Luyện nghe bài hát Liquorice Alltime

Slime filth bildge and alienation in the world experience non-event
Non-live own up to nighting poodles in the microwave oven and pillocks
On the Phillips TV; bare of any meaningful pith bereft of any or raisin
Puking in the back alleys of up arms dealers vocal chords
Place in our time chips in our prannies in our way
Place in our
Place in our
Liquorice
Stream of shit conciousness drunken heretic in an of tragic
Sunsets and foggy mornings, tragedy eyebrows, the rivers run with
From my ears an electric mistress at point blank through the frontal
Lobes and back onto the dole and into the scratching paupers grave of
Drudge in the Thatcherdom of discontent and the Galtieri of
Disappearance and gall bladder down
in our time
Place in our
alltime
Dehydration. Bleeding mothers with totally infinitely human
in the greater green pea soup of azure weather maps and bullshit
Representation of Frost God me stood at the bar sober as a Newton's
Apple falling through transcending universes of dimensions looking
For in the greedy onslaught for knowledge and total disregard for
past future including history
Falling, we're falling, take me home my lovely to your first bed and
Let me lie with you they bury us in liquorice alltime, come my love we
Face togetherness in the tragedy of all
Liquorice