Dr Spin - Biscuit - Live in the Roundhouse

Update: not sure why but the video seems to kind of half load sometimes, just click ahead a little bit if it stops and it should continue playing.

Biscuit is a working title really, here are the lyrics (including the bit I didn't burden you with by forgetting.)
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Thankyou to Jon Street for bringing his camera, and to everyone who comes to watch mad ranting people go mad and rant x

Here are the words:

Its not just a matter of your own restraint; its adhering to the monument.
To the friendships that have put you there so you can paint, your eleventh hour document.

And that stings.

Because
When you take the biscuit it is usually the last one.
In our current slowness we cant see you pull the fast one,

If you want to climb to the top of the tree it doesnt mean that much to me,
Put something small on something tall a bigger fall well see
Id rather stay down here at the bottom Id rather be loved and be forgotten now.
Climb right to the top of the tree it wont make the view any nicer,
If I may be so bold would you heed to my advice sir
Wash your salty mouth out watch you brain mate, its got no legs

Theres more than one way to skin a cat but if you know more than one Ill stay way back, who needs to know a thing like that? Its a really weird thing to know!
And if you get your lazy arse into the corridors of farce well meet you at your private car and (raspberry mockingbird)

If you want to climb to the top of the tree it doesnt mean that much to me,
Put something small on something tall a bigger fall well see
Ill just stay here and obscene, I dont need pastures new I just need green.
Climb right up to the top of that tree it wont make your farts smell sweeter,
Your Cabaret Vocabulaire has just confused its speakers,
Blaring in support of things that dont bear close inspection from a goat.

Only Sheep

Life dug in is threatening the nudge that keeps you curious, life dig in can only lead to life thats less ingenious, your outlook stays the same but your habits seem to change day by day.

But I can smell your trail, it never ceases to annoy, leading to the doors of all the pampered wonder boys, youll embrace them soon enough and then you will become, an imperfect example of what you want to destroy.

I dont want you to discount all the good advice youve had, but equally be wary not to fall into a fad, its hard to find the balance with our brains so badly clad but keep it up your clever look is what no-one can ever have.
So, keep it, not the what but why, taking in the mire through an unprotected eye, yes your brain is heavier but your bucking the trend, and in the end youll notice that somehow youve still got friends.

Question everything your told, especially by those you respect, and if its not what you expect then you may find that you are working on your inner moral compass or your heart,

And thats the anarchistic art of being one bite away from the wrong cookie jar.
One night away from forgetting who you are,
And one frightful day I will see you in the park and youll be screaming at the pigeons youll be screaming at the pigeons.

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