1. |
Velvet Jacket
00:32
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2. |
Badmantown
04:17
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3. |
Perks
00:26
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4. |
Abstract Talking
03:13
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(All heed, hear ye, all heed, hear ye)
I’ve got something to say…
In the breeding ground for the mentally sound
Where they never quite learn how to dumb themselves down
To describe it in a more attractive way
Well they’re making a point and it’s taking them days
They’re not the first to know
Their aim in life is to be a patron of Joyce
With an air of reluctance their topic of choice
Talking tirelessly lest they’re asked the solution
Picking out quotes they think won’t reveal but conceal them
They’re not the first to know
Not even the second or third
Haven’t you heard
the classic collection on audio tape?
Highbrow tell me - how do you relate?
When Mount Olympus Neo’s discuss poetry in prose
Can distinguish a Sunflower from Van Gough’s
A Talisman sells the virtue of wisdom
For arguments sake they can justify their existence
They’re not the first to know
For the avoidance of being ignorant
Why don’t you call your spade an implement
If you’d like to say a lot more than what you know
Chances are you’ve gained an opinion lost a mind of your own
You’re not the first to know
You’ve mastered the art of critique
Exuding mystique
Burning up brightly in the midst of the clique
Highbrow tell me please elaborate
(All heed, hear ye, all heed, hear ye)
I’ve got nothing to say…
When I left the cave I came back mute
My platonic friend said I was not astute
He said…that I was an abstract talker.
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5. |
Eunuch Growl
04:05
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I must remember to write down what they said
Build a fire in my belly then I’ll burn all the books that I’ve read
Throw away my T.V. and amend my C.V. to say;
This page is full of lies and I can start right away
But I may observe a learning curve if I revive myself with wine
And then I’ll know which way to go along a curvature of spine
Eunuch growl and the shudders of love
It might not lead to the mindful wisdom of age
Or the diatribe of the dead so said the stoic sage;
Don’t look up or you’ll get stuck inside your man made cage
So few solutions to choose resolutions to evoke
What a dismal affair to walk on air and not touch the ground till provoked
Eunuch growl and the shudders of love
Imbibed with glory and a satisfied story to trade of the little we’ve done
Still hanging around politely for me
If I could rely on myself then I would
But I’m glued to fail like a gate to a rail unhinged and rusting down
And when expired youthful zeal begins to lose its mass appeal
You can confide in the Eunuch growl
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6. |
Biting
00:17
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7. |
Dying Rose
02:05
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She maybe 6.2 in her stiletto shoe
But she’s only 1.4 when she’s crawling on the floor
She’s 3.3. when she’s on her knees
Begging for forgiveness clutching rosary beads
I shook her helping hand
It embraced me with a fist
L.U.V. woz here with me
Tattooed on the wrist
Sky is red and the moon is full
World will end when the morning comes
Sun come up and let the truth be told
I touched the thorn of a dying rose
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8. |
Tired of Being Herself
03:33
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His neck stoops down and moves in for the kill
She truly believes that time has stopped still
Behind her glazed eyes there is nothing but hope
Then she grew so tired of being herself
Now that she’s free all she wants is a crutch
An easier life set in stone
Free from all hassle no struggle or strife
Where she’ll be far from alone
Perhaps she’ll stop the ebbing of tears
From all of those long lost years
When she grew so tired of being herself
She won’t know what to do
She tried to find a place to hide
Inside a man there’s few
I won’t know what to do
I left her for the foolish life
And now I’m tired too
Her crutch will leave her standing
Alone and more demanding
With a hollow void
In her picture frame to fill
Until another neck stoops down
And moves in for the kill
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9. |
Diplomacy and Wit
00:30
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10. |
Five Gold Earrings
02:52
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There’s weightlifting in Woodhouse Park starting with 10oz
Shot putting in Peel Hall if you take your chances
Odds of Baguley bookies being robbed are 2-1
From Crossacres to Benchill, 800m run
Obstacles from pub to pub when the offy’s are all closed
Struck down with a baton by a policeman in plain clothes
Although I must admit that I have never seen a pig
Flying on a BMX and asking for a cig
Five Gold Earrings shining bright!
