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No switch in this dark, but you search anyway
This is the night, here in the day One thing remains perfectly clear It's the buzz buzz buzz in the drum of the ear Zee zee zee, zum zum Buzz buzz, buzz buzz in the eardrum Now you live in the world of the wave And you scratch your name on the walls of the cave Instincts never leave you perfectly clear There's always a buzz buzz buzz in the drum of the ear Zee zee zee, zum zum Buzz buzz, buzz buzz in the eardrum Marco Polo has lost his way The Louisville Lip has nothing to say One thing remains perfectly clear The buzz buzz buzz in the drum of the ear Zee zee zee, zum zum Buzz buzz, buzz buzz in the eardrum Custard Jack has lost his Mac Captain Flash won't give it back It seemed to them both perfectly clear The buzz buzz buzz in the drum of the ear Buffalo Bill, deprived of will Chasing a hamburger down the hill It seemed to him perfectly clear The buzz buzz buzz in the drum of the ear Zee zee zee, zum zum Buzz buzz, buzz buzz in the eardrum Adolf turned out very nice Hannibal is afraid of mice One thing remains perfectly clear It's the buzz buzz buzz in the drum of the ear Zee zee zee, zum zum Buzz buzz, buzz buzz in the eardrum |
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Hook fear lashing
Spit-gas sinking Tired reflections In a broken eye You're a strange one Are there any more like you? You're a rare one I want one too Head collections Private view Flood damaged In a baby plague Effete means funny dreams Offence on refusal Look out Dr. Up It's a boy as usual |
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Would he say, "yeah"?
Would he say, "no"? What would he say? What would he say? Give them the chance Give them the chance What do you like? What do you love? Where did he go? What did he do? [What have you done?] [Give them the chop?] |
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Gifts of the west winds
Dark and deep In secret sunset Places creep Lock up your hats Lock up your hats Progress with a vision To practice with at home A schism with an ism To practice with at home A collision with decision To practice with at home He transferred his soul To his imagination His atoms were excited And he glowed in the dark The boiling boy Was a picture of confusion But he had the advantage Of a cold start heart |
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Something snapped, over and over
Something snapped, over the horizon Something burst, over and over Something burst, just out of sight Like a rope on the border, over and over Like a damn on the boundary, just out of sight Over and over, just below the skyline Over and over, just out of sight Something broke, over and over Something broke, over the way Something dropped, over and over Something dropped, just out of sight Over and over, just below the skyline Over and over, just out of sight Over and under, under the sideline Over and under, just out of sight |
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I got to be for the offer of virtue
Once in and taken apart This is the shape of interference Please don't adjust your heart Now touching the edges of something Wanting to find truer response Could I ever erase the influence? Brushing in against what's (already) understood Dredging shifting basing phrasing Once in and taken to heart I fought your red colour I scratch your head again Staring trying embracing gazing I shot your silver dollar Fill the space within your heart You wear my golden collar |
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With colour in your life there's a reason to explode
To set the world on fire To skid and leave the road In a black and white life there's a column of smoke You don't burst into flame, you stop When you're broke In vitrio in vivo The revolution's begun In vitrio in vivo In a star-filled world the full moon crosses the sun Four minutes up Two million's gone And bang: he invades The son of a gun, the son Of a gun The chemical defeater saved the elephant's life A wild type junk genie With a car-bra heaven wide And bang, he invades The son of a gun, the son Of a gun |
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