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Let's begin
Peter Pumpkinhead came to town Spreading wisdom and cash around Fed the starving and housed the poor Showed the Vatican what gold's for But he made too many enemies Of the people who would keep us on our knees Hooray for Peter Pumpkin Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead? Oh my! Peter Pumpkinhead pulled them all Emptied churches and shopping malls Where he spoke, it would raise the roof Peter Pumpkinhead told the truth But he made too many enemies Of the people who would keep us on our knees Hooray for Peter Pumpkin Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead? Oh my! Peter Pumpkinhead put to shame Governments who would slur his name Plots and sex scandals failed outright Peter merely said any kind of love is all right But he made too many enemies Of the people who would keep us on our knees Hooray for Peter Pumpkin Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead? Peter Pumpkinhead was too good Had him nailed to a chunk of wood He died grinning on live TV Hanging there he looked a lot like you and an awful lot like me But he made too many enemies Of the people who would keep us on our knees Hooray for Peter Pumpkin Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead? Ah, hooray for Peter Pumpkin (hooray) Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkin Hooray for Peter Pumpkinhead Oh my oh my, oh Don't it make you want to cry, oh? |
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| 2. |
| 3:51 |
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Fine art never moved my soul
No vintage wine designer clothes But my world shakes for me My bird sings sweetly A different kind of tinsel Decorates my tree Yes my bird performs A thousand Cheshire cats Grin inside of me Yes my bird performs There she goes Shakespeare's sonnets leave me cold The drama stage and the high brow prose But my world shakes for me My bird sings sweetly The brightest fireworks Are lighting up my sky Yes my bird performs The cage is open But she's no desire to fly 'Cause my bird performs There she goes And you keep saying what you got You keep saying what you got Look out |
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| 3. |
| 2:49 |
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I put on a fake smile
And start the evening show The public is laughing I guess by now they know So climb from your high horse And pull this freak show down Dear Madam Barnum I resign as clown You said I was the master of all I surveyed But now I'm sweeping up The last in line in your circus parade Children are clapping As I fall to the floor My heart torn and broken And they just scream for more If I'm not the sole fool Who pulls his trousers down Then dear Madam Barnum I resign as clown You tread the high wire Between truth and lies Your safety net just walked out Much to your surprise Strike up the band love And let the show begin For this is the last time I'm painting on a grin If I'm not the sole fool Who pulls his trousers down Then dear Madam Barnum I resign as clown |
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| 4. |
| 3:37 |
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Form a chain to hold all battleships in check Humble Daisy Knit a ladder down to nature's sunken wreck Ragged rug unbound Tangle trip the lovers Royal barge aground Brighter than all of the others on the window sill I'll sing about you if nobody else will Humble Daisy Cast the milk and coins of morning's cash about Humble Daisy I fell down to heaven as you picked me out We'll look up together Browsing through some old sky Sipping in the weather You've got me dizzy, the fly that climbed the sugar hill I'll lay upon you 'till somebody else will Humble Daisy We'll look up together |
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| 5. |
| 4:18 | 
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| 6. |
| 3:24 |
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The disappointed
All shuffle round in circles Their placards look the same With a picture and a name Of the ones who broke their hearts The disappointed All congregate at my house Their voices sob with grief That they want to be chief Of the tribe with broken hearts Once, I had no sympathy For those destroyed and thrown away by love Seems, your ring upon my finger Signifies that I've become the spokesman of... The disappointed Will bear me on their shoulders To a secret shadow land Where a sombre marching band Plays a tune for broken hearts And day grows darker now Everywhere, everywhere The disappointed Are coming in their millions They're spilling from the bus At a monument to us Made of bits of broken heart The disappointed Are growing every second They blot the sun to black At the bottom of the pack I'm the king of broken hearts |
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| 3:05 |
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Holly up on Poppy
Canter never stop She has escaped from the world Where they bake beautiful girls Holly up on Poppy Trotting to the top She talks and banners unfurl Their secrets crayoned in swirls Everyday I Have to pluck up Courage to look her in the eyes The eyes of storms Anyway I Love to watch her Ride and play the alchemy That love performed Laughing Holly up on Poppy... Everytime I Look at my watch I'm reminded we are poor In hours per day Every second Spent with her 's a bulging wallet overstuffed With angels pay Laughter |
