Wdnesday 20/11/02 Alabama 3 @ Academy 2, Liverpool

BROTHERS WE HAVE COME TO TESTIFY. But this hyar ain't no Jedtian wo'ship. No suhree, so let's git th' disclaimer out th' way wif 'Too Sick t'Pray'. Maaan they're fine. Lookin' like th' last min yo'd find stan'in' when hell freezes on over, th' A3 is har fo' yer souls. It's amazin' they're still alive - th' last time ah encountered them ah partook in their mo'nin' 'pick me up' of a healthy quantity of GHB. ah didn't move fo' six hours…an' they went shoppin' fo' sweatshirts. Fum 'Sick', we git a stompin' along t'a song inspired by 'Orangemen aren't th' only fruits' (arf! Fry mah hide!), whilst th' local Po-licewimmen's night out (no lie) git on down t'th' pharmaceutically fuelled filthiness of th' 7 Houn'dogmen of th' Apocalypse. It's depraved! Fry mah hide!! Fry mah hide! It's senseless!! Fry mah hide! It's political! Fry mah hide!! Fry mah hide!

It's sometimes a li'l fo'mulaic! Fry mah hide!! Fry mah hide! It's ****in' phenomenal! Fry mah hide!. Th' thunnerous bass of 'bulletproof' sears on ma soul, an' then brother Jake starts a-pretchin'…an' ooooh.. them nice bleepy bloops of alien communicashun… tellyn' me thet IT is on th' way. Th' ress of th' congregashun haf sensed it too - an' haf shown their appreeciashun in th' only way they knows - by hollerin', whoopin' an' junerally lettin' it all hang loose. Ennyway, ah was soun'tracked…. Or does ah mean sidetracked? Mah Mammy allus said sidetracked so I'll hoof it wif her (even though th' bitch scooted off wif a 22 stone beavah called Gerald when ah was 12) - HELP ME MA, AH'M SINKIN'! Fry mah hide!! Fry mah hide!! Fry mah hide!.

Ennyhoose - thar's Brother Ezekiel tellyn' me, an' only me see - 'cos thar's a cornneckshun right thar in mah brain - thet IT is on th' way. Ooooh yeah, thar's th' gospel…. Thar's th' bleepy-bloops… an' whar is mah mind?? WHERE IS MY MIND?! Fry mah hide!?! Fry mah hide!! Fry mah hide!? IT'S THERE! Fry mah hide!! Fry mah hide!! Fry mah hide! IT'S MOTHER-****ING THERE RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF 'WOKE UP THIS MORNING' which is postibly th' greatess theme tune t'th' Sopranos evah. God-DANG! Fry mah hide! BROTHERS & SISTERS, GIVE ME A CRITTER-CRAWLIN' WITNESS! Fry mah hide!! Fry mah hide! Is we an audience?! Fry mah hide!?! Fry mah hide! NO we're a sweet countrybluegrasstechnodub CONGREGATION! Fry mah hide!! Fry mah hide!! Fry mah hide!.

So let's POUR ONE OUT FOR JESUS - in HOLY UNION! Fry mah hide! Who's thet knockin'? Ah said WHO'S THAT knockin? Wal fill me a kipper an' put it in ma aunt Susie - it's th' ghost of Black Grape come-a-callin' an' he say "ah used t'be a bit similar, acshully… but wif less political type stuff, fine… almost". SHUT YOUR FACE, POLTERGEIST! Fry mah hide! ah shout, who does he reckon he is? Doesn't he knows who ah's?! Fry mah hide!?! Fry mah hide!? ah AM A HIGHER BEING! Fry mah hide!! Fry mah hide!! Fry mah hide!

WE ALL ARE - POWERED WITH BABOOOOSHKA! Fry mah hide!! Fry mah hide!! Fry mah hide! We definitely don't need no country - o' fly no flag - all we have, o' sh'd haf in our lives is THE CHURCH OF THE ALABAMA 3! Fry mah hide!! Fry mah hide!! Fry mah hide!! Fry mah hide!

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