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Gentle snow on the ground keen kilo, it was a hefty loan
General Tucker you really are a fucker, Come dance with me,
Can you find the backdoor key, it really is a mystery
Melting low beneath your toes, please don’t bring it into the hall
Hello, Mrs Brown. You surely have the nicest house around.
They’re gonna rate it, it’s gonna be how we make it, not physically,
Some things go, know what I mean
The most important thing to me, is getting in then getting out
You kept the money you found. Reward the daily and the those who increase your snout
You never earnt it, but you also never burnt it, and there was gentle snow on the ground
You could get a bus. Come see my hair he cut it just like his.
Make sure you recognise me in my new light. Come away with me.
Revenge is a dish you can eat everyday,
People think of themselves even when they pray
Common ground is shared. Lying naked coiled up in pain,
Oh but they've been round too many times to care. The money is gone, the money they found,
People believe in silly things
It’s easy to believe that’s true
When there’s gentle snow on the roof
And no one knows where it goes
When the lightning strikes a fallen tree, there’s nothing so profound
As gentle snow on the ground
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Colin Sautar
04:01
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C-O-L-I-N Sautar L-I-M-B-O, let’s go, oh we go
C is for cruelty, O is for of, L is for Love, In it I am not
C-O-L-I-N Sautar L-I-M-B-O
C-O-L-I-N Sautar let’s go, oh we go
They couldn’t afford your death, but you’ll cost more in life
Left you upon our doorstep, now death is, now death is, Death is all you desire
C-O-L-I-N Sautar L-I-M-B-O
C is for cruelty, O is for of, L is for Love, and in it I am not
Harmonica - break
Poking out is just your head as you’re buried in the sand,
They never listened to a word you said, thinking that your body is sinking deeper,
They couldn’t understand.
C-O-L-I-N Sautar L-I-M-B-O
C-O-L-I-N Sautar let’s go, oh we go
A-L-I-E-N altar let’s go oh we go
A-L-I-E-N altar let’s go oh we go
C is for cruelty, O is for of, L is for Love, In it I am not
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Hey Senorita
05:17
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Hey Señiorita, It’s nice to meet ya, and I already love you but I’ve not know you that long,
Go get your money, who cares for money? that’s why it’s burning with the fire tearing down your parents home,
And it’s so sad, that you’re getting married, you’re giving up your freedom for a life of treasured gab,
and I asked your father, or was it Daddy? and he said he’s coming up to meet us and it won’t take him that long.
‘til he meets us up the crossroad with a bullet and a gun
One thousand roses, will be arriving, my love is that strong for you, but I did not put them there.
Nor did I grow them, nor mean them either, that was your jilted man whose life I’ve trampled on,
He asked me slowly if I like stealing, I turned to meet your eyes and I spoke the words I do,
that hurt his feelings, turned to violence and anger, well I know how he feels being locked up in the trunk,
and he screams in pain when we ride over speed bumps
You can have your baby, once we cross the border, there’s a grotesque clinic there where all the patients have got the pox, singing about Mary, and her son Jesus,
now take off your last clothes, and we’ll have a naked lunch,
Hey señiorita, why are you crying? Is it for me or because you regret your luck,
You miss your daddy? And your family, and you’re only worried now for the safety of your child
but I know I never ran off with lady mary mild,
or is that you just took the phone and dialed
and without my knowing there’s a creeping all around
and without my knowing the target has been found
Good-bye Señiorita
Doctor, my condition’s much worse, won’t you call me the hearse, to take me to the next world,
where there’s hundreds of girls, all with dresses and curls, but their minds in the dirt and with sex on...
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Lorraine
04:13
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Oh Lorraine I let you malt until you reached 571
Like love is harsh pleasure needed pain
Oh the bitter kick into the chest of burning love full power on
As salty tears coming dripping down your face---aa
Don’t cry Lorraine,
I’ll only love you more
I’ll make you do things that you’ve never done before
Don’t cry Lorraine x3
Sliced and grilled I chose your body over that awful bread
I was a congregation deposing wine for champagne
And though it’s sad I can’t deny that you got that flavour
Divided is the animal and soon it’s prey
At home, waiting for your kids, waiting for the phone to ring, oh at home...
