Jam Baxter – Q Lyrics
Lyrics
Verse 1
- The end of the end blues ran deep in their trembling flesh and their fresh wounds
- I slept in the queue extending in red plumes coiled round a rock restless
- Lepers in lead shoes in single file silence
- The slug trail marches
- Craning necks stretch into rams horn branches arching round shoulders
- Eyes on stalks snake round the stick figures on their white hot forks
- Fog falling
- Vendors in the distance, flogging sugar eyelids, peddling religions
- Penny for a lost day, seven for a sixpence
- A cavalcade of kings and their devilish afflictions, hold line
- One whisper tore through the doors yet again
- And soared high above the rest for a second
- Like a feathered friend shifting and burning in a simultaneous flash
- Charred beak quivers as it hits the glacial mass
- Old hag sobbing into wine glass
- Dried bark smoulders in an old man’s pipe as the skies part
- Lines start moving in their multi-coloured comet trails
- Dogged pale ink blots choking on their patience
- I tried to hold the vomit in my mouth I promise
- And when my cheeks burst I felled a whole forest, honest
- Push past them cut them and collide
- ‘Cos I dreamt of a fuckable stack of stunners on the other side
Hook
- Its like snakeskin paths in the dust
- Following the cracks in the caramel crust
- Please save my place
- White lights whirling in the brain
- That led a tiny clown through a dying giant’s veins
- Please save my place
- So calling all mugs mice masters and mules
- Cloud chewing hogs huge mutants and ghouls
- Please queue here
- Either that’s a glace cherry on his chest
- Or the snipers had him locked in his crosshairs forever
- Let me guess
- Queue here
Verse 2
- “We will now serve civilian a trillion and four and snip the instrument for insolence positioned in his jaws”
- Yelled a smug steward chewing on his tenth peppered steak
- Cold hands rubbing at his wet lettuce face
- Step forth, the doors dissolved just for him
- Ushered into black clouds painting silver skulls on his supple skin
- Muffling the wolf whistles streaming from beneath
- That used to form an iron shell around his featureless physique
- Now, his flesh slipped off him
- To reveal his bones had grown mouths of their own to scream freedom for once
- And each muscle slid into the sky dripping sweetened blood
- Melting through the icy floor slipping on a sea of slush
- Beating heart pukes a new gospel in a stubborn gut takes a bow and crumbles in a puff of dust
- A short fat cripple caught his eyes in a rusty jug
- Inflating them to twin suns burning brightly up above
- Lips stretched into plush red carpets
- Unfurling further, phlegm forms the varnish
- Every brain cell swanning out into the carnage to pause for the cameras flashing
- Every pattern matching
- Mind splattering an intricate design on every grinning speck of space spread in infinite supply
- Nothing left but a grain of salt shrinking in the sky
- We will now serve civilian a trillion and five
Hook
- Its like snakeskin paths in the dust
- Following the cracks in the caramel crust
- Please save my place
- White lights whirling in the brain
- That led a tiny clown through a dying giant’s veins
- Please save my place
- So calling all mugs mice masters and mules
- Cloud chewing hogs huge mutants and ghouls
- Please queue here
- Either that’s a glace cherry on his chest
- Or the snipers had him locked in his crosshairs forever
- Let me guess
- Queue here