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Drinking Song
02:56
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Lick the spoon and lick the bowl
Let's get fat and let's get old
Drink yourself into the ground
And if you wanna take a lover take ten and then you won't be let down
Cry until the oceans burst
Tell me, have you done your worst?
Laugh, with all the mirth of sin
'Cause you'll be happy as a shooting star and equally as fated to burn
Let's get dirty, let's go dancing
They'll take pills, I'll take romancing
Don't you hang your head today
Because they've always, always, always got something, something, something to say.
It really is unfortunate
I feel I have to drink a lot
To hold a conversation
With a person that I like a lot
I was a teenage pregnancy
I haven't cleaned since I gave up speed
And even then, I never did it properly
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Medication
03:39
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Today my head was pretty heavy
And I saw Jesus in the rooftop
He was all swinging from the rafters
Nobody told him that he could stop.
La la la.
In a minute there was laughter
And all their grins lit up their toothless smiles
The radio men in the airwaves
Creep under doors and onto your dial.
La la la.
This is a sticky situation
And I hate all the games you're playing
Why don't you take your medication?
There's nothing quite like medication.
La la la.
Lying in my bath I see the red blood drip
Through the cracks in the walls
The holly and the ivy and the poisonous fruit
Creep up from my toes
And every now and then I close my eyes
And see your face again
And every now and then I close my eyes
And it's just black again.
I was wandering like a gypsy
Maybe we were slightly tipsy
I don't know
But cigarettes and paper squares
Remember me to the ones I can't forget
They love you longtime, love you lipsick
Sucked in you nutcrack need my head read
At least if words go into orbit
We won't be wasting them here instead.
La la la.
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3. |
Three Little Devils
03:30
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We look alive
But daren't wake from slumber
Lego-land lives
The bricks that drag us under
Oh, oh, oh, freedom.
Walls creep in
Such silent sounds they're making
Clock's ticking
And time is for the taking
Oh, oh, oh, freedom.
Oh lord I try
So hard just to be free
Send your moon and your stars and your planets
To rain down on me
But the moon is in its houses
And the stars are in the sky
The rain is in the rain clouds
And the planets are in some stargazer's telescope
I hope I will not be
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom.
Look up high
Such silver webs they're weaving
'Cross the falling sky
Three little devils thieving
Oh, oh, oh, freedom.
Devil's got loving
Devil's got freedom
Devil's going downtown
Devil's taking me down.
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4. |
Pink Nightmare No. 9
03:55
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Nothing ever seems real in the rain
When you sang yourself to outer space
I would look in, from my place outside the window
Fairies can dream of dance that can't exist
You lost all your limbs while I was sleeping
And your silver blood shone like the night
Touch my head, and we'll both wake up with a fever
How else will you know what it's like to think aboutcha?
Fairies make things real that can't exist
So I never thought that we'd end up like this
When we kiss you it's because we love you
Not just because we want another piece of you
Fractured trees hang restless in the sky
In a night where streetlights hid the moon from our eyes
The universe fades til the dust has no reflection
But I am still here, oh lord I'm still sitting here
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5. |
Monkey and Tiger
02:47
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I am the monkey, you are the tiger
I am the bird, you're the bird-eating spider
But I'm so hungry for your love
You are the feline, I am the rodent
You;re in the distance and I'm in the moment
But I'm so hungry for your love
One, two, three
We're as happy as can be
When we can run away
Did you see the morning star
Was it buried in your heart
While you were dreaming, not sleeping
I am the goldfish, you are the housecat
You are the bones, and I am the flesh but
I'm so hungry for your love
Cat ate the mouse without any warning
We're lovers by night and strangers by morning
But I'm so hungry for your love
One, two, three
We're as happy as can be when we can run away
Did you see the morning star
Was it buried in your heart
While you were dreaming, dreaming
Oh, it was all so real
But my hands were shaking
I, I, I, I can't escape you
Or maybe I just don't want to
You are the hunter, I am your kill
I'm faint and I'm dizzy and I'm feeling ill
But I'm so hungry for your love
Oh fill me up with all of your loving
Baby, can't you see I'm starving
I'm so hungry for your love
One, two, three
Are you going to capture me
Or let me fly away
Did you hold a shooting star
Did it leave you with a scar
Did it burn?
