Shriekback: Lyrics to
"Naked Apes & Pond Life"
Naked Apes & Pond Life
Stimulated The Beaded Hamster / Pond Life /
Hostage / Invisible Rays /
Claxon Bolus / Massive Custard / Jp8 / Berlin /
unSONG / Baby Lion / Everything's
On Fire / String, Sedatives, Weaponry / Keep-Net Stevenson /
Anal Piss-Machine.
All songs published by Copyright Control.
All songs written by Shriekback (Barry Andrews, Martyn Barker,
Lu Edmonds, Simon Edwards, Mark Raudva).
Lyrics reproduced with permission from members of Shriekback.
Initial transcription by Tom Pitsis (thanks!), corrections and
formatting by Phil Hetherington. Many thanks to Barry Andrews for
further corrections and answering various queries.
- Stimulate The Beaded Hamster
(Instrumental)
- Pond Life
All you spacemen gather round
This is what we done found
Barraccuda with their brides
All barking mad and hog tied
Levitation, silent prayer
The stick people and the dancing bears
Hack their heads off, crawl inside
All you see is idiotic pride
Six times underneath the knife
All the naked apes and pond life
I said the bitch, the pig, their lawyers and me
All work together and we're gonna be free
I said to Jesus one more time
Do that stuff you do with the water and the wine
Hot jelly, fresh lime
Data stream and sex crime
With the blackened teeth and the stick sound
The crepuscular runaround
I had my share of trouble and strife
And all those naked apes and pond life
Monkey see the monkey, monkey make his move
Monkey do the damage that the monkey gonna do
Monkey desecration, monkey making tools
Stick it to the monkey, break the monkey balls
Monkey see the monkey, monkey make his move
Monkey do the damage that the monkey gonna do
Monkey desecration, monkey making tools
Stick it to the monkey, break the monkey balls
Flesh landslide bones and hearts
Head lice and sex parts
Chicken salad running around
Spilling their jizz on the consecrated ground
God's cadaver lying there
Check its pulse and comb its hair
Plug its asshole, disclocate the spine
Scrape it all off and tell me what you find
Ape rabies the chimp wife
All the naked apes and pond life
Naked apes and pond life
Naked apes and pond life
- Hostage
I will sample you off
I will take you my hostage
I will think of some names
Oh yeah, bring your hooligan gods
Your second hand language
And your dangerous games
I will struggle with nets
Keep my feet in the water
You're out there swimming around
Swimming around
Your ridiculous fears
I know how to allay them
I can smile and be sweet
I will punish your crimes
I will warmly embrace you
I will sing you to sleep
Hush now
Stir this all around and around
Stir this all around and around
Stir this all around and around
Stir this all around and around
Stir this all around and around
Stir this all around and around
Stir this all around and around
Stir this all around and around
Stir this all around and around
Stir this all around and around
Stir this all around and around
Stir this all around and around
Stir this all around and around
Stir this all around and around
Stir this all around and around
I will wait your return
I will watch from my window
I will sweep off the snow
I will trample your corn
Hold my arms out for ever
I can't leave you alone
Oh no, I will bandage your hands
I will drink of your horrors
I will push you around
I will lick off your tears
I will dress you in flowers
Oh yeah I love you to bits
Love you to bits
- Invisible Rays
I had a dream I walked the desert
I saw a virgin and a lion
They took me to the holy mountain
And showed to me all of these signs
I saw the fire upon the water
I saw the blight upon the land
I walked ten thousand miles to tell you
The things I saw are now at hand
Jihad, invisible rays
Killing boxes, cold fire
Number war, the woman of gold
Hard shadow, broken light
They took the god child from the cradle
They built the tower on the shore
They killed the king and took his young wife
And gave her fortune to the whore
You who hear me now bear witness
These words come not a day too soon
Your tears will fall like flowing rivers
Upon the waters of the moon
Jihad, invisible rays
Killing boxes, cold fire
Number war, the woman of gold
Hard shadow, broken light
Jihad, invisible rays
Killing boxes, cold fire
Number war, the woman of gold
Hard shadow, broken light
- Claxon Bolus
(Instrumental)
- Massive Custard
(Instrumental)
- Jp8
(Instrumental)
- Berlin
He was walking at night mixing himself with the shadows
Running blue veined caged tight fast past the flesh windows
And he was not expecting anything
Not the angel choir inside his head
Or the litmus test of doves
And there they were
And he felt the rolling fever hands of light upon him
Felt the beady eyes of the night upon his back
And everything he said turned into something else
Everything he said turned into something else
And he said "What kind of beast am I?"
