1. |
Glynt
03:38
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A big rubber penis.
Vulgaris extremis.
Took off with Venus.
You should've seen us.
Flew to Reno.
Incognito.
Blew that casino.
And those stinking latinos.
The church walls.
Echoed our footfalls.
Heard the catcalls.
Those devious rascals.
Crooked policeman.
Hit me for no reason.
Got killed with his own gun.
Should'nt have had one.
At the rape trial.
So juvenile.
Look at me! I'm swinging through the air.
From a shining chandelieor.
In my green tights.
What a sword fight,then Basil Rathbone dies.
I'm jumping from tree to tree.
Got the whole world looking at me.
Dazzling eyes,killer smile.
Then Olivid de Havilland sighs.
Our man in Havana.
With the cane and bandana.
Orders vodka for breakfast.
For him and his young trust.
Sailed for Jamaica.
With a dose of malaria.
Cocaine.
Young boys.
Such wicked,wicked ways.
What an adventure.
In just half a century.
Take them ten years.
To write my obituary.
Heaven or hell.
Who can tell.
Is it him or saint Peter.
Who's there to greet ye'.
At the rape trial.
So juvenile.
Look at me........
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2. |
A Letter
03:24
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She wrote a letter.
Said she was feeling down.
She crossed that river.
Very nearly drowned.
Curtain came down.
She went on to explain.
So many lives.
Don't know what to do with their pain.
So she is left to rue the day.
In between words.
There was everything she wished to say.
Her broken dreams.
Spread across the page.
For every sorrowful word.
There were tears of rage.
Petty dollhouse tyranny.
So cruelly exposed.
You get what you deserve.
In the end I suppose.
And so she is left to rue the day.
In between words.
There was everything she wished to say
All of her lessons.
Nothing has been learned.
For the rest of her days.
More chances are spurned.
So we are left to rue the day.
In between words.
There was everything we wished to say.
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3. |
Object No. 12
02:23
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What will she do.
Been living in a shoe.
Got hungry mouths to feed.
Oh how my heart bleeds.
She used to be a standout.
Now she's grovelling for handouts.
Alone parent career.
Has her bored to tears.
She makes a lot of noise now.
For to look hard for the boys now.
A drum roll for every moment.
She's getting prettily desperate.
And I want to control her.
I'd like to console her.
Tell her when she's older.
She won't be as cold, yeah.
What can she do.
Pyjamas pink and blue.
Like Cruella de Ville.
She's as bitter as a pill.
She makes a lot of noise now.
To look hard for the boys now.
A drum roll for every moment.
Getting prettily desperate.
She used to be a looker.
Til those babies took her.
To a life mundane.
Can't escape these chains.
When she gets cynical.
She's so unreasonable.
As restless as dry leaves.
Can I have my money now please.?
And I want to control her.
I'd like to console her.
Tell her when she's older.
She won't be as cold ,yeah.
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4. |
I Can Live With That
05:07
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If I don't love you anymore.
I'm a drowned sailor washed ashore.
Take me by the leash.
Kick me in the teeth.
Throw me out the door.
With no ill- word.
In due accord I shall fall on my sword.
If I can't touch you again.
I'm back where I began.
Picture me flickering briefly.
Like I'm hardly there.
Send me to the mortuary.
Torture me endlessly.
I don't care.
A lifetime in purgatory.
I can live with that.
A convict in solitary.
I can live with that.
We'll both die.
I can live with that.
Maim me , blame me,brand me and stain me.
Distend me,bend me,double me and send me.
I can live with that.
If I can't trust you to call my name.
I'm crashing.
Shot down in flames.
Put my face on your dartboard.
Lifesize cut-out of cardboard.
I suppose.
So my days are numbered.
Live the life of the undead.
No skin off my nose.
A lifetime......
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5. |
Molly
02:01
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Molly get your broom clean up the masters bedroom.
Molly get your broom,he'll be home right soon.
He needs to have you ready and able.
Beneath silk sheets,laid like a table.
Through servants quarters he slips right in.
But he'll leave you holding the bastard sin.
Molly get your knife,cut off the masters manhood.
