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letra de reunion - dusty limits

[intro]
the general mood’s suggestive of deliberate deception
the reception’s underground, which means you cannot get reception
though the sandwhiches look lovely, you have cause to be suspicous
and the terrier beneath your chair is likely to be vicious

the occasion’s the occasional reuinion of my kin
the sp-wn of both original and plagiaristic sin
yes, all the withered branches of my rotten family tree
and if you cast your eyеs about, here’s who you might see

[verse 1]
therе’s funny old uncle george who married a gorgeous woman he received in the post
and a host proposing a toast who can boast of a very novel way of getting drunk
a buddhist monk who dresses as a punk and swears he was a donkey in a former life
and méabh his wife who carries a knife and sleeps in the garden shed
there’s uncle fred who was dead for a minute-and-a-half who laughs with half his face
next in place is cousin grace whose pacemaker picks up radio 4
by the door is great aunt flora dressed up like a pearly queen
cousin jean by the j-panese screen is hovering over the food
completley nude

[verse 2]
in a lilac snood is aunt gertrude who appears to survive on gin and prayer
auntie claire has a pink wheelchair but prefers to ride in a market trolley
cousin molly can show you on the dolly where she swears a werewolf bit ‘er
she’s a knitter and a babysitter, which i think is a bad idea
great aunt clea comes every year although she died in ’82
uncle cthulhu has jumped in the pool, who would think he was such a swell?
cousin nell has been through h-ll and frankly come out looking much better
her red setter in a festive sweater drinks sherry from a goldfish bowl
like cousin noel
[verse 3]
aunt hepzibah drives a vintage car which seems to run on laughing gas
there’s that lass whose eyes a glass, she’s wearing a hamster on her hat
uncle mat once married his cat and his pattern baldness looks like the face of jesus
it pleases uncle croesus, who lost his shirt
cusing gertie’s getting flirty up against the skirting-board
with that lord who’s wearing a sword, although he’s dressed as a naughty nurse
driving a he-rs- and carrying a curse is malachi, who prefers the dead
it’s been said he’s off his head and he lives with a pet giraffe (pet giraffe)
just for a laugh (for a laugh)

[verse 4]
daphne and dougie the unrelated twins are riding in a buggy and commiting mortal sins
winsome winnie is spinning like a top, which is her idea of modern dance
cousin fancy’s chancing her arm with a charming man; who was clearly framed
and crouching by the buffet is my brother, who must not be named!
my painfully shy sister sinéad is wearing a dress that her boyfriend made
he’s called philippe and admits they sleep in seperate beds, of which one is mine
drinking wine from noon ’til nine before she switches to pure cocaine
is cousin jane who flies a plane and lives in a town called bude
with aunt gertrude

[verse 5]
cousin judas is quite as rude as a man can be without causing offence
aunt hortense spares no expense when it comes to buying the right umbrella
there’s that feller, was a bank-teller, decided one day to rob himself
and rob himself is dressed as an elf and trying to snog maureen
deer little oisin is seldom seen in the daylight hours since the fatal night
aphrodite, she’s quite flighty; her sister was always the pretty one
one night for fun she took a gun and finished off the man she wed
now he’s dead and she shares her bed with a stolen carousel horse
that’s called ‘divorce’
[outro]
at the head of the table auntie mabel lays a white rose wreath
for mr black who is sadly lacking, buried as he is six feet beneath
families are conspiracies of memories and lies
still, it’s strange that cousin jane has uncle gordon’s eyes
in a jam-jar

- dusty limits

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