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Austerity
Is starving thee
Economy
Is burning to the ground
But I won't let that keep me down,
Polarization
Pauperization
The struggle facing
There's no fight to be found
But I won't let that keep me down
No I won't let that keep me down,
It'd take a lot to blow my mind
And give you all of my time
'Cause solitude it treats me well
Feel like I could take on hell
But cocaine, acid, 2CB
Now the whisky's taking me
Come on baby let's be free
Yeah come on baby let's be free,
Lay, oh lay with me Lisa
Come lay, lay with me Saul
Lay until the world cracks open
Lay with me from dusk till dawn
Lay, of lay with me Mona
Come lay, lay with me Lorne
Lay until the world cracks open
Lay with me from dusk till dawn,
Ah come and lay with me
I want you lay, lay by me.
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Tyrannosaur
05:22
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Strange as it seems
There's these lines in between
The old settled score
The nooks of the scene
Strange as it seems
I'm waiting for Tyrannosaur,
The old crooks of the scene
Have hung up their hats
Dusted their coats
Cashed all their cheques
The old crooks of the scene
Are waiting for Tyrannosaur,
Strange as it seems
There's this itch that's not scratched
A door left unlatched
There's a hope that's been dashed
Strange as it seems
I'm waiting for Tyrannosaur,
The old crooks of the scene
Have left a fresh trail
A path in the mire
From which we'll diverge
The old crooks of the scene
Are waiting for Tyrannosaur,
But how do you appear
With a talk that's so sincere
How do you explode
With a holy telepathy waiting to blow,
But there comes a time
Imagination seems bust
There comes a time
Logic sprouting old rust
And there comes a time
Sirens knocking at your door
And there comes a time
Passed out on the kitchen floor
And you know they're wanting more
And they're always wanting more,
And I've been wasting time
With you my sweetheart
And I've been wasting time
With you my cheap beer
And I've been wasting time
With you my cheat start
And I've been wasting time
With you my long year,
But how do you appear
With a talk that's so sincere
How do you explode
With a holy telepathy waiting to blow,
And I've been wasting time
On you my sweetheart
And I've been wasting time
On you my cheap beer
And I've been wasting time
On you my cheat start
And I've been wasting time
On you my long year,
And I
(I've been wasting time)
And I
(I've been wasting time)
And I
(I've been wasting time)
And I'll keep wasting time
With you my sweetheart.
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Sarah's dancing with the legs of a goat
Stomping her hooves down by the coast
Calle joins her with the horns of a ram
Their eyes are rolling backwards with a lyre in hand
Up jumps Oliver batting his wings
Sending out a shriek he's beginning to sing
There sits Johnny with the ears of a bat
Listening intently he's always been like that,
I'm world weary in high heeled shoes
Lipstick from a wheelie bin and cataclysmic blues
These military harlequins, these neo-nazi charlatans, these political mannequins all printed in the daily news
I'm world weary in high heeled shoes
Hair dye from a petrol can and blusher on my bruises
These snidey high rollers, seduced by holy smokers, spending evenings in the bathroom with a pouch of powdered moods I'm,
World weary
World weary
World weary,
Whilst Sarah slept someone with something to lose
Took out a hammer and nailed iron to her hooves
Whilst Calle slumbered someone chopped off their horns
Filed them to stumps and sold them on far shores
And poor old Oliver has had both his wings clipped
He no longer sings as his feathers have been stripped
And there sits Johnny his eardrums burst
He doesn't trust a soul always assuming the worst,
I'm world weary in high heeled shoes
Lipstick from a wheelie bin and cataclysmic blues
These military harlequins, these neo-nazi charlatans, these political mannequins all printed in the daily news
I'm world weary in high heeled shoes
Hair dye from a petrol can and blusher on my bruises
These snidey high rollers, seduced by holy smokers, spending evenings in the bathroom with a pouch of powdered moods I'm,
World weary
World weary
World weary.
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Mr. Benjamin
02:52
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Ah Mr. Benjamin
Drinking communion wine
Ah Mr. Benjamin
He caught you cursing these times
Ah Mr. Benjamin
I've got direct line
Ah Mr. Benjamin
To the lord above he's worried 'bout your library fines,
Now Mr. Benjamin
I do declare
That Mr. Benjamin
You are stuck in that chair
Ah Mr. Benjamin
Is the devil involved in your crimes
Cause Mr. Benjamin
The lord is worried 'bout
He's so worried 'bout
The lord is worried 'bout your library fines,
Now brother Benjamin
Doesn't that pulpit feel right
Ah brother Benjamin
Bask in Jesus' light
Ah brother Benjamin
Glad you could join our side
Cause brother Benjamin
The lord is paying off
Yes he's paying off
The lord is paying off your library fines.