The Wythenshawe Games, ignite the light
Wythenshawe Park an Olympic story
Public cuts without the glory
Five Gold Earrings shining bright
In the beating heart of Argos
A civic centre universe
Never been to Mount Olympus
But we’re not yet in a hearse
In our wisdom we can say the Gods are acting flash
‘Cos we’ve seen bigger muscles down at the Mountain Ash
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11. |
Mother Mary
06:12
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I own a bank on Rockefeller row, a man came to see me he wore no clothes
Apart from Satre aftershave and a pair of Jimmy Nail-skin shoes
I hid behind my water dispenser hoping he wouldn’t stay
But then he took a polystyrene cup and drained the water away
Then he said;
Mother Mary don’t let me go
I tried to run from his vacant stare but I tripped on my laces and fell down the stairs
He slipped me a note on which he’d wrote;
This machine does not give change
He was not viable for a loan said his credit history
Although I ran so far from Rockefeller row
I can always hear him in my head saying;
Mother Mary don’t let me go
Till the curtains close I’m waiting
To understand the depths you dwell
I held my breath then in I fell
Mother Mary don’t let me go
‘Cos I’m sinking fast
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12. |
Shy Talking
01:52
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13. |
Glorified Hymn
02:43
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We’re treading the boardwalk of tedium
Heart-warming pastiche is our medium
Theatrical sigh –
Won’t you give us a try?
If all that you hear is quotation
We’re proof of a similar nation
Where the crowd shuffles in
Singing the words to a glorified hymn
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14. |
Rocking the Cradle
04:31
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Rejoice!
The slave master has named a price
To build a pyramid to paradise
The cost of freedom in it’s dying days?
Deduct a lifetime from the yearly wage
Buried heads in shifting sands
Your throats are hot with air
The hour glass has emptied
How many swan songs will it take
To be the first to leave the lake
The waiting line is overcrowded
(with shadow boxing martyrs)
Revolt!
The whip will back your worthy cause
Until the people break the looting clause
And when the Nile runs red as it was feared
Like rats, the slave drivers will disappear
They’re rocking the cradle
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15. |
Silliness
00:32
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16. |
War Tune
03:19
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17. |
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The love child of a soldier and a Northern girl
He saw the world as his playground
He used, abused, borrowed and begged
Stole and lied his way into bed all over town
His reputation passed expectation; he soon performed across the nation
Without much hesitation
He danced around waved it about till it got big
The women passed out in sweet elation
Take you down to the barnyard, you’ll be my sheep
Go fetch my soapbox girl, gonna earn your keep
He joined the army then far away met a girl who came
back home to stay at his house, the army kicked him out
He departed in shame gave her the blame,
Things weren’t quite the same ever again and now she wanted out
Four children later she got her wish, he left without a note or kiss goodbye,
He left his pride
‘I’m left alone in this foreign land, this is not what I had planned’
She sighed, then got on with life
What happened next?
You wouldn’t have guessed
He put the rope around his neck
Kicked the chair and swung his leg
On 17th June the man fell down as he cried and then he died
He left behind a trail of hungry children and lonely wives whom he’d despised
In every town across the land a mistress sheds tears of lust, salt on the busts
Which used to give such comfort to the lonely man you could not trust
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18. |
How drunk were you?
00:55
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19. |
Twat
02:47
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20. |
Military Wives
03:46
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Don't you dare ask us why
We don't go to war with our pride
Ours is only to wave flags and cry;
Fool Britannia with military wives
We read and respond to the media threat
There's a lot of trusted information that we choose to forget
When our husbands are on the front line facing threats
Then returning back home with mistakes and regrets
So we wait here patiently
Hoping one day that are heroes will fly
Protecting our land
Behind borders drawn in the sand
We're supporting our boys for their bravery
And of their brave actions we speak
Highly
We won't go to war with our pride
Ours is only to wave flags and cry;
Fool Britannia with military wives
Our husbands protect Queen and country's interests
They're the patriotic delegation who deal with the rest
Of the world, and their methods we cannot contest
It's our dutiful duty to hope for the best
So we wait here patiently
Hoping one day that our heroes will fly
Protecting our land
Behind borders drawn in the sand
We're supporting our boys for their bravery
And not for the actions
That keep well within the law
Of protest we do deplore
Ungrateful civilian you don't know you're born
We're taking a stand
To support a cause we understand
We're singing a song of bravery
For financial transactions
Fool Brittania...why?
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21. |
anti - massionate
00:57
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22. |
Ghoulish Dream
02:09
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How scary the monsters when they go la la la in the middle of the night
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