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Throbbing Gristle Album



1978
1.
I.B.M.
2.
3.
4.
Valley of the Shadow of Death
5.
Dead on Arrival
6.
7.
8.
Hometime
9.
AB/7A
10.
E-Coli
11.
12.
Walls of Sound
13.
14.
15.
. . .

I.B.M.

[No lyrics]

. . .


How's that? How's that?

How's that? How's that?
How's that? How's that?
How's that? How's that?
Hit by a rock
Spoiling my breakfast
Hit by a rock
Blood and brains on my marmalede
Anti-hero Anti-hero
Hit by a rock
Hit by a rock
I see your face right in my marmalede
Feel like throwing up but I can't say
Hit by a rock
Hit by a rock
Makes my meal OK
Makes me feel someday
Hit by a rock
Hit by a rock
Hit by a rock
Hit by a rock
Who did it?
Who did it?
Whose is it?
Hit by a rock
Hit by a rock
Makes me think you don't like my records...

. . .


You and I
You and I
Living together
Loving forever
At our distance
Another for instance
United United
You become me
And I becomy you
She is she
And she is you too
United United
A corresponding game to play
A special way for us to stay
United United
Its a lie
Its the same
It's a sigh
It's a game
Its the why
Its the where and the when we're United
United
You and I You and I
United United
Four faces blending blending blending
Neverending
Our places sending
Shades of evening
You and I You and I United United
Oceans between us
Sky between us
Land between us
Fire between us
We're United United

Can't stop it

United United
You are my Knight
You are my night-night my evening
Its very plain to say
Its a strange system
You miss them
You want to be them
You have to see them
You have to be them
United United
You and me la la la la
You and I
Make ourselves forever together forever and ever
United United
Love is the law
Love is the law
Love is the law
Love is the law
United United United You and I You and I United
TIme will see us
Time will free us
Time will be us
We are everywhere
There is no why
There is no sky anymore
There is just us United
United

. . .

Valley of the Shadow of Death

[No lyrics]

. . .

Dead on Arrival

[No lyrics]

. . .


I want to make you happy just a little
I want to find you something which is certain
I found nothing lying, weeping, bleeding
You never saw me weeping on the floor

It's impossible to advise anybody
Be courageous, take it easy, just show trust
Be reasonable, be an old ghost weeping
You didn't see me weeping on the floor
You didn't see me weeping on the floor

My arm is torn open like a wound
My universe is coming from my mouth
I spent a year or two, listening to you
Discrediting myself for you
You didn't see me on the floor weeping
You didn't see me lying by the door
You didn't see me swallowing my tablets
You can't look inside my eyes no more

Weeping Weeping Weeping

We created cars to fight for space to be in
We created work to waste our time
We created love, so one can be the victim
We all need as a result, we all need love
But don't know what to do with it
What's the sense of a situation we can't fight
It's alright when you both want to fight
But when one of them doesn't want to fight
It's the end of love.

Just looking at first degree burns
I'm weeping (I can't sing a song like this)
Weeping
You didn't see me weeping on the floor
You didn't see me lying on the floor
You didn't see me weeping on the floor
Alone on the floor

I'm basically nothing like this
We're all on the floor
I don't want to carry on
Except I can't even cease to exist
And that's the worst

. . .


By far worse is the hambuger lady,
We must heal them for the qualified technicians,
Worse,
Alternating nights are automatic,
She's lying there,

Hamburger Lady
Hamburger Lady

She's dying,
She is burned from the waist up,
On her arm,
Her ear is burned,
Her eyelashes are burned,
She can't hold things up,
And even with medical advances,
There's no end in sight,
For hamburger lady,
She wants me to tell you of her claim mind,
From which the double play laying,
The proping chair,
Leave her,
She's Burned from the waist down,
Has to eat her life through tubes,

Hamburger Lady
Hamburger Lady

She's okay if you change the tubes,
Tubes in her legs,
the tubes in her arms,
She's okay,
Then it came out and saw the burn net,
Indeed in the account of killing,
And it flashed on the carpet,
And it flashed on the floor,
The hamburger lady,
She came to rest,
Because of the burn she needs relief,
From the medication,
The qualified Technician,

Hamburger Lady
Hamburger Lady

. . .

Hometime

[No lyrics]

. . .

AB/7A

[No lyrics]

. . .

E-Coli

[No lyrics]

. . .


This is a person to person message for Genesis P-Orridge. I'd just like you to know you haven't got much longer to live in this industrial world.

This is for you, you pig. You said that you'd better be with Cosey, yes? Well I'm gonna tell you what, you can cut your own throat by saying that. Because as far as I'm concerned you can go jump in a lake, and by god is there gonna be a lot of trouble. Cold hard bastards are gonna come after you. I hate your guts. I really bloody well am gonna cause so much trouble, you ain't Cosey, you're gonna be really well done over.

. . .

Walls of Sound

[No lyrics]

. . .


I've got to tell you
It's that blood, blood on the floor
It's that blood, blood on the floor
It's that blood, blood on the floor
It's that blood, blood on the floor

At the little school I went out
I broke the rules
School bully with his
Crew cut and his big shoulders
Telling me I was a pansy
Just like always
Blood on the floor
Blood on the door, dooor

. . .


Even more fed up
You're gonna get fed up
You're gonna be fed up
You're gonna see fed up
You're gonna get fed up
Fed Up Fed Up Fed Up
You're gonna get set up
You're gonna go fed up
You're gonna go bed up
You're gonna go sped up
You're gonna be said up
You're gonna get set up
A set up a fed up a set up
I said what a get up
Am fed up Am fed up Am fed up
Am fuckin a fed up
Am fucking my bed up
Amphetamine
Am fucking amphetamine
I've had a lobotomy
A botom a botomy
Am always a victim
Am tired of the victim
A time of the victor
A try to assess me
A try to possess me
Assess possess amphetamine
A friend of mine
Here you are
We're here are two
Are you
You over there
You're the one I am
I am that lazy boy all over take some more I need some sleep
Just an animal a twisted up animal I want to be left alone
I want that not to assess me not to possess me not to attack me
Not to distract me I even get fed up
Fed up
Don't do this I do this All my friends do this Am fed up
Am fed up I put my feet up I wish I go to sleep
Fed up fed up fed up
Deaded Deaded
Empty bottles makin noise
Alcohol
I can see you fed up
In the corner asking
Gonna be set up all night set up
Fed up
Getting your way with a five pound note

. . .


We hate you little girls
All the time
Everytime little girls
I hate you little girls
With your little curls
And your pretty dress
And your little breasts
I hate you
I hate you
I hate you little girls
I hate you little girls
I hate your little tits
I hate your little clits
I hate your mother too
I hate you
I hate you
I hate you HATE YOU
I hate you fucking little girls
I hate
We hate
You hate
They hate
We hate you little girls
I hate you

. . .


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