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The Fall

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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1994

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Dictum: vestige of the euro-bore
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It's a good life bowing to a tyrant 

Gone
Christian gang chants sweet 
Regional 
Keep your head down for the moment 

(That now suit is now in bucket
It's a good life, Europe) 

Avoid the dismantled old heads stuck in bloody plant pots
All looking at them
Forgetting the endless drive against nature
City dweller 

Must we base ourselves again into organic mud?
You're well welcome to it
Get out of my city you mediocre pseuds
And take those red-tie bastards
Who put up the Olympic flag with you
They walk around leering at young girls in packs
Worse than any yobs 

(Catalonian) 
It's January 20th
Euro-bore I support media
Keep Olympic bidding 

City dweller
Backwards
More than you can ever know
Mr cab driver
What do you want
Mr cab driver 

City dweller 
This hillbilly cab driver
He has submerged himself into the psyche of the average 
Cab driver
They love me, they knock off 10 to 15 pence
This is wandering
Those casual days are over and dull
dull 

Agricultural gangs chant for sweet freedom 
Get out of my city 
You mediocre pseud 
And take those red tight bastards with you
City dweller 

They should remember there's nothing worse 
Than a half-educated grim red dwarf 
City dweller
Cuts up
Cab driver, cab driver 
Oh Mr cab driver 

(He's up there now, listening to us, I know he is) 
Why do you leave a a poxy card?
Oh Mr cab driver 

What do about it? 
Too much to drink
Too many drugs
Too much sex
Too young

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