Molly get your knife bleed him of his blue blood.
We see you run and run away.
Through moor and bog and night and day.
He promised you again and again.
He left you holding the bastard sin.
Molly get your neck ready for the hangman.
Molly get your neck,sing a sad lament.
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6. |
Stormy Weather
04:05
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You're dripping with the milk of human kindness.
A flower in bloom, your majesty.Your highness.
I've got you right here.
You're the smoke that brings me to tears.
As the rock I cling to keeps getting wetter.
You're the sun in stormy weather.
A forty year career devoid of any common sense.
Can all be summed up with a near death experience.
A rope around my neck, shackles on my feet.
You are a victory.You are a glorious defeat.
I've got you to beat me senseless.
I'll protect you when I'm defenceless.
You could knock me down with a ton of feathers.
You're the sun in stormy weather.
Clouds are gathering.
Leaves flying off the trees
I listen to my heart.
The truth no-one else believes.
A love that sails the seven seas and a million oceans.
I pretend I know.I have'nt a clue.Have'nt a notion.
I've got you to shrink my head.
I've got you to throw me out of my bed.
When things for me just could'nt get any better.
You're the sun in stormy weather.
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7. |
Birds In My Garden
03:34
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Birds in my garden.
Sucking up worms.
Swallow and starling.
Picking my crumb.
Wish I wish I could run away.
Like the spoon and the dish on that fateful day.
Birds in my garden.
Sing to each other.
Robins and blackbirds.
Flap and flutter.
An innocent mind in a cage.
Puts all of heaven in a rage.
The birds that fly.
They know why.
It's such an endless sky.
Birds in my garden.
Driven with a purpose.
A black- eyed raven.
Pecking at corpses.
A fragile hope clings to me.
I'll spread my wings , I will be free.
Birds in my garden.
Eternal strivers.
Crows and magpies.
Search for survivors.
The birds that fly .
They know why.
It's such an endless sky.
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8. |
Little Men Dub
05:53
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Out in the fields.
They're suppin' alcohol.
Little boys and girls.
I can see them all.
Sun is shining.
The folks are away.
There's no cat.
You can see the mice play.
Little men and little ladies.
Look so happy.
Just like dogs with rabies.
Little men and little ladies.
Can't wait to be big men.
Women with babies.
So this is what it is.
To be so young and free.
Before being locked in chains.
Of responsibility.
When do you sit down.
Wave innocence goodbye.
You knock back another.
Watch life pass you by.
Little men.........
There's no retrospect.
Looking through bloodshot eyes.
Some words of wisdom right now.
Would'nt be too wise.
These youthful criminals.
Who've never commited a crime.
But there's plenty of beer.
And there's plenty of time.
Little men......
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9. |
The Strangest Places
04:02
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Walked into a black day.
Nothing to push me on.
Those determined angry expressions.
Formed the rocks I would later be dashed upon.
You turn up in the strangest places.
At the strangest times.
Your words got so many faces.
Mis-directional signs.
Twisted wrecks, broken necks.
Flashing blue lights. Fatalities.
I crawled on by looked vaguely shy.
Thank the stars the moment was siezed.
So I danced into the wee small hours.
Tripped my way out the other side.
Believed I was king of the world.
But it turned into such a short lived ride.
You turn up in the strangest places....
Bright shining new.
An inspirational cue.
It came flying through.
As the 747 cut the clear blue sky in two.
On my favourite seat.
With your holy book against my breast.
I am but a leaf on a tree in an endless,endless forest.
You turn up........
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10. |
Don't Get Left Behind
05:56
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Who do you want to be.
Just can't make your mind up.
You claim you speak honestly.
It's got to be a wind up.
Don't you know that war is over.
You stay in the shadows just in case.
Stuck in the trenches, an unknown soldier.
No battles to fight.
No enemies to face.
Don't get left,no don't get left behind.
Got to stay with the times.
We must remember to forget.
That was oh so long ago.
Dismiss all anger and regret.
Unlearn what we all know.
Don't you know.....
Who are you today my chameleon like brother?
Don't get left,no don't get leftbehind.
Got to stay with the times.
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