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Idle Class Debris

by Frazer King

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  • Cassette + Digital Album

    Fourteen tracks of musical detritus and apathetic laments for the discerning waster on high quality audio cassette with downloads.

    Includes unlimited streaming of Idle Class Debris via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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Badmantown 04:17
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Perks 00:26
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(All heed, hear ye, all heed, hear ye) I’ve got something to say… In the breeding ground for the mentally sound Where they never quite learn how to dumb themselves down To describe it in a more attractive way Well they’re making a point and it’s taking them days They’re not the first to know Their aim in life is to be a patron of Joyce With an air of reluctance their topic of choice Talking tirelessly lest they’re asked the solution Picking out quotes they think won’t reveal but conceal them They’re not the first to know Not even the second or third Haven’t you heard the classic collection on audio tape? Highbrow tell me - how do you relate? When Mount Olympus Neo’s discuss poetry in prose Can distinguish a Sunflower from Van Gough’s A Talisman sells the virtue of wisdom For arguments sake they can justify their existence They’re not the first to know For the avoidance of being ignorant Why don’t you call your spade an implement If you’d like to say a lot more than what you know Chances are you’ve gained an opinion lost a mind of your own You’re not the first to know You’ve mastered the art of critique Exuding mystique Burning up brightly in the midst of the clique Highbrow tell me please elaborate (All heed, hear ye, all heed, hear ye) I’ve got nothing to say… When I left the cave I came back mute My platonic friend said I was not astute He said…that I was an abstract talker.
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Eunuch Growl 04:05
I must remember to write down what they said Build a fire in my belly then I’ll burn all the books that I’ve read Throw away my T.V. and amend my C.V. to say; This page is full of lies and I can start right away But I may observe a learning curve if I revive myself with wine And then I’ll know which way to go along a curvature of spine Eunuch growl and the shudders of love It might not lead to the mindful wisdom of age Or the diatribe of the dead so said the stoic sage; Don’t look up or you’ll get stuck inside your man made cage So few solutions to choose resolutions to evoke What a dismal affair to walk on air and not touch the ground till provoked Eunuch growl and the shudders of love Imbibed with glory and a satisfied story to trade of the little we’ve done Still hanging around politely for me If I could rely on myself then I would But I’m glued to fail like a gate to a rail unhinged and rusting down And when expired youthful zeal begins to lose its mass appeal You can confide in the Eunuch growl
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Biting 00:17
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Dying Rose 02:05
She maybe 6.2 in her stiletto shoe But she’s only 1.4 when she’s crawling on the floor She’s 3.3. when she’s on her knees Begging for forgiveness clutching rosary beads I shook her helping hand It embraced me with a fist L.U.V. woz here with me Tattooed on the wrist Sky is red and the moon is full World will end when the morning comes Sun come up and let the truth be told I touched the thorn of a dying rose
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His neck stoops down and moves in for the kill She truly believes that time has stopped still Behind her glazed eyes there is nothing but hope Then she grew so tired of being herself Now that she’s free all she wants is a crutch An easier life set in stone Free from all hassle no struggle or strife Where she’ll be far from alone Perhaps she’ll stop the ebbing of tears From all of those long lost years When she grew so tired of being herself She won’t know what to do She tried to find a place to hide Inside a man there’s few I won’t know what to do I left her for the foolish life And now I’m tired too Her crutch will leave her standing Alone and more demanding With a hollow void In her picture frame to fill Until another neck stoops down And moves in for the kill
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There’s weightlifting in Woodhouse Park starting with 10oz Shot putting in Peel Hall if you take your chances Odds of Baguley bookies being robbed are 2-1 From Crossacres to Benchill, 800m run Obstacles from pub to pub when the offy’s are all closed Struck down with a baton by a policeman in plain clothes Although I must admit that I have never seen a pig Flying on a BMX and asking for a cig Five Gold Earrings shining bright! The Wythenshawe Games, ignite the light Wythenshawe Park an Olympic story Public cuts without the glory Five Gold Earrings shining bright In the beating heart of Argos A civic centre universe Never been to Mount Olympus But we’re not yet in a hearse In our wisdom we can say the Gods are acting flash ‘Cos we’ve seen bigger muscles down at the Mountain Ash
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Mother Mary 06:12
I own a bank on Rockefeller row, a man came to see me he wore no clothes Apart from Satre aftershave and a pair of Jimmy Nail-skin shoes I hid behind my water dispenser hoping he wouldn’t stay But then he took a polystyrene cup and drained the water away Then he said; Mother Mary don’t let me go I tried to run from his vacant stare but I tripped on my laces and fell down the stairs He slipped me a note on which he’d wrote; This machine does not give change He was not viable for a loan said his credit history Although I ran so far from Rockefeller row I can always hear him in my head saying; Mother Mary don’t let me go Till the curtains close I’m waiting To understand the depths you dwell I held my breath then in I fell Mother Mary don’t let me go ‘Cos I’m sinking fast
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Shy Talking 01:52
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We’re treading the boardwalk of tedium Heart-warming pastiche is our medium Theatrical sigh – Won’t you give us a try? If all that you hear is quotation We’re proof of a similar nation Where the crowd shuffles in Singing the words to a glorified hymn
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Rejoice! The slave master has named a price To build a pyramid to paradise The cost of freedom in it’s dying days? Deduct a lifetime from the yearly wage Buried heads in shifting sands Your throats are hot with air The hour glass has emptied How many swan songs will it take To be the first to leave the lake The waiting line is overcrowded (with shadow boxing martyrs) Revolt! The whip will back your worthy cause Until the people break the looting clause And when the Nile runs red as it was feared Like rats, the slave drivers will disappear They’re rocking the cradle
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Silliness 00:32
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War Tune 03:19
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The love child of a soldier and a Northern girl He saw the world as his playground He used, abused, borrowed and begged Stole and lied his way into bed all over town His reputation passed expectation; he soon performed across the nation Without much hesitation He danced around waved it about till it got big The women passed out in sweet elation Take you down to the barnyard, you’ll be my sheep Go fetch my soapbox girl, gonna earn your keep He joined the army then far away met a girl who came back home to stay at his house, the army kicked him out He departed in shame gave her the blame, Things weren’t quite the same ever again and now she wanted out Four children later she got her wish, he left without a note or kiss goodbye, He left his pride ‘I’m left alone in this foreign land, this is not what I had planned’ She sighed, then got on with life What happened next? You wouldn’t have guessed He put the rope around his neck Kicked the chair and swung his leg On 17th June the man fell down as he cried and then he died He left behind a trail of hungry children and lonely wives whom he’d despised In every town across the land a mistress sheds tears of lust, salt on the busts Which used to give such comfort to the lonely man you could not trust
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Twat 02:47
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Don't you dare ask us why We don't go to war with our pride Ours is only to wave flags and cry; Fool Britannia with military wives We read and respond to the media threat There's a lot of trusted information that we choose to forget When our husbands are on the front line facing threats Then returning back home with mistakes and regrets So we wait here patiently Hoping one day that are heroes will fly Protecting our land Behind borders drawn in the sand We're supporting our boys for their bravery And of their brave actions we speak Highly We won't go to war with our pride Ours is only to wave flags and cry; Fool Britannia with military wives Our husbands protect Queen and country's interests They're the patriotic delegation who deal with the rest Of the world, and their methods we cannot contest It's our dutiful duty to hope for the best So we wait here patiently Hoping one day that our heroes will fly Protecting our land Behind borders drawn in the sand We're supporting our boys for their bravery And not for the actions That keep well within the law Of protest we do deplore Ungrateful civilian you don't know you're born We're taking a stand To support a cause we understand We're singing a song of bravery For financial transactions Fool Brittania...why?
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How scary the monsters when they go la la la in the middle of the night

