1. |
Majik Flute
04:45
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2. |
Everything is Happening
00:51
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3. |
Birth Time
02:28
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Give me your initials
Give me your name
Give me your religion
Give me your age
Give me all your allergies and your place of birth
Give me your profession, sex, weight, height.
Birth Time, Star Sign, Shoe Size, Do You Mind?
I have nothing to offer in return
Birth Time, Star Sign, Shoe Size, Do You Mind?
What is your colour and your origin?
With whom do you identify?
Are you fat or thin?
Are you still drinking?
What is that you're smoking?
I don’t remember - all these questions do me in.
Birth Time, Star Sign, Shoe Size, Do You Mind?
I have nothing to offer in return
Birth Time, Star Sign, Shoe Size, Do You Mind?
I have nothing to offer in return
Birth Time, Star Sign, Shoe Size, Do You Mind?
I have nothing to offer in return
Birth Time, Star Sign, Shoe Size, Do You Mind?
YES, YES, YES, YES, YES, YES
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4. |
Tasting Notes
03:10
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Dark brown dust is the flavour of ambition
Dark brown dust, the circus ammunition
Dark brown dust is the flavour of ambition
Dark brown dust the flavoured situation
Can you taste the flavour of my intellect mutation?
Speeding up the grind of daily conversation
Can you taste the flavour of my intellect mutation?
Speeding up the grind of dismal conversation
Foamy frills are feathering my lips
Foamy fat is a lifetime on my hips
A bucket in your mouth or a spoonful worth of sips
The only compensation for your twenty internships
Can you taste the flavour of my intellect mutation?
Speeding up the grind of daily conversation
Can you taste the flavour of my intellect mutation?
Speeding up the grind of dismal conversation
Perspirations, Palpitations, Peculations, Procreation
Conversations, Constipation, Computations, Calculation
Perspirations, Palpitations, Peculations, Procreation
Conversations, Constipation, Computations, Clarification
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5. |
Optimists Lament
05:55
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Universality is my destiny, freedom is my own responsibility
Universality is my destiny, freedom is my own responsibility
Manipulation, Manipulation, manipulation of your feelings
Manipulation, Manipulation, manipulation of your feelings
Universality is my destiny, freedom is my own responsibility
Universality is my destiny, freedom is my own responsibility
Manipulation, Manipulation, manipulation of your feelings
Manipulation, Manipulation, manipulation of your feelings
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
And then I build it up... quietly at first... till it amounts in crescendo, crescendo of stuff.
And then I build it up... quietly at first... till it amounts in crescendo, crescendo of stuff.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Some kind of talking, some kind of talking in the end
Some kind of talking, some kind of talking in the end
Some kind of talking, some kind of talking in the end
Some kind of talking, some kind of talking in the end
Sounds emotion, a person, walking very slowly, holding a candle.
Conversations, two people, can you hear the heart beat?
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6. |
Pams Theme
03:05
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I was born in Mississippi I was skinny like a puppy, the 16th child to a yuppy and a hippy
Had no formal education, found my way in this great nation, first real job workin’ in the petrol station.
I was muddy I was yucky I was dirty I was mucky…
Had ideas above my station, had no training in elocution
I watched those trucks drive on by, fell in love with some old guy
Nine months later, and I’m a baked potata, she slipped into this world just like a chubby ballerina
I learnt about swimin’ (and I) I learnt about drinkin’ I learnt about womin’ And I did it without thinkin’
I learnt about runnin’ (and I) I learnt about singin’ I learnt about winkin and I did a lot of cummin
I learnt about swimin’ (and I) I learnt about drinkin’ I learnt about womin’ And I did it without thinkin’
I watched those trucks drive on by, fell in love with some old guy
Living my life just for each minute, this is my life and I am innit
I learnt about swimin’ (and I) I learnt about drinkin’ I learnt about womin’ And I did it without thinkin’
I learnt about runnin’ (and I) I learnt about singin’ I learnt about winkin and I did a lot of cummin
I learnt about swimin’ (and I) I learnt about drinkin’ I learnt about womin’ And I did it without thinkin’
To much thinkin’ aint no good for no body!
Life is a road, and I’m the navigator. Don’t drive into the swamp, you might meet an alligator.
I learnt about swimin’ (and I) I learnt about drinkin’ I learnt about womin’ And I did it without thinkin’
I learnt about runnin’ (and I) I learnt about singin’ I learnt about winkin and I did a lot of cummin
I learnt about swimin’ (and I) I learnt about drinkin’ I learnt about womin’ And I did it without thinkin’
It was all about livin’ not a lot about lovin’
Hadda get moving or I’d neva got goin’
The wind was blowin’ and the snow was snowin’
Couldn’t be a payin’ all the money I was owin’
It was all about livin’ not a lot about lovin’
Hadda get moving or I’d neva got goin’
The wind was blowin’ and the snow was snowin’
Couldn’t be a payin’ all the money I was owin’
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7. |
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Love equals trust, trust equals truth, truth is transparency, transparency equals love equals trust, trust equals truth, truth is transparency, transparency equals love.
