i believe in all or nothing sometimes in the early morning i believe in anything hungry for the dusty war cries hiding from a line of cat s eyes i believe in natty dread when the gods have shaved and spoken soft farewells to spin unbroken leaves to match the newly dead from eye to eye the tumult gathers victims work into a lather take us with you when you go up the trap door down the sewer off the slat shot shut they trossed like a horn in ragged water and slitting up the slot spot cut from wall to world the end is never odd or strange or even clever cleave it with an iron slice while cook s below the frothing cinders mend the skull of old belinda thudding on a bulb of ice here is love and here is cancer cleanest velvet for the mince event to comes your aching teeth rot the skin of past and future tiny leads are bound to suture when they show through underneath roar the waves so close and hollow a tide that must be satisfied foam is fertilizing rotting cleansing of the valiant rat
['alternative rock', 'art rock', 'experimental', 'gbvfi', 'jangle pop', 'new wave', 'post-punk', 'power pop', 'pub rock', 'punk blues', 'uk post-punk']