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With mistletoe and candle green
To Halloween we go Ten murdered oranges bled on board ship Lent comedy to shame The cattle graze bolt uprightly Seducing down the door To saddle swords and meeting place We have no place to go Then wearily the footsteps worked The hallelujah crowds Too late but wait the long-legged bait Tripped uselessly around Sebastopol Adrianapolis The prayers of all combined Tear down the flags of ownership The walls are falling down A belt to hold Columbus too, perimeters of nails Perceived the Mamma's golden touch Good neighbours were we all |
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If the sacheting of gentlemen
Gives you grievance now and then What's needed are some memories of planing lakes Those planing lakes will surely calm you down Nothing frightens me more Than religion at my door I never answer panic knocking, falling Down the stairs upon the law What law? There's a law for everything And for Elephants that sing to keep The cows that agriculture won't allow Hanky Panky nohow Hanky Panky nohow oh |
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Old Taylor said
Old Taylor meant to cry -- oh my Field Marshall meant Field Marshall went away again Watch out below; the tides Lean heavily like wine We are all innocent in spite of you and me Then Martha went Yes Martha went away again Down in Transvaal Where Crocodiles and men fight on They would have played all night Even with loaded dice It's gold that eats the heart away and leaves The bones -- to dry Segovia watched Gendarmerie and all that's all The radio man Amanda did you choose your tune She walked away in time She walked a crooked line So gracefully she turned her head And smiled -- away |
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Welcome home Macbeth
It's been a long long time And everyone knows you're here It's easy to see they care Banquo's been and gone He's seen it all before He took it and then he did walk it He shook it and then he did rock it And you know it's true You never saw things quite that way She knew it all And made you see things all her way Somebody knows for sure It's gotta be me or it's gotta be you Come on along and tell me it's alright It's alright by me Alas for poor Macbeth He found a shallow grave But better than a painful death And quicker than his dying breath |
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She makes me so unsure of myself
Standing there but never ever talking sense Just a visitor you see So much wanting to be seen She'd open up the door and vaguely carry us away It's the customary thing to say or do To a disappointed proud man in his grief And on Fridays she'd be there But on Mondays not at all Just casually appearing from the clock across the hall You're a ghost la la la You're a ghost I'm in the church and I've come To claim you with my iron drum la la la The Continent's just fallen in disgrace William William William Rogers put it in its place Blood and tears from old Japan Caravans and lots of jam and maids of honor singing crying singing tediously Efficiency efficiency they say Get to know your job and tell the time of day As the crowds begin complaining How the Beaujolais is raining Down on darkened meetings on the Champs Elysee |
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You're having tea with Graham Greene
In a coloured costume of your choice And you'll be held in high esteem If you're seen in between Stiffly holding umbrellas Catching the fellows making the toast To the civil servant Carruthers Making the others worser than most You're making small talk now with the Queen And the elegant ladies in waiting You're very nervous they can all tell Pretty well they can tell So save yourselves for the hounds of hell They can have you all to themselves Since the fashion now is to give away All the things you love so well Welcome back to Chipping and Sodbury You can have another chance It must all seem like second nature Chopping down the people where they stand According to the latest score Mr. Enoch Powell is falling star So in future please bear in mind Don't see clear don't see far When the average social director Mistook a passenger for the conductor So shocking see the old Church of E Looking down on you and me |
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I suppose I'm glad I'm on this train
And it's long Somewhere between Dunkirk an Paris Most people here are still asleep But I'm awake Looking out from here -- at half-past France Things are much different here than Norway Not so cold Wonder when we'll be in Dundee Old Hollweg knows his way around He's no fool Wish I'd get to see my son again From here on it's got to be A simple case of them or me If they're alive then I am dead Pray God and eat your daily bread Take your time We're so far away Floating in this bay We're so far away from home Where we belong I'm not afraid now of the dark anymore And many mountains now are molehills Back in Berlin they're all well fed I don't care People always bored me anyway |
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The paranoid great movie queen
Sits idly fully armed The powder and mascara there A warning light for charm We see her every movie night The strong against the weak The lines come out and struggle with The empty voice that speaks Her heart is oh so tired now Of kindnesses gone by Like broken glasses in a drain Gone down but not well spent The road from Barbary to here She sold then stole right back The vanity, insanity her hungry heart forgave The fading bride's dull beauty grows Just begging to be seen Beneath the magic lights that reach from Barbary to here Her schoolhouse mind has windows now Where handsome creatures come to watch The anaesthetic wearing off Antarctica starts here |
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With mistletoe and candle green
To Halloween we go Ten murdered oranges bled on board ship Lent comedy to shame The cattle graze bolt uprightly Seducing down the door To saddle swords and meeting place We have no place to go Then wearily the footsteps worked The hallelujah crowds Too late but wait the long-legged bait Tripped uselessly around Sebastopol Adrianapolis The prayers of all combined Tear down the flags of ownership The walls are falling down A belt to hold Columbus too, perimeters of nails Perceived the Mamma's golden touch Good neighbours were we all |
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Old Taylor said
Old Taylor meant to cry -- oh my Field Marshall meant Field Marshall went away again Watch out below; the tides Lean heavily like wine We are all innocent in spite of you and me Then Martha went Yes Martha went away again Down in Transvaal Where Crocodiles and men fight on They would have played all night Even with loaded dice It's gold that eats the heart away and leaves The bones -- to dry Segovia watched Gendarmerie and all that's all The radio man Amanda did you choose your tune She walked away in time She walked a crooked line So gracefully she turned her head And smiled -- away |
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Welcome home Macbeth
It's been a long long time And everyone knows you're here It's easy to see they care Banquo's been and gone He's seen it all before He took it and then he did walk it He shook it and then he did rock it And you know it's true You never saw things quite that way She knew it all And made you see things all her way Somebody knows for sure It's gotta be me or it's gotta be you Come on along and tell me it's alright It's alright by me Alas for poor Macbeth He found a shallow grave But better than a painful death And quicker than his dying breath |
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I suppose I'm glad I'm on this train
And it's long Somewhere between Dunkirk an Paris Most people here are still asleep But I'm awake Looking out from here -- at half-past France Things are much different here than Norway Not so cold Wonder when we'll be in Dundee Old Hollweg knows his way around He's no fool Wish I'd get to see my son again From here on it's got to be A simple case of them or me If they're alive then I am dead Pray God and eat your daily bread Take your time We're so far away Floating in this bay We're so far away from home Where we belong I'm not afraid now of the dark anymore And many mountains now are molehills Back in Berlin they're all well fed I don't care People always bored me anyway |
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