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| 3:18 | 
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When I got back home I found a message on the door
Sweet Regina's gone to China crosslegged on the floor Of a burning jet that's smoothly flying Burning airlines give you so much more How does she intend to live when she's in far Cathay I somehow can't imagine her just planting rice all day Maybe she will do a bit of spying With microcameras hidden in her hair I guess Regina's on a plane a Newsweek on her knees While miles below the curlews call from strangely stunted trees The painted sage sits just as though he's flying Regina's jet disturbs his wispy beard. When you reach Kyoto send a postcard if you can And please convey my fond regards to Chih-Hao's girl Yu-Lan I heard a rumour they were getting married But someone left the papers in Japan. Left them in Japan. |
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| 2. |
| 5:16 |
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These are your orders, seems like it's do it or die
So please read them closely When you've learnt them be sure that you eat them up They're specially flavoured with burgundy, Tizer and rye Twelve sheets of foolscap, don't ask me why. We hit the jungle just as it starts to monsoon Our maps showed no rainfall All the boys were depressed by this circumstance Trust in the weather to bless agricultural man Who gives birth to more farmhands, don't ask me why. Fifteen was chosen because he was dumb Seven because he was blind I got the job because I was so mean While somehow appearing so kind Drifting about through the cauliflower trees With a cauliflower ear for the birds The Squadron assembled what senses they had And this is the sound that they heard Back at headquarters khaki decisions are made File under 'Futile', that should give you its main point of reference It's all so confusing, what with pythons and then deadly flies But to them it's a picnic, don't ask me why. Thirteen was chosen because of his luck Eleven because of his feet One got signed up for exceptional pluck Another because he was mute Roaming about through the gelatin swamps With a gelatin eye on the stripes The Squadron assembled what senses they had And this is the sound that they heard Back in Blighty there was you There were milkmen every morning But/Fuck these endless shiny trees Never used to be that way. |
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| 3. |
| 5:06 |
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Well, I rang up Pantucci,
Spoke to Lu-chi, I gave them all They needed to know. If affairs are proceeding As we're expecting, Soon enough the weak spots will show. I assume you understand that we have options on your time, And will ditch you in the harbour if we must: But if it all works out nicely, You'll get the bonus you deserve From doctors we trust. The Fat Lady of Limbourg Looked at the samples that we sent And furrowed her brow. You would never believe that She'd tasted royalty and fame If you saw her now. But her sense of taste is such that she'll distinguish with her tongue The subtleties a spectrograph would miss, And announce her decision, While demanding her reward: The jellyfish kiss. Now we checked out this duck quack Who laid a big egg, oh so black It shone just like gold. And the kids from the city, Finding it pretty, took it home, And there it was sold. It was changing hands for weeks till someone left it by their fire And it melted to a puddle on the floor: For it was only a candle, a Roman scandal oh oh oh, Now it's a pool. That's what we're paid for That's what we're paid for That's what we're paid for here. |
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| 4. |
| 5:46 |
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I can think of nowhere I would rather be
Reading morning papers, drinking morning tea: She clutches the tray And then we talk just like a kitchen sink play Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Living so close to danger, Even your friends are strangers Don't count upon their company. This is for the fingers, This is for the nails: Hidden in the kitchen, Right behind the scales. What do I care? I'm wasting fingers like I had them to spare, Plugging holes in the Zuider Zee. Punishing Paul for Peter, Don't ever trust those meters What you believe is what you see. In my town, there is a raincoat under a tree. In the sky, there is a cloud containing the sea. In the sea, there is a whale without any eyes. In the whale, there is a man without his raincoat. In another country, with another name Maybe things are different, maybe they're the same. Back on the trail, The seven soldiers read the papers and mail But the news, it doesn't change. Swinging about through creepers, Parachutes caught on steeples Heroes are born, but heroes die. Just a few days, a little practice and some holiday pay, We're all sure you'll make the grade. Mother of God, if you care, We're on a train to nowhere Please put a cross upon our eyes. Take me - I'm nearly ready, you can take me To the raincoat in the sky. Take me - my little pastry mother take me There's a pie shop in the sky. |
