Get Kramer Lyrics

We’ve got Kramer coming over

To produce us

So that we can show off to our specialist friends

Go down to the Falcon in Camden and say

I’ll have a pint for myself and a pint for the ex-MC5

Aleister Crowley knew my father, or rather

Business once took Dad up into the glens

Where in a small hotel bar Crowley asked

“Have you got change for the fruit machine chief, I’m

all out?”



Dear Mr McGee,

Please find enclosed the latest demo from Liquid Greek.

Derided by the mainstream as shoe-gazing also-rans, the

band have nevertheless persevered with their off-

kilter-or-nothing policy in the hope that someone like

your good self will eventually realise, and thus

promote, this violent yet ultimately beautiful genre

which we have dubbed ‘new noise’. The first track is

based upon the high-pitched lamentations of an

unbalanced Lincoln woman, who nurses injured buzzards

back to health inside her dead child’s wardrobe. We

hope you like it.

Yours sincerely,

Liquid Greek

PS - We don’t like sport of any kind, and friends at

school were very much thin on the ground



This land is my land

This land is not your land

So please get off now or I’ll go and fetch the farm

hand

And he will come running in a red cap-sleeve T-shirt

And a West Country smile that says “I’ll give you Kick

Out The Jams”