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It's true darling, I'll walk you home
I'll be your date forever I love you girl, I love you Until they split the atom So many times, there's nothing left There's nothing left at all I know I'm right, cause when you're gone There's nothing left at all Left right, salute |
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You have nothing to fear
I'm just making enquiries Dog bone hunting Gives you back to yourself Standing before me The gargoyle turns Jutting jaws and The stubble burns I shift the blame To the worm in the bottle I shift the blame To anyone standing before |
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You've been searching high and low, still so far to go
You've been searching everywhere, I know you care Walking down the endless street, what will you meet? Who knows, who knows? You'll keep on searching till the very end For one true lover and for one true friend You'll get your answer on the whispering wind When you find it, just don't let go Laughed with saints and cried with clowns, lived that up and down Walked out in the pouring rain to stop your pain Cried out on a mountain high, why life goes by? Why love can die, oh why? |
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Sailing under a false flag
We're crossing the IDL Becalmed where no creature lives Lost, forsaken, cursed Holed below the water line A shift in the plimsoll line Pumps in the engine room Women and children first Hysterical, no humour Sabotage, a rumour Ca |
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I was sold up the river to the red slave trade
The stores were gathered, the plans were laid Synchronised watches at 18:05 How many dead or alive In 1955 The pink flags was screaming Bugle boys sucked and blew No time for confessions, orders given Books were cooked, on the 4th of the 3rd How many seen or heard On the 12th of the 3rd How many dead or alive |
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There's something strange going on tonight
There's something going on that's not quite right Joey's nervous and the lights are bright There's something going on that's not quite right There's something going down that wasn't here before Keep your eyes glued to the floor No one's gonna save your life Something strange going on tonight There's something going on that wasn't here before Keep your eyes glued to the floor No one's gonna save your life Something strange going on tonight There's something strange going on tonight There's something going on that's not quite right Joey's nervous and the lights are bright There's something going on that's not quite right |
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Sitting in a surgeon's world, a surgeon's will
A surgeon's girl with me Standing on a river bed, where weeds can be I'm on my knee, to you I've seen in glossy mags I've seen you and you see me I've seen you and you see me Said you weren't a tuna fish, put in a tin They're very big, Ha Ha I've seen in glossy mags I've seen you and you see me I've seen you and you see me |
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Practice makes perfect, yes I can prove it
Business or pleasure, the more that you do it Please dress in your best things, this course was unplanned 'Cause you see up in my bedroom I've got Sarah Bernhardt's hand Practice makes perfect, I've done this bef |
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You're a waste of space
No natural grace You're so bloody thin You don't even begin To intrest me Not even curiousity It's not animosity It's just you don't interest me You're an energy void A black hole to avoid No style, no heart You don't even start To interest me Not even curiousity It's not animosity It's just you don't interest me |
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Start to move
Time at hand Bird in hand No bush but trees thicken Which now, rooster or chicken? Leave the past Feel the wrench Smell the stench Was good, but flesh soon rots Emotions, we all got spots Please believe me I still do care Please believe me I'm just not there |
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Well I wonder what's going on
Same old stuff suppopse Not quite right that The stuff's the same But it's different to me Seems like the cancer in the city Has got to be terminal I haven't got it through Incidentally where are you? Thought you lived here The bright lights have got you I'd rather be a sprat than a mackerel You can slip through the net It's set It also takes one to catch one |
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Natural splits sunburn jets price marks smart bets
Strikers luck pitch backs heap tips pit slacks Dressed pints demon shrinks bread drunk dead drinks Stretch clubs models box draw skin black shocks Money spines paper lung kidney bingos organ fun Flag stun |
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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 transfered 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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Mist closing in, getting thicker
One drops out, becoming quicker Lights grow dim, they glimmer The chances smaller, the odds are slimmer Dot dash, dip flash, don't crash Loosening my grip Be sure to tread carefully Steering a passage Finding a line Cross to comply, crossply Progressive acceleration, skidding but the expression Remains pan, radiators for all Radial, I'm still in control, I understand, a hand, a hand moved me Driven by self-propulsion Turning right across the stream The risks increased with sustained leisure Courting death, so ill at... .ease |
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Think of a number
divide it by two, something is nothing nothing is nothing Open a box tear off the lid then think of a number don't think of an answer Open your eyes think of a number don't get swept under a number's a number A chance encunter you want to avoid the inevitable, so you do, oh yes you do t he impossible Now you ain't got a number you just want to rhumba and there ain't no way you're gonna go under Go under |
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In an act of contrition
I lay down by your side It's not your place to comment On my state of distress For this is for real I've tears in my eyes Am I laughing or crying? I suggest I'm not lying I haven't found a measure yet to Calibrate my displeasure yet so To ignore my warning Could be your folly The judgment is harsh I offer no plea Valuing the vengeance which you treasure I've redefined the meaning of vendetta The procession's disordered You protect your possessions In light of your actions I question your love May I make an observation Your bite is worse than my aggression I should have known better I should have known better Than to become a target Albeit a target which moves No offer of terms or concessions For statements or confessions You don't feel warm I pass close by You shiver, I whisper Excuse me, what's your problem? Oh, I see I should have known better |
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There's great danger
For the lonliest ranger of all No silver bullets Tonto's split the scene Next week will solve your problems But now, fish fingers all in a line The milk bottles stand empty Stay glued to your T. V. set There's great danger At hand most caped crusader of all No cloak of justice Robin's flown the nest |
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What is this feeling called love?
