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The minute I get out of my tent,
My garden is covered with cement. The minute I went, And Radio One blasting outside. Asterisk. Twixt light and dark He said I'm a handyman. He was a handyman. Hewas a handyman. He was handyman. I said what you doing round that grave? Said I'm a handyman I saw you chatting to my wife Between the light and door. It was a handyman And the minute I got outta my tent.... Go out. Ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha ha.... They have cheese. Not me. It was a handy a-handy a-handy man Conditions not good job You try and try to get under Just bang around Just bang around . Ha ha ha ha. And it does not cut me down. And Sunday nights don't get out anymore. |
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Das Vulture Ans Das Nutter-Wain
Das Vulture Ans Das Nutter-Wain La la la la la la Das Vulture Ans Das Nutter Ein Wain Vulture Ans Das Nutter-Wain Vulture Ans Das Nutter Ein Wain Jester Jester Parson's prayer So few and far between Down and out Carry on clown Paint your face And close your mouth Vulture Ein das Nutter La la la la la la Vulture Das Vulture Ans Das Ans Ein Nutter Wain Vulture Ans Ein Nutter-Wain La la la la la la La la la la la la Carry on clown Ans Vulture Ans Ein Nutter-Wain |
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I don't want to go back anymore.
I don't wanna go to work in the rain. No more toast grilled on the heater. No more of that A&R girl. And having to meet her. My personage It writes everywhere (in race anywhere) You Pep! And I stick my Parker pen under my ear Beneath my own carefully scruffed hair. What I wear Have to check out of Moody's lair Hang on Hang on, leaves your bad house with me Into the room of the bass player. Why won't you go up stairs? You Pep! Don't think he's don't get in slippy North-old-hamptonshire. I believe there's a new drug out. It's called speed I wrote a song about it Conceptually a la Bowie. But it's been lost in the vaults of the record company By our manager So instead our new 45 is 'Girlies' (Eckides) on, brown tonguer Yours, brattingly. Everyone says "please" Anyway is a waste of life Wait to say it in Lancashire You Pep! You had the best summer And now it's wearing off. No more excuses For your traitorism. |
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Nobody ever gave him a good turn. What do you expect? He was always let down. They never wanted to let his action down. But also they wanted it sublime Sheffieldism and equality equally. He was always in the middle for him. On the fields. Brooklands. They said tone it down. We all understood him. But he is hostile.
We are the elite gangsters of the damned, criminals of the damp. You must come with us, and hunt down - the hostile. For years they have believed we were inspired by the Holy Spirit and the work of God. They still recognize that many prominent N.C. members are wonderful people. They're warm, intelligent, but terribly misguided. Slowly, painfully, he become disillusioned. They call us "shadowy." Anti-hostile. They demand to know, with a touching, naive faith of the individual. Hostile. Many times, brothers, have they tried to discredit out gangsterism. And now we're old, the elite of the damned. Anti-hostile. |
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When I was a young man, yeah, I really knew it all
When I was young, why I just, yeah, really knew it all So if you'll listen to an old dog bark You might see that hole before you fall I'm gonna lay something on you, then I'm gonna move on out Gonna lay something on you, moving on out You can take it or leave it, I know what I'm talking about I've damn felt the pain I'm beaten down by the pouring rain But it hard to get off the old white train Yeah, the old white train costs a lot to ride Your heart, your soul and even your pride Damn sure forever, it'll freeze your brain Yeah, take a little advice, stay away from the old white train Cocaine I've felt the pain I'm beaten down by the pouring rain But it hard to get off the old white train Yeah, the old white train costs a lot to ride Your heart, your soul and even your pride Damn sure forever, it'll freeze your brain So take a little advice, stay away from the old white train Take a little advice, stay away from the old white train Cocaine |
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May the sideshow begin
Spinetrak Young lad from Escom Is a schizophrenic He also thinks he's a man His other half is his side-kick. The man from Escom Is a schizophrene Other half is called Chick, his sidekick You are my spinetrak, my spinetrak, my spinetrak You are my spinetrak, my spinetrak, my spinetrak You are my spinetrak, my spinetrak, my spinetrak Spinetrak Spine clicked and came out of it's box May the sideshow begin One: endless pursuit of women And desire to impress them You are my spinetrak, my spinetrak, my spinetrak You are my spinetrak, my spinetrak, my spinetrak (On news programmes) You are my spinetrak, my spinetrak, my spinetrak On news programs Spinetrak And application pages for womens' jobs Who's other side too Looked rather big Sideshow begin You are my spinetrak, my spinetrak, my spinetrak You are my spinetrak, my spinetrak, my spinetrak You are my spinetrak, my spinetrak, my spinetrak |
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You better listen
It's thin It's a powder keg. You better listen to me. Take me home. I don't want to go. Take me back to the safe. You know better. You better listen. It's a powder keg. You better listen. Retreat from Enniskillen I had a dream Bruised it coloured It going to hurt me Manchester city center Caroline Take me back I can't get the bus. Do you know what they say. You better listen he's a powder keg. You better listen to me Sickening in its infection. His radioactive radio-head drips with powder His aura, round halo, thin. Listen to me. Thin. Retreat. Head loaded people avoid bad luck. Hives away. Confined to the university in the town. Powder, retreat from Enniskillen I don't want to go. Take me home Take me back to town, Mark. Don't you know, the town is a powder keg. |
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| 10. |
| 3:32 |
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See the fleet of cruising cars
go past the stations and the bars. Never stop to get out in case they choose to cruise about. Well, I tell you, that boy, he stopped up at the station. He must be on a mission of passion Couldn't make out whether he was from Salford or...ah... Manchester. And this London visitor had this to say: "Cheater" Cheetham Hill. Only way you stop is for passion at the station. Why you cruising? To be unfaithful. You want to settle up, you want to settle down. And some man really hurt you. He isn't around in Cheetham. You cheated. Well I tell you, That boy, he stopped up at the station. He must be on a mission of passion. Cheater. Cheetham Hill. Where you going, boy? Are you cheatin'? Is that why you come from Cheetham Hill? When you stopped up at the station was it an excuse to get away from your wife for the evening? Couldn't make out whether he was from (Max or Mary) Salford or...ah...Manchester (Chutney ferret) And this London visitor had this to say "Cheater" Cheetham. (Cheetham Hill.) (customised intentional there's no need to go berserk you don't scratch my nice blue Merc I won't need to go berserk if you don't scratch my nice green Merc) And the boy stopped up At the passion wagon We couldn't make out where he was from Salford or Manchester And this London visitor had this to say |
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Coliseum. The Coliseum.
