dirtmudd

Gary is that the factory plinth ?

full range with that be up and over in Australia

one of my favorites next vintage vinyl purchase

nice score!

nice band from down under..

I mainly run on rtm thread..unless I'm spinning vinyl and I have to post twice..here and rtm !!

Paul sometimes I just copy your pics..it easier than taking pics and posting the same thing !!

the floor pad is a perfect fit for the la Scalia's !!

what are you pushing the Scott sound into ??

great sounding album I have it on cd...

When it's cold, it comes slow.it is warm, just watch it grow.-all around me.it is here. it is now.Just a little bit of it can bring you up or down.Like the supper it is cooking in your hometown.it is chicken, it is eggs,it is in between your legs.it is walking on the moon,leaving your cocoon.it is the jigsa. it is purple haze.it never stays in one place, but it's not a passing phase,it is in the single's bar, in the distance of the face,it is in between the cages, it is always in a spaceit is here. it is now.Any rock can be made to roll,If you've enough of it to pay the toll.it has no home in words or goal,Not even in your favourite hole.it is the hope for the dope.When you ride the horse without a hoof.it is shaken, not stirred;Cocktails on the roof.When you eat right fru it you see everything alive,it is inside spirit, with enough grit to surviveIf you think it's pretentious, you've been taken for a ride.Look across the mirror, before you chose de cideit is here. it is nowit is Real. it is Rael'cos it's only knock and knowall, but I like it.

Moving down the water John is drifting out of sight, Its only at the turning point That you find out how you fight. In the cold, feel the cold All around And the rush of crashing water Surrounds me with its sound. Striking out to reach you I can't get through to the other side, When you're racing in the rapids There's only one way, that's to ride. Taken down, taken down By the undertow I'm spiralled down the river bed, My fire is burning low. Catching hold of a rock that's firm, I'm waiting for John to be carried past. We hold together, hold together And shoot the rapids fast. And when the waters slow down The dark and the deep have no-one, no-one, no-one, no-one, no-one left to keep. Hang on John! We're out of this at last. Somethings changed, that's not your face. It's mine - it's mine!

Struggling down the slope, There's not much hope. I begin to try to ride the scree But the rocks are tumbling all around me. If I want John alive, I've got to ditch my fear - take a dive While I've still got my drive to survive. Evel Knievel you got nothing on me. Here I go!

As he walks along the gorges edge,He meets a sense of yesteryear.A window in the bank above his headReveals his home amidst the streets.Subway sounds, the sounds of complaintThe smell of acid on his gun of paint.As it carves out anger in a blood-red band,Destroyed tomorrow by an unknown hand;My home.Is this the way out from this endless scene?Or just an entrance to another dream?And the light dies down on Broadway.But as the skylight beckons him to leave,He hears a scream fro far below.Within the raging water, writhes the formOf brother John, he cries for help.The gate is fading now, but open wide,But John is drowning, I must decideBetween the freedom I had in the rat-race,Or to stay forever in this forsaken place;Hey John!He makes for the river and the gate is gone,Back to the void where it came from.And the light dies down on Broadway.

I wandered lonely as a cloud,Till I came upon this dirty street.I've never seen a stranger crowd;Slubberdegullions on a squeaky feet,Continually pacing,With nonchalant embracing,Each orifice disgracingAnd one facing me moves to say "hellay".His skin's all covered in slimy lumps.With lips that slide across each chin.His twisted limbs like rubber stampsAre waved in welcome say 'Please join in.'My grip must be flipping,Cos his handshake keeps slipping,My hopes keep on dippingAnd his lips keep on smiling all the time. Slipperman:"We like you, have tasted love.Don't be alarmed at what you see,You yourself are just the sameAs what you see in me."Rael:Me, like you? like that!Slipperman:"You better watch it son, your sentence has only just begunYou better run and join your brother John."A VISIT TO THE DOKTORSlipperman:"You're in the colony of slippermen.There's no who? why? what? or when?You get out if you've got the gripeTo see, Doktor Dyper, reformed sniperhe'll whip off your windscreenwiperRael:John and I are ableTo face the Doktor and his marble table.The Doktor:Understand Rael, it's the end of your tail.Rael:"Don't delay, dock the dick!"I watch his countdown timer tickTHE RAVENHe places the number into a tube,A yellow plastic "shoobedoobe".It says: "Though your fingers may tickleYou'll be safe in our pickle."Suddenly, black cloud comes down from the sky

