)
(??????) for her
Don't want to talk about - anyone else
Don't want to think about -  anyone else
My heart is killing, my bones are cracked and I
have gut ache
I fell over often and I spill all over the place
If there's something bugging you I'll assist it off you're chest
My bones are killing, my heart is cracked and I
have gutache

"Put your neck on the chopping block
Sieze this day laugh the airheads off
Decline the blindfold - watch them chop
Decapatation is nothing to be scared of
Put your neck on the chopping block
You'll feel the left side of your skull box
Get out your face and your mind will follow
Let me help you with what you care for
Only if you're sure
Of this you can be sure
I think I got something, I think I picked up something
I may have got something
I think I got something, I think I picked up something
I may have got something
Put your neck on the chopping block
Seize this day laugh the heir's heads off
Troubles made to see you so (disturbed?)
Let me help you with what you care for
Only if you're sure
Of this you can be sure
Apprehension
I think I got something, I think I picked up something
I think I got something
I think I got something, I think I picked up something
I may have got something"

I wish i could tell you how much it means
without letting go to too delicate dreams
I have swallowed a black poison cherry
it still hasn't really registered
I lost my balance when you sat on my knees
spooked in a spell by the North Sea
(??In a disaster, grab a kiss??)
No one ever really (holds that close?)
Just carry on being what you are
Look up over morning at a new perfect star
Come to me - come to me
I'm on your side - (eternity?)
scan the sky invoke a storm
i count the seconds and they're far, far, far, too long"

I hate that wanting too much, so much
Some things don't bear analysis.
Here hair was blue and her eyes were black
She's never, ever coming back
There's no sense in thinking too much on it by not willing it doesn't hurt.
There's no sense in willing too much on it by not thinking it doesn't hurt.
A few days ago you were distinctively all right
Now you're back heading on for grimness
I never imagined for a moment you were (that scared?)
It's time you got some sense in that head of yours
You don't blink slow as not to miss a thing
Just leave it (open ended?)
You don't blink slow as not to miss a thing
Just let it sort itself out
- {guitar solo} -
Not something you can turn on and off like a tap
But it's (reared? stayed? weird?) when the power goes dead
Need someone else and completely forget
Make glaring big mistakes
Don't blink slow as not to miss a trick
Just leave it (opened ended?)
Once I was in the same position myself
I think I survived.

"Good God, it all changed here. The stars must have switched position
Creating an (unwelcome?) question mark
Mostly over a town of patterns.
Just waiting for the planet to reflect and (durade?) back to the moon. Just waiting for the planet to reflect and interfere with my daydream.
Good god it all swapped here. The stars must have swapped positions
Creating a sense of rearrangement
Mostly over a town of patterns.
Just waiting for the planet to reflect and doom ray back to the moon.
Just waiting for the planet to reflect and interfere with my daydream.
Will you be caught with your pants down and move on a step or two?
Will you be caught with your pants down and get all these things done?
Will you be caught with your pants down and move on a step or two?
Will you be caught with your pants down?
I never listened to a coo-coo vigour
And reaffirm what we're following,
Is nothing but whats at the end
Of our rainbow noses.
Just waiting for the planet to reflect and doom ray back to the moon.
Just waiting for the planet to reflect and interfere with my daydream.
Will you be caught with your pants down and move on a step or two?
Will you be caught with your pants down and get all these things done?
Will you be caught with your pants down and move on a step or two?
Will you be caught with your pants down?

I have a headache rhetoric - And I'm so happy I could slit my wrists
This is an empty vessel lesson - A collective works of what the mystic insults
oh
This is an (arm?) of disorientation - A central nervous brain of terror
This is the heart of emptiness - Banging the broken bell of treason
oh
These are words of one that're lost- Absurd and cracked under the surface
This is a twisted awkward beacon
I have to do nothing about the great boredom
oh
Knee trembler (4X)
I have a headache rhetoric, I'm so happy I could slit my wrists
This is an arm of disorientation, This is an empty vessel lesson
Have to do nothing about the great boredom
Have to do something about the great boredom
This is where the universe ends
This is a fable of desolation
This is where the whole world crumbles
In an age of (a reforming gyro-flem?)
This is the face of (Victoria Rome?) (or "victorian Rome?")
These are (grammar casualties?)
This is a (briefing?) for your unwanted money
This is a (cost and scheme in stress?)
This is nothing worth repeating
These are (characters?) of assassination
Knee Trembler(2X)

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