Printhead
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Hey you horror-face!
Im a printhead
I go to pieces
Im a printhead
I go to pieces yeah
End of catch-line
End of hook-line
We had a two page
Its what we needed
Im an I'll head
My face increases
How my head increases
Real problems, biz
So how is it, yeah
That Ive reached here
I thought this game
Would do me good
How could printed vinyl bring you out to here?
We laughed with them
When it was take-the-piss time
Im no egghead
But Im an ex-worker man
W.c.-hero friend - and not water closet!
There's a barrier between writer and singer
Uh-huh he's a good man
Although a lazy one
The singer is a neurotic drinker
The band little more than a big crashing beat.
Instruments collide and we all get drunk
The last two lines
Were a quote, yeah
When we read them
We went to pieces
We went to pieces, yeah
We went to pieces, yeah
Regularly
One day a week
Im a printhead, yeah
Twenty pence a week
Dirty fingers
Printhead x 3
With print you substitute an ear
For an extra useless eye
The Fall - Printhead
Printhead stands as a distinctive song in The Fall's expansive discography, capturing the band's signature post-punk intensity. Known for their relentless experimentation and Marc E. Smith's idiosyncratic songwriting, the group often explored themes of urban decay and industrial grit. This recording reflects their ability to blend abrasive instrumentation with sharp, observational lyrics. While the track may not always dominate the charts, it exemplifies the band's commitment to maintaining a unique sonic identity throughout their long career. The song contributes to a broader catalogue defined by its refusal to conform to conventional pop structures, offering listeners a raw and energetic glimpse into the Manchester-based outfit's creative process during this period.