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8. |
The Vanilla Alternative
07:19
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We’re made from each other baby, We’re made to be used by each other, and in the autumn of your life when the leaves come falling down, I’ll still be around.
I wood try to be you if I could…..
The veneer on your shelves feels so good…..
You could try to be me if you wood….
Were inseparable baby, like the handles on a door, let's go somewhere shady, we can take it to the floor….
I wood try to be you if I could…..
The veneer on your shelves feels so good…..
You could try to be me if you wood….
Were inseparable baby, like the handles on a door, lets go somewhere shady, we can take it to the floor….
Knot me up, cut me down, won’t you wrap your planks around, branch out and touch me, display me and corrupt me, we’ll never outgrow each other.
Knot me up, cut me down, won’t you wrap your planks around, branch out and touch me, display me and corrupt me, we’ll never outgrow each other.
Cos we will never ever outgrow each other [repeat]
You’re my vanilla alternative, you’re my vanilla alternative [repeat]
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9. |
Sex Flute
05:52
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If you look over there... beyond the horizon... just comin’ up.
You see a long and silver river, a long flowing flood.
It’s an old and ancient river, it’s been flowing for one hundred, thousand million years...
and sometimes it looks like the river is gonna dry up but it will never run out.
There will always be one tiny drop.
Sex flute... The water of the river of love
Sex flute… The water of the river of love
Sex flute… The water of the river of love, the water of the river of love, don’t let the temperature put you off. It’s hot hot hot inside this water.
The water of the river of love
The water of the river of love
The water of the river of love
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
This mystic music fills me up Flowing on like a river, I just can’t get enough - enough of that stuff.
The water of the river of love... The water of the river of love
Sex Flute... The water of the river of love
Sex Flute...
Ooooohhh I mean, that was a cowboy!
And now the rivers filling up…. Filling up…. filling up…. And now the rivers filling up…. Filling up…. filling up….
Ahhhhhhhhh
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10. |
Naked or Fake Naked
01:36
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11. |
Chaos In The Pigsty
02:48
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The Ferris wheel was going round and round.
There were jesters, there were clowns.
An ancient artefact on a mound you found.
Violently sick upon the ground.
Chaos in the pig sty makes me wanna cry,
Chaos in the pig sty makes me wonder why,
Chaos in the pig sty makes me wanna cry,
Chaos in the pig sty makes me wanna die.
Transmitted in a psychic way.
You never will forget that day.
The virus that never went away.
For all your fun you will have to pay
Chaos in the pig sty makes me wanna cry,
Chaos in the pig sty makes me wonder why,
Chaos in the pig sty makes me wanna cry,
Chaos in the pig sty makes me wanna die.
It’s so undignified.... It’s so undignified....
It’s so undignified.... It’s so undignified....
We’re supposed to be the intelligent ones We’re supposed to be the ones with the brains
We’re supposed to be the intelligent ones We’re supposed to be the ones with the brains
So swipe away, swipe away, swipe away your troubles.
Swipe away, swipe away, swipe away your troubles.
Swipe away, swipe away, swipe away your troubles.
Swipe away, swipe away, swipe away your troubles.
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12. |
The Main Character
02:55
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Look beyond yourself
All you see is me
You have your ideas and you’re own philosophy
Caged inside yourself thinking you are free
Don’t kid yourself that you have your own identity
Narcissistic dipstick
Putting on your lipstick
Self obsessive wally
Made up like a dolly
Sacrifice your body
Walk your border colly
I’m the main character you’re the main character
I’m the main character you’re the main character
I’m the main character you’re the main character
I’m the main character you’re the main character
Look into the mirror
Deep into your liver
Follow your own waterfall, follow your own river
Throw a penny in the well, dreams won’t be delivered
Carve your name into a tree, you won’t see it through the blizzard
Narcissistic dipstick
Putting on your lipstick
Self obsessive wally
Made up like a dolly
Looking out your pram while you push your shopping trolley
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13. |
Pams Parental Problems
04:56
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Pam a lorry driver, Split Ends her daughter.
We have our disagreements but basically love each other
She doesn’t have a brother yet, until I shag another git.
I don’t like her smoking fags, she doesn’t like me having sex
I put her dirty clothes in dust bin bags
She weed in the tea mug of my ex, she weed in the tea mug of my ex
Split Ends the daughter, Pam a lorry driver, the mother
We have our disagreements but basically love each other
Until she shags another a git, I do not have a brother yet
She doesn’t like me having sex, I don’t like her smoking fags
I weed in the tea mug of her ex
She put my dirty clothes in dust bin bags, she put my clothes in bags.
Constant laundry, aching back, sleepless nights, tyrant dictator, what has happened to my rights?
Pam a lorry driver, Split Ends her daughter.
