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Tanker cooked
Pink perfection
Cruising by in the opposite direction
Serving burden
Care for some?
In clean italics that sang
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Caroline's Effluent Services
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Fettered feathers
Dank dress
Sweet sludge, Miss Mess
Always working
Never hired
Paid less, more often fired
Caroline's Effluent Services
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"Don't worry darling, I'll make dinner tonight.....
What should I cook?"
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Sandwich Song
03:38
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Aidan’s mother made magic every time,
And what I’d give, just to make it mine.
Soft white loaf, take off the crust,
And all that went in was made of love.
Chorus
Get it together,
Get it together.
Soft white loaf, the creamy fish flake.
Simple pleasures and the time it takes.
Get it together
(Got to spread it out)
Get it together
(Got to bring it ‘til you get a little gherkin on top)
Whether it’s sunny
Whether it’s raining
It’s pouring
It’s sleeting
It’s snowing
But not if it’s inclement
You’ll have to think twice
You’ll feel like a lemon
But it’ll be alright
Get it together
(Got to spread it out)
Get it together
(Got to bring it ‘til you get a little gherkin on top)
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Well I'm in love with my phone because it's got your voice, it's got your voice.
A physical thing to hold onto
A device that gives me choice
A whisper in my ear
Or a voice to thing the room
A welcome receiver to listen
A mic to fill the gloom
Well I'm in love with my phone because it's got your voice, it's got your voice.
Well I'm in love with my phone because it's got your voice, it's got your voice.
Well I'm in love with my phone because it's got your voice, it's got your voice.
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4. |
Dirty Moustache
06:17
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I look down at myself, see by biscuit gravy
Smeared on the front of my shirt.
And I look in the mirror at my reflection
Stubbly face covered in dirt
And I catch a glimpse in a puddle of my gut hanging over
My black jeans, covered in the ash of a smoke
The mid-day clock was a ringin' and a callin'
Just at the time I awoke
Greasy hair and a dirty moustache
Is all I have to show
For a foolish man who would ever let
A fine woman like you go
But you wanted them all in white
Teeth to match
Golden hair
But here's the catch
You liked the mean
The worst you'd seen
But did you ever
Want any of that
Got my black shirt and jeans, black hat and horse
'Cause it good for hiding, the dirt and the grime
But there's many a person, who'd point the finger my way
Though it was never me, that did the crime
They said I took:
Cattle from the pen
Eggs from the chicken
Liquor right out of the drum
But none of that hurt
Half as much as you thinking that
That was what I had done.
Greasy hair and a dirty moustache
Is all I have to show
For a foolish man who would ever let
A fine woman like you go
But you wanted them all in white
Teeth to match
Golden hair
And a fine moustache
You liked the mean
The worst you'd seen
But did you ever
Want any of that
You said I was selfish, you said I was rude
You said I never really loved you
Well I was selfish and I was rude
But I have always really loved you
You told me to clean up, wash my dirty moustache
I said "that's something, I can never do"
Greasy hair and a dirty moustache
Is all I have to show
For a foolish man who would ever let
A fine woman like you go
But you wanted them all in white
Teeth to match
Golden hair
And a fine moustache
You liked the mean
The worst you'd seen
But did you ever
Want any of that
I met you on the road, you were something
You kissed me on the moustache, and I fell
But the river went dry and the cattle left
My moustache was the only thing that was wet
And maybe I've never loved anybody else
And maybe I've only ever loved myself
But our first kiss, it was true bliss
And my moustache will always be a reminder of this
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Chasing Time
04:10
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If only I had forever to chase time
The air in my lungs and the strength in my limbs
The road to carry me and the will to go on
The sun on my back, the roads a fine line
Stretches ahead, wears down my bones
But with you by myself, I'll have the will to go on
Chasing time
Chasing time
I'm yours and your mine
One life isn't enough, to be with you
So join me on the road my love and let's chase time
Chasing time
Chasing time
Chasing time
Chasing time
Chasing time
Chasing time
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Billy's Back At The Bar
03:50
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I'm down playing at the bar again and old Billy's singing along
He's shouting and he's screaming, he's singing a different song
There's a bottle in his hand and he's leaning on the bar
People start looking around, they think he's taken it too far
He's singing "Love is Blue"
He's singing "Oh What a Night"
He's singing for his mother
He's singing for what's right
But he's wrecking my song and he's wrecking my night
The bar staff serve him coffee and they take him out of sight
I heard he lives around the corner and he's lived there all his life
Lives there with his mother and he never wanted a wife
And at school he played guitar, he used to dance he used to sing
But his father said it's for sissys and blamed Billy for his leaving
He's singing "Love is Blue"
He's singing "Oh What a Night"
He's singing for his mother
He's singing for what's right
But his mother was broke, so he sold his old guitar
Didn't sing again until that night at the bar
We found out the next morning, Billy's mother had passed away
And the songs he was singing, she used to sing to him everyday
And he's back at the bar and he's shouting and he's screaming
He's singing those old songs again but this time it's like he's dreaming
He's singing "Love is Blue"
He's singing "Oh What a Night"
He's singing for his mother
He's singing for what's right
He's singing "Love is Blue"
He's singing "Oh What a Night"
And we're all singing along
We're singing for what's right
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Another Borrowed Tune
04:29
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How many times can I hear somebody say
"Can you help me", before I have to turn away?
