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from Burning Sounds - 20 Killer Power Pop Cuts! (2007)
Someone's knocking in the distance
But I'm deaf and blind She's not expected home this evening So I leave the world behind For the vanishing girl The vanishing girl Yes she'd give you a twirl But she vanishes from my world So burn my letters and you'd better leave Just one pint a day The whole street's talking about my White shirts looking so grey People gossip on the doorstep Think they know the score She's giving him the runaround The man from number four Has a vanishing girl A vanishing girl Yes she'd give you a twirl But she vanishes from my world Yes the paint is peeling and my Garden is overgrown I got no enthusiasm to even answer the phone When she's here it makes up for the time she's Not and it's all forgotten But when she goes I'm putting on the pose for The vanishing girl |
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from The Dukes Of Stratosphear - Chips From The Chocolate Fireball (2001)
Push me off to start the fun
On a bike ride to the moon Lots of room for everyone On a bike ride to the moon And we'll bring back cheese for my Auntie Jane And some magic moon dust that'll stop the rain On my poor Uncle Alfred's head, even though he stays in bed (silly Alfred) Why not bring a pot of tea On a bike ride to the moon Angel cake for you and me On a bike ride to the moon And we'll pack a tent 'case it's cold at night And I'll share your sleeping bag if I might And might be a positive boon To protect you from the man in the moon (Who happens to be me, look out!) Racing forward can't look back On a bike ride to the moon What did I omit to pack On a bike ride to the moon? With the stars all glinting in the shiny Chrome Then I suddenly remembered what I left at home Now I shan't be peddling any higher 'Cos a sharp sputnik has given me a cosmic flat tyre |
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from The Dukes Of Stratosphear - Chips From The Chocolate Fireball (2001)
Brainiacs Daughter
Made me a suit of bricks and mortar And a matching stove pipe hat, oh yes Brainiacs Daughter Took me on a sleigh ride underwater And I'm crazy for girls like that Oh yes Sir, yes Sir Three bags full Sir All across the land the bells ring out It's night, sun shines bright So I reach to hold her frozen hand in flight As we alight in the bottle city of Kandor Brainiacs Daughter Talks like a Daily Planet Reporter Sitting cross legged there on the mat, oh yes Brainiacs Daughter Swallowed the pocket watch I bought her And I'm crazy for girls like that Oh yes Sir, Yes Sir All fall down Sir And I love the lights that blink on and off All around her head And I love the clothes that she tries on and off Landing on the bed Yes Sir, Yes Sir Three bags full Sir |
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from The Dukes Of Stratosphear - Chips From The Chocolate Fireball (2001)
Collideascope
Careful, don't look down the wrong end You will see ships that fall out of the sky Who put that nail in your eye You make me want to cry with your... Collideascope Everything looks smashed and broken You will see fishes that drown in the sea If you don't alter your mind I'd hate you to go blind why don't you Wakey Wakey Wakey Little Sleeper If you doze much longer Then life turns to dreaming Wakey Wakey Wakey Little Sleeper If you doze much longer Then dreams turn to nightmares Collideascope Everything looks topsy turvy You will see one young girl split into two One half who's false one half true You better get your glue ready Wakey Wakey Wakey Little Sleeper Collideascope Careful don't look down the wrong end All the world's colours will crash into one Monochrome living's no fun You're staring down a gun with your Collideascope |
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from The Dukes Of Stratosphear - Chips From The Chocolate Fireball (2001)
She's a little lighthouse when she
Opens up her huge eyes And streams of diamonds shoot out 'Til we're wading waist deep in her brilliant love She's a little lighthouse when she Opens up her red mouth And gold word ribbons rope and rodeo The dark clouds in bouquet above For how long will this dark age last? For how long must we wait to learn? Across the black and fossil ocean vast I spy love and she doth brightly burn Love sure lives in the right house She's a little lighthouse when she Opens up her huge mind and Thoughts descending spears of crystal Build a Jacob's ladder up to love She's a little lighthouse When she opens up her red dress Show skin of rubber marble Lit by knowledge and the fireflies above And can others see this splendid beam? Or do they navigate in dark? If you ever want to dock your dream Well you'll need love to guide your fragile ark Love sure keeps a bright house She's a little lighthouse |
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from The Dukes Of Stratosphear - Chips From The Chocolate Fireball (2001)
My love explodes all over the world for you, yeah you
My love explodes in diamonds and pearls for you, just you When the straight plastic bowler men Grab your soul and pull you down down down Call my name on your dream telephone Catch a saucer and I'll be around Blow 'em out of town My love explodes My love explodes like the stars up in space for you, yeah you My love explodes with the whole human race for you, just you When the walls are all closing in And your paradise goes wrong wrong wrong Spell my name on your pillow tonight Catch a rainbow and I'll be along Singing coloured songs My love explodes I've got people billions of people Waiting here for bliss All it takes to free these people Is the power of a kiss, my love explodes My love explodes all over the world for you, yeah you My love explodes in diamonds and pearls for you, just you My love explodes |
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from The Dukes Of Stratosphear - Chips From The Chocolate Fireball (2001)
