1. |
Eat Your Greens
03:29
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Eat Your Greens:
Rags to Riches ... Grace and Sin
Scheme and Plan ... Never Win
Hoard your Silver...Pan for Gold
Oldest story ever told
Make a Pile, Run the Mile, Smoke the Fire, Pull your Wire
Beat the Meat, Make Ends meet
Head for Hills, Take those pills
Lots of questions - Snares & Traps
Cryptic Clues ... Too much Crap !
Make Your Wishes ... Dream Your Dreams
Tow the LIne ... Scratch the Fleas
Wide Vistas? ... Narrow Paths?
An Open Book? ... A Deck of Cards?
Rack your Brain....Take a Chance
Hide and Seek and....Breathe your last
Blood, sweat, pain and tears
Fight and Fight for years and years
Fear and Loathing ... Stress and Strain
Nothing ventured .. nothing gained
Do Your Homework ... Eat your greens
Drink the Tonic...Vitamins
Moan and Groan... Burn the Bridge
Swear and Curse ... Stay at Home
It's so tough - It's all go
Stretching bodies...Touching Toes
Keep Your nose clean....Play the game
Break your Back for no great gain
Howl at Moon ... Walk the Walk
Make Ends meet ...Talk the Talk
Come in naked... who to trust?
Live your life ....go out dust
Rags to Riches, Grace and Sin
Scheme and Plan but Never Win
Hoard your Silver...Pan for Gold
Oldest story ever told
Make a Pile, Run the Mile, Smoke the Fire, Pull your Wire
Beat the Meat ... Make Ends meet
Head for the Hills - Take those pills
Lots of questions ... Snares & Traps
Cryptic Clues ... Too much Crap !
Make Your Wishes ... Dream Your Dreams
Tow the LIne ... Scratch the Fleas
Wide Vistas? ... Narrow Paths?
An Open Book? ... A Deck of Cards?
Rack your Brain....Take a Chance
Hide and Seek ....and Breathe your last
KEEP YOUR NOSE CLEAN !!!!!!!!!
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2. |
Mojave Hat
03:28
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Mojave Hat
Kittle pitchering...
those hissing, quivering little snakes
that had sad dogs howling into the storm's eye
Mouths in the crowd with frozen phlegm
I liked it hot
no velvet glove
I listened for the birds hiding in the dark bush
fumbled with keys to the church...
and trapped them in the cabin
to summon spirits... to point that lightning rod
to where there was no thought
Just walked towards beelzebub
wearing pegasus spurs ...
and my Mohave hat....
I was just following my nose
I was just following my nose
....dipping my toes in the water
I didn't drown in the flood
a soft kiss of zombie hoohah
No walking on the wild side.
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3. |
Zig Zag
03:03
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Zig Zag
I can't Zig..
I should zag
'gotta get that monkey...
off my back
Black Dog's here
he's biting hard
put that creature
out in the yard
Just small talk
Nothing to say
thinking shame
every...every day
I can't sleep
and I can't stand the light
I Make damn sure
I stay outta' sight
I shut my mouth
Close my eyes
A knotted belly
A splintered Life....
I'm stressed out
I'm drowning in fear
I'm a Loony-Moony
I Can't Get in gear
Only small talk
Nothing to say
dark thoughts
still ... hit me every day
So I'll jump now !
to get on track
I'll get this Monkey...
in the sack !
I've jumped back
I've stayed on track
I've slayed the demons now
they're in this bag
Black Dog's here
he bit so hard
the creature is now
out of my yard
More than small talk
I've something to say
I'm thinking sensible
... just about every day
I can sleep now
and I'm OK in the light
I'm looking forward
to going out tonight
We jump back
We stay on track
We've slayed the demons
they're in this bag
Black Dog howls
out in the cold
the rabid creature
now does what he's told
I've more than small talk
I've something to say
I'm thinking sensible
... just about every day
I can sleep now
and I'm OK with the light
I'm looking forward
to going out with you tonight
REPEATS:
Don't Zig
When you can Zag
Keep that Monkey
Off Your back
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4. |
Something for Nothing
03:55
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"Something for nothing"
Give me just what I'm here for
and don't be so righteous about it
You think I'm taking something for nothing
But your mind is racing slow
There's a brittle bridge between us
This rage could tear it down
Nothing should come between us
Nothing should tear us apart
If I'm taking something for nothing
Why would you need to know?
