Roll Pages Beethoven! Video (MV)

This goes out to the 10 years wasted
To the green when the wean fell through
To the struggle and the trouble and the heroin bubble
Where temptation Thomas got trapped like glue
And to all of the venomous glances
And to all of the slithering sly
Snakes in the grass eyes flashing as they pass
A's, B's and C's these E's are way to speedy man

Big up the Bobs Beethoven too
Benzodiazepines
Big up Bjork and Biggy Smalls
Big up poets in the hall

Big up the Bobs Beethoven too
Benzodiazepines
Big up Bjork and Biggy Smalls
Big up poets in the hall

Meditation led me down a different path
Not faced with the future or chased by the past
Faced with the race you forget to go fast
Saw my poor soul swinging in plastercast
Like looking in the mirror
Different glass
Smoking weed at a speed Snoop Dogg might draw
Sometimes I hit the ceiling other times I hit the floor

Success with the ladies just brought on the guilt
For me or for she it depends who did the guilt
Pecks on necks sex regrets stress and yes then pain comes next
I looked for God
Found philosophers
I never quite bought the books of the divine
Did Socrates and Neitzsche narrow my mind?

Big up the Bobs Beethoven too
Benzodiazepines
Big up Bjork and Biggy Smalls
Big up poets in the hall

Big up the Bobs Beethoven too
Benzodiazepines
Big up Bjork and Biggy Smalls
Big up poets in the hall

She placed her hand upon my chest
She was stressed so I guess she just meant to rest
But she broke my ribcage plucked the heart out
Took it to a red brick Indian house
When I got sick
Beyond repair
In a hurry curried favour with a negative glare

She knocked all balls all out the f*cking park
Some score six or four but she set this spark
Kept me writing about her wince ever since
The end of our tender ten day stint
Yeah ten days only
Was enough
To leave me locked in the box she dropped on my head
You can drop me in the ocean if it's anywhere near her bed!

Big up the Bobs Beethoven too
Benzodiazepines
Big up Bjork and Biggy Smalls
Big up poets in the hall

Big up the Bobs Beethoven too
Benzodiazepines
Big up Bjork and Biggy Smalls
Big up poets in the hall

Now I shouldn't complain of what remains
Of the organ she took and travelled with and played
Don't know about you, how could I do?
When I'm in the mood I want the best for you
And I hypothesize that
If I sang about happ
Iness dishonest disrespectful at best
Flat 'n' that and boring and just not my prowess

Plus I owe it to myself to tell the full truth to
Friends and family who might listen to
Songs I sung of wrongs I done which may perturb
Peace of mind of anyone who lies in this world
The priests are all asleep in steeples repeating the words

Big up the Bobs Beethoven too
Benzodiazepines
Big up Bjork and Biggy Smalls
Big up poets in the hall

Big up the Bobs Beethoven too
Benzodiazepines
Big up Bjork and Biggy Smalls
Big up poets in the hall