Mr Cynthia Lyrics

By the time Tony Allen had put the final brushstrokes to the last of the screaming Popes, it became apparent that the actor had transgressed the fourth wall. He spent the lone days...Read Full Lyrics

Brownshirt swordsman of Sydney HarbourPut out to pasture in Dublin townArchbishop's orders to seek and run thoseDeserters down[???] Boston, some call it LondonWhere exiles chose th...Read Full Lyrics

And did those feet, someone once asked, in ancient time, walk upon England's mountain green? The short answer is no. The longer answer is contained in the North Sea Scrolls, crucia...Read Full Lyrics

The First Scroll — The Broadmoor Blues DeltaAt the intersection of highways 49 and 61 in Mississippi, one rain-lashed and lightning-lit night in the 1920s, a blues singer called ...Read Full Lyrics

The Second Scroll — Mr CynthiaNever has a senior government official been less aptly named. When the recently knighted Melbournian head-kicker Joe Meek is appointed Minister for ...Read Full Lyrics

The Third Scroll — I'm Not the Man You Think I Am Karen, I'm the Actor Tony AllenInterred in the dankest recesses of the Internet Movie Database, on pages all but occluded by cob...Read Full Lyrics

The Fourth Scroll — Witches in the WaterThen, of course, there are those envoys which behave so abominably in their foreign role that there seems little choice but to recall them...Read Full Lyrics

Papal bulls, we've got them, decrees and fatwasFuck the Pope and all you ProdsFuck off home and don't be bothering GodDover Cliffs to Fort William, it's Gombeen Cha-ChaPigs the plu...Read Full Lyrics

The Sixth Scroll — Ayatollah CorneliusHistory is at best shy, verging on the coquettish, vis-à-vis the gestation of the North Sea Scrolls. We do not know who commissioned or c...Read Full Lyrics

Over the rooftops of the Poor Clares' ConventNear Ladbroke Grove, a pit of fiery tormentAn airship ascendsAt the helm, dressed in brocade and ski shadesOur born aristo gives a jovi...Read Full Lyrics