Look out, burn You ought to know this by now. You with the empty crane over.... They're the gatekeepers and the sentinels. Their jokes are hum-drum. The Coliseum. (X4) Brown brass leading up to ionic columns. Trust them. Sometimes that is not enough In the vast cavernous emptiness That is the world of the callow. But they stood outside at bottom The Coliseum. (X3) Trust them. But sometimes that's not enough In the vast cavernous.... The Coliseum.(X2) And you have to have a good condition To get into the coliseum. And the jingle jangle of this city Makes you hunger and down. You have to have a good condition to get into the coliseum. The coliseum.(X4 Brown brass leading up to ionic columns, But sometimes that's not enough.... Their jokes are hum-drum. About 7:30 to 8:00, tiredness sets in. You want to take a little break and get out of home. The coliseum.(X4) Brown brass.... You've got to have a good condition to get into.... These people, they will never ever learn. They are not fit to walk through the ionic columns of the coliseum. The coliseum. You've got to have a good condition to get into the coliseum. |
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You gotta keep those wheels of mine
Rolling and burning down the highway Last night that girl of mine left me yearning Best start learning to see things my way Hit me for the very first time And we're gonna turn around I'm leaving her love behind And getting out of town I won't back down I won't turn round From the last exit to Brooklyn Last chance to turn around Last exit to Brooklyn Gonna keep these old wheels going covering ground Last night that girl of mine left me trying And lying she deceived me (I'll alter) all these tears with the wipers You'd better believe me She said she was mine alone But I know otherwise I thought she was mine alone I saw her with a guy I want her back It's all in the past That's why l'm last exit to Brooklyn Last chance to turn around Last exit to Brooklyn Last chance to turn around She said she was mine alone Da da da da da da Da da da da da da da I saw her with a guy And that's the reason why I'll pass the last The last exit to Brooklyn The last chance to turn around |
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In year one-nine-nine-six-o-one (the last numeral was upside down), Johnny Drummer came to the outskirts of town.
People came out and shouted at him. Some people came out and shouted at him, "Say, show us your sticks." Then they went back to their computer tricks. He'd hit a town with no life, to begin, where they forgot the facts. Two sticks make up a cross. Why is it always this way? Why do they always have to say, "Hey, Johnny, get out of the way." He looked in the mirror and said, "I am not him." He stood outside a bar and raised the nerve to go in. The window hosted at least 45 men. Wondered which one was waiting for him. And the boy at the machine meant him no harm, but to him the boy was staring again at him. The rhythm over in his head again. Men, boys and girls! Don't ever follow the path of being hard and tough when your heart is soft. |
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check that out
you pep! Mr. Moody's scruffed up you pep! oh yeah Mr. Moody's scruffed up scruffed up you pep! you pep! oh yeah you pep! check that out scruffed up you pep! carefully you pep! carefully you pep! Mr. Moody's scruffed up you pep! oh yeah you pep! you pep! you pep! you pep! carefully carefully you pep! check that out Mr. Moody's scruffed up you pep! oh yeah you pep! carefully you pep! oh yeah you pep! oh yeah carefully you pep! you pep! carefully you pep! scruffed up you pep! oh yeah you pep! check that out you pep! you pep! check that out Mr. Moody's lair Mr. Moody's lair Mr. moody's lair oh yeah Mr. moody's lair you pep! you pep! Mr. moody's lair you pep! Mr. moody's lair scruffed up you pep! you pep! you pep! |
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You're the one that always runs the show
And happiness comes easy when its bright and breezy Sudden inspiration to a session man's sensation I've got to get up early this morning Gotta get my early warning How will she ever know? You're the one that always runs the show You're the one that always runs the show You're the one that always runs the show Inside. Outside. Turn around. I'm a session man I'm a session man And, just how you knew I'm falling through a grate But happiness comes easy In your company I dont need to mince my words I dont need to mince my.... You're the one who always runs the show You're the one who always runs the show You're the one who always runs the show That's where the session ends You're the one who always runs the show 'Cos you're the one who always runs the show I'm a session man I'm not broken like the other man They look just the same I'm a session man I'm a session man Inside. Outside. Turn around I got to get up early this morning Gotta go and get my early dawn in. Inside. Outside. Turn around Just how you knew I was falling through I knew you were not insane Your chains were much like mine I'm a session man Like the other man Other man/men Other man Inside. Outside. Turn around Other man Other man Other man Other man You're the one who always runs the show Other man Other man Inside. Outside. Turn around Other man Other man Inside. Outside. Turn around Other man Inside. Outside. Turn around Other man Other man Other man Inside. Outside. Turn around Other man Other man Inside. Outside. Turn around Other man Other man That's where the session ends. |
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