The song itself will be familiar to most. I have adapted some of the words, which are the result in any case of many interpolations and accretions over the song's long history.
I realise that the vocal in the spoken section is unclear (which will be fixed shortly with some judicious compression) so here's what I am saying:
Can't miss it, mate
-Just a step up the road, through the freshly privatised out-patients' clinic
without walls, the result of a recent merger with the debtors' prison. Cemetery
gates on the left, 24 hour offy on the right, and all the bright new shining glass, playschool clad,
buy to let cash-farms gleaming like an advert for the transparency and self presence of the
well-lived life. It's just there - yeah, next to those hoardings displaying
gym-zombies with bodies like well sculpted CVs and posters exhorting
responsible citizens to do something wild and life-affirming - go shopping. There's pictures of them
gurning like giro day. It's a small door.
There's a buzzer.
If they ask, say I
sent you
Obviously, the best ever version - for both its sound and the morbid-hallucinatory visuals, is this one. Sorry about the ad at the beginning.
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