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Hot rod mama moving like a motor cycle devil in a race
Blown out my mind, I can't keep up the pace I'm selling all my midnight, still broke and living on the ground My gone little mama cut out without a sound With my greased-up levis, baseball boots above my head If it wasn't such a tragedy I might wish I was dead She took my ice-cream mustang and my purple coloured dodeville She even took my panpipes and my elixir of life pill |
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Smile your smile Mister Scenescof
Its not hard to have run off On a physical ride With my babe by your side Smile your smile for a while It was grand to have known her It was grand to have known her I don't need anyone To dictate all my fun Smile your smile and then run |
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Mountain eyes, peeping out of his head
Sipping tea composing in his bed A hundred hands working on a musical of old Debussy and Mendelssohn Handel and Dvorak of old Child star protege of Mister Gormez Who said you'd go far Child star, they do not see just what a precious gem you'd be Sad to see them watching you fade into invisibility Twelve years old, your elvish fingers kiss your Beethoven hair The awesome people stare They're unaware of all the angel sounds they see and hear Debussy and Mendelssohn Handel and Dvorak of old Child star protege of Mister Gormez Who said you'd go far Child star and when you died at just thirteen they wept and wrung their hair Sad to see them mourning you when you are there Within the flowers and the trees |
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Saw a face in a conical of lace, it was a strange orchestra
Mannequin skin pounding on a bass-drum, strange orchestra Lilliputian, evil in the eyes of the man with the leaf harp He lusts for the urchin hiding under mountains of moleskin A big cat like t-tyrannosaurus going to Lilliput The ensemble make a tiny rumble, the celloist solos The sky blackens and the bass string slackens and they stand statuesquely Then they giggle and they wiggle through the door in the big dark oak tree |
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Broken English words cracked the air like a bell
She had a chateau in Virginia Waters Free from all those culture vultures Her silver car a silver cloud cloaked the air in a shroud Her pearly author's teeth tore the seasoned cedar coloured pheasant Her one rich wish is to write a book about A Venetian mother's problems on a barge in little Venice She peers at the portrait of her poetess grandmother Who's theatrical in character Wise just like Socrates She sinks her nails into the aged canvas But the power from the wordster's head was cool and shrill and frightening Miss Drag is intermingled with the powder-blue chaise lounge She types some acid words to her hairless Havana art dealer Her one rich wish is to write a book about a chateau in Virginia Waters Free from all those culture vultures |
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I saw a little man who had a toy trumpet
He sat on a stone with his lips to the mouthpiece He was deaf dumb and blind so he couldn't quite make it When out of the horn came a solid silver genie Who was made just to make the little man happy As the man made sounds the genie painted fluid, Mind-blowing visions on the little man's brain-box Everybody small with no lips to play the trumpet Everybody living inside a giant deaf aid Everybody's eyes crucified to the tapestry Woven by the giant with the solid silver genie Who plays the trumpet |
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M-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-my Mustang Ford
My Baby she knows I'm on a scene My baby keeps asking where I've been My baby's guessing that I'm messing It's all put together with alligator leather. My Baby she knows I'm no fool My baby she says hey keep cool My baby don't realise I'm hypnotised It's all put together with alligator leather M-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-my Mustang Ford |
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Afghan woman, deemed a princess
Born a true blue thoroughbred Head a chiselled face of fables Omen of no ill Hills that spread around your chamber Blooms that twine around your ears Blossoms of the royalest texture angel of the years Clad in sacks and scraps of linen Living 'neath your waterwell Praying that my youthy pauper's face Will quench you well Gazelle girl striding through your palace Precious jewels nestle in your hair Rameses born with platinum future Take my heart and care. |
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Night comes down just like a giant umbrella
Slows me down, got to get it together Saxophone sage plays upon her doorstep Evening's lies are dying all around him Head of plumes and crimson ostrich feathers 8th Hussars' manners gush out of my bloodstream, my queen Clad in drag of oriental beggar Ju-ju beads holding me all together |
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Hot rod mama moving like a motor cycle devil in a race
Blown out my mind, I can't keep up the pace I'm selling all my midnight, still broke and living on the ground My gone little mama cut out without a sound With my greased-up levis, baseball boots above my head If it wasn't such a tragedy I might wish I was dead She took my ice-cream mustang and my purple coloured dodeville She even took my panpipes and my elixir of life pill |
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Smile your smile Mister Scenescof
Its not hard to have run off On a physical ride With my babe by your side Smile your smile for a while It was grand to have known her It was grand to have known her I don't need anyone To dictate all my fun Smile your smile and then run |
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Mountain eyes, peeping out of his head
