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Hara-Kiri
02:32
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I raised a garden patch above my head at last
And watched the gutter gulp a lot of brushed up milk
Aye aye bozo but what you doing now?
Aye aye bozo but what you doing now?
I made a bowling green float down a hissing stream
And chased a bouncing ball into the great beyond
Aye aye bozo but what you doing now?
Aye aye bozo but what you doing now?
Lets do the Hara-kiri tonight
The Hara-kiri tonight,
I heard the red ships horn unnerve the dogs at dawn
Which shocked the shipyard birds and stopped me at the curb
Yeah yeah buster but where you going now?
Yeah yeah buster but where you going now?
I saw a little horse with human clothes on
I used to laugh at it but now I know thats wrong
Yeah yeah buster but where you going now?
Yeah yeah buster but where you going now?
Lets do the Hara-kiri tonight
The Hara-kiri tonight,
I owe the BBC £10's
I owe the BBC £20's
I owe the BBC £30's
I owe the BBC £40's
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House meet the backyard
Backyard meet the house
Your going to get on well,
Here I'am greeting strangers
With sunburnt palms and tinnitus,
There's a whisper in a hole
Telling me to come near
I kiss the window and I go down,
We're all angry with our fathers
Because they married our mother's before us
So it goes but who am I to say?
I've got sunburnt palms and tinnitus,
Get me out of Waterloo
Quick quick horse ride down that way!
Because what use am I
With sunburnt palms and tinnitus
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The Skeleton Dance
02:47
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Pharaoh drives the phaeton
he wears a Tam o' Shanter,
He takes me to the mountain
and tells me "Here you are sir"
He is such a shyster
a glued up tacky goon
But now Im here at last
to watch the Rigadoon
Up on the mountain the skeletons will dance
Up on the mountain around a burning farm
Knickerbockers, Hessian boots
Up and down with Frankenfood
Flying through the sky in a Kru dugout canoe
Pettifogger, Gorgon girls
Day and night, pointy pearls
Flying through the sky in a Kru dugout canoe
Hi ho silver just get out of the way
Mary needs a love song Mary wants a jay
Hi ho silver we're kocking down your door
Me and Madam Fisher and hunters from the war
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Ghost Train
03:06
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Will she be low be high this imminent yesterday?
Or is morning far too early? morning should launch night,
I happen to be in the place you go to hide
So come and join the fear of the downhill course of time,
By the time you find land
I'll have drowned,
Ghost train,
Hunt down your bygone drivers,
Will she be low be high this coming Christmas day?
Or is she still to proud of her malady?
She's pulling on the drop and lifting up the rise
They gave her special love but they gave it to me more,
While you hawk out dry land
I swallow the sea,
Ghost train,
Hunt down your bygone drivers,
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Pan O'n I'n blentyn
02:27
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Unwaith, pan o'n i'n blentyn
Syrthiais mewn cariad hefo clown.
Pan o'n i'n blentyn
mi ffraeo ni 'nghefn y volvo brown.
Pan o'n i'n blentyn
mi ffendion ni garreg yn y wal
yn llawn o dylla'
tylla' man.
Peidiwch byth a meddwl amdana i,
gadwch i fi fod fy hun.
Falla ddo i nol yn fuan i Gymru.
Unwaith pan o'n i'n blentyn
cerddais i'r ysgol ben fy hun.
Pan o'n i'n blentyn
welish i'r clown yn cal tynnu'i lun.
Pan o'n i'n blentyn
mynnodd y dorf gal stori well
g'na ni chwerthin
'sgen ti fwy o jocs?
Peidiwch byth a meddwl amdana i,
gadwch i fi fod fy hun.
Falla ddo i nol yn fuan i Gymru.
Gad lonydd, ma'r straeon yn hen,
ryw ddydd ffendia'i rei gwell.
Gad lonydd a mi ffendia'i fy hun,
ma fory ddigon pell.
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Peidiwch byth a meddwl amdana i,
gadwch i fi fod fy hun.
Falla ddo i nol yn fuan i Gymru.
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Jump And Fly
02:38
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On the lip of a parapet scuffling with swine
While lazy worms hug the rain and fall in my eyes
I bite the head of a beast that beat me black and blue
Which leaves me with one more thing on this world to do,
Jump and fly Jump and fly,
Should we wait a while before we ruin everything?
