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| 3:21 | 
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She wanted to test her husband.
She knew exactly what to do: A pseudonym to fool him. She couldn't have made a worse move. She sent him scented letters, And he received them with a strange delight. Just like his wife But how she was before the tears, And how she was before the years flew by, And how she was when she was beautiful. She signed the letter "All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya! All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!" She wanted to take it further, So she arranged a place to go, To see if he Would fall for her incognito. And when he laid eyes on her, He got the feeling they had met before. Uncanny how she Reminds him of his little lady, Capacity to give him all he needs, Just like his wife before she freezed on him, Just like his wife when she was beautiful. He shouted out, "I'm All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya! All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya! All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!" |
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| 2. |
| 2:52 | 
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| 3. |
| 3:35 |
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| 4. |
| 3:49 |
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Just look at your father
And you'll see how you took after him. Me, I'm just another Like my brothers Of my mother's genes. All they ever want for you Are the things they didn't do. All they ever wanted--a little clue. All they ever wanted--the truth. All they ever wanted--a little bit of you. All they ever wanted, But they never did get. The whims that we're weeping for Our parents would be beaten for Leave the breast And then the rest And then regret you ever left. All we're ever looking for Is another open door. All we ever look for--another womb. All we ever look for--our own tomb. All we ever look for--ooh, la lune. All we ever look for--a little bit of you, too. All we ever look for, But we never do score. All we ever look for--a god. All we ever look for--ooh, a drug. All we ever look for--a great big hug. All we ever look for--a little bit of you. All we ever look for--a little bit of you, too. All we ever look for, But we never do score |
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| 5. |
| 4:12 |
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Follow the Nile
Deep to much deeper. The Pyramids sound lonely tonight. The sands run red In lands of the Pharoahs. Their symmetry gets right inside me. I cannot stop to comfort them. I'm busy chasing up my demon. I cannot stop to comfort them. I'm busy chasing up my demon. Oh, I'm in love With Egypt. My Pussy Queen Knows all my secrets. I'll never fall in love again. I drift with dunes. I whisper of the tombs. They offer me Egyptian delights. She's got me with that feline guise, Got me in those desert eyes. She's got me with that feline guise, Got me in those desert eyes. Oh I'm in love With Egypt. |
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| 6. |
| 4:16 |
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No, I'll never give the hunt up
And I won't muck it up Somehow this is it, I knew Maybe fate wants you dead, too We've come together in the very same room And I'm coming for you Do you think I'd ever let you Get away with it, huh? He swooned in warm maroon There's gas in your barrel, and I'm flooded with Doom You've made a wake of our honeymoon And I'm coming for you" "All of the headLines said 'Passion Crime" 'Newly weds Groom Shot Dead 'Mystery Man.' God help the bride She's a widow, all in red With his red still wet. She said--" I'll put him on the wedding list I'll put him on the wedding list I'll get him and I will not miss Now, as I'm coming for you All I see is Rudi I die with him, again and again And I'll feel good in my revenge I'm gonna fill your head with lead And I'm coming for you And when it's all over you'll roll over The butt of my gun: One in your belly, and one for Rudi You got what you gave by the heel of my bootie Bang-bang--Out! like an old cherootie I'm coming for you "All of the headLines said 'Passion Crime: 'Newly weds Groom Shot Dead 'Mystery Man.' God help the bride She's a widow, all in red With his red still wet. She said--" She sure got him on the wedding list I'll got him on the wedding list I'll got him and I will not miss I'll put him on the wedding list "And after she shot the guy She committed suicide I'm coming, Rudi "And later, when they analysed They found a little one inside. "It must have been Rudi's child" I shot, I shot, I shot him honey "Never mind, she got the guy" He hit the ground, Rudi "An eye for an eye" Ashes to ashes... "Eye for an eye" I hit him, hit him Rudi!, Rudi I'm coming coming coming honey "Eye for an eye" Rudi |
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| 7. |
| 3:16 |
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Four strings across the bridge,
Ready to carry me over, Over the quavers, drunk in the bars, Out of the realm of the orchestra, Out of the realm of the orchestra. Filling me up with the shivers. Filling me up with the shivers and quivers. Filling me up with the shivers. Get the bow going! Let it scream to me: Violin! Violin! Violin! Get the bow going! Let it scream to me: Violin! Violin! Violin! Paganini up on the chimney, Lord of the dance, With Nero and old Nicky. Whack that devil Into my fiddlestick! Give me the Banshees for B.V.s,* Give me the Banshees for B.V.s. Jigging along with the fiddle, oh, Johnny. Jigging along with the fiddle-dee-dee. Jigging along with the fiddle-dee-diddle-dee-dee! Get the bow going! Let it scream to me: Violin! Violin! Violin! Get the bow going! Let it scream to me: Violin! Violin! Violin! Get the bow going! Let it scream to me: Violin! Violin! Violin! Get the bow going! Let it scream to me: Violin! Violin! Violin! |
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| 8. |
| 2:50 |
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I say good night-night.