What is this crazy thing I can't explain anyhow? What is this feeling called love? What is this crazy scene I can't work out anyhow? Maybe I should try it now Or maybe I should be shy of it now 'Cause there's nothing you know that can explain it And there's nothing you know that's worth the pain of it What is this feeling called love? What is this thing I can't work out no how? What is this feeling called love? What is this thing I don't understand no how? Gimme love |
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Tears fall in slivers, you broke my shades
The light too bright, let me bury my heart Filter emotions of green, cowardicee gives blue A restricted view, let me open my heart I have a fleeting love Searching when it lands Fragile, needing precious hands Fragile You eat my energy, give me more rope Nail in the wall, let me hang my heart I have a fleeting love Searching when it lands Fragile, needing precious hands Fragile |
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saw you in a mag
kissing a man saw you in a mag kissing a man smoking a fag kissing a man saw you in a mag kissing a man yeah saw you in a mag kissing a man saw you in a mag kissing a man smoking a fag kissing a man saw you in a mag kissing a man yeah got you in a corner got you in a corner got you in a corner got you in a corner got you in a cottage got you in a corner got you in a corner oh no no no |
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I catch the word, don't refrain
Oh no it's not the same In two halves but quickly growing whole It's not the past again In double figures for the first time Oh no it's not the same There may be a story to be told But it's not the past again It's time to get out now Everybody loves the mystery Everybody loves their history It's not my problem now Everybody loves the mystery Everybody loves their history Implications, back and up Oh no it's not the same In twp parts and waiting to be told That it's not the past again In time and sequence, paraphrased Oh no it's not the same In two halves but quickly growing whole And it's not the past again |
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If you keep on repeating,
Repeating a word, It becomes increasing, Increasingly absurd. SO LOVING, I'm intending to, Pretending. I thought I was in, But now I'm trying to get out, I'm learning the twist, Ignoring the shouts. SO ADOR eye eyeing, I'm enquiring, Perspiring. My options are open, And it's up to me, Things are so trying, So trying for me. SO TIR eye eyeing, I'm spying something, SO TIR eye eyeing, I'm spying something. |
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Always cause for concern
When you're feeling quite bright And your filament burns I feel mysterious today Everything is humming loudly I feel mysterious today Everything is coming this way Is it ever appealing To stand on a ceiling? Observe the tension grow Going walking abroad Minus hat before dawn Bats in profusion there Did you ever conceive That you too can leave Exactly when you like? |
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Two people in a room
Facial movements betray A private display Of nervous disorder And mutual torture Two people in a room Bloody image is conjured But no one is injured The weapons are chosen But the action is frozen Two people in a room Positions are shifted The ceasefire uplifted The lighting is fierce It's intended to pierce Any cloak of deceit And encourage retreat And God they're so gifted My God they're so gifted |
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Reviewed, it seemed
As if someone were watching over it Before it was As if response were based on fact Providing, deciding, it was soon there Squared to it, faced to it, it was not there Renewed, it fought As if it had a cause to live for Denied, it learned As if it had sooner been destroyed Providing, deciding, it was soon there Squared to it, faced to it, it was not there Reviewed, it fought As if someone were watching over it Before it had sooner been denied Renewed, it seemed As if it had a cause to live for Destroyed, it was later based on fact |
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The island monkeys love the dark
No one is home, they're thin skinned sharks Hue exchanging gives sea-leg walks No one is home, the chemicals talk Load up the spoiled goods Hook up the spoiled gods Fill up the kindness cups Drink up the finest drops Feedi |
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I've found something
No one else is looking for I've found something That there's no use for And what's more I'm keeping it to myself I'm leaning over backwards Shoulders pressed to the floor I'm leaning over backwards Shoulders pressed to the door Two falls or one submission Or a single K.O. Two falls or one submission Or a single K.O. But what's one submission Amongst friends? |
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I'm tired of being told what to think
I'm tired of being told what to do I'm tired of fucking phonies That's right, I'm tired of you No, no, no, no, no, no, Mr. Suit You can take your fucking money and shove it up your arse 'Cause you think you understand |
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Closing doors
Opens eyes To the fatal gift Of a well timed lie Loved in the flesh But butchered in the mind Oh what a pearl What a well made world Holy globe Eternal home Sacred sphere So glad I'm here Oh what a pearl What a well made world |
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It's sinister
I'd attempt a casual structure Preceding interaction Symphonic in persuasion Noblesse oblige Each minister Is just a drop compared with Having double vision It's desirable in part Refuse the ruse Deciding each devise If you don't think twice Once is enough, once is enough Preparing its demise It's something you'll devise Once is enough, once is enough In passing You sprang a leak instead You'd sooner see its piety You'd replied in its course Before you Resume transmission You retiring I'll respond with curtained thought A pause for intermission My advice is simple |
