Banana Shaped Armour Plates Lyrics

Banana Shaped Armour Plates by Jam Baxter

• I was jamming in the perfect cocoon
• Furnish the room with your lost loves, spot sluts, stir with a spoon
• In a cloth cot, washed up, served and consumed
• Welcome to life in your thermal balloon
• Reversible tune
• Gas powered, now we’ll stay static in a straightjacket perched on a moon
• With the serpents to ???? (blues?)
• And when the tower shakes nowadays bricks never burn in the fumes
• Like sour snake venom soup brewed with a pint of rage
• Microwave gloop, a recluse in the tiger cage
• Boot from the tidal wave, swarms come pouring in
• I’d rather be the claw then the snore thumb snorkelling
• Forked tongues waddle in
• In a padded cave
• Black and grey barricades hack away
• Hammer spade pick shovel lips scuttle gash-wards
• Bliss bubbles burst as the limbs scuttle backwards
• With tin door slamming, pitch fork jabbing at a pot of blue solitude
• Distraught grabbing at my cobbered shoes, what have you shit storms crashing
• The result of some piss poor planning
• Sit crystal listening to supreme silence
• Soon these routines do seem timeless
• And while the true gloom shoos these spiders
• I’ma break loose to the blue scene skywards

• From banana shaped armour plates
• Half awake, burn in the lava lake
• Curse of a castaway
• Break out, break out, break out, break out
• Hammer spade pick shovel blade
• Break out

• It’s like, shit, there’s a whole world outside
• Turns out life in this cursed town’s live
• From the burnt out rides on forgotten piers rusting
• To tin-can alley cats shotting gear hunched in the top of weird dustbins
• The pick of the litter sits on trap doors, slack jaws
• Spitting ta brittle bricks
• And hidden bliss trickles from a slit in the sinner’s wrist
• Still equipped and bitter but as if I’ma give a shit
• The visceral vision kid
• A summer sun’s message
• Captured in a caterpillars butter bug, send it
• A tub of done relics
• Lost days of lunacy
• The deposits of flambéed immunity
• Stop face the munity
• Bored in the King’s dinghy
• Shit’s grippy for fixed skins and Sin City
• Sit pretty
• Snooze with the blue shaman
• And a few patients suit for the mutations
• A new nation
• Where the stars mark the boundaries
• It’s the rise of the half-hearted Valkyries
• Wagwan when half of my spars started doubting me?
• What? They wanna carve half a pound of me out?
• I’ll start devouring me with see-through cleavers
• Sweet-tooth geezers that breeze through litres
• The streets ooze bleakness
• Collapse in the thick of it
• It’s back to the chrysalis
• Baxter, in a fit

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