Now they're all gone, I'll be acting like there's nothing wrong
Walking down the corridor, to hide behind my empty door
A figure in a corridor, an echo through an empty door
A thought drifting out to space, an expression on an expressionless face
A speck on a grain of sand, the world or just a man?
Hope it matters in some way, guess we'll all find out one day
I'm singing this borrowed tune, I took from Neil Young
Who took this borrowed tune that The Rolling Stones once sung
And I can't write my own, I'm just too damn worn down
So many hours in the day, but after work they all just fade away.
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Pig In A Sock
03:13
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On the night I was born, there was a poor pig
Whose mother squished him because her love was too big
So my father insisted, my mother take me
And a pig in a sock, to sleep safely
So she took us to bed, a pig in a sock
And a new born baby, equally wrapped up
And as the cold light appeared and the new morning broke
Only two of the three of us rose and awoke
Poor old pig, stuck in a sock
Let him out, don’t lock him up
Mother she cared, father he tried
But the larger I grew was the larger the divide
And the children at school, they just couldn’t see
Why anyone would want to be friends with me
So I kept my head down ‘til I met someone new
They said “the hell with the lot of them, you do you”
And that’s when I knew, I wasn’t a boy (no way)
I was a pig in a sock, and that’s OK.
I was a pig! And that’s ok
Poor old pig, stuck in a sock
Let him out, don’t lock him up
You do you, you do you, you do you babe
You do you, you do you, you do you.
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The doctor and the reverend, one in black and one in white
One's fighting for the truth and one's fighting for what's right
They'll heal your body and they'll heal your soul
One's there when you're dying and one's there when you go
The reverend's fought the hardest fight, he's lost half his weight
The doctor's off the wagon, they're yet to set him straight
He's seen too much and he knows too little
He's been dreaming that he might stop it all
"Take the leap", said the reverend "Come and take my hand
Then you'll stop seeing and you'll understand".
"I want to know, but I still have to see,
The suffering of others but who will pray for me?"
The sermon being said, he walked out the door
Took of his collar said "I can't take much more
Of the talking and the praying, it doesn't seem to do much good
I've done all that I can do and the wrong's done all that it could"
His head was in his hands when the doctor came to see
"Do you remember those words you said to me?
Who will save the saviours when the road has been too long?
And you can't save anyone who walks the road alone"
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Canada Goose
06:05
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I see the island plastered on your arm
That cruel mark, caught in the dark
A humane restraint to "do no harm"
A hood, a life, to stop the flow of air
For your comfort, clean hands on a cup
Of quality coffee as you pretend to care
A coat, a look, waiting for the shot
Caught in a cage, it's all the rage
Life cycle or chain, they'll take all you've got
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Malt And Cod
02:27
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Malt and Cod spun on a spoon
By my father in our living room.
Smeared in his beard and rubbed in the wool
On the front of his jumper
Oh the malty fish flavour, furled around the tongue of my mind,
Embedded in buds of taste.
Oh I’ll not forget, I’ll not forget
That malty fish flavour.
Syrup sweet, the malt and cod,
Warming in the brown jar on the hob.
My face in the flask, so many years past,
Brought back by that strange sweet snack
If I could only catch, the image of you swirling that spoon
And remember only that.
Then I’d not forget, I’d not forget,
And my memories might be sweeter
Oh the malty fish flavour, furled around the tongue of my mind
Embedded in buds of taste.
Oh I’ll not forget, I’ll not for forget
That malty fish flavour
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