Sipping tea composing in his bed A hundred hands working on a musical of old Debussy and Mendelssohn Handel and Dvorak of old Child star protege of Mister Gormez Who said you'd go far Child star, they do not see just what a precious gem you'd be Sad to see them watching you fade into invisibility Twelve years old, your elvish fingers kiss your Beethoven hair The awesome people stare They're unaware of all the angel sounds they see and hear Debussy and Mendelssohn Handel and Dvorak of old Child star protege of Mister Gormez Who said you'd go far Child star and when you died at just thirteen they wept and wrung their hair Sad to see them mourning you when you are there Within the flowers and the trees |
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Broken English words cracked the air like a bell
She had a chateau in Virginia Waters Free from all those culture vultures Her silver car a silver cloud cloaked the air in a shroud Her pearly author's teeth tore the seasoned cedar coloured pheasant Her one rich wish is to write a book about A Venetian mother's problems on a barge in little Venice She peers at the portrait of her poetess grandmother Who's theatrical in character Wise just like Socrates She sinks her nails into the aged canvas But the power from the wordster's head was cool and shrill and frightening Miss Drag is intermingled with the powder-blue chaise lounge She types some acid words to her hairless Havana art dealer Her one rich wish is to write a book about a chateau in Virginia Waters Free from all those culture vultures |
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I saw a little man who had a toy trumpet
He sat on a stone with his lips to the mouthpiece He was deaf dumb and blind so he couldn't quite make it When out of the horn came a solid silver genie Who was made just to make the little man happy As the man made sounds the genie painted fluid, Mind-blowing visions on the little man's brain-box Everybody small with no lips to play the trumpet Everybody living inside a giant deaf aid Everybody's eyes crucified to the tapestry Woven by the giant with the solid silver genie Who plays the trumpet |
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M-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-my Mustang Ford
My Baby she knows I'm on a scene My baby keeps asking where I've been My baby's guessing that I'm messing It's all put together with alligator leather. My Baby she knows I'm no fool My baby she says hey keep cool My baby don't realise I'm hypnotised It's all put together with alligator leather M-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-my Mustang Ford |
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Afghan woman, deemed a princess
Born a true blue thoroughbred Head a chiselled face of fables Omen of no ill Hills that spread around your chamber Blooms that twine around your ears Blossoms of the royalest texture angel of the years Clad in sacks and scraps of linen Living 'neath your waterwell Praying that my youthy pauper's face Will quench you well Gazelle girl striding through your palace Precious jewels nestle in your hair Rameses born with platinum future Take my heart and care. |
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Night comes down just like a giant umbrella
Slows me down, got to get it together Saxophone sage plays upon her doorstep Evening's lies are dying all around him Head of plumes and crimson ostrich feathers 8th Hussars' manners gush out of my bloodstream, my queen Clad in drag of oriental beggar Ju-ju beads holding me all together |
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Sitting all alone, looking at the throne of the one I used to love
Sitting all alone, looking at the stone of my lovely inca love The huntress stands, with peacock hands she'd take me to where she lie She sighs so deep, it rocks the river of her stomach sky The oval moon, it tans the faun who holds grapes for my love Sitting all alone, sitting in the throne of my lovely inca love Hare krishna I come from a time where the burning of trees was a crime, I lived by a sea where to be was a thing of true joy, My people were fair and had sky in their hair, But now they're content to wear stars on their brows. |
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Mountain eyes, peeping out of his head
Sipping tea composing in his bed A hundred hands working on a musical of old Debussy and Mendelssohn Handel and Dvorak of old Child star protege of Mister Gormez Who said you'd go far Child star, they do not see just what a precious gem you'd be Sad to see them watching you fade into invisibility Twelve years old, your elvish fingers kiss your Beethoven hair The awesome people stare They're unaware of all the angel sounds they see and hear Debussy and Mendelssohn Handel and Dvorak of old Child star protege of Mister Gormez Who said you'd go far Child star and when you died at just thirteen they wept and wrung their hair Sad to see them mourning you when you are there Within the flowers and the trees |
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Broken English words cracked the air like a bell
She had a chateau in Virginia Waters Free from all those culture vultures Her silver car a silver cloud cloaked the air in a shroud Her pearly author's teeth tore the seasoned cedar coloured pheasant Her one rich wish is to write a book about A Venetian mother's problems on a barge in little Venice She peers at the portrait of her poetess grandmother Who's theatrical in character Wise just like Socrates She sinks her nails into the aged canvas But the power from the wordster's head was cool and shrill and frightening Miss Drag is intermingled with the powder-blue chaise lounge She types some acid words to her hairless Havana art dealer Her one rich wish is to write a book about a chateau in Virginia Waters Free from all those culture vultures |
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Dug a re dug n dug a re dug etc.
Oh Debora, always look like a zebra Your sunken face is like a galleon Clawed with mysteries of the Spanish Main, oh Debora... Dug a re dug etc. (Ex tempore) Debora Oh Debora, always dress like a conjuror It's fine to see your young face hiding 'Neath the stallion that I'm riding, Debora... (Ex tempore) Dug a re dug etc. (Ex tempore) Debora Dug a re dug n dug a re dug etc. Oh Debora, you look like a stallion Oh Debora, you look like a stallion Your sunken face is like a galleon Clawed with mysteries of the Spanish Main Oh Debora |
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