Viva Dead Ponies - Fatima Mansions, The

(retail groceries…) Do you know how jesus feels When he’s behind his sportscar wheel And the windscreen glass is all gummed up with blood? Do you know how old jesus feels? For he walks the earth again But not in mecca or in jerusalem No, he sells papers and beer in a shop in crouch […]

Pack Of Lies - Fatima Mansions, The

They first met at the hospital, she was checking out for good Her body patched but past repair, and there her angel stood She was feeling quite confused now that her death was close at hand She had to face eternity, so why not this mumbling man? Who bought himself a wedding suit at a […]

Chemical Cosh - Fatima Mansions, The

Alcohol, heroin, thc Care in the impotent (numb) community* Resignation, irony, under scrutiny, so events can slip From memory of history, a voluntary dictatorship Chemical (cosh!) One kind for the rich, and one for the poor The only distinction is the thickness of their front door Unless it makes you act up, the law won’t […]

The White Knuckle Express - Fatima Mansions, The

This truck stop: rancid gravy A man with no hands waving And the dog ’round my leg bumps and grinds It rains for miles out there On mud and tar and still air And the fungus-lined gap between stinking towns Pork-eyes got him a brand new hand He’s gonna grasp you He won’t ask you […]

Look What I Stole For Us, Darling - Fatima Mansions, The

[irish news report:] ("the air corps helicopter took a five-year-old girl from achain island…") Aodhagan went hunting for food and money Through the streets of walthamstow But the dim sunday passed with nary a catch And the dogs came home alone Eat me now… ("we inspect our genitalia on a regular basis.") (i’m) attacking the […]

Broken Radio #1 - Fatima Mansions, The

At the platform’s end, where the crowd grew thin And the light was dim on our shoes Where we sat there so tense, Not to touch though we meant to (i think) There was no will, no spell To breach the night and stop the talk She tossed her hair and home did walk Broken […]

Ceaucescu Flashback - Fatima Mansions, The

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Thursday - Fatima Mansions, The

The windows watch me wait for you Mirror mirror, mirror mirror I’ve seen a world beyond their view Mirror mirror, mirror mirror Of course the night times are the worst Of course i burn with an evil burst You exist so i am cursed Mirror mirror, mirror mirror Mirror mirror, mirror mirror I’ll be good […]

You’re A Rose - Fatima Mansions, The

This is mister blank calling, gorgeous From the slum which time ignores Where folks use razor blades for toothpaste And every breath is a holy war Were you sleeping? do you hate me? I’ve been dozing in the midnight sun And i’ve solved all of my problems Making the many into one The good times […]