And he said "Who brings the tablets down this mountain?"
And he said "Is this where I live?"
And he said "Ah, sometimes I feel so full"
And a voice answered saying "You are an aerial hung up to the Divine,
You are a beach for the waves of the world to crash on,
You are the spilt wine,
You are the spilt wine at the table of the gods"
And through the wet streets of the city
Washed bloody with the warfare of the ghosts
There is a shining something, there is a shining something
And death is only one of its faces
Love is only one of its faces
And he said "I will be a testament to this
I will be consumed in this
I will be a run of sparks around the coils of this labyrinth
I am the roar of the bees in summer
I am a winged victory
And this is my epiphany
I am a winged victory
This is my epiphany
I am a winged victory
And this is my epiphany"
- unSONG
Unthinkable designs, unbearable decisions
Unquestionable pain, unprepossesing features
Inpenetrable signs, unfounded accusations
Unskillful states of mind, unsettling misgivings
Undisciplined retreats, unscientific methods
Unburyable guilt, unmurmuring surrender
Unpardonable faults, unbudgeable positions
Implausible events, unpalatable findings
Unsound
Unsound
Unsound
Unsound
Unscrupulous deceits, unwitting acts of kindness
Unsystematic thought, untraceable descendents
Unwholesome points of view, insufferable insults
Unprecedented moves, unseasonable weather
Insatiable desires, untenable proposals
Unenviable loss, unstopable collisions
Unnatural delights, unwarranted reprisals
Imponderable ideas, unvalidated parking
Unsound
Unsound
Unsound
Unsound
The unwaged, the unscathed
The unproud, the unbowed
The unhinged, the unbared
The unloved, the undead
Innumerable crimes, unlimited distractions
Intolerable weakness, unfathomable reasons
Unchivalrous displays, unornamented violence
Inalianable rights, unquestioning compliance
Unmannerly behaviour, ungovernable impulse
Unbridgable divides, interminable pleasure
Untested wonder drugs, unmissable attractions
Incredible excitement, unmitigated bullshit
Unveiled machinations unsparing of your feelings
Unmediated voltage, unattenuated input
Uncheckable conclusions, unreasonable exactions
Invidious assignments, invincible diseases
Unsound
Unsound
Unsound
Unsound
- Baby Lion
(Instrumental)
- Everything's On Fire
You all get up and make the tea, everything's on fire
You kiss your lover tenderly, everything's on fire
Horny little devils, happy little souls
Might as well put your faith in rock and roll
The bed you sleep on's made of coal, everything's on fire
Yo anorak boys in archive land, everything's on fire
Get all the backup that you can, everything's on fire
Optical and hard disk smouldering away
Nothing gonna keep the fire at bay
Protect your data while ye may, everything's on fire
Pretty little things out on the scene, everything's on fire
Burn up fast as gasoline, everything's on fire
Supermodel cheekbones, equity and cash
Milliseconds later piles of ash
Don't take no time to bang from flash, everything's on fire
Everything around you gonna fry, everything's on fire
You can't extinguish although you try, everything's on fire
Hit them with a hose pipe, throw 'em in the sea
Stick 'em where the deluge gonna be
Still burning up as far as I can see, everything's on fire
Everything's on fire
Everything's on fire
Everything's on fire
Everything's on fire
- String, Sedatives, Weaponry
(Instrumental)
- Keep-Net Stevenson
(Instrumental)
- Anal Piss-Machine
(Instrumental)
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Phil Hetherington
Last Modified: 28.04.05