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| 8. |
| 3:57 |
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Crocodile
No you won't make me jealous That she left me for him Scene one standing Crushed on landing You may have walked out But I'll swallow up my fate Scene two sitting Man in kitchen Bit cold and lifeless like The burger on my plate But there's one emotion I'm afraid of Hear him scratching gently to be fed I can't stand it when he sits there smiling I don't want him nesting in my head Crocodile No you won't make me jealous That she left me for him Get away Crocodile No you won't make me jealous I'm not letting you in Scene three lying (through his backteeth) Speared and dying (bitten beneath) I'll crawl the wall to hand there Skinned and stuffed with drink But there's one emotion I'm controlling Green eyed monster with his jaws spread wide (But he's your pet now You can't run away and hide) I can't stand it when he sits there crying I don't want to throw myself inside Crocodile Getaway (Crocodile With the jaded jealous smile |
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| 9. |
| 3:48 |
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Rook, rook
Read from your book Who murders who and where is the treasure hid? Crow, crow Spill all you know Is that my name on the bell? Rook, rook Gaze in the brook If there's a secret can I be part of it? Crow, crow Before I'll let go, say is that my name on the bell? Soar up high, see the semaphore from the washing lines Break the code of the whispering chimneys and traffic signs Where's the message that's written under the base of clouds? Plans eternal, I know you know, so don't blurt out loud Rook, rook By hook or by crook I'll make you tell me what this whole thing's about! Crow, crow Why can't you show If that's my name on the bell? On the wings of night, I fly too, above field and stream My head bursting with knowledge 'till I wake from the dream If I die and I find that I had a soul inside Promise me that you'll take it up on its final ride Rook, rook Gaze in the brook If there's a secret can I be part of it? Crow, crow Before I'll let go, say is that my name on the bell? Is that my name on the bell |
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| 10. |
| 3:20 |
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Climb up here beside me
We can ride and find a friend unfound Put your foot upon the laughing gas And drive your grin around Omnibus, take all of us All of us, take Omnibus Ain't nothing in the world like a white skinned girl Make your Union Jack and make your flag unfurl You can't say you've ridden 'Till you've given up your heart and seat Man that lady clippie rip your ticket Make your trip complete Omnibus, take all of us All of us, take Omnibus Ain't nothing in the world like a black skinned girl Make your shakespeare hard and make your oyster pearl Don't let horses pass you by Take a run and leap on Pull the blinkers from your eyes Before big bus has gone We'll be stopping off In every shop until you find that mate Don't waste time, go on and taste them all Why don't you fill your plate? Omnibus, take all of us All of us, take Omnibus There's nothing in the world like a gold skinned girl To make your bonsai weep and make your bamboo curl Omnibus, take all of us All of us, take Omnibus Omnibus, take all of us All of us, take Omnibus Ain't nothing in the world like a green skinned girl But that don't mean to say you can't look |
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| 11. |
| 3:34 |
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That wave
Pulled me into your eyes Through the greeney grey pebbles And countless cathedrals arriving That wave Lift me into your mouth Turning spires and spittle of pearls To perplex the young diver I flew down to the bottom of the sea Where I questioned the fishes all about it I was in heaven Address cloud eleven They danced and laughed spelling all I fell into was love That wave Carried me through your hair Up from suffocate seaweed The perfumed cushions cascading That wave Pushed me into your skin Where I bathed in the promises Giddy with planets parading I swam down to the bottom of the sky Where I questioned the blue birds all about it I was in heaven Address cloud eleven They danced and laughed spelling all I fell into was love That wave! That wave Pulled me right overboard Into permanent morgasm Emotional action painting I flew down to the bottom of the sea Where I questioned the fishes all about it I was in heaven Address cloud eleven They danced and laughed spelling all I fell into was love |
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| 3:52 |
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Then she appeared, apple venus on a half open shell
Then she appeared, the first photograph on Fox Talbots gel I was a little frightened Flying with my senses heightened Cherubim cheered Then she appeared Then she appeared, as the giggling crew of Marie Celeste Then she appeared, pale Atlantis rising out of the west I was a little dazzled Catherine wheeled and senses frazzled Know it sounds weird Then she appeared And the sun which formerly shone In the clearest summer sky Suddenly just changed address Now shines from her blue eyes Then she appeared, brittle shooting star that dropped in my lap Then she appeared, dressed in tricolour and phrygian cap I was a little troubled Hookah with my senses bubbled All Edward leared Then she appeared And the moon which formerly shone On the marbled midnight mile Suddenly just packed its bags Now shines from her bright smile Then she appeared Out of nowhere |
