Impression Of J. Temperance

(album: Grotesque (After The Gramme) - 1980)

Hate wide for dog breeder
In the town of her thoughts
Never seen dog breeder
This is the tale of his replica

Name was J. Temperance
Only two did not hate him
Because peasants fear local indifference
Pet shop and the vet, Cameron

One night vet is called out
From his overpaid leisure
To Temperance household, their limit ran out
And phoned his wife in terror

The next bit is hard to relate
(There are no read-outs to this part of the track)
The new born thing hard to describe
Like a rat that's been trapped inside
A warehouse face, near a city tide

Brown sockets, purple eyes
A bed with rubbish from disposal barges
Brown uncovered no changeling
As the birth was witnessed
Only one person could do this:

Yes, it's Cameron
And the thing was in the impression of J. Temperance

This hideous replica...