The scent grows richer, he knows he must be near, He finds a long passageway lit by chandelier. Each step he takes, the perfumes change From familiar fragrance to flavors strange. A magnificent chamber meets his eye. Inside, a long rose-water pool is shrouded by fine mist. Stepping in the moist silence, with a warm breeze he's gently kissed. Thinking he is quite alone, He enters the room, as if it were his own, But ripples on the sweet pink water Reveal some company unthought of Rael stands astonished doubting his sight, Struck by beauty, gripped in fright; Three vermilion snakes of female face, The smallest motion, filled with grace. Muted melodies fill the echoing hall, But there is no sign of warning in the siren's call: "Rael welcome, we are the Lamia of the pool. We have been waiting for our waters to bring you cool." Putting fear beside him, he trusts in beauty blind, He slips into the nectar, leaving his shredded clothes behind. "With their tongues, they test, taste and judge all that is mine. They move in a series of caresses That glide up and down my spine. As they nibble the fruit of my flesh, I feel no pain, Only a magic that a name would stain. With the first drop of my blood in their veins Their faces are convulsed in mortal pains. The fairest cries, 'We all have loved you Rael'." Each empty snakelike body floats, Silent sorrow in empty boats. A sickly sourness fills the room, The bitter harvest of a dying bloom. Looking for motion I know I will not find, I stroke the curls now turning pale, in which I'd lain entwined "O Lamia, your flesh that remains I will take as my food" It is the scent of garlic that lingers on my chocolate fingers. Looking behind me, the water turns icy blue, The lights are dimmed and once again the stage is set for you.

The chamber was in confusion - all the voices shouting loud. I could only just hear, a voice quite near say, "Please help me through the crowd:" I said if I helped her thru' she could help me too, but I could see that she wholly blind. But from her pale face and her pale skin, a moonlight shined. Lilywhite Lilith, She gonna take you thru' the tunnel of night Lilywhite Lilith, She gonna lead you right. When I'd led her through the people, the angry noise began to grow. She said, "Let me feel the way the breezes blow, and I'll show you where to go." So I followed her into a big round cave, she said, "They're coming for you, now don't be afraid." Then she sat me down on a cold stone throne, carved in jade. Lilywhite Lilith, She gonna take you thru' the tunnel of night Lilywhite Lilith, She gonna lead you right. She leaves me in my darkness, I have to face, face my fear, And the darkness closes in on me, I can hear a whirring sound growing near. I can see the corner of the tunnel, Lit up by whatever's coming here. Two golden globes float into the room And a blaze of white light fills the air.

There is lambswool under my naked feet The wool is soft and warm Gives off some kind of heat A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid The fleas cling to the golden fleece Hoping they'll find peace Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid There's no hiding in memory There's no room to avoid The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridor For my second sight of people, they've more lifeblood than before They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door Where the needle's eye is winking, closing on the poor The carpet crawlers heed their callers: "We've got to get in to get out We've got to get in to get out We've got to get in to get out" There's only one direction in the faces that I see It's upward to the ceiling, where the chamber's said to be Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in every tree They are pulled up by the magnet, believing they're free The carpet crawlers heed their callers: "We've got to get in to get out We've got to get in to get out We've got to get in to get out" Mild-mannered supermen are held in kryptonite And the wise and foolish virgins giggle with their bodies glowing bright Through the door a harvest feast is lit by candlelight It's the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight The carpet crawlers heed their callers: "We've got to get in to get out We've got to get in to get out We've got to get in to get out" The porcelain mannequin with shattered skin fears attack And the eager pack lift up their pitchers, they carry all they lack The liquid has congealed, which has seeped out through the crack And the tickler takes his stickleback The carpet crawlers heed their callers, "We've got to get in to get out We've got to get in to get out We've got to get in to get out" "We've got to get in to get out We've got to get in to get out We've got to get in to get out" "We've got to get in to get out We've got to get in to get out We've got to get in to get out" "We've got to get in to get out We've got to get in to get out" The carpet crawlers heed their callers, "We've got to get in to get out We've got to get in to get out"