I have a few thoughts and dreams I'd like to try out first
I want to build a giant mirror next to a tall hill
So I can notice what Im doing wrong when I
Jump and fly Jump and fly,
Fanfaronade
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Clever Hans
03:17
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All I want to do is run and run
Dressed in a balaclava in the sun,
All I want to do is run and run
Dressed in a balaclava in the sun with clever Hans,
Catch a giant rabbit with a lead pipe
Push a bowl of fish into a stream
Give a mouse a fright with a cowbell
Proud an elephant while it dreams,
Clever Hans never had a programme
Clever should of been on TV
Eileen's on the phone she's found a ferret
Tell Eileen to keep that ferret free,
Have a cigarette with a gloomy dog
Antagonize a cat with polythene
Lock a young starlet in with bad old bees
Sourpuss bees for you from me,
Her ladyship cooing in a ladybird's shack
A night with an owl on a sapling's rack,
Clever Hans Clever Hans dont hurt Clever Hans
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She makes me swallow feathers
plucked from muscular wings
And holds me under water
whenever a fire alarm rings,
I just slip to the middle of my mind
where I conjur joyful dreams
I slip to middle of my mind
where I can breathe,
I must be such a wazzok
to ride her UFO
But she say's we've got to have a reason why
we want to meet the devil,
I slip to the middle of my mind
where a big shy sun is up high
I slip to the middle of mind
where I can breathe,
Oh I want to runaway
and escape this lifeless place
But whose going to help me out?
'Cause I'm being blackmailed by a female wrestler,
She says that I'm her cooking cube
and needs me there tomorrow
When she gives birth to a demon
the size of a wheelbarrow,
I just slip to the middle of mind
where I joggle in big green fields
I slip to the middle of my mind
where life's ideal,
'Cause I'm being blackmailed by a female wrestler
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10. |
Inside The Burping Sink
02:29
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In the morning take a dive with me down the burping sink
In the morning take a dive with me down the burping sink I own
The burping sink the burping sink I own
A little dive a little dive,
In the evening count the life's that go on down the burping sink
In the evening count the life's that go on down the burping sink I own
The burping sink the burping sink I own
A little dive a little dive with me,
She beats canines, she beats canines most of the time
Will I be will I be alright?
Im a boy made of gas obsessed with fire obsessed with fire
Im a boy made of gas obsessed with fire obsessed with fire alone
In the burping sink alone
The bupring sink the burping sink alone,
She beats canines, she beats canines most of the time
Will I be will I be alright?
She cannot go
Varukka full of vimto
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Merry Christmas
02:15
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He's had enough
He just wants it to end
He doesn't know what to do
Everything is too painful
There's something really hideous slithering around his brain
He's absolutely terrified he thinks he might be dying slowly
Cancer or something
He thinks he might be doing slowly of cancer
It's so hopeless
He's desperate
Jesus christ he's desperate
Make this awful loneliness stop for him,
Merry christmas Derek Acorah is dere
Merry christmas Derek Acorah is dere
Ho ho ho ho ho,
He's so languid and cold
The black gas in him is fucking heavy
Make it go!
He begs you
He's had enough
It's stretching him
It hurts
He thinks he might of been taped up as a child
They could of done it he says
Yes he's convinced
He's a coward
Ugly and dumb ugly and dumb
He says he deserves this despair
He really does
There is no future for him
The world is unapologetically cruel,
Merry christmas Derek Acorah is dere
Merry christmas Derek Acorah is dere
Ho ho ho ho ho,
Whose he going to contact now?
Whose he going to contact now?
He says there is no god or heaven
No comforting saviour
Just a small minute interruption between nothing at all
The abyss!
The deep dark spiralling abyss!
Surrounds him
He's so tired
His body aches
He's had enough
He's inadequate
He's been amputated from happiness and love
No one wants him
What have I become
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I took a drug that wont perform until I find
A pretty pale girl with hands that look like they may have
Squeezed all the hiccups out of devils in their beds
Then love shall swirl again in me,
Yonder you will see me for an hour in a mess
Together we can solve every single thing
But we will flee from maudlin Britain the day the Queen dies
Then love shall swirl again in me,
The wind is the only blanket that can veil my soul
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Son Capson Wales, UK
.....Music project by Liam Percy George.....a fatty livered mango lover.....Prosiect cerddoriaeth gan Liam Percy George
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