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Where we live within our means tested dreams and shame the working ethic of the unemployment schemes - We're the Idle Class Debris...dispose of accordingly.

Side A:
Badmantown
Abstract Talking
Eunuch Growl
Dying Rose
Tired of Being Herself
Five Gold Earrings
Mother Mary

Side B:
Glorified Hymn
Rocking the Cradle
War Song
The Man You Could Not Trust
Twat
Military Wives
Ghoulish Dream

credits

released November 9, 2012

'Badmantown' remixed by Neko Neko.

Steve (Perksy) Lyons appears courtesy of the ACC (Association of Conservative Clubs).

Granny Jill appears courtesy of St. John's parish on 'Five Gold Earings' (joanna and vox) and 'Tired of Being Herself' (harpsichord).

Ste the Punk (Steve Shy) appears on behalf of Stroke Club forever championing the Manchester Underbelly.

'Twat' is the poem 'Twat' by John Cooper Clarke sang to heavenly ukelele (expertly played by Alex 'King Soloman' Solo).

'Ghoulish Dream' lyrics and first verse of 'Mother Mary' written by Andy 'Ron Mael' Livanis.

All other lyrics and all music written by Frazer King and the vibrating cosmos.

Skits reproduced by unkind permission from Greater Manchester Police.

Compiled, with a minimum amount of neurosis, by Andy Semi.

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