Taking something for nothing
But your minds just runs too slow
Nothing ever comes between us darling
Nothing can tear us apart
I never wanted to see you crying, baby
Nothing can tear us apart
I'm taking something for Julie
I'm taking something for Jack
I'm taking something for nothing
And you'll never get it back
I've never needed anybody
Cos I was such a fucked up kid
Until you came along
Then you pricked my heart
like a tiny bubble
and blah blah blah blah blah
PSYCHADELIA
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5. |
Living with Recession
04:16
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"Living with recession"
- We're NOT all in this together - Dave !
Everbody is so aware
that this country's in a mess
Greasy politicians say..
"We know what's best"
Well....every time I listen
it makes me feel quite ill
priveleged public schoolboys
with their fingers in the till
Casino banking "talent"
spat upon us all
so now you screw the people
that you''ve screwed
so many times before ?
Redundancies, restructures
Pension raids & cuts
The credit crunch -the deficit
Gangster bankster twats !
I'm sick of all the bullshit
I'm fed up with this crap
I'm just a happy chappy cockney
Put some coppers in my cap
You chinless wonders prattle
While "outraged -Tunbridge Wells"
fiddles with her fairy cakes
While we descend to hell
So silence is collusion
but I'm frightened now at work
I'm astonished by the callousness
it's division ruled by jerks
I'll break the bonds - I'll free my soul
I'll eat forbidden fruit
embed my head in shifting sand
I'll try and keep my loot
We're not all in this together - Dave !
Living with recession
There's crisis in the hospitals
There's crisis in the Schools
Crisis ... on the railways!!
Caused by stupid bloody fools !
Unemployent's soaring
so benefits are cut ?
Rampant rising prices
The cconomy is fucked !
So now I'll take in laundry
to try and make end meet
... tighten my belt
in your "spirit of the blitz"
You're fiddling all the numbers
You're just cooking all the books !
When you say, " this is all for your own good"
We're not all in this together Dave !
we're living with recession
How come that nice boy TONY
paid only 6%TAX last year?
on TWELVE MILLION POUNDS GROSS
just for spiel & toasts
That''s NOT THE SAME RATE AS ME !!
You're ringing in these changes
but your snout's inside the trough
I'm gonna polish my shoes
I'm gonna dance to this tune
on bloody Thatcher's corpse
We're NOT all in this together Dave !
Living with recession
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Were-having-a-party-when-Thatcher-dies/121806764503939
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6. |
Screaming Jay Jono
04:00
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Screaming Jay Jono -frighten small children with this song !
Packamac, Caramac, Coca- Cola
Sasparilla. I'm Rocking, I'm Rolling
glycerin pipping lips
in grainy monochrome
Rolling down the verdant bank
I just wanted to get home
saw aprons in the food shop
brewers forming chains
horses, reins, and flat capped men
stinking & labouring in the rain
My sweet old nanny's eyeball
it fell out onto the floor
She used her chintz print pinny
to put it back in once more
Her house? - it smelt of paraffin
which she disguised with pot pourri
She baked caraway cake
and kept budgerigars
and made many pots of tea
Sister Ajina - an Irish nun
was only four foot four !
She whipped me with her rosary beads
and I pissed upon the floor
I was only five and I'd tried to answer
her "question ninety-nine"
(concerned with poltergeists & exorcisms)
It was taking me some time
but, considerately she hushed the class
and then explained with great delight...
how, "... evil spirits may break a vase or two
... when you're warm in bed at night"
A crumpled bird inside a box
eyes as black as night
It sang no song - so no one knew
its majesty and might
Bring my Pater and a ladder
I am stuck up on this cliff
the geology is treacherous
I might soon lose my grip !
Mortal sins? Venal sins?
Blood red scarlet sashes
I'm full of fire
I hone my blade
and then start wildly slashing
Swinging high, swinging low
the best day of my life
beetles rustle in the leaves
in the grimey fading half light
Bongo Bill & Ernestine
Thomas Cromwellian Pom
Putschdagabotsch & Harry Head
Hitchcock boys and men
Timbo, Grilloks -Okker
Steve so strong and tall
Michael ....the ... Bicycle
They're all now dead and gone
Dad knocked two urchins
from the oozing conker tree
He threw up sticks that hit heir backs
and they fell onto their knees
Screaming Jay Jay Hawkins
Chewed bazooka Joes
Jiving Haley's Comets
kisscurls from their combs
Slimline Elvis Presley
Chubby Checker Twists
The distant drums
of poor Jim Reeves
the busman Matt Munro
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7. |
The Work Method
04:00
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The Work Method
With shrouds as scarves they clutch their fists ...picking and pilfering
just petty larceny
rods steeped in sticky sweet wine
mere fiddlers money
hoisting coppers ...their words like nuts
hidden under a hedge with no gospel
The cull condemns all to sit for an hour - maybe for two?