So pale and precious is the light that will shine
Out of the windows in her head So pale and precious like the sun as it climbs Up every morning on her bed If all of her moments were put down in a book Then I could read it 'til I went blind If all of the tears she cried flowed into a brook Well than I'm sure it would taste like wine Don't care what the others might say Fade away As far as I'm concerned they can all fall apart So pale and precious is the light that will shine Out of her perfumed golden hair So pale and precious are the steps that I climb Up to her room so bright and bare If all of the things she said were flowers and tress Well then her garden would always be green If all of our time together fell on one day It would be like every Christmas there's been Don't care what the others might say As far as I'm concerned they can all fall apart Fade Away Up she rises each and every morning She blows the stars out of the sky And lights the sun with her bright eyes And the sea in her hair The smell of the pinecones Silver Gentle |
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from The Dukes Of Stratosphear - Chips From The Chocolate Fireball (2001)
Hiding faces turning pages
Still they read and read Double deckers full of smokers Look who's gone to seed Well the sun's getting higher Think I'll take a flyer The thought of it's causing me pain Ooh! Shiny Cage Talk a walk under the subway See an old school chum Window shopping for a short while Then we'll have some fun Well the shops closing early Everywhere's deserted Hello and down comes the rain Oooh! Shiny Cage We'll do the town tonight I know some girls then stop off for a bite No strings to tie my kite Well living for the night No way to spend a life -- Ooh! |
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from The Dukes Of Stratosphear - Chips From The Chocolate Fireball (2001)
Pubs and clubs and opening hours
Was all he knew One arm bandits and affiliated members Women taboo Had his own tankard And the evening standard And a trophy from darts That he kept over the bar He'd nothing to fear He had his beer B-e-e-r! Then came her Through the blur Then came she Made him see He saw the light before he'd finished his pint She saved him from the biggest crime in life They hated her They said you'll never see him again Got a mortgage 'round his neck And eight screaming kids But his seat's always here if he wants it |
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from The Dukes Of Stratosphear - Chips From The Chocolate Fireball (2001)
If you think there's something wrong
Holes appearing on your lawn Don't you blame the man next door It's not him Flowers walk from place to place Dark spot moves around your face Objects vanish without trace It's not you I'm the mole from the ministry And you'll all bow down to me I'm the mole in your potting shed I'm the bad thoughts inside your head And you won't catch me (fish and visitors smell after three days) If you thinks there's something strange Garden starts to rearrange From perfect lawn to mountain range It's not you I'm the mole from the ministry Working underground And you'll all bow down to me Moving facts and figures all around I'm the mole in your potting shed Undermine your world I'm the bad thoughts inside your head And you shouldn't think me, no! And you shouldn't think me Mole Mole Mole |
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from The Dukes Of Stratosphear - Chips From The Chocolate Fireball (2001)
Someone's knocking in the distance
But I'm deaf and blind She's not expected home this evening So I leave the world behind For the vanishing girl The vanishing girl Yes she'd give you a twirl But she vanishes from my world So burn my letters and you'd better leave Just one pint a day The whole street's talking about my White shirts looking so grey People gossip on the doorstep Think they know the score She's giving him the runaround The man from number four Has a vanishing girl A vanishing girl Yes she'd give you a twirl But she vanishes from my world Yes the paint is peeling and my Garden is overgrown I got no enthusiasm to even answer the phone When she's here it makes up for the time she's Not and it's all forgotten But when she goes I'm putting on the pose for The vanishing girl |
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from The Dukes Of Stratosphear - Chips From The Chocolate Fireball (2001)
You take me to heaven from deeper than hell ever dug
And you fly me higher than a trip on a magical rug Confessions unravel You bang with your gavel And here I stand guilty In a court where you are the judge You're the drug You've got to come on round and pick me up You've my drug And I don't ever know if I can give you up Well you bring me colour where once I had just black and white Now I have rainbows appearing round here in the night Our true loving is growing And passion is flowing Well I don't need any cigarettes or beer from a jug You're my drug You've got to come on round and pick me up You're my drug Well you can slow me down or quick me up You're my drug Well you can spill me down and lick me up You're my drug And I don't ever know if I can give you up |
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from The Dukes Of Stratosphear - Chips From The Chocolate Fireball (2001)
You gold dress is whirling around
Like a fan it's lifting you high High above the ground Never coming down You gold dress is burning alight Deafens me with the sound of the sun Setting fire to the night And everything's all right Vibrations coming my way When you're floating on by In your gold dress Vibrations coming to play When you're filling the sky With your gold ... dress Your gold dress is shaming the stars A thousand melting Dali Guitars Make no sound And dripping slowly down Your gold dress is all I can see Blind my eyes but there it will be Beacon burning bright And everything's all right Your gold dress! |
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