At the top of the stairs he finds a chamber. It is almost a hemisphere with a great many doors all the way round its circumference. There is a large crowd, huddled in various groups. From the shouting, Rael learns that there are 32 doors, but only one that leads out. Their voices get louder and louder until Rael screams "Shut up!" There is a momentary silence and then Rael finds himself the focus as they direct their advice and commands to their new found recruit. Bred on trash, fed on ash the jigsaw master has got to move faster. Rael sees a quiet corner and rushes to it. At the top of the stairs, there's hundreds of people, Running around to all the doors. They try to find, find themselves an audience; their deductions need applause. The rich man stands in front of me, The poor man behind my back. They believe they can control the game, But the juggler holds another pack. I need someone to believe in, someone to trust. I need someone to believe in, someone to trust. I'd rather trust a countryman than a townman, You can judge by his eyes, take a look if you can, He'll smile through his guard, Survival trains hard. I'd rather trust a man who works with his hands, He looks at you once, you know he understands, Don't need any shield, When you're out in the field. But down here, I'm so alone with my fear, With everything that I hear. And every single door, that I've walked through Brings me back here again, I've got to find my own way. The priest and the magician, Singing all the chants that they have ever heard; and they're all calling out my name, Even academics, searching printed word. My father to the left of me, My mother to the right, Like everyone else they're pointing But nowhere feels quite right. And I need someone to believe in, someone to trust. I need someone to believe in, someone to trust. I'd rather trust a man who doesn't shout what he's found, There's no need to sell if you're homeward bound. If I choose a side, He won't take me for a ride. Back inside This chamber of so many doors; I've nowhere, nowhere to hide. I'd give you all of my dreams, if you'd help me, Find a door That doesn't lead me back again Take me away.

The palpitating cherry-red organ was returned to its rightful place and began to beat faster as it led our hero, counting out time, through his first romantic encounter. I'm counting out time, Got the whole thing down by numbers. All those numbers! Give me guidance! O Lord I need that now. The day of judgement's come, And you can bet that I've been resting, for this testing, Digesting every word the experts say. Erogenous zones I love you. Without you, what would a poor boy do? Found a girl I wanted to date, Thought I'd better get it straight. Went to buy a book before it's too late. Don't leave nothing to fate. I studied every line, every page in the book, Now, I've got the real thing here, I'm gonna take a look, take a look. This is Rael! I'm counting out time, hoping it goes like I planned it, 'cause I understand it. Look! I've found the hotspots, Figs 1-9. Still counting out time, got my finger on the button, "Don't say nuttin' just lie there still And I'll get you turned on just fine." Erogenous zones I love you. Without you, what would a poor boy do? Touch and go with 1-6. Bit of trouble in zone No. 7. Gotta remember all of my tricks. There's heaven ahead in No. 11! Getting crucial responses, dilation of the pupils. "Honey get hip! It's time to unzip, to unzip, zip, zip-a-zip-a-zip. Whipee!" (Take it away Mr. Guitar) I'm counting out time, reaction none to happy, Please don't slap me, I'm a red blooded male and the book said I could not fail. I'm counting out time, I got unexpected distress from my mistress, I'll get my money back from the bookstore right away. Erongenous zones I question you Without you, what would a poor boy do? Without you, what would a poor boy do? Without you, mankind handkinds through' the blues.

