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On a cloud by Saffron Land
The flower king of flies And the children all in white All together here tonight Let the dance of love begin Let the tempo made and sing The song and song in time To a gong and bells sublime Flower king of flies Flower king of flies Flower king of flies Flower king of flies The sun (???) all day And (???) as played the king from own his flower spread the words of love around Flower king of flies, flower king of flies... |
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The cry of Eugene fills the air
His spirit can be found to wander Rancid atmosphere with despair His sense of urgency asks all Harlequin, Columbine, Speakers three Their spirits can be found to wander The Cry of three plus two times nothing at all Splits all times mine, a sunder The cry of Margret with the golden hair Looks down to Eugene and shoots the spell The two in harmony, of voice and mind Asks who, why, what, where once one of the kind The Harlequin and the Columbine, Speakers three Their spirits can be found to wander The Cry of three plus two times nothing at all Splits all times mine, a sunder The voice of Eugene cuts through air His gaze commands everyone to wander The voice he speaks dispel all care But Eugene is always there Harlequin, Columbine, Speakers three Their spirits can be found to wander The Cry of three plus two times nothing at all Splits all times mine, a sunder Splits all times mine, a sunder Splits all times mine, a sunder Splits all times mine, a sunder |
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So I wonder why when the pie in the sky,
gets green at the edge, jumps a senile hedge and asks questions. So I asked my ma, and she said ask your pa. And he said ask your ma, and wonders why his kids ask questions. So you fill me up with the gooseberry bush, and tales of the stork, and you tell me to hush when I ask questions. (synthesized) Daddy, where did I come from? (spoken man) Well son, you rather caught your old dad in a huff. I suppose the birds and the bees they won’t do, no they won’t do. Think of flowers, the flower carrying the seed, yeah that’s mommy. Mommy the flower, and your daddy sort of fornicates the flower. No, no, pollinates, fornicates, pollinates. No son, you didn’t just grow in the garden. No, daddy didn’t pick you. No, you stayed with the flower. And you sort of grow and grow and grow, and suddenly you’re you. That won’t do son? No, uh, well, it’s the best I can do. (spoken boy) No, daddy the fertilization occurs when the male seeds reach the female egg. You’re drunk you’re drunk Your back teeth floating in a gallon of booze. You can’t even walk with all the fuss of your shoes. You get yourself into such a state. You found drunken charge of a roller skate. It’s no small wonder that you can’t even answer questions. |
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Little Arabella, she's always out of her head.
She lives in a daydream, she never understands what she said. She carries a flower, long after everyone said it's dead. And if you see her, you'll never believe, her head. Little Arabella, she giggles away into bed. A skirt around her ankles, smoke comin' out of her head. She wakes in the morning, looks and there's nobody in her bed. And if you meet her, you'll never believe, her head. Talks in riddles, talks in rhymes. She reads the stars and looks for signs. She is a problem of the times. I'm rather glad she isn't mine. Little Arabella, she giggles away into bed. A skirt around her ankles, smoke comin' out of her head. She wakes in the morning, looks and there's nobody to be found. And if you meet her, you're sure to be, her next ground. Arabella, that's Arabella. Arabella out of her head. Arabella out of her head. Arabella out of her head. Arabella out of her head. Have you ever met a bird, quite like little Arabella? Course you have, she's sitting right next to you. |
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Explain to you,
The girl who tells me that she knows herself. I say to you, (my girl,) You don't know you, (my girl,) Only really shallow people know themselves It's true to say. Everybody's playing happy Freud. I say to you, (my girl,) You don't know you, (my girl,) Your Capricorn is showing, And the edge is getting frayed, frayed. Here's to all those people Who know themselves; (They really know themselves.) They look into a mirror and They know themselves. (They really know themselves.) I will build them A mirror they can see themselves As other people see them! Here's to all those people Who know themselves; (They really know themselves.) They look into a mirror and They know themselves. (They really know themselves.) I will build them A mirror they can see themselves As other people see them! Bum bup ba! Babba babba ba! Everybody's playing happy Freud. I say to you, (my girl,) You don't know you, (my girl,) Your Capricorn is showing, And the edge is getting frayed. Bum bup ba! Babba babba ba! Everybody's playing happy Freud. I say to you, (my girl,) You don't know you, (my girl,) Your Capricorn is showing, And the edge is getting frayed. Bum bup ba! Babba babba ba! Bum bup ba! Babba babba ba! (Say to you!) |
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They ask me what grey thought has just clouded my eye
I told them that Azrael looked down on their decline What grey thought, if any, crossed the landscape of your mind I told them that Azrael looks down on you from behind I told them what they asked, why I hold my breath If Azrael on wings of death collects his pound of flesh I told them what they asked, why I hold my breath Azrael the angel brings only death |
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What can I say, she's walking away
from all we saw What can I do, still loving you It's all a dream How can we hang on to a dream? How can it really be the way it seems? What can I do, she's still saying it's through with how it was What will I find, I still can't see why she says what she does How can we hang on to a dream? How can it really be the way it seems? What can I say, she's walking away from all we saw What can I do, she's still saying we're through It's all a dream How can we hang on to a dream? How can it really be the way it seems? How can we hang on to a dream? |
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She's got everything she needs,
She's an artist, she don't look back. She's got everything she needs, She's an artist, she don't look back. She can take the dark out of the nighttime And paint the daytime black. You will start out standing Proud to steal her anything she sees. You will start out standing Proud to steal her anything she sees. But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole Down upon your knees. She never stumbles, She's got no place to fall. She never stumbles, She's got no place to fall. She's nobody's child, The Law can't touch her at all. She wears an Egyptian ring That sparkles before she speaks. She wears an Egyptian ring That sparkles before she speaks. She's a hypnotist collector, You are a walking antique. Bow down to her on Sunday, Salute her when her birthday comes. Bow down to her on Sunday, Salute her when her birthday comes. For Halloween buy her a trumpet And for Christmas, give her a drum. |
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