Middle Mass | A song by The Fall, 1981
The Fall at St. Helens Technical College, February 1981
The evil is not in extremes
It’s in the aftermath
The middle mass
After the fact
Vulturous in the aftermath
Summer close season
A quiet dope and cider man
But during the season
Hard drugs and cider mates
The boy is like a tape loop
The boy is like a uh-uh
Not much contact
Drinking, the men wait
They are set at nought
Cause cripple state’s a holy state
Cause cripple state’s a holy state
The Wehrmacht never got in here
The Wehrmacht never got in here
The Wehrmacht never got in here
The Wehrmacht never got in here
Though it took us six years
The Wehrmacht never got in here
The Wehrmacht never got in here
The Wehrmacht never got in here
The worm never got in here
And living here you whisper, bub
And living here you whisper, bub!
This boy is like a tape loop
And he has soft mitts
And he’s the last domain
Of a very very black room brain
He learned a word today
The word’s misanthropy
And he’s running to and from
The cats from tin pan alley
And he’s running with and from
The cats from the alleys of tin pan
And he’s going down the alley
Take the cats from the alleys of tin pan
The alley’s full of cats from tin pan
The middle mass
The middle mass, vulturous in the aftermath
It’s the back room brain
His motive: revenge
The Fall – Middle Mass – 1981
The Fall – Middle Mass – Peel Session – 24 March 1981
“Even more than Grotesque 1980, Slates e.p. manages to skirt
the boundaries of demented Northern rockabilly, experimental
rock, and avant garde, but despite that manages to be insanely
poppy”
Dave Simpson, The Fallen, 2008
The Fall, Slates e.p., 1981
