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Do you think I do these things for real? You bet! I do these things just so I survive ...

It is the powder apex of Libor Cocker’s preoccupation with class hatred; it is the ultimate example of Libidoe-as-intellectual-threat. The Libertine of this P seeking & finding song, replete with milk and cream without any obscenity, is trapped and seething, filled with genuine contempt and disdain, but utterly aware of his own value exactly. He´s getting all your honey, regardless of whether or not you wanna give it to him, baby. He’s not merely coming back for everything, he’s doing it just because he can, and because you deserve it, and he’s using his body – that discarded, disrespected, societally valueless body – as his CONCEAL & CARRY weapon of immense pleasure, a young reservoir of love, an old bucket of star dust, because revenge is a yummy dish best served freezing.

Del·i·ca·tes·sen is a 'Different Class' store selling cold cuts, catchy cheeses, and a sweet variety of salads, as well as an exquisite selection of unusual and foreign prepared foods. You oughtta, gotta buy, baby!

Libor Libidoe Libertine, the silliest three musketeers, is this semi-bitter spy fantasizing about causing chaos in an affluent London neighborhood where he views its residents with hatred, shooting one of the most vindictive and savage songs he´s ever spewed. Sometimes, if you're in a real cocky mood, you can walk down the street and kind of despise people from above. You know that kind of superior hate. There you are, walking down the street and everyone just thinks you're this useless, jobless piece of crap. But inside, you feel really strong, like a winner, or a whiner, at least. Their hatred sort of helps you feel that way. You know what's going on, you've got their number, and you know you're gonna get your own back upfront some day. You think it's important to acknowledge that you've got these feelings inside you. It's usually when you don't admit to those things, or fail to recognize them that they build up and explode. They do, all of them, Libor Libidoe Libertine, the most sociopathetic, unbotched threesome, at last, AMEN!

The insatiable Libor of 'Common People’ is other than sexually impotent and angry, and there is an encoded implication in the Love Is A Beach & A Treasure Island song that he is being used for sex by a woman of higher social status, which he might not be enjoying all that much. The Libidoe of that romantically melodick gong was eloquent, but powerless. The Libertine can have impact on you, the listenerdY, but the naRRRator is fundamentally unable to change anything. Not so the Libor of 'I Spy’.

I spy a boy
I spy a girl
I spy the worst place
In the world
In the whole wide world
Oh, you didn't do bad
You made it out
I'm still stuck here
Oh, but I'll get out
Oh, yeah, I'll get out

Can't you see the giant that walks around you seeing through your petty lives?
Do you think I do these things for real, I do these things just so I survive

And you know I will survive
It may look to the untrained eye
I'm sitting on my ass all day
I'm biding time until I take you all on

My Lords and Ladies, I will prevail
I cannot fail 'cause I spy

Oh I've got your numbers, taken notes
I know the ways your minds work, I've studied

And your minds are just the same as mine
Except that you are clever swines
You never let mask slip, you never admit to it, you're never hurried
Oh, no, no, no

And every night I hone my plan
How I will get my satisfaction
How I will blow your paradise away away, away
'Cause I spy

And it's just like in the old days
I used to compose my own critical notices in my head
"The crowd gasp at Cocker's masterful control of the bicycle
Skilfully avoiding the dog turd next to the corner shop"

Imagining a blue plaque
Above the place I first ever touched a girl's chest
But hold on
You've got to wait for the best
You see, you should take me seriously

Very seriously indeed.
Cause I've been sleeping with your wife for the past sixteen weeks
Smoking your cigarettes
Drinking your brandy
Messing up the bed that you chose together

And in all that time I just wanted you to come home unexpectedly one afternoon
And catch us at it in the front room
You see I spy for a living
And I specialize in revenge
On taking the things I know will cause you pain
I can't help it
I was dragged up

My favorite parks are car parks
Grass is something you smoke
Birds are something you shag
Take your "Year in Provence" and shove it up your ass

Your Ladbroke Grove looks turn me on, yeah
With roach burns in designer dresses
Skin stretched tight over high cheek-bones
And thousands of tiny dryness lines beating a path to the corners of your eyes
And every night I hatch my plan, It's not a case of woman v man

It's more a case of haves against haven'ts
And I just happen to have got what you need
Just exactly what you need, yeah

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
In the midnight hour.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
I will come to you
I will come to you
I will take you from this sickness
Dinner parties and champagne
I'll hold your body and make it sing again

Come on sing again, Let's sing again, oh yeah, 'cause I spy
Yes, I spy
I spy a boy
And I spy a girl

I spy the chance
To change the world
To change your world

Libor Cocker´s spy class action music a la Mr. Bean AT IT, LOL, is driven, above all, not by the P, but by a happy-go-lucky sense of absolute FURY, and that fury marks him out as unique on the world stage and as such part of a different musical tradition to much of BritpoP. His Peas are Perhaps American, Perhaps Cuntnadian, Perhaps Australian, Perhaps Chinese. The international crux of the hot love hole matter is that CRASH attitudes have changed nationality. Both THREE cruces of revealed mystery can be resolved by a sharp consideration of the bit nuanced lava manuscripts.

