Half Man Half Biscuit - Thy Damnation Slumbereth Not Lyrics
I’m gonna grab myself an industry insider mask and blag my wayInto the after showI wanna get in amongst the baying hordes of resting actorsWho’ve just got back from visiting Nairobi slums for Comic ReliefAnd now they’re going to spend the next six weeks sitting in the vestibuleWaiting for the Farm Foods phone callThe Farm Foods phone callI’m going to be apprehended by some mandatory galoot with a handheld cameraWho will point it in my face and say: “Who are you, and what do you do?â€And I’ll say “I’m a counterblast to Agnosticism, how do you doâ€And he’ll go away immediatelyI wanna meet Howard Marks if I can but they say that I can’tI need four different wrist bandsFollow me oh followDown to the hollowAnd there we will wallowThere’s a BritPop refugeeWalking up to meAnd his face is hollow from seasons of disappointmentAnd he starts blathering on about his latest projectAlready being dismissed by the most unlikeliest of cable stationsIt’s a dot com sitcomAbout a hip hop chip shopChatto and Windus sitting in a treeD-I-S-S-I-N-GKeith Allen’s autobiographyI’m just trying to break the drudgery of the downstairs maidI’m just trying to write the sort of tune you can maybe hum while waiting for your lover on a railway platformI wanna meet Howard Marks if I can but they say that I can’tFollow me oh followDown to the hollowAnd there we will wallowI want to perch myself halfway up a metal staircase with the Polydor girlsAnd talk about meerkatsAnd come out with statements like:“Well of course music these days is the slave of mammon and as a resultIt has become corrupt and shallowIts real essence is industryIts moral purpose is the acquisition of moneyIts aesthetic pretext is the entertainment of those who are boredAnd yes we’re really excited about going back in to the studioHotly tipped, highly anticipated and slated for releaseâ€I wanna meet Howard Marks if I can but they say that I can’tHe’s talking to Ian BroudieAnd come four o’clockIf I’m still on my feetThere’s a bloke over thereWho said I could meet…Ken LivingstoneWell I’m just a primitive creature of the heath so excuse my savage ignoranceBut if I’m still on my feet at four o’clockI’ll be stealing the lead off the roofFollow me oh followDown to the hollowAnd there we will wallowStealing the lead off the roofStealing the lead off the roofStealing the lead off the roofStealing the lead off the roofCome saddle my milk white steedI’ve seen much more than I needAnd I know that you won’t heed the callSo I sprayed it on to the wallThy damnation, slumbereth notThy damnation, slumbereth notThy damnation, slumbereth notThy damnation, slumbereth not
