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Some days it almost seems as if I could operate on myself
Nurse! The screens!
I could scrape barnacles from connective tissue
Open up, clear off the muck
In a trice I could slice myself back to health
Reach in to shave blisters off aching muscles
Breathe life into anaemic corpuscles
Smooth out crevices, no waiting lists, no fuss
(Ahhh.) Releasing ail the tension on which cluster headaches play
Soothe creaking joints, just anoint with gentle balm
Police the flashpoints, keep them from harm
And wipe the pain away
Pop back keystone vertebrae
With my very own keyhole surgery
A quick Op, then dancing - all day
Dancing all day, dancing all! day
Do it yourself, do it yourself
Do it yourself, do it yourself
Do it.
- Album:
- Non-Album Releases
- A Spark in the Aether
- Le Sacre Du Travail
- Down And Out In Paris And London
- Not As Good As The Book
- A Spark in the Aether: The Music that Died Alone - Part 2
- Down and Out In Paris and London - EP
- The Music That Died Alone
- The World That We Drive Through
- A Place in the Queue
- Pyramids and Stars
- Going Off on One
- A Place on the Shelf
- The Art of Sysyphus, Volume 28
- Going Off on Two
- Music in Progress
- Prog Rocks!
- Music in Progress, Volume 2
- COMM
- Going Off On One (Live)