1. |
Caesar
03:16
|
|||
|
Piss soaked wet through still doing it
Shit shoes no news frown on killing it
It’s in my fucking bones
They’re lining up to eat my tonsil stones
I don’t care it you’re working class, you’re a fucking twat
You don’t care about music, you just like trousers
What do you want l, a fucking medal?
If it’s there I’ll have a go at it
And when I’m sick they’re tucking into it
I fiddle with your vision like an overlooked stigmatism, get a fucking spanner and fuck the fucking mechanism
And then I’ll sneeze and it pleases you
I’m standing upright like Caesar
The monkey
What a wonderful day x2
Caesar
Caesar
I’m like Caesar, the monkey
Talky talky bloke shit here’s a quid make it quick
Hitting Go Ape you can call me Mr Chimpfist
All killer like an agent with a deathwish
Popping off I drop it to high up for me to hop it too proper for the profit too speedy for me to stop it
makes my hand hurt
Wear a clean shirt
My breath stinks
I’m off to the shop I think I’ll probably buy everything
Dream on buddy
Harry styles called, he’s asking for a merger
Dream on buddy
Big lorries
Caesar
Caesar
I’m like Caesar, the monkey
Caesar
Caesar
Caesar
Im like Caesar, the monkey
Monkey
Monkey
|
||||
2. |
I'm Not Feeling It
04:07
|
|||
|
Go for a walk
Get a big stick
Wiggle it about
Slide down the bannister, aye carumba
I’ve got a sister on the Dean’s list
She doesn’t fuck about
I’m top set
Brain rotting from the bottom
Mummy lets her toenails get too long
And daddy chops ‘em
It’s all death
No love
I’m not feeling it
If you can cut your own lawn
Why’d you need a bloke round doing it?
I’m not feeling it
I’m gonna be famous
I’m gonna be massive
Like Wreck It Ralph
Just watch him clean it up
I’m not feeling it
I’m not feeling it
I’ve been to France with this shit
I did it with a pair of shit shoes on
Wondering where the fuck’s my fucking blues gone
Excuses for a new song
Just put the news on
I dig a hole
Stick my head in it
Avoid the topic like there’s shit stains on it
I’m not feeling it
|
||||
3. |
Crabbers
01:27
|
|||
|
I’m from minehead
I’ve just been crabbing
But there’s nothing in my bucket
|
||||
4. |
||||
|
Talky talky bloke crap
Steve Lamacq Starter pack
Load the fucking rat trap
Get my fucking Mac back
Looking for the back Pat
Don’t know when you’ll get that
This is not a conversation
It’s a chemical attack
Pack it up
Put it in the next one
Could have been the best one
No fun
Guiness world record
CD Collection
I reckon
Quarter to seven
I’m in heaven
That’s in Devon
I’m with Kevin
We’re talking about Aneurin Bevan
I go to dinner for the yummy yummy
Head down for the conversation
I play a dummy dummy
Think about my mummy
Pack it up
Put it in the next one
Could have been the best one
No fun
Guiness world record
CD Collection
I reckon
I play a dummy dummy
Think about my mummy
Head down for the conversation
I play a dummy dummy
Think about my mummy
Head down for the conversation
Head down for the conversation
|
||||
5. |
Dog Dribble
04:15
|
|||
|
I was in Manchester in the rain
Stood grinning at my phone looking fucking insane
Cunts pushed by me they were getting the train
I thought what would it take for that to derail
Lately been a little knocked loose
korn in the oven limp bizkit in my brew
Because reality blurs and I’m skipping on the truth
Push away people I’m supposed to be close to
Having peacetime key lime pecan pie after heaving down a sausage and half a jar of brine
We’ve got the orders, we’re in the living quarters with a load of hotdogs and a heap of fucking burgers
Where’s my resolve? I think you got it
Think you waddle out the room with it in your back pocket
Turn it up mum I’ve got prawns in my belly
Ken Dodds dad’s dogs death on the telly
Dog dribble
the big dog dribbles
The big dog’s dribbling
Waking up everyday in a full sprint
Like the guitarist from the video of Big New Prinz
Forgotten, wasted and singed
I’m a burn chip getting sent to the food bin
Waking up every day on a food binge
Down three tenors and exercise discipline
Full proof get the big booth later on execute perfectly about five head spins
Dog dribble
The big dog dribbles
The big dogs dribbling
|
||||
6. |
||||
|
Both our dads like James Brown
|
||||
Getdown Services Bristol, UK
If you like Getdown Services, you may also like:
Boundary Road Snacks and Drinks EP
by Dry Cleaning
supported by 36 fans who also own “Your Medal's In The Post”
I don't hear a lot of this kind of music, gives me ,loose Sonic Youth vibes. Everything about it is cool, like too cool for school cool. I want to skip class and spray paint an alley with these people.
go to albumsupported by 36 fans who also own “Your Medal's In The Post”
The great underlying instrumentation paired with Florence's droll stream of consciousness lyrics make this album stand out. It feels so personal and confessional. Favorite tracks are Strong Feelings and Leafy. I've heard Scratchard Lanyard on alt radio and love that one as well.
go to album
Hunger for a Way Out
by Sweeping Promises
supported by 33 fans who also own “Your Medal's In The Post”
The vocals in "cross me out" are other-worldly
go to albumFrom Italy comes this wild and abstract indie pop records where undeniable vocal melodies sit amidst ragged instrumentation.
go to album
Have Some Shame
by don't get lemon
Gutsy New Romantic synthpop from Austin, Texas with hooks and heartache galore.
go to albumChicago group Arthhur craft songs that swing from wry post-punk to 10+-minute epics with lithe dance grooves.
go to albumsupported by 32 fans who also own “Your Medal's In The Post”
So. Much. Fun. I’m sure I’m not the only person to gleefully sing along to these subversively-catchy lyrics, there are some real pearlers in here 😂 Fave track - Wet Leg, but the lyrics in Chaise Longue were what made me lookup your music a few years ago for the laffs: “would you like us to assign someone to worry your mother” I crack up every time at the longest loudest scream in Ur Mum.
go to album