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Ooh, he's a moody old man.
Song of summer in his hand. Ooh, he's a moody old man. ...in...in...in his hand. ...in his hand. "Hmm." Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, Delius, Delius amat. Syphilus, Deus, Genius, ooh. To be sung of a summer night on the water. Ooh, on the water. "Ta, ta-ta! Hmm. Ta, ta-ta! In B, Fenby!" To be sung of a summer night on the water Ooh, on the water. On the water. |
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One of the band told me last night
That music is all that he's got in his life. So where does it go? Surely not with his soul. Will all of his licks and his R'n'B Blow away? Blow away Blow away Our engineer had a different idea From people who nearly died but survived, Feeling no fear of leaving their bodies here, And went to a room that was soon full of visitors. Hello Minnie, Moony, Vicious, Vicious, Buddy Holly, Sandy Denny. Please don't thump me, Don't bump me, Don't dump me back there. Please don't thump me, Don't bump me, I want to stay here. Put out the light, then, put out the light. Vibes in the sky invite you to dine.** Dust to dust, Blow to blow. Bolan and Moony are heading the show tonight. Hello Minnie, Moony, ("Bill " [?]), Vicious, Vicious, Buddy Holly, Sandy Denny. Please don't thump me, Don't bump me, Don't dump me back there. Please don't thump me, Don't bump me, I want to stay here. |
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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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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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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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(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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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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