Lay of the Land

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The Fall are an English post-punk band, formed in Prestwich, Greater Manchester, in 1976. With an ever-changing line up, the group essentially consists of its founder and only constant member, Mark E. Smith, who has said "If it's me and your granny on bongos, then it's [the] Fall". First associated with the late 1970s punk movement, the band's music has evolved through numerous stylistic changes, often concurrently with changes in the group's membership. The Fall's music is characterised by repetition, an abrasive guitar-driven sound, and is always underpinned by Smith's often cryptic lyrics, described by critic Steve Huey as "abstract poetry filled with complicated wordplay, bone-dry wit, cutting social observations, and general misanthropy." more »

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1984

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Lay
Lay
Lay
Armageddon
This beautiful tree
Boo hoo
Give up living
Ample 
Eye
They give in 

On The Buses, up the stair
By the television
Pretend to learn 

Where's the lay of the land
My son 

Where's the lay of the land
My son
What's the lie of the land
My son 

The last Briton on the street
He's in a radio fuzz
He's dead and beat
No longer reflects our daft fate
We'll leave this city
Hit a quick coach, take the town in Surrey
There's no-one here but crooks and death
Kerb-crawlers,of the worst order 

Where's the lay of the land
My son
What's the lie of the land
My son 

Eldritch house
With green moss
Sound of ordinary on the waves
Tiles drip from its roof
Home secretary has a weird look 

Where's the lay of the land
My son
What's the lie of the land
My son 

The good Book of John
Surrounds the son
Sound of ordinary on the waves
Italic scribble on horizon
When the height of culture is a bad stew
Space bores, government disorder
Indian clerk, low-calorie drink
Where's the lay of the land
Where children circle in cycles
Giving jokes ad lib
By bearded writers
Who defected to
Higher realms
Advertising realms 

Where's the lay of the land
My son
What's the lie of the land
My son 

(People laughing..people fighting..people watching) 
Between the ticker and the mind lies an air-block of wind

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