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| 3:58 |
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| 9:13 | 
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You look different every time you come
From the foam-crested brine Your skin shining softly in the moonlight Partly fish, partly porpoise, partly baby sperm whale Am I yours? Are you mine to play with? Joking apart - when you're drunk you're terrific when you're drunk I like you mostly late at night you're quite alright But I can't understand the different you in the morning When it's time to play at being human for a while please smile! You'll be different in the spring, I know You're a seasonal beast like the starfish that drift in with the tide So until your blood runs to meet the next full moon You're madness fits in nicely with my own Your lunacy fits neatly with my own, my very own We're not alone |
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| 4:38 |
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Seaweed tangled in our home from home
Reminds me of your rocky bottom Please don't wait for the paperweight Err on the good side Touch us when we collapse Into the water we'll go head over heel We'll not grow fat Inside the mammary gland Seaweed tangled in our home from home Reminds me of your rocky bottom Please don't wait for the paperweight Err on the good side Touch us when we collapse Into the water we'll go head over heel A head behind me Buried deep in the sand ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By WYATT <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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| 6:42 |
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Orlan don't tell me, oh no
Don't say oh God Don't tell me oh dear me Heaven's above oh no I can't stand it Stop Please oh deary me What in heaven's name? Oh blimey mercy me Woe are we oh dear Oh stop it Stop it You've been so kind I know I know So why did I hurt you? I didn't mean to hurt you But I'll keep trying And I'm sure you will too I want it I want it I want it give it to me I give it you back when I finish the lunchtea I lie in the road try to trip up the passing cars Yes me and the hedgehog We bursting the tyres all day As we roll down the highway towards the setting sun |
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| 4:28 |
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Not nit not nit no not
Nit nit folly bololey Alifi my larder Alifi my larder I can't forsake you or Forsqueak you Alifi my larder Alifi my larder Confiscate or make you Late you you Alifi my larder Alifi my larder Not nit not nit no not Nit nit folly bololy Burlybunch, the water mole Hellyplop and fingerhole Not a wossit bundy, see ? For jangle and bojangle Trip trip Pip pippy pippy pip pip landerim Alifi my larder Alifi my larder I'm not your larder, jammy jars and mustard. I'm not your dinner, you soppy old custard. And what's a bololey when it's a folly? I'm not your larder, I'm your dear little dolly. But when plops get too helly I'll fill up your belly. I'm not your larder, I'm Alife your guarder. |
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| 6:25 |
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Not nit not nit no not
Nit nit folly bololey Alifi my larder Alifi my larder I can't forsake you or Forsqueak you Alifi my larder Alifi my larder Confiscate or make you Late you you Alifi my larder Alifi my larder Not nit not nit no not Nit nit folly bololy Burlybunch, the water mole Hellyplop and fingerhole Not a wossit bundy, see ? For jangle and bojangle Trip trip Pip pippy pippy pip pip landerim Alifi my larder Alifi my larder |
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| 9. |
| 5:26 |
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| 4:23 |
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| 11. |
| 4:43 |
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| 12. |
| 3:19 |
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Is it worth it?
A new winter coat and shoes for the wife And a bycicle on the boy's birthday It's just a rumour that was spread around town By the women and children Soon we'll be shipbuilding Well I ask you The boy said Dad they're going to take me to task But I'll back by Christmas It's just a rumour that was spread around town Somebody said that someone got filled in For saying that people that killed in The result of the shipbuilding With all the will in the world Diving for dear life When we could be diving for pearls It's just a rumour that was spread around town A telegram or a picture postcard Within weeks they'll be re-opening the shipyard And notifying the next of kin once again It's all we're skilled in We will be shipbuilding With all the will in the world Diving for dear life When we could be diving for pearls ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By MILLER <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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| 6:12 |
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In the garden of England dead moles lie inside their holes
The dead-end tunnels crumble in the rain underfoot Innit a shame? Can't you see them? Can't you see them? Roots can't hold them Bugs console them I fight with the handle of my little brown broom I pull out the wires of the telephone I hurt in the head and I hurt in the acting bone Now I smash up the telly with remains of the broken phone I fighting for the crust of the little brown loaf I want it I want it I want it give it to me (I give it you back when I finish the lunchtea) I lie in the road try to trip up the passing cars Yes me and the hedgehog We bursting the tyres all day As we roll down the highway towards the setting sun I reflect on the life of the Highwayman yum yum Now I smash up the telly and what's left of The broken phone |
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