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I never know which version I'm going to be
I seem to have so many choices open to me It's not hard to see another unique event When you miss the beginning and you miss the end I've got forty versions all dying to get the part And so with a change of mind comes a change of heart A total eclipse arrives now and Niagara Falls No loss of blood yet and no further calls I never know which version I'm going to be I get the feeling my mind is deceiving me In between are where only edges can be seen of the spaces |
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You gained respect as we passed
Not a wave, a gestured wink I was forced to think I couldn't ignore I've seen you before Joking aside, face to face It's the one I cannot place A hint might enlarge your imprint I think I've had a taste of a savoury Denial would be a waste Lying prone Hiding in a column, between SALE and ZDRK Sky, sand, and moorland, shepherd's delight But not in the sun Which stops you from walking I might find you But I lack the patience Passed a corner, you'd been stolen Ate a meal, you'd been defaced |
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With all the front
And more besides Bitch, thrust, and parry And a few asides With considerable charm You chose not to decide I really like you Becomes my massage I really want you Becomes my message But how long can we sustain Ourselves apart? The pressure's increasing it Squeezes my heart I bought a ticket You took a walk So much to say We're unable to talk Suffering in silence Our eyes give it away So close as we part A touching display Colouring my thoughts Predominately grey and Fighting bravely Will she save me? From what or who I do not know |
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As a mutual friend it was difficult to pretend
That I was anything less than concerned Hearing of your troubles Has forced me to double My interest in your current affairs It's no use despising a new unknown horizon Now your son has set his sights on the moon So precipitous a decision has clouded your vision And altered the pitch of your tune Please don't turn a deaf ear to the noises you hear While savagely your love you prune For he might replace the old with the moon He might replace the old with the moon In March, April, May, and June July, August, September, soon He might replace the old with the moon It could be October November, or even December So in January and February, remember He might replace the old with the moon He might replace the old quite soon |
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Warning warning
Free-falling divisions Re-calling re-calling Fast past admissions Foolish words No nervous laughter Safety first Gives always after Drag my canal You saucy old salt Pale in belief I'm not without fault Scaffolding climber Rudolf roof-walker Aids binocular Clear a path Jonah Experienced water Water transporter Marine slaver Experiment in coda |
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In this public place
Pigeons move busily Through the contents Of a man's life In this public place His last mortal remains Reflect a private lake In this public place Lies fly in formation Candid fiction spreads its wings It's deceptive at this angle Does truth dance? Does truth sing? The private hedge pissers In anxious alleys The village boy-wide-men With a game on their hands Wait for the sign That will take them to Heaven Wait for the sign Only they understand In this public place A carved tree Burst through an atheist's heart And broken promises Drifted into the shape of footprints In this public place Lies fly in-formation Candid fiction spreads its wings |
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An unwilling sailor adrift from Artic waters
As the water gets warmer, my iceburg gets smaller As he pours more petrol on, he feels no fear As the flames get nearer, its thought gets clearer A blue-white polar bear arrives at the end Diverting his attenti |
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The time is too short
but never too long to reach ahead, to project the image, which will in time become a concrete dream. Another cigarette, another day, from A to B, again avoiding C, D, and E, 'cause E is where you play the blues. Avoiding a death is t |
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Our own correspondant is sorry to tell
Of an uneasy time that all is not well On the borders there's movement In the hills there is trouble Food is short, crime is double Prices have risen since the government fell Casualties increase as the enemy shell T |
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A dorsal fin breaks the water
Salted meat a sudden relapse Inference drawn from every word Being sucked in again Feeling numbed from anaesthetised flesh Avoid disgrace, ideas still fresh The gaping mouth, a fish-wive's dream Bound and gagged your labour's saved The cost minute, the rules are waved No hand, no step, your labour's in vain |
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I feel icy
I feel cold I feel old Is there something there behind me? I'm sublime I feel empty I feel dark I remark I am mesmerised By my own beat Like a heartbeat (In its own beat) |
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Crooks lay in a weighted state waiting for the dead assassin while the rust pure powder puffs, a shimmering opaque red. Papers spread, no-one driving, we hurled direct ahead, the windows dark-green tinted, the hearse a taxi instead. Snow storms forecast imminently in areas Dogger, Viking, Moray, Forth, and Orkney. Keeping cover in denuded scrub, the school destroyed raised the club, panic spreading with threat of fire. Crowding beneath a layer of foam, refugees intertwined, alone. Within the institution walls, in pastel blue, clinical white, slashed red lipsticked walls, mercy nurse tonight. Seems like dark grey stockings in the raking torchlight with 4 AM stubble, a midnight transvestite.
