R&D

There are 14 days in a fortnight

I sampled 14 flavours of bright white light

all in the name of research and development

all for a date at the chemist with a pessimist

stoke the stoics

toke on baseball bats

take a baseball match

hit a home run like Joe DiMaggio

and pick a badge

my comrade

read a classic

write a classic

it's a rite of passage

and while you're at it

write a passage

about a train

with infinite carriages

no passengers

the smell of lavender

a warm bath and a zodiac calendar

it's seven-zip skip

i took a trip, tried to fly

but my wings got clipped (ahh shit)

they'll be back though

as sure as wine flows

as long as grapes grow

where's the jets, Eno?

There are 14 days in a fortnight

I sampled 14 flavours of bright white light

all in the name of research and development

all for a date at the chemist with a pessimist

Second verse

you're still feeling the first

I burst on the scene

in a hearse in reverse

I square up Mephistopheles

the chicken he swerves first

a fetish of the feet

the blemish on the word

ohhh the sentence

they were given

all the sentences

that were written

I think they meant it when they sent it

but they now look upon it

with resentment

stop quoting Dostoevsky and say what you mean!

I swallowed every bottle you sent me in a dream

I think they bent it in retrospective

when I pick a prize now

they call me Dom Selective

There are 14 days in a fortnight

I sampled 14 flavours of bright white light

all in the name of research and development

all for a date at the chemist with a pessimist

In swine times

keep your eyes on the prize

they got the sinister minister

buzzing like a fly

they got the cynical, whimsical, critical, miracle eyes

it's a hustle on the side

the sand game's 5 to 5

they got the triple Mack Superliner laden with rhymes

they got a Supertrak sifting through all of the lines

they got a leather clad jetpack strapped to their back

the weather man dialed-in for a four hour chit chat

front row, death row

shop front, drug front

the sentimental-weight bout

a technical cop-out

I think one sold up while one was holed up

passato la festa

high-time to fold-up

There are 14 days in a fortnight

I sampled 14 flavours of bright white light

all in the name of research and development

all for a date at the chemist with a pessimist