Sleaford Mods
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Very astute comments in that investigation, appreciation.
19th Jan 2018 edit...since firefinga has brought the thread back from the depths. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dEYYI1ii0AU This is a video by mods I really like...because Jobseeker really connects with I musically. They've done a good job with it, pardon the pun. Lots of energy in the performance, and skills too. 
For Statto
 seems to be a new release
Music critic for the Tally Ho
Kebab Spider is brilliant.
I have the new album on pre-order
Long time since I have posted here last time but this thread made me do it.
I have seen these guys live in Helsinki and they were excellent. Good stuff. 
Go into town. I take the corner dead slow, 'cause there's five people near the bank that I know. Just talk whiff.
Go down the Co-op. Head low. Making out I'm weathering the chill in the dairy section. Even though the fridge is broke. So? Talk whiff. I'm a busy person. I've had enough of it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y4APkN6hUZo
After "Jobseeker" was literally picked up by the mods, today I wrote their internet three more black songs.
Bathroom Olympics - For Sleaford Mods I dropped my credit card In a sink full of soap suds Keep scratching my balls In hope of a slam dunk Bathroom Olympics My numbers full of zeros and ones But they don't do Babestation on stereo Comfortably sitting in the soap suds Yep, ta Drizzled on me bum. Digitized Hamster - For Sleaford Mods What's this Tamagotchi piece of shit Ooh, the creature inside just crapped itself Hey, my machine is breaking apart Do I have to feed the hamster? I'm not very sharp Outside, I can see a squirrel He's gathering some nuts I wonder if my Digitized Hamster Does he eat bistro? He's bawling about emptying his butt On the floor of the pod he's lying I wonder if Sony is gonna set fire to him My poor Digitized Hamster I tried to feed him But he started crying Piece of shit Tamagotchi thing Might as well take up Pinterest... Digitized Hamster I wannabe a wallaby With no fucking regrets Chin up, wallaby If you wanna be my lover Shit the screen's blacked out Doesn't use rechargeable batteries! I'm throwing this piece of shit on the floor PETA said I was working undercover. Craving a coffee - For Sleaford Mods Asking for a headache Here comes the main meal Oh, I seem to have forgot what I ordered Here comes a coffee Oh, is this milk Gluten Free? Bad luck Brian. Says slow and steady wins the race Dies in fire Oh no, the cesspit has caught alight Wait, how did I end up in Mario 64's Lethal Lava Land? I paid three quid for that ride... It's bad enough us juveniles getting on for full price. Craving a coffee at McDonalds All they serve is Dave Hedgehog McFlurries I'm fucking onto you Ronald McNumpty. Writing, as George Orwell used to think, is about being positive without appealing to the minority's general asides.
I like "Craving a coffee" best
For Sleaford Mods - Busking Dungarees
As we both walk the town Seeing buskers in dungarees What's this, a calorific spending spree? Bird turds mixed with laxatives from green E's Look your salad just ain't mellow mate Calm down being Gordon Ramsey I used to eat health-filled baguettes Until I mistakenly gave a Subway melt That was an expensive vet bill You know the drill Me busking dungarees fell off me 'ips As I traced the nearest dog Bending over and me jeans Falling off the treadmill outside It's all you health freaks do Fracking in yer jeans Falling over in your Busking dungarees Nobody wants to see your arse pal
A little more deadpan; a little less Captain America...
Camp Fire Cranial The lust of the barbequeue A blue corner that never knew blue Forever challenged By the challenging Naval hues and rescue squads They do their jobs But only get paid for it. The Hunger Of Disease Michelin men, speak michelin tyres Michelin fed, you dream of wires Making a souped space more industrialised Making plant food less homogenised Less a substance abusing of caught fire Instead a medicine for anyone to lay down Without parting from the highway code You try left, I'll turn always to the right. Butter And Spread Left for dead Left for red, embellished Unless yer buttered and spread Peanuts try and smack heads Slapheads are cauterized by whines Some of us like to wear dreads And others prefer to wig out on fines In any language Yer buttered and spread Like falling off your bar stool Because people thought you were cool And your heart needs to be corn fed Something other than the Rugby Priming Rule Run that way, don't stamp on someone's leg The universe gives us time To be better buttered than batter bitterness And did we even refer to spreadsheets yet? I'll have a day off, listening to new age The rest of us are parading in a shed Like a darkness that is away from confectionery No rights read "you are half dead" Or just like butter, and like to spread your wares in a fishing Adventure of the damned, bred and half fed Buttered, and spread. Crimson Nostrils The redenning of a quip Can turn into magmarized polips The distance between distance Renders the sightless sore eyes And the entitlement Seeks to reprimand The tiredness of our lives We fall or we wake Squandering the chances of a monolith In kindness we act quickly But sometimes we want to pursue Some things are not fast and nifty And knife crime costs more Than one pound fifty. Weakling Feelings The touch of a flower, can empower The whiff of stale sweat, can turn us sour Conundrums of happy hour Don't tell everyone to piss off! Balls keep rolling moss Wildness takes us for a ride The weakling child in me Wants to suspend disbelief A little more British than Dawson's Creek Or a hay bale Home and away Any chance to succeed, or to fail. The Insult Of Humanities Crimes As we grow up and out We've got more to shout about More bills, more loans, more clout Sometimes debt comes to a head Or the chimeras magically expense The early life forms They're driven by endangerment's death The lack of requested health Isn't it obvious humanity is something else? Crusted encrusted There's heat beneath those feet There's fire within those fists There's eruptions like cancer And then the brain decides to give Not all things are Driven by power Sometimes its the dance of an iron bar Or the deception of a dancer Never running too far In the gestures of the entitled. Courtesy Sticks and stones today Are the spiked drinks and parole of yesterday Yesteryear The WHO would have no fear In reinstating the law like Richard Gere Womanising a role to be treated so dear It's the final countdown To slander in a cartoon land. Shadows of the trees Blindness is a debacle Deafness is an embarrassment You hold ten degrees? Or are you seeing shadows of the trees Of the paper saved by deforestation pitch The tone is a withered one It's like a crucifying of the black board When every liver goes blind to bore The deaf people with their handshake. 
I like the Bug collabs too.
 I ain't no ferret...
Dirty Rat is great. I chuckled a lot too.
this is pretty good...
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