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You'll be sorry when the sun has roasted you to
Lobster red, nothing said When yellow has turned green to brown, divide by four Multiply by nine, describe your divisions, anatomical derision Lobster head and lobster feet On arriving with a third language |
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I didn't understand your plea to live
Or the guy's wish to take or give However, as backing away, he fell and lay dead amongst the fireworks display It's not quite the way to say your goodbyes It's not quite the way to behave Secured you a concrete grave beneath a motoway Gold scissors cut the ribbon And set them loose On the opening day the vibrations will shake your bones but that's just the disadvantage of not speaking a second language (The problems and bad reception resulting in blurred perception) |
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Crawling
Over your window you think I'm confused I'm waiting for the divergent wasp To complete my current ruse You use a plate-glass screen To protect my chosen target But there's an air-pellet hole I can crawl through to you I am the fly in the ointment I can spread more disease than the fleas Which nibble away at your window display Yes I am the fly in the ointment I shake you down to say please as you Accept the next dose of disease |
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So truly jolly, an Xmas dolly
I talk on request, I'm never depressed I'll wink a good time till someone pokes me One big blue eye out So simply heady, a birthday teddy Punches make me bleat, this bare soul is sweet Keeping you warm at night till someone rubs me Hey, a fun-filled toy Free on a tightrope lives the animal soap Safe, used, been tested, body molester Amphibious charm, scum in several baths Has blurred my features Would you like to say What that silence was meant to intend? Would you like to see What violence these eyes can send To your heart From the nursery |
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Does the pain remain when the head is turned
And the body walks away? You used to know Does nausea ensue when you chance upon a memory Of someone you used to know? Does warmth increase when the pulse is strong But the response is weak? You used to know I just lay down guidelines in front of me It's similar to the things you do to me I'll give you an example typically It's less complicated than it simply should be |
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Oh you should miss her, she says she's my sister
She's never hard to find She's tender-trusting, she's everlasting Can I change my mind? Is it too late to change my mind? Mirror, mirror, icy sister Love is never blind She's slowly turning, mouth gently burning Can I change my mind? She pisses icy water on poetic mornings Got to be cruel to be kind Is this real life, is it for life? Can I change my mind? |
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No blind spots in the leopard's eyes
Can only help to jeopardise The lives of lambs, the shepherd cries An outdoor life for a silverfish Eternal dust less ticklish Than the clean room, a houseguest's wish He lies on his side, is he trying to hide? In fact it's the earth, which he's known since birth Face worker, a serpentine miner A roof falls, an underliner Of leaf structure, the egg timer |
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Once a question of degree
Now circumstances corner me Demanding my attention Leaving little choice Posing several questions Distilling in one voice Confusion not in words I didn't want a problem I didn't simply fall out I was thrown at great speed From a passing car I didn't touch the ground Till I landed at your door Oh don't touch my luggage I can easily (surely) manage To struggle inside I hide my shaking Thus protect my pride I can surely manage To tremble inside Gathering myself And spreading it around Rivers are submerging Flowing underground Can I really manage To survive outside? Can I really manage To survive outside? Can I? Can I? Can I? Can I? |
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Doubting Thomas parks his car in his Sunday best
Taps his wallet, straightens tie, lights a cigarette Pilgrim's progress, no journey's end Which way Michael? Through the door he scans the bar, then a space appears His drink is poured, for he is numb, the |
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