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| 5. |
| 5:11 |
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Monica sighed
Rolled on her side She was so impressed that she just surrendered She was moved by his wheels She was just up from Wales He was fueled by her coals and he was coming to catch her Lose the sense of time Nail down the blinds And in the succulent dark there's a sense of ending Joking aside The mechanical bride Has fallen prey to the Great Pretender. Let me just point out discreetly Though you never learn All those tawdry late night weepies I could make you weep more cheaply As the empty moon enamels Monica with spoons and candles Bangs around without the light on Furniture to get it right on Settled in a homely fish pool Hung with little eels Often thinks that travel widens 'Stay at home, the trout obliges' Monica sighed Rolled on to her side She was so impressed that she just surrendered. |
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| 6. |
| 4:50 |
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There are tins
There was pork There are legs There are sharks There was John There are cliffs There was mother There's a poker There was you Then there was you There are scenes There are blues There are boots There are shoes There are Turks There are fools They're in lockers They're in schools There in you Then there was you Burn my fingers Burn my toes Burn my uncle Burn his books Burn his shoes Cook the leather Put it on me Does it fit me Or you? It looks tight on you |
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| 7. |
| 3:26 |
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Put a straw under baby
Your good deed for the day Put a straw under baby Keep the splinters away. Let the corridors echo As the dark places grow Hear Superior's footsteps On the landing below. There's a place in the orchard Where no one dare go The last nun who went there Turned into a crow. Turned into a crow-crow Turned into a crow The last nun who went there Turned into a crow. There's a brain in the table There's a heart in the chair And they all live in Jesus It's a family affair. |
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| 8. |
| 5:12 |
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We are the 801
We are the central shaft And we are here to let you take advantage Of our lack of craft Certain streets have certain corners Sooner or later we'll turn your. We are the 801 We are the central shaft And thus throughout two years we've crossed the ocean In our little craft (row, row, row) Now we're on the telephone Making final arrangements (ding, ding) We are the 801 We are the central shaft Looking for a certain ratio Someone must have left it underneath the carpet Looking up and down the radio Oh, oh, nothing there this time Looking for a certain ratio Someone said they saw it parking in a car lot Looking up and down the radio Oh, oh, nothing there this time Going back down to the rodeo Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, here we go! We are the table the captain's table let's get it understood Let's get it understood We are the losers we are the cruisers let's get it understood Let's get it understood We are the diners the final diners let's get it understood Let's get it understood Most of us are tinkers, some of us tailors And we've got candlesticks and lots of cocktail sticks We saw the lovers the modern lovers and they looked very good They looked as if they could We are the neighbours the nosy neighbours we think just like you would We think just like you should. |
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| 9. |
| 4:45 |
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In the haze of the morning, China sits on Eternity
And the opium farmers sell dreams to obscure fraternities On the horizon the curtains are closing Down in the orchard the aunties and uncles play their games (like it seems they always have done) In the blue distance the vertical offices bear their names (like it seems they always have done) Clocks ticking slowly, dividing the day up These poor girls are such fun they know what God gave them fingers for (to make percussion over solos) China my China, I've wandered around and you're still here (which I guess you should be proud of) Your walls have enclosed you, have kept you at home for thousands of years (but there's something I should tell you) All the young boys are dressing like sailors I remember a man who jumped out from a window over the bay (there was hardly a raised eyebrow) The coroner told me 'This kind of thing happens every day' You see, from a pagoda, the world is so tidy. |
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| 10. |
| 5:33 |
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We climbed and we climbed,
Oh, how we climbed My, how we climbed Over the stars to (the) top (Of) Tiger Mountain Forcing the lines through the snow. |
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