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Lovers Entwined
01:58
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Lovers entwined, watch them grow, twist like vines, beneath the snow
and so they should be just like their fold
they are lovers entwined
and only the foxgloves know, silently watching lovers entwined
drink the wine, fill the cups, lovers entwined, we will all match up
or so they tell me, forget the ruff
to be lovers entwined
That’s how we spend out time, searching then being, lovers entwined.
Instrumental break
entwine the lovers, wind them up, glasses empty, they've had enough
seeing only rotten stems, as lovers entwined
that's how we spend our time, on the plain of existence
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Pass The Cup Of Salt
03:58
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That's the monarchy, of the diamond jubilee, pass the cup of salt, what a grim resolve.
n’ we all love the queen, in her pretty coat, that'll make a change, celebrating rain.
I thought you said you want, a meritocracy, but is it just for show, more like a hypocrisy
A symbol that we dote, for our security, fuck the common vote, but love democracy.
Here’s the cup of salt, put it in your tea, plates on cobble stones, sharp shards falling free
why are we so hot for celebrity, the puppet has its strings, in a Las Vegas Suite
And Prince Charles, have you not seen, all the work he does, and philanthropy,
if it were not for him, where would that money go? Into to other charity, not homeopathy
but I guess it’s good, for tourism, anachronism,
we should have kept the bloody plague
oh the money we’d make
As millions come see the bloody stumps and coughing guts.
Don't be such a grump, it's just a bit of fun! and life was made for fun and life is what you make it,
they will play along, oh pass the cup of rum, we will all get drunk while they're laughing in our faces
And the House of Lords, they would be sorely missed, we took away their swords, like the bully that we kissed.
The Commons sternly warns, let’s not make a fuss, the worst of all reforms, “they could be more democratic than us.”
As mini flags unfurl, severed heads will roll, we don’t need our heads, just pass the cup of salt.
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I Heard It Most
03:16
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There's a rumour going round that people should get together and un-judge each other
for the things that creep them out, and I've heard it most,
I've heard it most, from lovers reeling, scared of the feeling they'll always be alone,
though most of them won't
And out on the corner where gypsy music plays, and I heard you say,
that dancing makes you feel good when, you move and sway.
to the crowds of people all filled with love and clear of hate
And there's a rumour going round that people should get together and un-judge each other
for the things that creep them out, just like when,
just like when the most famous painting, fell from its axel, revealing the railing,
we've all been hanging on.
and attached to the railing were all these paintings, created mainly as attempts to be in front of you.
and the lovers …. whisper….. I heard it most when I was telling you
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8. |
A Youthful Poem
06:00
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Where are all the fit girls? the ones who are always hungover
the ones who believe themselves when they lie to their lover
And you think that you could catch one, but you dealt all your cards wrong
n' jealously is justified when you never chose the body that dropped them.
You wanna be a spinning wheel, your life is dying for something to go through
like all those reckless parties that some how you remembered to go to
And it doesn't matter who they are, it doesn't matter how you get them
but don't turn around and natter now and judge me for being different
Oh, shame
And I came to you on New Year's Eve, and in the back room all the couples were crying
in the back room there's always a scene, but their Gods couldn’t blame the them for how
hard they’re trying
And I came before them now, at their mercy,
but I stand amongst the crowd for the fear that they might hurt me
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Terrible News
04:01
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It’s terrible news, that you’re going away, not that I care, cause I can’t stand your face,
but it’s terrible news cause I still love you babe.
and if I’m confused, i’ve got myself to blame, ‘cause I always mix up the things I say, and just like those words I’m still looking up you babe.
It’s terrible news, that I read today, that people are dying in gruesome pain, it’s terrible news, that’s the kinda thing you’d say.
and it’s terrible news, upon your cross, hangs a beautiful coat made from the winter’s moss, but this terrible news ain’t new, I always knew it was
Intro Progression
and as for sweetness, oh and as for sweetness oh
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