1. |
kanguru
03:25
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Lucky us
We get to kick it with the guru
King Mosquito out buggin’
On his voodoo
A dead end double
But a dead end you can see through
We sub the zero
If there is that much beneath you
You’re not going to like it
Lil’ fella, better hold onto your cap
You’re not going to like it
But someone had to say it
& that someone was me
Spoon silver slob
Casting stones out from a deck chair
Monster can fashion
Out larping in the lair
Omnipresent
Have you nothing else to do lad ?
blunt idiotic
Stick to grazing the charcuterie
You’re not going to like it
Lil’ fella, better hold onto your cap
You’re not going to like it
But someone had to say it
& that someone was me
Another casualty
Designer casual tee
Alone on the line
& Forlorn in the storm
In the club
Getting antsy on the horse tranq
Freakin’ out down a hole
In a shaw shank
To stumble home
& they’ve swiped all your possessions
It’s gonna sting
with an eyeful of reflection
You’re not going to like it
Lil’ fella, better hold onto your cap
You’re not going to like it
But someone had to say it
& that someone was me
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2. |
transformer
02:57
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I’m an air sick pilot
In a quaking plane
All the switches in the pit
Are looking just the same
I’ve got a corkscrew vision
That I can’t forget
And it’s twisting like a cyclone
Through the halls of my head
But tonight, I’m going to transform
I’m a control freak trippin’
On an endless trip
Now my memories crack
Like a cowboy’s whip
I’m roasting rats across the fire
Of an oil can drum
I’m looking into the sun
At my reflection
But tonight, I’m going to transform
I’ve got my car like a bullet
Lights out on this street
I’ve got a doberman growling
On my passenger seat
I’ve got four tired tyres
Turning without tread
I might of dealt these cards
I might of made this bed
But tonight, I’m going to transform
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3. |
ketchup
03:25
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You’ve got the champagne river
running through your mind
the candy red apple
on the gilded vine
all there is
is all that shines
when tomorrow is just that something
further down the line
It caught up
It caught up with you
red white dice
long Hong Kong night
smoke up
rainbow tobacco
through a pitch black pipe
face mask in the shadow
of a tsunami
that’s her story
the rest is history
It caught up
It caught up with you
It’s all fun & games
in expensive frames
when you’re pushing glass hammers
& you make it rain
big light might shine bright
down on thee
but 1 & 1 & 1 makes 3
It caught up
It caught up with you
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4. |
mood
04:18
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Beyond
Beyond the theatre
Where the applause is on pause
Behind
Behind the curtain
A car crash farm
White noise radio
The question of truth
A waterfall of chaos
Held inside my palm
In my own
Portable private cage
Inside the modern age
White noise radio
The question of truth
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5. |
springtime of the mind
03:05
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Springtime of the Mind
We need a springtime of the mind
We need a vision that could pull us through
A crooked tree
From which nothing grew
We need a spring time of the mind
Blue marble spinning
In an endless tar
The diamond cutter
On the kingda ka
The bower bird
Builds with Yves Klein Blues
Dead pocket dragon
& a plastic spoon
We need a springtime of the mind
We need a vision that could pull us through
A crooked tree
From which nothing grew
We a spring time of the mind
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6. |
bone collector
02:44
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Canary yellow
& a raven black
The static meter on
A bone collector
‘Neath a yankees cap
& now the picture is gone
The tourist treatment
On the long wrong way
A city flickers by
Holiday is over
Every each door locked
An evil slicker than oil
Beneath the rock & rubble
By the track
A reaching for the sky
A diamond ring hangs from an idle bone
Reach for the higher five
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7. |
modern malaise
01:43
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we've all got this feeling
it's our modern malaise
but you make me feel
like i'm alive again
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8. |
everlasting
05:06
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Like any man of chance
I’ve tumbled in reverse
Chasing thrill uphill
For a single line of verse
There’s an ocean built between us
It’s built the colour blue
I couldn’t stem the tide
That pulls me back towards you
What has been won?
I’d be your everlasting man
What has been lost?
I’ll never be yours
The harbour has been forgotten
It sees no sun or moon
The ocean has receded
From July through to June
Ain’t anybody out here
Just some lone dog on the pier
Stuck in silence waiting
For some someone to reappear
What has been won?
I’d be your everlasting man
What has been lost?
I’ll never be yours
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