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1. |
Bison Grass
01:34
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I been folking 7 long years
How long how long how lo
Braved 6 days where the bison grazed
5 students of humanities
4 townies such as thee
I took to folk I cos I don't do soul
Or anything approximate to rock and roll
I've been folking seven long years
how long how long how lo
Being sold I took my latest chance
On Azerbaijan where peasants danced once
Beethoven tore the lyric book
Tempo set by the hook and by the crook
I draw brown sleeves in a childish hand
For girls in glasses in indie bands
I'll assimilate you-- it works for me
Wherever there are paupers there is poetry
I've been folking seven long years
I tool to folk cos I don't do soul
Or anything approximate to rock and roll
I been folking seven long years
how long how long how lo?
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2. |
Friends In High Places
02:04
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Fine looking fella:
Peek-a-boo phases
Peek-a-boo phase of love
Lush young a woman:
Honeymoon features
Moat we keep rising above
I got the r-e-s-p-e-c-t of friends in high places
I get to visit nice jails
They write with kisses
But I never know what that love entails
Vast and boring;
Endlessly gory
I see it all, all the time...
They propped my eyes up
New light keep finding
I never have any fun
I've got the silent respect of friends in high places
Friends far away from the fray
Waste my time composing mail
Asking what else I might say
''Baby? Deep down you're a man-- and now's the time to call on him''
I call on you, played like a squire
Peek-a-boo phases
Peek-a-boo phase of love
Lush young / a woman / honeymoon features
Moat we keep rising above
I got the r-e-s-p-e-c-t of friends in high places
I get to visit nice jails
We typed a kiss
But we will never know what that kiss entails
(This time is served)
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3. |
St. Francis
01:42
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I feel shit
I feel hammered
But I’ve just gotta get a message to you
The sun warms the stone and it burns the alone
I need it just to see me on thru,
I’ve been looking for a chink to let some light in
I’ve been staring down the barrel of a pen
I just gotta get a message to you
Here we go again
I have staggered, I have stammered
But it’s really not enough any more
While me and my rheumies try to shut me down
I’ve been learning how to work the front door
Me and my in-growing eyeball
Have been after the beginning of the end
I’ve got to get a message to you.
Here I go again.
I feel shit
I feel hammered
But I’ve just gotta get a message to you
You know, the sun warms the stone and it burns the alone and I need it
Just to see me on through,
Well honey me and my inner growing eyeball
We been after the beginning of the end
I just gotta get a message to you
Here we go again.
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4. |
Cruel to be Kind
02:16
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You've got to be cruel to be kind
Impressed on me directly when I lose my mind
When I think of all the awful things I've done
Oh it's so hard being the sensitive one
Being cruel to be kind
It's so nice to know
Right from your wrong (right from wrong)
It just speaks to me from high now
When I feel on song
Disbarring me from all the rules you read
Exonerating me of all the things you said
Being cruel to be kind
You got to be cruel to be kind
Just look at all the pink wrecks that I left behind
When I think of all the awful things I've done
It's so hard to be the sensitive one
Being cruel to be kind
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5. |
Surface
07:53
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Took a worried man
It took a worried world
No one knew
What I had in store for you
Undertow tugs the boy
When it's drifting down
Kind people sail to see
They see the surface they knew
Blackpool seems so vast
On your hands and knees
Rings inside the trees?
They watch the days crawl past
County seems so big
So the city small
The state is bigger yet
Still we scale the wall
Take my hand take my hand
Causeway weeping wet
No one soul can predict
There's no direction set
I see the sentinel
Hear his measured tone
Our love affair beating fast
Just like wind on stone
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6. |
Mary Rose
02:53
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I sat in silence by the silver stream
Boxed up hard-hitters and the stuff of dreams
I applied the softest shovels to the hardest seams
I sat in silence by the silver stream
Boxed up hard-hitters and the stuff of dreams
I applied the softest shovels to the toughest seams
So it seemed I had reached round in the ditch
And I had raised the Mary Rose
The only voyage that the white man knows
Pigs and gold ducats and old to and fros
A black bull stomped the hull led by a ring thru its nose
And they drowned in ignominy, and they lost their Mary Rose
Time-proven artists mind a stone-cold clutch
Nice demo stages but they lost it in the rushes
The price of their quaint noise is just not saying much
The pipe is clogging and her dreams are old
She feels an itch in her blue marigolds
She hits a ridge and her commitment folds
The lasso holds
If she fished down in the drain
Could she winch a Mary Rose?
