Here is the text from the inside cover slip. Some obvious references to the lyrics in there. It's got a weird 'stream of conciousness' thing about it and there is some odd wordplay too.
BOMBED OUT LOVERS BREATHE EASIER YOU CAN'T EAT ATMOSPHERE HAPPINESS IS EGG-SHAPED HIGH SPEED GLASS - HEAT THAT OBEYS YOU AND LIFTS ME BE ME AND BEAT THESE DUMB BEAUTIFUL BLONDES FROM ABOVE THEIR EYES ARE RIVERS THEY GIVE ME SHIVERS YOUNG PEOPLE ARE ALL THE SAME THEY DON'T MIND THEY OUGHTTA RUNNING AROUND CHASING A BEE INSIDE A JAR WHOEVER HEARD OF SUCH A THING HALF THE TIME IT'S NOT AS EASY AS IT MAY SEEM TAKING A PEE INSIDE A JAR REMEMBER THAT YERSELF IS STEAM SO Y'VE COME DRIPPING FROM THE HIVE WE KNOW YER IN THERE C'MON THE GRASSHOPPER MONSTER IS READY T'GO IN A SKID HE GROANS WITH JOY AT THE SIGHT OF HER SO THEY LET HIM GO AND "SEASON'S GREETINGS" HE GOES RIGHT TA THOSE HOOTERS DRAGGING ME BY YER SIDE PHONY COLOURS IN YER EYES YER SOULS'S OBSCENE BUT I DON'T MIND YEAH ONCE AND FER ALL BRING A 7.65 BULLET TO A PATHETIC STOP PHLIPPING OUT LIKE SOME OLD WIFE YER SYRINGE MOUTH IS OPEN WIDE YOU GO INSANE AND I GO INSIDE EVERY WOMAN'S A STRIPPER WAITING T'GET OUT HEY BABE I SPEND ALL DAY MIXING IT UP AND SPEND ALL NIGHT THINNING IT OUT WELL THIS ONE IS GOING TO KILL YOU REMEMBER HOW CLEANING FLUID LOOKS JUST LIKE GINGER ALE WHEN YER TWO AND A HALF? CREATED PEOPLE DON'T NEED IMAGINATION.....SEEMS A GIRL'S FATHER ALWAYS PLAYS THE SPOILER WHEN YER BOTH ABOUT TA STRETCH OUT AND ROLL LIKE CONEY ISLAND CYCLONES THOSE FUCKERS SHOULD DIM THEIR LIGHTS NOW I SPEND ALL DAY CIRCLING THE DRAIN BUT I WON'T CHICKEN OUT NO I WON'T CHICKEN OUT WHY I SEE BLUE IN EVERY FAT MAN A THIN ONE IS WILDLY SIGNALLING TO BE LET OUT RELEASE HIM AND BEAUTY BLAST OFF LIKE JAMACAN GINGER DAVE KEPT ALL BANDS ALIVE SO WHY BOTHER I SEE YOU IN A CRACK AND I'M HEADED FOR THE DIVIDE PINK AND GREEN WHAT DO THESE MEAN TO ME I NEED SOMEONE WHOSE SOUL'S OBSCENE THERE'S THAT WORD AGAIN WE SUCK SO......WHY BOTHER LOOK DEEP INTO OUR RYES LOOK DEEP INTO OUR RYES ONTO THE ICE FLOW WHERE YOU MAKE A FABULOUS JACK MARK BURGESS IS NOTHING BUT A STAR IN THE CAP OF A WIZARD IN WALES AND THIS IS OUR FIRST RECORD CHLORDIAZEPOXIDE HCL FOR LOW KINGS WASHED UP AND THIS IS OUR FIRST RECORD AND SOME OF IT SUCKS IT MAY EVEN HELP YOU BRING A DEPRESSUVE OUT OF HER SHELL HURRAH LIFE REACHES 1.5 MILLION YOU SHOULD LIVE SO LONG BUT REALLY THE NEXT ONE WILL BE BETTER JONOTHAN I'M SICK OF EVERYTHING YOU'VE EVER DONE WAS FOR YER MOTHER OR RICHARD BURTON I SEEN YOU EAT AWAY SCREWHEADS AND KILL EVERY CEREAL TASTES LIKE SUMMER NOW I KNOW I KNOW IF WE HELD A LAMP UP TA HIS BRAIN WEED SEE YOU SUZANNE PRETTYING UP ON OUR PRIME TIME WHOA AND YOU WONDER WHY AT LAST I FEEL BLESSED TO HAVE MADE SUCH A MESS WITH NOVOCAINE THE ESKIMOS USED TO FREEZE THEIR OLD PEOPLE TO DEATH WE BERRY OURS ALIVE HOW LONG WILL YER ABUNDANCE LAST WHEN SOME OF OUR BEST SALESMEN ARE BIGGOTS HOOKERS PUSHERS AND FAGS BAZAAR SOMEONE SHOULD LOVE MERCURY REV AT ALL NO, REALLY PEOPLE WE DO, AND THIS BAND IS FULL OF LOSERS SINKING FROM THE BOTTOM DOWN SLOW AS A GLACIER IT LOVES TO FUCK EVERY PIRELL GIRL ARE YOU? VERY SLEEPY RIVERS LAST YOU 'TIL MARCH DAVID HOLDS UP THE QUESTION MARK WRITHING LIKE A WHORE VERY RUSTY VERY LUSTY I REMEMBER THAT TWISTED THING I REMEMBER FEELING NO HARM IN FALLOPIAN TUBES LIKE A FISH IN WARM CLEAR LIQUID BALLOOOONED IN BUFFALO DOING THIS WHOLE THING BECAUSE POP SONGS NEVER JUMPED UP AND BIT ME IN THE ASS BEFORE IT ALL BEGINS WITH CLAMOR ANYWHEY MILK SILVER AND SULK, EIGHT PINTS AND FOUR LARGE WHISKEYS TODAY AREN'T DOING DAVID ANY GOOD THANK LUCKY STRIKES I BELIEVE IN COMING UNGLUED NOW THAT I'VE GOT MY LID ON A VERY SLEEPY PLACE NOW ARE AT LEAST UNTIL I GIVE MY WINDOWS A GOOD TALKING TO PEOPLE ARE DICKS TO YOU AND MERCURY REV KNOWS THIS HERE IS LOSERS WHO STOOD UP TO THAT TWISTED THING BEFORE THE TAPE RAN OUT AND SAID "CUT THIS OUT AND PUT IT IN BED NEXT TO YER CHILD...... WIPE OUT POP."
Mercury Rev - Yerself Is Steam
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