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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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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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Cat Black, you know she's back
Been six weeks since she blew her stack Now she's fine, she's all mine I'm gonna stop her blowin' her mind again Cat Black she's my honey All she wants to do is spend my money She's a real-gone chick and I love her so Knocks me out when she does the rock 'n' roll, yeah Cat Black you know I'm pleased There's my heart, and here's the keys to my Cadillac, hey Cat Black You look all pretty, let's get turned on And fade away Cat Black she's so sweet She's so pretty I can hardly speak Dresses in jeans, gets on scenes She's kind and she's fine to me Cat Black, you know she's back Been six weeks since she blew her stack Now she's fine she's all mine I'm gonna stop her blowin' her mind again [Repeat last verse] |
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Conesuala, Lady tailor,
Weaving deep beneath the sun, Making things for everything that run, run, Hermitized one you're my little summer maid, Orchard eyed one take my love Holy Grail head, deep forest fed, Weaving deep beneath the moon, Quiver mouth chants a crooning moon rune. |
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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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Find a little wood
And have a little sleep, sleep there Find a little wood And have a little sleep, sleep there Find a little wood And have a little sleep, sleep there Like the sun and the sea You'll soon wash away all cares Find a little stream And have a little dream, dream there Find a little stream And have a little dream, dream there Find a little stream And have a little dream, dream there Like the windy moon You'll soon shed all your cares Oh love is like a beautiful girl who smiles for you Find a little wood And have a little sleep, sleep there Find a little wood And have a little sleep, sleep there Find a little wood And have a little sleep, sleep there Like the windy moon You'll soon shed all your cares Oh love is like a beautiful girl who smiles for you DIB COCHRAN AND THE EARWIGS |
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Once upon the Seas of Abyssinia
A cultured man with rings Within his ear-lobes Locked the door From which the sun arose A man at noon With shadows on his cheek bone Singed for sleep To use him as a pillow His robes of chintz were melting In the snows The stars with eyes Embedded in his footprints Wept sweet words From his remembered childhood Poets of the skies Look long and hard Once upon the Seas of Abyssinia A cultured man with rings Within his ear-lobes Locked the door From which the sun arose La, la, la, la, da, da, da, da, la, la, la, la.... (repeat til fade) |
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Met a woman she's spouting prose
She's got luggage eyes and a roman nose Her body is slung from side to side Need a lift she said much obliged I'm riding piggy-back Then I came to her shack We go inside the place it's a mess She said my name's the liquid poetess She unties her mouth And her buckskin dress She drinks from a bottle labelled tenderness I'm in one hand in the other's a can She puts me in the can And smiles through the wall I got the horror's cos I'm one inch tall Next thing I know's a girl by my side Dressed in a bayleaf she's trying to hide I asked her name she said Germaine Do the rock do the one inch rock. |
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Small girl with the smiling 'gibbon
Bridled with an orchid ribbon His curved brow in Scarlatti fashion Boots that ride the night sky eagle An old crone squirms upon a cushion Made from Madras silk and satin Her steel eyes hold a scimitar passion For the skull hewn in Scarlatti fashion. A cobra seer with the punctured ear Slaughtered a Malayan sun bear Night stood erect with brozen haunches Zapped the seer and gave the bear back to us Salamanda Palaganda Oh Palamino Blue Salamanda Palaganda June's Buffalo too In the Parisian zoo. |
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Sat 'neath the eyes of the lofty skies
We were chained by the rain to the pain of our love We kissed and cried Held 'neath the bars of the tangling stars We were pinned by the might of the warrior night We kissed and cried O this time of love moves me. |
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Stacey Grove he's a roaming prophet of mine,
Hat full of wine. Stacey Grove he's a roving catcher of skies, Forecaster of eyes, so no lies. Dungaree dome is decked like a pagan temple to Zeus He drinks acorn juice. Roasting his feet by the furnace of peat, He roars at the boars who massively sleep at his feet. Antelope head his beard skylark red Is tucked 'neath the good of his summer sun hood. And now that the gate of his evening is late He sits on a log picking ticks off the back of his dog. Oh he's a nice cat |
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Light all the fires,
It's the King of the Rumbling Spires, Light all the fires, It's the King and he's coming home. We're so windy fair Priestess of my young soul Mighty eagles pair On the peace of your hair. Light all the fires, It's the King of the Rumbling Spires Light all the fires, It's the King and he's coming home. Doi doi doi |
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Gypsy Girl, oh twisty pearl
Sat upon the stoney pale mare Beltane Eve, by the fires you grieve With your deep Babylonian hair (chorus) Blessed Wild Apple Girl move along now Blessed Wild Apple Girl move along now Blessed Wild Apple Girl Gypsy girl, oh twisty girl Your hands are dangled with flowers Tangled torn, so stately born For a throne in the (hill) halls of Ireland (chorus) Fools have said the hills are dead But her nose is a rose of the Shee A silver sword by an ancient ford Was my gift from this child of the trees (chorus to end) |
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Torch girl of the marshes
Her kiss is a whip of the moon Dawn's damsels are dancing To the hum of her sunny young tune Gems hemmed in the heart's head The shield of the rivers is hers She one told me to think white And the night disappeared like a bird Hold the glove of gold behind you Love the love of Truth. |
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