We have our disagreements but basically love each other
She doesn’t have a brother yet, unless I shag another git.
I don’t like her smoking fags, she doesn’t like me having sex
I put her dirty clothes in dust bin bags
She weed in the tea mug of my ex, she weed in the tea mug of my ex
Split Ends the daughter, Pam a lorry driver the mother
We have our disagreements but basically love each other
Until she shags another a git, I do not have a brother yet
She doesn’t like me having sex, I don’t like her smoking fags
I weed in the tea mug of her ex
She put my dirty clothes in dust bin bags, she put my clothes in bags.
Constant laundry, aching back, sleepless nights, tyrant dictator, what has happened to my rights?
Spotless bathtub, spotless floor, spotless sink… that’s the chorus what do you think of it?
Red lorry, yellow lorry, a green one a blue one.
Constant laundry, aching back, sleepless nights, tyrant dictator, what has happened to my rights?
Constant laundry, aching back, sleepless nights, tyrant dictator, what has happened to my rights?
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14. |
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In the deep dark depths of your mind you will find...
In the deep dark depths of your mind you will find...
In the deep dark depths of your mind you will find...
In the deep dark depths of your mind you will find...
A man with a one track mind, a man with a one track mind, a man with a one track mind, a man with a one track mind.
In the deep dark depths of your mind you will find...
In the deep dark depths of your mind you will find...
In the deep dark depths of your mind you will find...
In the deep dark depths of your mind you will find...
A man with a one track mind, a man with a one track mind, a man with a one track mind, a man with a one track mind.
He’s coming into the room, moving everything around
You can’t see him, can’t touch him. You can’t stop him.
He’s coming into the room, moving everything around
You can’t see him, can’t touch him. You can’t stop him.
He’s coming into the room, moving everything around
You can’t see him, can’t touch him. You can’t stop him.
He’s coming into the room, moving everything around
You can’t see him, can’t touch him. You can’t stop him.
You ever find...? Put something into a draw, turn around It ain’t there no more?
You ever find...? Put something into a draw, turn around It ain’t there no more?
A man with a one track mind, a man with a one track mind, a man with a one track mind, a man with a one track mind.
Hey! That belongs to me buster! I don’t trust ya.
Hey! That belongs to me buster! I don’t trust ya.
Hey! That belongs to me buster! I don’t trust ya.
Hey! That belongs to me buster! I don’t trust ya.
The man that’s the ghost of your father
The man that’s the ghost of your mother
The man that’s the ghost of your brother
The man that’s the ghost of your sister
The man that’s the ghost of your kitty
The man that’s the ghost of your doggy
The man that’s the ghost of your boyfriend
The man that’s the ghost of your girlfriend
(sung over the top): He will take away your sanity
He’ll take away your time
He’ll take away your dignity
He’ll take away your mind
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15. |
Chalice Of Sugar
03:59
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Welcome to the chalice of sugar
Doing things your own way, I make music like the way I want
People get happy when they listen to my music
When they listen to the chalice
The chalice of sugar
chalice of sugar
The chalice of sugar
chalice of sugar
The chalice of sugar
chalice of sugar
The chalice of sugar
chalice of sugar
Doing things your own way, your own way
Travelling around seeing places
Seeing people
I don’t want to be isolated
I don’t want to be bored. Bored.
TRUMPET!!
The chalice of sugar
chalice of sugar
The chalice of sugar
chalice of sugar
The chalice of sugar
chalice of sugar
The chalice of sugar
chalice of sugar
The chalice of sugar
chalice of sugar
The chalice of sugar
chalice of sugar
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The paths are made from glass and the grass is made from crystal
Opals fall in moon beams, The flowers stand up regal
A holy light is filtering, everything you see
Futuristic rose trellis, divide the fear in me
This is the view from behind the futuristic rose trellis what can you see, We are one, we are two, we are one, two, three,
Come forth from the crowd what can you see.
This is the view from behind the futuristic rose trellis what can you see, We are one, we are two, we are one, two, three,
Come forth from the crowd what can you see.
Diamonds gleam across the sky, the water plays its mirror
The sound of bird song fills your ears, the air is getting thinner
Oh mountains are you sleeping now? Can you give a home to me?
Futuristic rose trellis, the gate of misery
This is the view from behind the futuristic rose trellis what can you see, We are one, we are two, we are one, two, three,
Come forth from the crowd what can you see.
This is the view from behind the futuristic rose trellis what can you see, We are one, we are two, we are one, two, three,
Come forth from the crowd what can you see.
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Ravioli Me Away UK
Ravioli Me Away’s high energy, genre-bending and delusional jazzy-post-pop-punk-hip-funk sound with stylistically erratic motifs span all-known past, present and future human cultures and sub-cultures. This is social realism soaked through with a heady dose of fantasy, idiosyncratic poetics, keyboard flurries and vocal vicissitudes. Ravioli Me Away are Sian Dorrer, Rosie Ridgway & Alice Theobald. ... more
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