No-one seems to take up the chase, and with the familiar faces fresh in his mind he moves into a reconstruction of his old life, above ground - Too much time was one thing he didn't need, so he used to cut through it with a little speed. He was better off dead, than slow in the head. His momma and poppa had taken a ride on his back, so he left very quickly to join The Pack. I see faces and traces of home back in New York City - So you think I'm a tough kid? Is that what you heard? Well I like to see some action and it gets into my blood. The call me the trail blazer - Rael - electric razor I'm the pitcher in the chain gang, we don't believe in pain 'Cause we're only as strong, yes we're only as strong, As the weakest link in the chain. Only after a spell in Pontiac reformatory was he given any respect in the gang. Let me out of Pontiac when I was just seventeen, I had to get it out of me, if you know what I mean, what I mean. You say I must be crazy, 'cause I don't care who I hit, who I hit. But I know it's me that's hitting out and I'm, I'm not full of shit. I don't care who I hurt, I don't care who I do wrong. This is your mess I'm stuck in, I really don't belong. When I take out my bottle, filled up high with gasoline, You can tell by the night fires where Rael has been, has been. Now, walking back home after a raid, he was cuddling a sleeping porcupine. That night he pictured the removal of his hairy heart and to the accompaniment of very romantic music he watched it being shaved smooth by an anonymous stainless steel razor. As I cuddled the porcupine He said I had none to blame, but me. Held my heart, deep in hair, Time to shave, shave it off, it off. No time for romantic escape, When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No! Off we go... Your sitting in your comfort you don't believe I'm real, You cannot buy protection from the way that I feel. Your progressive hypocrites hand out their trash, But it was mine in the first place, so I'll burn it to ash. And I've tasted all the strongest meats, And laid them down in coloured sheets (laid them down in coloured Sheets). Who needs illusion of love and affection When you're out walking the streets with your mainline connection? Connection. As I cuddled the porcupine He said I had none to blame, but me. Held my heart, deep in hair. Time to shave, shave it off, it off. No time for romantic escape, When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No!

There's sunshine in my stomachLike I just rocked my baby to sleep.There's sunshine in my stomachAnd I can't keep me from creeping sleep,Sleep, deep in the deep.Rockface moves to press my skinWhite liquids turn sour withinTurn fast-turn sourTurn sweat-turn sour.Must tell myself that I'm not here.I'm drowning in a liquid fear.Bottled in a strong compression,My distortion shows obsessionIn the cave.Get me out of this cave!If I keep my self-control,I'll be safe in my soul.And the childhood beliefBrings a moment's relief,But my cynic soon returnsAnd the lifeboat burns.My spirit just never learns.Stalactites, stalagmitesShut me in, lock me tight.Lips are dry, throat is dry.Feel like burning, stomach churning,I'm dressed up in a white costumePadding out leftover room.Body stretching, feel the wretchingIn the cageGet me out of this cage!In the glare of a light,I see a strange kind of sight;Of cages joined to form a starEach person can't go very far;All tied to their thingsThey are netted by their strings,Free to flutter in memories of their wasted wings.Outside the cage I see my Brother John,He turns his head so slowly round.I cry out help! before he can be gone,And he looks at me without a sound.And I shout 'John please help me!'But he does not even want to try to speak.I'm helpless in my violent rageAnd a silent tear of blood dribbles down his cheek,And I watch him turn away and leave the cage.My little runaway.In a trap, feel a strapHolding still. Pinned for kill.Chances narrow that I'll make it,In the cushioned straight-jacket.Just like 22nd Street,When they got me by my neck and feet.Pressures building, can't take any more.My headaches charge. My earaches roar.In the painGet me out of this pain.If I could change to liquid,I could fill the cracks up in the rock.But I know that I am solidAnd I am my own bad luck.But outside John disappears and my cage dissolves,and without any reason my body revolves.Keep on turning,Keep on turning,Turning around,spinning around.

There's something solid forming in the air, The wall of death is lowered in Times Square. No-one seems to care, They carry on as if nothing was there. The wind is blowing harder now, Blowing dust into my eyes. The dust settles on my skin, Making a crust I cannot move in And I'm hovering like a fly, waiting for the windshield on the freeway.

tubes are warming, coffee is a brewing up next is the lamb lies down on broadway.. New virgin vinyl...I have not listened to the lamb on new virgin vinyl..since the copy that my friends sister brought back from her trip to England...she also pick up selling England by the pound ...1988

There's something solid forming in the air, The wall of death is lowered in Times Square. No-one seems to care, They carry on as if nothing was there. The wind is blowing harder now, Blowing dust into my eyes. The dust settles on my skin, Making a crust I cannot move in And I'm hovering like a fly, waiting for the windshield on the freeway.