star brothers at loggerheads finger their pocket books
cobbling, yaffling ...babbling in tongues
tipping their ripe rum tackle toward the bawdy house
led by the nose and chicken hearted...
tied to the apron strings of these wise men of Gotham
Saint Peter's Sons ... fish hooks on fingers
case hardened, back bitten knights of the blade
shards rise from shattered unions
in tandem ...yet tame
These mealy mouthed scholars, soldiers and champion drinkers
all piss the language of the bear gardens
... smoke changes its horns ... hucksters deal in peas
Good liquor tastes better in the cold of morning
The scent of Lavender from counterfeit cranks ...
daisy kickers paying a pimp devil ...
always deadly - never green ... teased from the vamping nettles
"Hocus Focus ! "Hicksius doxious" - the dying words of the tyrant queen
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8. |
Mobius for Tom
03:29
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AN INSTRUMENTAL TRACK DEDICATED TO MY BROTHER TOM
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9. |
Melancholia
05:08
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INSTRUMENTAL SOUND ART TRACK
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10. |
Spade Cooley's Ballad
04:48
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Found me a clear spot ...somewhere to hide
to talk with the demons creeping inside my mind
Went out to the desert ... got burnt in the sun
She'd been dancing with Judas ...and not just the once
Thinking of Molly ... murder on my mind
She'd slept with the fishes .... Darn her hide
Came back from the desert having drowned all my fears
with a belly full of whisky ... my eyes all full of tears
She can burn in Hell.. . .
God ain't inside her - she's something to hide
Send her to heaven she can be by His side
.Jesus - You save her - with Your sweetness and light
cos' she don't know the difference between wrong 'nor right
Down to the Devil and his fountain of sin
Weeping, and wailing burning in hell
Welcome her passing Lord ? Whiten her soul
Take her to Heaven... make her whole
Shame on you Molly - Shame on you Roy
Shame on those limp wrist Hollywood boys
You should've have listened to me Molly
It wasn't no joke
you shouldn't 've been messin
with all those cowboy pokes
From the pit of my stomach rockets racing in my mind
my rollin' western swing put out your lights
With my lucky strike and the caveman dance
....Iron fists - You didn't stand a chance
.. and it's so hard
Look at you now Molly
You're all a bloody mess
"Melody...you can see your mama..
....takes her last working breath"
6. Sold my horse and saddle
To dyin' I'm resigned
Why couldn't you Molly
just say that you'd stay mine?
Jesus - you can save her
with Your sweetness and light
cos' she didn't see no difference
between wrong 'or the right
Welcome her passing,Lord ?
Whiten her soul
You take her up to Heaven
... make her whole
There is no devil - no fountain of sin
no weeping and wailing - no burning in hell
... and it's so hard
.
....Sure enough you gonna Burn down in Hell
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11. |
Suzanne (L.Cohen)
04:59
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"Suzanne" ©Leonard Cohen/Sony ATV Music Publishing
(Source: http://www.oldielyrics.com/lyrics/leonard_cohen/suzanne.html)
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.
AND Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then...
... until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.
Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.
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12. |
Left Foot Catharsis
05:15
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With shrouds as scarves they clutch their fists ...picking and pilfering
just petty larceny
rods steeped in sticky sweet wine
mere fiddlers money
hoisting coppers ...their words like nuts
hidden under a hedge with no gospel
The cull condemns all to sit for an hour - maybe for two?
star brothers at loggerheads finger their pocket books
cobbling, yaffling ...babbling in tongues
tipping their ripe rum tackle toward the bawdy house
led by the nose and chicken hearted...
tied to the apron strings of these wise men of Gotham
Saint Peter's Sons ... fish hooks on fingers
case hardened, back bitten knights of the blade
shards rise from shattered unions
in tandem ...yet tame
These mealy mouthed scholars, soldiers and champion drinkers
all piss the language of the bear gardens
... smoke changes its horns ... hucksters deal in peas
Good liquor tastes better in the cold of morning
The scent of Lavender from counterfeit cranks ...
daisy kickers paying a pimp devil ...
always deadly - never green ... teased from the vamping nettles
"Hocus Focus ! "Hicksius doxious" - the dying words of the tyrant queen
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13. |
Bill Evans Yodels
02:45
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Jack Daedelus Kent, UK
In his teens Jack jammed with Frank Dooley & John McGeoch (RIP). As a songwriter & performer Jack made some records,
supported Iron Maiden & David Johansen and somehow blagged writing the music for one or two TV shows.
Although stymied in wage slavery Jack still gets out to gig in London from time to time. Artist Manqué ?
Jack thought it wise to put out an album before he goes out in his box
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