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7. |
I Turned a Corner
04:06
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I's the spiral / I slipped down thru;
The fumes I savoured / the gum I chewed
Products of my wicked mind
Came first / world fell in behind
MY TIME AND YOUR TIME COME AND GO WITH ME
I turned a corner, baby I found me
I turned a corner! I turned a corner!
(Tighten up!)
I was the bad crowd I fell in with:
Shovel glistered next the sieve
One eye squandered, one eye took
Siphoned cock on yellow book
Raw girls I slept with? They all were me
Treated them accordingly
Accordingly I came to shove
Despaired of what I knew as love
YET AS I FLED WITH FLAMING FEET
I turned a corner baby I found me
I turned a corner! I turned a corner!
Don't know much psychiatry
Can only tell you how it happen to be
Naomi owes me nothing now
Slope off to a street somehow
YET AS HE BEAT A SAD RETREAT
He turned a corner, baby-- I found me
I turned a corner! I turned a corner!
I the spiral I slipped down thru;
The fumes I savoured, the gum I chewed
Products of my wicked mind
Came first and world fell in behind
MY TIME AND YOUR TIME COME AND GO WITH ME
I turned a corner, baby I found me
I turned a corner! I turned a corner!
(playing good god / bad god...
Naomi loves them nasty, nasty boys)
I turned a corner! I turned a corner!
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8. |
Material Girl
02:21
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Sal sounds okay to me
She likes her carry oh key
She'll sing her heart out for free
You'll just love her for it
On your average college nite
She'll be up there
Up in the spotlite
Make you feel all right
You'll just love her for it
She's a stuck-up fucked-up sensi-smoking material girl
She says she ''hitched in an eighteen-wheeler
With a spiritually powerful cocaine dealer
He got a gap in his teeth
You watch him put a biro through it''
She won't incorporate me
She likes her karaoke
She'll sing her heart put for free
And I loved her I love her I love her
She's a stuck-up fucked-up, sensi-smoking material girl
Singing ''She's a fucked-up, stuck-up, sensi-smoking material girl''!
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9. |
Ax & Luggage
04:07
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To all the cities not yet built up
Site it to see the sun go down
Make a pier where congers play (hey Ricky)
In pipes where silver surf echoes
New inn by the Thurso river
I went in the usual door
Know it by the pebble dashing
People power every floor
I snuck in my ax and luggage
Treat them to some public part
Did the one-eyed otter ova
Beat up by a Highland heart
Mary had this little piggy
Bottle fed it on the side
Loved it like a real entity
Mary seal the sty at night
Female maid, for sperm procurement
Riding tandem came the male
No-one chose the new world order
Young nuns scrubbing tiger tails
The ovaries of day were ready
To draw aboard the seeds of night
No one likes a private monkey
Who would not use the gift of sight
To all the cities not yet built up
Site it to see the sun go down
Make a pier where congas play (hey Mickey)
In pipes where silver surf echoes
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10. |
Tower of Song
03:33
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11. |
Exodus Pt 1
04:20
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Another mallet morning:
All news came at dawn
Picket soul men stood as one and LOST
Turn away a way o
She left her human form
Voter lay your cross down
You're gonna leave the station warm
Death her only only faintly selfless act
If you're half mast down in Grantham or Boston, Lincs
We're gonna send the bastard back
Exodus Exodus
Exodus Exodus
Oh baby please!
Oh baby, baby!
Fascist pig in Toxteth
Broke my Daddy's arm
Pretend punk in Handsworth now
Well he would leave his human form
But for the biro on his arm
But for the biro on his arm
He would leave his human form
It says ''First it's May the 7th
Next it's New Year's Eve
Next thing you know you're anaerobic o
And you're marching on the year of the hole''
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12. |
Exodus Pt 2
02:42
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eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeenstrumental
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PILL FANGS England, UK
''The best songwriter you've probably never heard of has delivered another diamond''
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''This is a band stretching itself beyond its initial premise and creating a vision of its own. What sets them apart is that they have their very own wordsmith to match the greats they so admire''.
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