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and the forget how it was

before we met the other

lt was two that brought us to the mother

and desire that led us to the lover

You're right, but now

l'd like to speak of three

Admit, there's you and him

and now there's me

Oh God, let's hide inside the number four

a house with walls

and with a door that closes on gas

we've gone too far, l forgot, the thought

that precedes one, the thought that's not

the void, the vast

and endless state of none

containing, holding, god-like

it's the one and only number

that we really need

naught is the majesty that rules

our lives, unseen, and silently

Nice, but a bit too mystical for me

someone invented zero

so that we could count and measure

the unthinkably large unwieldy numbers

And it was then, by multiplying to the power

of ten, that we began to measure space

and so to time...

- You tricked me!

- No!

Yes you did, of course

You start with one, then give yourself

the source of all the numbers

No, lovely lady, all l meant

to say was this, you are the one

The light of day, the velvet night

the single rose, the hand l want to hold

the secret country, land of all

my longings, there, you have my word

l used to lay the blondes

who came my way

And they were ready for it, night or day

l'd look at them, l wouldn't say a word

and they were on their backs

as if they'd heard a heavenly command

and then they'd cry, at first

with pleasure, like they'd never had

And then they'd phone you up

and drive you mad

The weeping and the wailing

and the rest, they'd ruin it

At first they were the best, those babes

but now at last l've seen the light

Temptation's there

to teach us how to fight

the devil comes in every shape and size

those that resist him get the prize

The prize is Jesus, thank the Lord above

he is the maximum top source of love

Now hold it there, some lasses may be tarts

but they're not evil, they've got broken hearts

They do it 'cause it's all they know

they're used for sex when they are kiddies

They're abused from start to finish

then they're on the streets

and taking drugs instead of eating sweets

they haven't got a chance

Back home l'd walk around and

chat with them, sometimes, just talk...

You'd what? Just talk?

You're not that f***ing good

You'd f***ing do it if you f***ing could

You know f*** all about my f***ing life

l know you're f***ing

skint, so did your wife

You f***ing leave that

out of f***ing this

l'm only joking, can't l take the piss?

The difference is l never had to pay

Yes, so you f***ing always f***ing say

no f***ing woman's free of charge

No way, you fancy one

but there's no f***ing lay

unless you buy the drinks all f***ing night

lt's not the drinks, you have

to treat them right, they want respect

- Respect?

- And dignity

Oh, Jesus Christ

l've seen the f***ing light

You f***ing shag them

then chuck them away

and now you've got the f***ing cheek

to say that you respect them

and they're f***ing white

and f***ing blonde

Oh, come on now, big boy

you'll pull a girlie soon, don't start a fight

l saw a woman once, upon a bus

She was a foreigner, not one of us

she sat alone, this tourist from the west

her trembling bosom in a skin-tight vest

The men were staring at her from behind

the same scenario in every mind

- There was a television...

- On the bus?

With f***ing videos and all, like us?

Don't interrupt

what happened next? Poor lass...

Each f***ing Arab got a piece of ass

An image came up on the shaking screen

A porno movie!

F***ing gang-bang scene!

Shut up!

He's right, the image was obscene

but not the way you think

lt was a girl, a young one, fair and fresh

a lovely pearl with long fair hair that blew

around her head like golden candy floss

as she shot dead one man

after another with her gun

We stared, and sweated, as the blazing sun

beat down upon the bus, but didn't care...

She wore a costume

that was hardly there

a little piece of fabric round her hips

and covering her breasts

and on her lips some glossy red

and every time she killed

a man, her lips would open

Yes, she spilled their blood

with pleasure, and she wore a flag

the cloth that covered her

was not a rag, it was a symbol

Stars and stripes, l swear

this was a blonde American

they share their women's bodies

with the world, you see

lt's true, they have no shame or modesty

Come on now, lads

it's not all black and white

They may be wrong

but you're not in the right

Where he comes from

the lasses wear the veil

They've got no life

it's like they're in a jain

Too f***ing right!

Some wear those things like beaks

They look like f***ing crows

give me the creeps

Aye... they're oppressed

But what about the vest?

That one up front

all trembling and the rest?

She was a foreigner, therefore a guest

and we were hosts, therefore we were polite

That's all that happened?

What a load of shite

Hi gorgeous

l am feeling fat, what do you think?

Oh darling girl, you're

lovely and you're more...

You will have a stream

of lovers who will adore you

Not just for your eyes and

glossy hair and for you slender body

Don't despair, you are

not fat, but even if you were

You'd still be beautiful

You see! You think l'm huge! l knew it!

l did not interfere that you

were over-large in any way

What your god-mother

is trying to say is this

Grace, there is so much more

to you than your reflection

So much, more to do than

stand and stare, obsessed with...

You are not fat! Don't waste

another breath of yours on that!

But don't you worry about

you? The lines and stuff?

Pursuit of beauty is the rule

They say you mustn't

let it go without a struggle

l will be there with color covering every

hair that's grey and cutting straight away

lf there's a wrinkle, wait and see

l'll do it when l'm twenty-three

- How's school?

- Okay

- What interests you most?

- You mean:
What's fun?

l know you like to boast that

you are a party girl without a brain

l don't believe you grace, now try again

lf you insist

l suppose there's something

l quite like to think about

l find l lie in bed and then

l start to drift and dream

Things are not really as they seem

That's true enough, look closer and

we see that everything is really chemistry

The world is made of sulfur and of tin

of phosphorous and lead and nitrogen

Of mercury, zinc and hydrogen

Of gold and silver and uranium

Of carbon and iron and palladium

Of carbon, potassium, titanium

So Grace, what do

you really want to be?

Famous

l was a doctor with a knife

l cut the flesh to save the life

A surgeon, yes, my father too

but l came here what could l do?

l use my knife to cut the food, l do it

well, l'm very good at cutting meat

l chop, l dice the ham which l don't eat

l slice it wafer-thin

so delicate, like lady's lace

lt's very nice to look at

silky to the touch

l like my work, yes very much

But surely, don't you feel

you're wasting what you were?

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