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The Arctic Circle
04:25
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She drives a little white car to the seminar on Modern Romance
Possible possible ideas for a date include... a shooting range
And her chest is full to bursting with thoughts of an evening
Nobody nobody nobody will ever know her longing
She’s got a heart that will never melt
She’s got a heart that will never never melt
Shields up! Shields up! Bar the door, and keep your dukes up!
Tell lies, tell dirty lies, tell diggory lies, until you’re lying in his bed
He has a tendency, a tendency to fall for shining eyes and baby fat
But the quarry don’t share his taste for Anne McCaffrey
And he dresses alright but the conversation is wrong, all wrong
Nobody nobody nobody will ever know his longing
He’s got a heart that will never melt
He’s got a heart that will never never melt
Shields up! Shields up! Bar the door, and keep your dukes up!
Tell lies, tell diggory lies, tell chiggery lies, until you’re lying in his bed
Now you can endure (the fear)
Now you can endure (the hell)
Now you can endure (the lies)
Now you can endure (the fear)
Your rock and roll has gone away
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2. |
He Poos Clouds
03:32
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Lazy, you lazy poet, your words are reckless, and I can’t feel it
But hey, hey, all the boys I have ever loved have been digital
I’ve been a guest on a screen, or in a book
I move him with my thumbs, I move him with my thumbs
I write his name in nothing, he whispers to the author
That I will be the only one
Escape! Escape! This time, for real!
We fool around in the service lane
He’s the only friend I have who doesn’t do cocaine
And all the boys I have ever loved have been confidential
Had a broken home, or a seedy past
So I know, I know it’s gonna last
Move him with my thumbs, I move him with my thumbs
He needs, he needs my guidance, he needs, he needs my time
And I am not the only one
He swam! To the edge! Of the wall! Of the world!
Followed my, followed my voice! And he cried!
“Master! The answer is maybe, maybe not!
"Maybe not! Maybe not! I have goals!
"Gotta fulfill the seven prophecies
"Gotta be a friend to grandmother
"Gotta rescue Michael from the White Witch
"Gotta find and kill my shadow self
"Gotta dig up every secret seashell
"You may have been made for love
"But I’m just made.”
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3. |
This Lamb Sells Condos
04:39
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No hope for the village, no hope for the village
A merchant’s in our midst and with a barrel fist
He’s coloured every surface, he’s slapped up a portrait
And yes, it is his own, he’s gonna take your home
Have you seen our visitor? Look! Over the treetops!
Newly conjured erections are making him a killing
And Richmond St. is illing, so the graduates are willing
To buy in to the pillage, now there’s no hope for the village
Prisoners, be silent, be silent and be sharp
When he was a young man, he conjured up a fire-mare
And burnt off both his eyebrows and half a head of hair
And then as an apprentice, he took a Drowish mistress
Who bestowed upon his youthfulness a sense of champagne chic
His seduction, his seduction to the world of construction
Now his mind will start to wander when he’s not at his computer
And his massive genitals refuse to cooperate
No amount of therapy can hope to save his marriage
Prisoners, be silent, be silent and be sharp
Can you hear them talking? Listen through the wall:
“Nothing to do, nothing to do
"Living rent-free is boring me
"Got no use for my PE Degree
"Got no use for my pedigree
"Hedi Slimane and agnès b.
"I’m not content, I’m not content
"Donna Karan and Kara Saun
"I’m not content, I’m not content."
"I feed you every morning and ask so little
"But you belittle all the work, all the work that I do
"When you take that walk without permission
"I’m not defensive, I’m just saying this cause I love you
"You know I hate it when your friends are in the pool
"Old money stink, send those faggots back to Forest Hill
"Contentment? What contentment? I am bald and impotent
"Is that what it’s about? Oh honey, honey, shut your mouth.”
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4. |
If I Were A Carp
04:03
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Heave ho! Farewell to the quay! Merry sailors, sailors we
The horizon is our proscenium, our dead will come to know the sea
Our cook is a wanted man, 1000 thalers for each hand
Our captain lost his good sense, driven by a Lazarus’ words
Have you not been told of Lazarus? He felt the icy grip
Brought back by a morphine drip, he told the captain this:
“Tragedy! Tragedy! Death has you fooled!