Or did it heal you?
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6. |
Quick Brown Foxes
03:24
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A train set and a cowboy suit
Excalibur and magic flute
Adventures on a viking boat
Secret agent's old trench coat
The unicorns and centaurs
Were led down the hollow corridors
And put to work the crusted fields
And grazed down by a dusty shore
In uniform he would proudly stand
Once leader of the marching band
Now media creator
Of sounds for elevators
Curiosity, pure desire
Rain down upon the forest fire
And they couldn't take the chances
Or entertain romances
So you put them into boxes
With the quick brown foxes
From blocks of wood and tin and stones
The challenge of the knucklebones
Hi ho, hi ho it's off to work we go
No time to dwell on great unknowns
And dreamers and weavers and fire eaters
Are huxters and hawkers and midnight walkers
Trawling and scraping the residue
Of a lonely, distant, abandoned haiku.
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7. |
Here Come The Germans
03:12
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Here she comes with her box of magnets
Brass key clicking in the wooden front door
Another one's waiting in the bedroom
Dripping down her legs onto the hard wood floor
Days end as politeness thickens
The mice were freezing in the icebox
Waiting for the day when they would meet her snake
Her sweet, sweet voice would sing them all to sleep
Or else she said she'd drown 'em awake
Cat's got her tongue, now it's fall down drunk. Oh no.
Here come the Germans, 1-2-3!
Here come the Germans, they've been waiting for me
Oh I'd better run, better run here they come
Turn the telly on, turn the telly up
I think there's something happening inside the box
It's early in the morning and we're getting a warning
That there might be a war but then again there might not
Where were you and what were you doing that day?
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8. |
Henry's Lament
05:31
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I remember the occasions
Vascillating with the gods
As I rode upon the briny crest
And burned upon the cross
But now these days are empty
And there's no fare for hungry hearts
The sick and many wicked souls
Across the boards we'd creep
And even now the wolves and angels
Trample in my sleep
My hopes upon a wishbone
A shuffle and the fall of cards
In a glimpse I'm freed
To burn and to bleed
Take the bitter and the sweet
And throw away the keys
With a rustle and a crack
And the wind at my back
I'm following the zephyr from the
Blue to the black
Fold away the years
Going back into the day
With one eye and a leg gone west
I'd jump into the fray
Crying "Come on all ye tramps and hawkers
Anchors are aweigh, aweigh!"
Away with these afflictions
Curse the brace and walking frame
I'm a present from a yesterday
That's left out in the rain
A kingdom for my compass
And a vessel bound for glory days
I'm scratching my days on the hallowed walls
You can wash my sins from the killing floor
Nah nah nah...
Oh, rusty harps and mandolins
Caress this tainted seed
With starry, jangling lullabies
And nights that might have been
If I could take a brush
Then I would paint the skies of what I've seen
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9. |
The Bird in Your Hand
04:50
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Lift up your voice
Lift it up to the lord
Glory to God
To forgetting what's done
I ate the bread, drunk the wine
Oh, I'm fine
It's not your fault
And there is nothing wrong
It's just like a dream
I have now and then
When you sleep by the light of the moon,
My love
If I could mend
Your happiness
I'd creep like a cat
Curl up on your chest
Soldier, lay down the needles and
Smoke to rest
Ever you wake,
You burn through the night
As I fail under
Your heavenly light
Bright as the daybreak
And deep as the sea
You and me
He's got your eyes
Your beautiful eyes
The bird in your hand
The stars in your skies
Shine on, shine on forever
I'll hold you, I'll hold you
I'll make a wish upon you.
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Lily & King Melbourne, Australia
An acoustic junkyard - blissful, beautiful, dirty and wicked.
They play hot Dixieland punk dotted
with haunting seaside lullabies and street corner stomp. Their set sits somewhere between a captivating 40's nightclub routine and the raw, reckless spirit of New Orleans street buskers.
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