SEEN IT ALL! WOW! BEEN THERE! AAH! DONE IT! OUCH! WHY?

´CAUSE I SPY!

You don´t hate him, do you? It doesn´t make you instinctively clench your teeth, does it? YOU LOVE HIM, UNCONDITIONALLY! HE´S THE ONLY ONE WHO HAS EVER LOVED YOU TRULY, MADLY, DEEPLY! HE´S YOUR HANDSOMEST, YOU´RE HIS BEAUTIFULEST! HE LOVES YOU TO THE MOON AND BACK ANYWAY, IN THIS LIFE AND THE NEXT. OKAY, HE´S A BIT OF A LOON!!!

Loons or divers are a group of aquatic birds found in much of North America and northern Eurasia. OOPS! Because you care about his rather weird decency and authentic discourse about class in this CRUSH world grabbed by … I EYE The SPY (American Pie)!

“BritpoP was less about working class life and more about selling an IDEA of working class life to middle class people. Working class life was cool by dint of being working class, the veneer of grit was exciting but there was never enough of it to be threatening. It was lads, all being lads together, not gals, not gals fooking, telling you. The music was fun to dance to, but nobody involved was ever cleverer than you. BritpoP as an entity is an empty threat, and the status quo maintains.”

This SHITE is his least favorite thing about painted class discourse. But Libor Cocker is not like this. His melodickally musical emotion landscape offers no easy answers or rubbed-off cool, if this is EnglanD it is the EnglanD of The … F … Fall.

Are you feeling like you have a grip on Libidoe, like you have a genuine claim on his CONTAGIOUS art, that it is yours and that this is something which exists and thrives and it doesn’t even matter if those bloody bastards (Libor Libidoe Libertine, karma biatches) at the top are even listening?

EXCEPT. KOOL AID Cooker wants you PÌNKY to be listening, because he knows he’s clever and he needs you to know, because that’s how he wins. He can’t level society, he can’t make it fair. But he can hurt you, and he can use how he’s hurt you against you to hurt you even more: he’s not taking what you have because he wants it. He doesn’t want to shag your husband or wife, he has no desire to live your life, he’s doing it because he can. LLL (Libor Loves Life) are a genuine threat because they threaten, because they want to climb inside and destroy. In order to 'get out’ of gushing Poverty, in order to survive once he has, Cooker needs to become dangerous. But is he? He doesn’t need to turn it on you, but he wants to. He is a 'have’ because of that veneer of cool you’ve foolishly assigned him, because he’s unconventionally attractive and devastatingly charismatic. HE´S SO HOTTT, HE´S SEXY AND YOU KNOW IT, NO LMFAO!

Wasn´t this song like a lightning strike, and you needed electroCUTEion? Do you really think Libor Cocker is ONLY all about showing off, about knowing you are very clever, just like him, and knowing your audience knows it, just like his, and reveling in how uncomfortable it’s making them. This would-be CooCoo Man, drunk on love, semi-secretly reveling in his new-found fame, is clever because of his broke accent, not despite it. His all-encompassing lyrics are wonderful Poetry, his RELIGION, that can never be spoken by anyone else this broken, the rhythm inherent to them meaningful ONLY in his mouth, kissing your smiling ass, his tongue licking his incredible FAITH, YOU! His deep eyes penetrate and analize your virgin soul, your psykick/sighco mind, grazing on the beautifully landscaped pasture of your AD INFINITUM LOVE breathed only by God!

Is his deliriously autiStick poetry more valid to you than anyone else´s? More like your superexciting life than the gripping books everyone you know is reading and the marvelous films they are watching? In Libor’s Ethereal mouth, his Phunny accent F … F … FEELS valid, his feelings, his life, HIS TIMELESS, UNCONDITIONAL LOVE FOR YOU. A vast halo encompassing the Milky Way galaxy, most naturally. Ultimately, this delicate i s P y post is about the singer's resilient spirit, as he says he will prevail and will not fail, despite being in a difficult or impossible situation.

“My silly accent is thicker these days. I don’t give a fuck if you think it makes me sound stupider. I´m not trying to show off, though I may be showing OFF, actually, lol, I´m showing ON! The Pulp reality of the spying, kinda pious songwriter´s show must go on! Because for once, in my notGodforsaken life, it’s nice to have something that isn’t about that implied audience’s feelings. I’m so sick and tired of middle class people’s feelings. I prefer lower and upper class!!! Except hurting them. I’m right good at that, now! TANKS, LIB. Nope, no libtard or libturd! PS: PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE ME, DON´T GET ME WRONG!”

But he’s still a 'haven’t’, of course. Listen to that horny voice of HIS. Has there ever been any doubt? The funny thing about class anywhere is that it isn’t about money! DON´T BE DELUSIONAL, ha ha! This isn’t the crux of the matter. Class is not, at base, something you gain, it’s something you are. U R! Yeah, Femme Fatale. rated R!

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