‘Cause this music can put a human being in a trance like state and deprive it for the sneaking feeling of existing.
‘Cause music is bigger than words and wider than pictures.
If someone said that Mogwai are the stars, I would not object.
If the stars had a sound, it would sound like this.
The punishment for these solemn words can be hard.
Can blood boil like this at the sound of a noisy tape that I’ve heard?
I know one thing.
On Saturday, the sky will crumble together (or something) with a huge bang to fit into the cave.
[recorded backwards at the end of the track:]
Start spieling now?
When ah shag a burd ye’d think Antartica defrosted on her bed
Sometimes when ah’m puffin’ hash ah get a burd tae suck my dong
Often when I don’t clean my knob I get my sister to lick the cheese of my helmet
Everytime ah poke my arse aff ah smell shite a’ day
Once I was eighteen an’ I had to shoot ma spunk hole, said “show ‘s yur beard ya slag”
I used tae run aboot wi’ wee guys an’ a’ that but ah never touched them right
Once I hud tae, hud tae, slash ma da’s ……
Once when …..