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5. |
Miasma
06:30
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Miasma sneaking past the watchmen
Sleeping on the job again
Captain's busy playing poker
Inmates have a wicked hand
Soon they'll have the keys to freedom
Leave the Captain naked and dry
Miasma's got malicious vision
Leave the Captain wondering why,
Created from the breath of widows
Harlequins and rotten fiends
Tricksters, robbers, virgin killers
Kneel before its majesty
Now it's found a broken victim
Breath is thick with vodka and rye
Miasma's got malignant purpose
Make the Captain wish she could die,
Captain prowls the fiery wasteland
Sabre in her wicked hand
Her tattered flag all wrapped around her
Protecting her from lashing sands
Soon she'll find that hidden door
Entrance to the sky
Miasma's got a hold of her
Captain oh my oh my,
Cruel shadows dance before her eyes
Forever taunting in tenebrous disguise
But it won't be long,
Captain oh Captain where to sail to next
Your misguided journey will lead us to our deaths
No it won't be long,
And how did you say that with your knife between your teeth
Your voice echoes loudly, dispelling mutiny
No it won't be long,
Up rises the ship into the swirling sky
We kneel on the deck and cannot close our eyes
Our time has come.
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6. |
The Haar
04:09
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The streets are quiet now as the haar moves in
The streets are quiet now as the haar rolls in.
(x a few)
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Vile Contraptions
05:30
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Give me ten strong women to carry me home
Give me wild-eyed horses to ride until dawn
Given me the wisest of me to try and prove me wrong
Then let the sharp children fix the world's faults,
Give me a century in silence just to hear what is true
Give me ten of your gods just to see me through
Give me two tabs of acid and your company too
Show me vile contraptions I'll tell you what they do
(What do they do?)
Well I'll show you now,
Give me a hundred tonnes of tar and I will lay that road
Give me corrupt politicians, I'll picket their shows
Give me two moves at chess, I'll bring your kingdom down
Throw me primed sticks of nitro, say goodbye to the crown,
Give me a pen and a pad and will promise you cry
Give me a gun and a target, in this ditch I will die
Give me one night beside you and I'll leave you satisfied
Spend another beside me and you'll see through these lies
All these lies.
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8. |
The Sleeping Fool
05:08
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Crawl into bed and sleep until dusk
I've nothing to do whilst my effigy rusts
Run out of steam and run out lust
Wait till the overture breaks and combusts,
The sleeping fool
The sleeping fool
The sleeping fool has woke up and now rules
The sleeping fool
The sleeping fool
The sleeping fool has woke up and now
Rules with a loud guffaw,
There goes the sun, you're dozing too long
Get out of sheets and rise into the dawn
My oh my dear, that painting you've torn
Drink down the overture feeling forlorn,
The sleeping fool
The sleeping fool
The sleeping fool has woke up and now rules
The sleeping fool
The sleeping fool
The sleeping fool has woke up and now
Rules with a loud guffaw,
(HAHAHAHAHA)
Down I now lay, away from the world
Shut out the sunlight and let me unfurl
Taking my time, I'll never run out
Until the townsfolk run out lazy lout.
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Horse Glue
03:42
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Take my saddle, take my reins
Lead me down to holy place
Take my saddle, take my reins
And lead me down to Bethlehem,
I think big thinks, follow law
Till the doctor harms no more
I think big thinks, follow law
Till the whip-crack stops it roar,
I am made of horse glue
I will stomp my big hooves
I am made of horse glue
I will stomp my big hooves,
Close my blinders, milk my balls
Shoot me when my legs all fall
Close my blinder, milk my balls
Shoot me when I start to crawl,
Isolate me, give me hope
Tell me when the doctor croaks
Isolate me, give me hope
Tell me when the whip has broke
For I am made of horse glue
I will stomp my big hooves
I am made of horse glue
I will stomp my big hooves,
For I am made of horse glue
I will stomp my big hooves
I am made of horse glue
I will stomp my big hooves.
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Sweet Intentions
03:39
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11. |
Close to You
04:17
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I see
Said the blind man
I hear
Said the deaf man
I speak
Said the mute man
And I feel
Said every man,
Yes I feel
I feel you
Yes I feel
I feel you,
Close to me
And I wanna feel
So close to you
And I feel you
Close to me
And I wanna feel
So close to you,
Lay, oh lay with me Rhona
Come and lay, lay with me Shaun
Lay until the world cracks open
Lay with me from dusk till dawn
Lay, oh lay with me Nina
Come and lay, lay with me Leon
Lay until the world cracks open
Lay with me from dusk till dawn,
I want you to lay
Come and lay by me
Do you want me to lay
Come and lay by you.
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