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Seas The Streets!
02:05
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There is no beach
Like a long beach with all its shells
There is no flag
Like a white flag with all its
Cells reproducing
Gimmicks abound
All ourselves we begin to fly
In the seas, the streets, the sky
We believe in the beat
We are soft underneath
We are what we are when we smile
All points point to
The night with fat and rattles
There is no soap
Or hope at all despite our
Cells reproducing
Gimmicks abound
All ourselves we begin to fly
In the seas, the streets, the sky
We believe in the beat
We are soft underneath
We are what we are when we smile
The Seas!
The Streets!
The Skies!
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January starts with a jigsaw part
In my breast and my liver and my heart
So I paddle in the charms
I surveyed my old plot
And decided that it was about time the beans came out,
Dirty grin,
But at least it was 'A Thing'
In my flux and my kidney and my orbs
There are patterns as pretty as a a port,
I apologise in Morse-
Code words,
The rest is overheard,
Birds are nesting in my chest
Anguish, languish inner anxious
An amateur at best best!
December ends with a 'Gung-Ho!' sung
By my humors, my vapours and my lungs,
I remember when they youngs...
I planned revenge
I cut my fingernails
I am a ham!
Anguish, languish inner anxious
An amateur at best best!
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3. |
My Mind Is A Pilgrim
02:05
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When the west kisses you
Best count your teeth
Its Blasted and Blessed
And not yet half-dressed
The west is a number
A small one at that
Its wearing my hat
So unless I
Push a stick into the ground
and walk along its shadow
My mind is a pilgrim
and I'm cheating the vulgar gamble of voting
This last century
Holds no water for me
A blunderbuss booming out bilious facts
I pay my tax
And I want it back
I want it back
I want it back
I want to
Push a stick into the ground
And walk along its shadow
My mind is a pilgrim
and I'm cheating the vulgar gamble of voting
This last century.
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4. |
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Where you are there arises a place
Where you are there arises a place
Where you are there arises a place
Where you are there arises a place
The signs are there
Clarity's where
We learn to care that
Where you are there arises a place
Where you are there arises a place
Where you are there arises a place
Where you are there arises a place
The signs say so
Creation flows
And when you knows that
Where you are there arises a place
Where you are there arises a place
Where you are there arises a place
Where you are there arises a place
The point is this
KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS!
A roll of honour
For this isle of ill omen
At last
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I wobble wildly
In the light of the fridge again again
I imagine the return of the normal child
Who stood still and sang
Shang a Laing a Laing a Laing!
Shang a Laing a Laing a Laing!
Heck Heck, Hang it all!
Heck Heck, Hang it all!
I wander widely
As I do the levitate again again
I imagine the return of the upstart child
Who stood still and sang…
Shang a Laing a Laing a Laing!
Shang a Laing a Laing a Laing!
Heck Heck, Hang it all!
Heck Heck, Hang it all!
As Matthew saw the masters ugliness
He was afraid
That his mind was on parade
English and unmade..
So says the effeminate lout within
I imagine applying flying ointment
Can you?
I can…
Shang a Laing a Laing a Laing!
Shang a Laing a Laing a Laing!
Heck Heck, Hang it all!
Heck Heck, Hang it all!
As Matthew saw the masters ugliness
He was afraid
That his mind was on parade
English and unmade..
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6. |
Edward The Fecund
02:04
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Give us some good news
Edward got none
They do not that do
Slow village cackle
Though he was
Though he was
Don't forget not the
Deeds in what was
His brain done sworn in
Sliffery drainage
All at once
All at once
Many worlds he made
Many maids he whirled
Many worlds he made
Many maids he whirled
All at once
All at once
A bra,
Cad,
A bra
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Hello is a good lie to learn first
So the cover-up can begin to do its work
An early pantomime
And all the traps of time
Have held me back
This life that I have led
Me to this place
Has held me back
Held me back
History is where I hid the bodies
Of all hope and dreaming
Child alive!
Or so it seems
I’ve had no dreams for years
Oh, am I that kind of flower?
Goodbye is a bully that won’t leave
Me alone with my ‘Burn the buildings down’
This life that I have led
Me to this place it has
Held me back
An early pantomime
And all the traps of time
Have held me back
Held me back
Here it is
A special war number
All the riches go to the conjuror
Now I know
All cops are bastards
Do your worst
Its not the first time in my life
Staring at a chair leg
Its boring
Hey lets go burn down all our
History is where I hid the bodies
Of all hope and dreaming
Child alive!
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8. |
Old Fruit
02:30
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Bring old fruit
And beg pardons
In unfortunate gardens
And eat for forever and a
Day and night means nowt to me anymore
Sing old songs
Surrounded by
A glove of winter sky
And sigh for forever and a
Day and night means nowt to me anymore...
String old fruit
Around the pole
Take it to the crossroads
And dance for forever and a day
Or you'll eat gruel for forever in a way
Weigh your head, your name is not on the lid anymore...
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9. |
The Phantomist
03:11
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Poring over papers
I am unable to accept this truth
Lawyers love the maze that
I have unfortunately
Brought forth
Once more
Praying despite doubts
It does not change the fact that
I saw
The maw
Of death
I smelt
Its breath is the reason I'm a Phantomist
And my body is
Mangled
Pouring one a cuppa
That is one of the things that
I miss
Stepping over dead men
It may sound slightly crass but
At least
I can
Still smoke
And hope
That nobody knows that I'm a Phantomist
And my body is
Mangled
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10. |
The Buttered End
02:17
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If you're worried about little anythings
If you've ever been an animal an animal
The goat is quite ready
The thing is...
Wading around in sweepings allows
A certain mood to sink in, alas we
Forgo the bombs and try to fit in,
Whats this, a tin englishman already?
If You're worried about little anythings
If You've tinkered around with the buttered end
The goat is quite ready
The thing is...
Wading around in sweepings allows
A certain mood to sink in, alas we
Forgo the bombs and try to fit in,
Whats this, a tin englishman already?
All of these curses causing me troubles
All of these wurzels giving me evils
And/or the difficulty of heroes and of the buttered end
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