Sleaford Mods - Shortcummings

"Shortcummings"

You have the vision when you move a notch

You get permission to be what you want

I snog it now 'cause the sexy spot is prancing on my garden

Look, I'm elevated, I'm Captain Hook

Just round the back of the shop shut street

The rain in the wood is like a thinner sleet

It hits my nose and all I got is twigs and fat weeds and grass snakes please

When did I get so fucking down on my knees?

You have the mission when you walk a lot

Don't be a slider, get it how you want

I snog it now cos the sexy spot is dancing like

Baby, Dirty Dancing aka another crisis next to the magazine stand

Where's our picture on the front of this magazine, man?

It's such a shame that every job here is dead

It's such a shame that every person I meet needs smacking in the head

When did I get so fucking down on my knees?

He's gonna get all his dreams

He's got short, short, short, short, shortcummings

He's gonna mess himself so much

But it's all gonna come down hard

He's gonna get all his dreams

He's got short, short, short, short, shortcummings

He's gonna mess himself so much

But it's all gonna come down hard

One, two, three, four

You really don't know what they've probably got

They've got your arms if you resist the trot

I'll dance it now 'cause the rest is turned up in a microwave

Dark brown with the wavy wave

Just round the back of the bridge, no sleep

Lines of the road with the yellow lights brave the night to my mind, who lives in that house

And what do they think all the time?

He's gonna get all his dreams

He's got short, short, short, short, shortcummings

He's gonna mess himself so much

But it's all gonna come down hard

He's gonna get all his dreams

He's got short, short, short, short, shortcummings

He's gonna mess himself so much

But it's all gonna come down hard

(What do you get for killing me

A tighter grip, a bled of dying thousand) [x4]

He's gonna get all his dreams

He's got short, short, short, short, shortcummings

He's gonna mess himself so much

But it's all gonna come down hard

He's gonna get all his dreams

He's got short, short, short, short, shortcummings

He's gonna mess himself so much

But it's all gonna come down hard

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Might be about Dominic, might not be. 

I discovered Sleaford Mods on Radio 6.

I'm a SIX

Pure Tavistock

It's Not About The Money, Money, Money (We Don't Need Your Money, Money, Money)

I wrote here and here, that the ruling priesthood (they take vows), don't care about money, because they print it. This gentleman explains it far wittier and better than I.

Sleaford Mods - Mork n Mindy Ft Billy Nomates

Mork 'n' Mindy, Action Man 'n' Cindy

I don't mess about

I make 'em kiss each other when my mum 'n' dad go out

No messing, no curtain twitching, no stressing

I don't hang about, I get 'em down and dirty

Then get 'em falling out, then get 'em flirty

Get 'em throwing plates at each other

'Cause that's what's it's all about

Oi, fuck off back to your own room, welcome

In the back room, when fuck all's going on, what's new?

And the plated scenes of that

I live on a really depressing cul de sac

Where couples get divorced

And people come up that you'd never seen before

Like that smell of cigars and oil twat

You go, too high, too low

It doesn't make a difference

I know, too high, too low

But the system won't go

Too high, too low

It doesn't make a difference

I know, too high, too low

But the system won't go

Mork 'n' Mindy, I got eagle eyes above me

I just hit it out, in beige and tan and stain proof kitchen mats

And out, house, pheasant just hanging about

Look at the seed pouch on the fucker, old man and his brother

Setting about, stinks like an old body, like mornings on the voddy

Shotgun lager hotty, like PornHub, sticking constantly

WiFi's gone all lo-fi, my arse is feeling too dry

Like crackers out at midnight, I can't be arsed with butter alright

You're not from round here, crashed landed about a week ago

Yeah, I feel for you, I do

The state of it is alarming, so don't presume anything

Or Blue Monday will someday become you

Well the furniture's the same, but the menu's rearranged

And your jokes won't land in the same space you're used to

You go, too high, too low

It doesn't make a difference

I know, too high, too low

But the system won't go

Too high, too low

It doesn't make a difference

I know, too high, too low

But the system won't go

I looked out on the throw outside of my window

Outside there wasn't anything nice to see

I wanted things to smell, like meadows not like hell

Dying dandelions and bumble bees

I looked out at the throw outside of my window

Outside there wasn't anything nice to see

I wanted things to smell, like meadows not like hell

Dying dandelions and bumble bees

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Andrew Robert Fearn / Jason Williamson / Victoria Maries

Mork n Mindy lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc

Description

Artist: Sleaford Mods

Album: Mork n Mindy

Released: 2020

They're described as an Indie band, but in my mind they're space rappers. 

This is one sweet fucking track.