"No throne of bone, no terranean pool
"No scythe, no cowl, no skeleton
"His greatest trophy is this myth!
"Every sailor, salmon, every carp
"Will follow rivers to the source
"Only the dead will know the course
"Do you want to know of the afterworld?”
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5. |
--->
00:57
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A taut wire, her father’s evil empire
Jenna dreams of being physically able to behead herself at the dining room table
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6. |
I'm Afraid Of Japan
03:56
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Nippon, won’t you take me into your arms and make me
Into a sergeant, emboldened and enlargened
For some the spell was shafted, but I am in your sway
Yes, I am still enchanted by the ways of yesterday
To the public park, I walk my new wife
In the summer heat, I lose my head
I tell her that the army needs a modus operandi
I tell her where I really went that evening in Chelsea
I tell her I don’t think I’ll last another single night
She says “Yeah, right.”
If I do it with an ice pick, will I come back as a jock?
If I fast until starvation, will I be born again a Christian?
I hear that death by burning means returning as a girl
But only by seppuku can I retain my virtue
But all my efforts have only made
An army of greedy gays
Will no one read "The Sound of Waves"?
Oh, oh, oh, I am afraid
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7. |
Song Song Song
04:31
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Got a daughter who’ll eat anything
They like to feed her words, words, words
Tell her, watch for the plague, girl, check your stool
Or we’ll send you to reformatory school
Where they’ll make a man out of you
And they’ll press what is left into new
They’ll press what is left into new
They’ll press what’s left into new
Out of dust, out of empty space
From the bedroom to the marketplace
You be bold, but not too bold, and frame it all in gold, in gold
Your credibility is broken in two
But we’ll press what is left into new
We’ll press what is left into new
We’ll press what’s left into new
Let’s sing a song about a woman’s rage
Sing a song about an empty stage
A song, a song about how to sing
A song song song about everything!
Cause you’re tough, for a girl, and you’re smart, for a girl
Stop, stop your ears from burning, fill my stomach with your singing
Concern concern concern yourself with the invisible!
Concern concern concern yourself with the incredible!
Don’t turn to motherhood so fast, you have been blinded
There’s a word for all you keep inside
And though you try to hide it, we will write it
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8. |
Many Lives ---> 49 MP
02:57
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Hey, Timothy, I wish for clairvoyance
I wanna see my wife and kids
And how I would live, and how I would die
(Son, you should…)
It’s out of fright, it’s self-absorption
I wanna learn from my mistakes
Before they can scare me away from the drugs
(Son, you should…)
I picture a man who misses his father
He never learned to cook for himself
And spends all his time on his waistline
(Son, you should invest)
I picture a man who lives in the past
He keeps a book of photographs
Of his younger self, clairvoyant self
(Son, you should invest)
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9. |
Do You Love?
03:03
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This kitchen has a king
This hand, this hand is a cunning little bugger
With a habit of turning every A into a B
Unless it’s put to work
There’s a twitch twitch twitch, there’s a rash, there’s an itch
For a job, for a magic job, and a magic diet and exercise plan
There are things I cannot do
I cannot not not turn a skinny little shit
Into a winsome Brit who spent his youth in honest pleasure
For all my wily ways
I cannot not not turn back into the boy
It’s a tearful day when a boy must learn his limitations
Take a look at this brochure:
Inject, inject, strip away, peel away
The scars of self abuse with a couple of hours in a private clinic
What have I left in life?
The knife! The knife! This knife! This knife!
Every inch, every inch of me will come to know its magic!
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10. |
The Pooka Sings
05:23
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Oh, your eyes, your greedy eyes
Your dry and desperate tongue
You’ve told a lie, a lie, a lie
For every pretty note your reedy voice has sung
Do we believe in devils? (No.)
Winged men? The healing power of love? (No.)
Enchantment? Social justice? (No.)
Dead child actors in a white, white world above? (No.)
Why are all these songs about the things that don’t exist?
Do not resist, we’ll burn these lies tonight and never let them live
Oh, stoke the fire, we’ll burn these words tonight and never let them live
The Pooka wings away, his power over me is at an end
And I put down my violin, I leave it down, never again
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