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| 1. |
| 3:11 | 
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Those who know
They don't let it show They just give you one long life And you go, oh oh, oh oh Goes to show How winds blow The weather's fine And I feel so so-so, so Birds of prey With too much to say Oh what could be my destiny Another rainy day Why ask why? For by the by and by All mysteries are just more Needles in the camel's eye |
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| 2. |
| 3:05 |
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My, my, my, we're treating each other just like strangers
I can ignore the significance of these changes But you can't treat it lightly, and you'll have to face the consequences All my worst fears are grounded You have to make the choice between the Paw Paw Negro Blowtorch and me (no, no, no). By this time I got to looking for a kind of substitute I can't tell you who I found, except that it rhymes with dissolute But my baby's so lazy, she is almost unable, and it's driving me crazy And her loving's just a fable that we try, with passion, to recall Send for an ambulance or an accident investigator He's breathing like a furnace So I'll see you later, alligator He'll set the sheets on fire Mmm, quite a burning lover Now he'll barbeque your kitten He is just another learner lover You have to make the choice between the Paw Paw Negro Blowtorch and me. |
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| 3. |
| 5:20 |
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Baby's on fire
Better throw her in the water Look at her laughing Like a heifer to the slaughter Baby's on fire And all the laughing boys are bitching Waiting for photos Oh the plot is so bewitching Rescuers row row Do your best to change the subject Blow the wind blow blow Lend some assistance to the object Photographers snip snap Take your time she's only burning This kind of experience Is necessary for her learning If you'll be my flotsam I could be half the man I used to They said you were hot stuff And that's what Baby's been reduced to... Juanita and Juan Very clever with maraccas Making their fortunes Selling second-hand tobaccoes Juan dances at Chico's And when the clients are evicted He empties the ashtrays And pockets all that he's collected But Baby's on fire! And all the instruments agree that Her temperature's rising But any idiot would know that. |
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| 4. |
| 3:26 |
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Cindy tells me, the rich girls are weeping
Cindy tells me, they've given up sleeping alone And now they're so confused by their new freedoms And she tells me they're selling up their maisonettes Left the Hotpoints to rust in the kitchenettes And they're saving their labour for insane reading. Some of them lose - and some of them lose But that's what they want - and that's what they choose It's a burden - such a burden Oh what a burden to be so relied on. Cindy tell me, what will they do with their lives Living quietly like labourer's wives Perhaps they'll re-acquire those things they've all disposed of. |
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| 5. |
| 5:11 |
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Ohohohohohohoh oh
Doo doo doo doo doo doo dah I'll be there Oh driving me backwards Kids like me gotta be crazy Moving me forwards Perhaps you think that I'm lazy Meet my relations All of them grinning like facepacks Such sweet inspiration Curl me up, a flag in an icecap Now I've found a sweetheart Treats me good, just like an armchair I try to think about nothing Difficult, I'm most temperamental I gave up my good living Typical I'm most sentimental Ah Luana's black reptiles Sliding round make chemical choices And she responds as expected To the only sound, hysterical voices And you are driving me backwards Kids like me gotta be crazzzzzy i-i-i-i-i-i-i doo doo doo dodoo dodah I'll be there. |
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| 6. |
| 4:37 |
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Given the chance
I'll die like a baby On some far away beach When the season's over. Unlikely I'll be remembered As the tide brushes sand in my eyes I'll drift away. Cast up on a plateau With only one memory A single syllable Oh lie low lie low. |
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| 7. |
| 3:36 |
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Blank Frank is the messenger of your doom and your destruction
Yes, he is the one who will set you up as nothing And he is one who will look at you sideways His particular skill is leaving bombs in people's driveways. Blank Frank has a memory that's as cold as an iceberg The only time he speaks is in incomprehensible proverbs Blank Frank is the siren, he's the air-raid, he's the crater He's on the menu, on the table, he's the knife and he's the waiter |
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| 8. |
| 4:20 |
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Oh cheeky cheeky
Oh naughty sneeky You're so perceptive and I wonder how you knew. But these finks don't walk too well A bad sense of direction And so they stumble round in threes Such a strange collection. Oh you headless chicken Can those poor teeth take so much kicking? You're always so charming As you peck your way up there. And these finks don't dress too well No discrimination To be a zombie all the time Requires such dedication. Oh please, sir will you let it go by 'Cos I failed both tests with my legs both tied In my place the stuff is all there I've been ever so sad for a very long time My my they wanted the works can you this and that I never got a letter back More for me bless my soul More for me bless my soul. Oh perfect masters They thrive on disasters They all look so harmless Till they find there way up there. But dead finks don't talk too well They've got a shaky sense of diction It's not so much a living hell It's just a dying fiction. |
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| 9. |
| 5:12 |
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People come and go and forget to close the door
And they leave their stains and cigarette butts trampled on the floor And when they do, remember me, remember me. Some of them are old, some of them are new Some of them will turn up when you least expect them to And when they do, remember me, remember me. Lucy you're my girl, Lucy you're a star Lucy please be still and put your madness in a jar But do beware, it will follow you, it will follow you. Some of them are old but it would help if you could smile To earn a crooked sixpence you'll walk many crooked miles And as you do, remember me, remember me. |
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| 10. |
| 4:03 |
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[...Inaudible...]
[Further] we make claims on [our teas] [Dawn inner here] for we've nowhere to be Nowhere to be Nowhere to be [Father stains], we're all on our knees Down on our words and we've nothing to be Nothing to be Nothing to be Further down we're all on our [sails] [Paid to upheed] though we've nothing these days Nothing these days Nothing these days [Further still, their stall in a daze] We're down on our knees and we've nothing to say Nothing to say Nothing to say... |
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