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| 13. |
| 3:23 |
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There's an epidemic
Stirring passions in young hearts Even the old campaigners Have got it really bad Well we ain't seen nothing like it Since coronation day But when the street parties sound I'm going underground To keep the rabid hounds at bay Oh my my this war dance A patriotic romance No we ain't seen nothing like it Since coronation day But when the tickatape flies And blood is on the rise You know it's got you in its sway You got yourself a war dance There's a cheap sensation Keeping Fleet Street wide awake Everyone wants a slice of The jingoistic cake And they're resurrecting Churchill And bringing national service back Fueling power and glory fever Makes for a sicker Union Jack Yes I'm talking about this war dance A patriotic romance And I know all you poets Have seen it all before About the stirring of those young hearts Back in the first world war Oh my my this war dance |
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| 3:46 |
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Some folks see the world as a stone
Concrete daubed in dull monotone Your heart is the big box of paints And others, the canvas we're dealt Your heart is the big box of paints How coloured the flowers all smelled As they huddled there, in petalled prayer They told me this, as I knelt there Awaken you dreamers Adrift in your beds Balloons and streamers Decorate the inside of your heads Please let some out Do it today But don't let the loveless ones sell you A world wrapped in grey Some folks pull this life like a weight Drab and dragging dreams made of slate Your heart is the big box of paints And others, the canvas we're dealt Your heart is the big box of paints Just think how the old masters felt, they call... Awaken you dreamers Asleep at your desks Parrots and lemurs Populate your unconscious grotesques Please let some out Do it today Don't let the loveless ones sell you A world wrapped in grey And in the very least you can Stand up naked and Grin |
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| 3:51 |
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First there's the handshake
It's so warm that you could bake by it Designed to take attention from their Ugly Underneath Then there's the wedding The co-ordinated bedding And the fairy tale shredding Boy it's Ugly Underneath After the pretty There's a gluttony of pity On a cake called nitty gritty And it's Ugly Underneath Did you ever try to prise away the mask Go ahead, take a spoon and try I can tell you it's a herculean task Go ahead, it's okay to cry What you're chewing on's the truth And that's the hardest thing To wash down with a glass of lemonade The Ugly Underneath The thing with politicians is I wouldn't have suspicions If I saw their worst positions And their Ugly Underneath But after all the voting Suck away the sugar coating Now they've had you and they're gloating Boy it's Ugly Underneath Did you ever try to take away the wheel Go ahead, take a fork and try See the unattractive things that make us real Go ahead, it's okay to cry What you've trodden in's the truth And that's the hardest thing To wash down with a glass of lemonade |
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| 2:49 |
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Bungalow
Bungalow By the sea Bungalow In the sea air Climbing rose Time to spare Luxury accommodation traps the sun So we're working every hour that God made So we can fly away Saving it all up for you bungalow Bungalow by the sea Bungalow Silver shoreline In the gorse You can be mine Standing prime position for the town Working for a vision through this life So we can fly away bungalow Bungalow You wait and see |
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| 4:54 |
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Books are burning
In the main square, and I saw there The first eating the text Books are burning In the still air And you know where they burn books People are next I believe the printed word should be forgiven Doesn't matter what it said Wisdom hotline from the dead back to the living Key to the larder for your heart and head Books are burning In our own town, watch us turn 'round And cast our glances elsewhere Books are burning In the playground Smell of burnt book is not unlike human hair I believe the printed word is more than sacred Beyond the gauge of good or bad The human right to let your soul fly free and naked Above the violence of the fearful and sad The church of matches Anoints in ignorance with gasoline The church of matches Grows fat by breathing in the smoke of dreams It's quite obscene Books are burning More each day now, and I pray now You boys will tire of these games Books are burning I hope somehow, this will allow A phoenix up from the flames |
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