I tuck him in tight. But things are not right. What is this? An infant kiss That sends my body tingling? I've never fallen for A little boy before. No control. Just a kid and just at school. Back home they'd call me dirty. His little hand is on my heart. He's got me where it hurts me. Knock, knock. Who's there in this baby? You know how to work me. All my barriers are going. It's starting to show. Let go. Let go. Let go. Let go. Let go. I cannot sit and let Something happen I'll regret. Ooh, he scares me! There's a man behind those eyes. I catch him when I'm bending. Ooh, how he frightens me When they whisper privately. (Poor, stupid girl!) Windy-wailey blows me. Words of caress on their lips That speak of adult love. I want to smack but I hold back. I only want to touch. But I must stay and find a way To stop before it gets too much! All my barriers are going. It's starting to show. Let go. Let go. (Don't let go) Let go. Let go. Let go. |
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| 9. |
| 0:52 |
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| 10. |
| 2:59 |
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(B.F.P.O)
(Army Dreamers) (Mammy's hero) (B.F.P.O) (Mammy's hero) Our little army boy Is coming home from B.F.P.O. I've a bunch of purple flowers To decorate a mammy's hero. Mourning in the aerodrome, The weather warmer, he is colder. Four men in uniform To carry home my little soldier. "What could he do? Should have been a rock star." But he didn't have the money for a guitar. "What could he do? Should have been a politician." But he never had a proper education. "What could he do? Should have been a father." But he never even made it to his twenties. What a waste -- Army dreamers. Tears o'er a tin box. Oh, Jesus Christ, he wasn't to know, Like a chicken with a fox, He couldn't win the war with ego. Give the kid the pick of pips, And give him all your stripes and ribbons. Now he's sitting in his hole, He might as well have buttons and bows. "What could he do? Should have been a rock star." But he didn't have the money for a guitar. "What could he do? Should have been a politician." But he never had a proper education. "What could he do? Should have been a father." But he never even made it to his twenties. What a waste -- Army dreamers. Oh What a waste of Army dreamers. Oh What a waste of Army dreamers. Army dreamers. Army dreamers. Do-de-do-de-do-de-doh. Yea-de-do de-de-do-do. (B.F.P.O) Do-de-do-de-do-de-doh. (Army Dreamers) Yea-de-do de-de-do-do. (Mammy's hero) Do-de-do-de-do-de-doh. Yea-de-do de-de-do-do. (B.F.P.O) Do-de-do-de-do-de-doh. (Army Dreamers) Yea-de-do de-de-do-do. (Mammy's hero) (B.F.P.O) (No hard heros) (Mammy's hero) (B.F.P.O) (Army Dreamers) (Mammy's hero) (B.F.P.O) (No hard heros) |
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| 11. |
| 5:30 |
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Outside gets inside
Through her skin I've been out before but this time it's much safer in Last night In the sky Such a bright light My radar send me danger But my instincts tell me to Keep breathing Breathing Breathing my mother in Breathing my beloved in Breathing Breathing her nicotine Breathing Breathing the fall Out - in. out - in, out - in. out - in, out - in We've lost our chance We're the first and last After the blast Chips of plutonium are twinkling in every lung I love my beloved All and everywhere Only the fools blew it You and me knew life itself Is breathing Breathing Breathing my mother in Breathing my beloved in Breathing Breathing her nicotine Breathing Breathing the fall Out - in. out - in, out - in. out - in, out - in, out In point of fact it is possible to tell the difference between a small nuclear explosion and a large one by a very simple method. The calling card of a nuclear bomb is the blinding flash that is far more dazzling than any light on earth--brighter even than the sun itself--and it is by the duration of this flash that we are able to determine the size (What are we going to do without?) of the weapon. After the flash a fireball can be seen to rise, sucking up under it the debris, dust and living things around the area of the explosion, and as this ascends, it soon becomes recognisable as the familiar mushroom cloud. As a demonstration of the flash duration test let's try and count the number of seconds for the flash emitted by a very small bomb; then a more substantial, medium-sized bomb; and finally, one of our very powerful, high-yield bombs. What are we going to do without Ooh, please, let me breathe Quick, breathe in deep Leave us something to breathe Ooh, life is |
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