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"Arcady"
In Arcady, your life trips along
It's pure and simple as the shepherd's song
Seraphic pipes along the way in Arcady
In Arcady
Never saw I such a scene
Such maids upon such a molten green
They employ their holiday with dance and game
And things I may never name
In Arcady
You said he was your teacher
Taught you so true and so wise
But now you know more than your teacher
I see nothing but cool self-regard in your eyes
In Arcady
So you see how twisted it becomes
See how quickly twisted it becomes
When the cat gut binds my ankles to your bedstead
That ain't love, no that ain't love
Said he was your teacher
Taught you so true and so wise
Now you know more than your teacher
I see nothing but cool self-regard in your eyes
In Arcady, your life trips along
Pure and simple as the shepherd's song
Seraphic pipes along the way in Arcady
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early morning dappled across those girls
the famous antique authors' trailers oh
you were slapped by that slapper
now we all love
true love
chill out hours
she loved flowers
one duty
to a tee
one two three
to charm the bee stings off the bees
saucy saved we all fell along
rolling on the playground
cheeky she'd upsell you upset you
and you know we all fell along
rolling on the ground rolling on the playground
we fell
and we all sang
skipping and dancing and hanging around
with all the girls together boys together
with all the girls together boys together
she's the last of the English roses
she's the last of
(...) soul could take
she danced the fanti tutti to a tee
but she's special she'd spread her sparkle out
and sting with her great beauty
all the girls together
all the boys together
she's the last of the english roses (5x)
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1939 Returning
Captured clandestine
Crawled into the lights
He knew he was in for a shoeing
Just wasn't to be his night
Dragged out of the frozen Rhine
For the Motherland and the Third Reich
A toeing's as good as a shoeing
When it's not to be your night
Tread carefully, so carefully
Upon the drifting ice
Caught behind enemy lines
In 1939
For Germany he sacrificed his life
Caught behind enemy lines
There in 1939
Kids knee-deep in rubble
London urchins grey with dust
Packed off out west in evacuations
To farmers' wives
Green and pleasant lives
Far from the doodlebugs
Nanna Doll she still remembers
Leaving town in worn-out shoes
Now she's back out west in sheltered accommodations
Homes for the old where pills aren't the only blues
Tread carefully, so carefully
Upon the drifting ice
Staring blank into the TV guide
In 2009
How it's hurting me, I've only seen her twice
Since she went west for the second time
Since 1939
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A little death around the eyes
Your boyfriend's name was Dave
I was bold and brave
And now you're mine
You cook and clean and sow
When I tell you to
When I ask you to
If I ask you to
But I don't want you to
You don't need telling twice with me
Don't need telling twice
You know where is the trousers
Know where is the trousers
In a nut shell
To break free
You ever break free out of me
Boyfriend's name was Dave
I was bold and brave
And now you are mine
You cook and clean and sow when I tell you to
Dance and screw when I want you to
In a hotel room you take your medicine
On all fours that's your medicine
You feeling better son?
Filling in the cracks
(In a nut shell)
Feeling any better son?
(In a nutshell oh)
Wish upon a star...
Some vague idea of the man you used to be
Oh the man you used to be to me
(Filling in the cracks)
Fe fi foe thumb
Smell the blood of an englishman
Be he alive or be he dead
(Filling in the cracks)
All right
Wish upon a star
A little death around the eyes...
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In the cold, coldest of nights
The fire I light, to warm my bones
I've had enough, of the dreadful cold
And from the flames, appears Salome
I stand before her amazed
As she dances and demands
The head of john the baptist on a plate
In the morning, shaken and disturbed
From under soft white fur
I see the dust in the morning bright sets the room alive
And by the telly appears Salome
I stand before her amazed
As she dances and demands
The head of Isidora Duncan on a plate
Oh, It's Salome
Oh, It's Salome
In the cold, coldest of nights
The fire I light, to warm my bones
I've had enough, of the dreadful cold
And from the flames appears Salome
I stand before her amazed
As she dances and demands
The head of any bastard on a plate
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I am the rain
Held in disdain
Lotions and potions just add to my fame
The rime that in spain
Fall on the plain
The truth is I'm ruthless
I can't be contained.
I'm the rain
My friend the wind
To breath he is twinned
Blow high or low high
Tornadoes to spin
My mother the cloud
In widow's black shroud
Gives birth to the earth
Before fields can be plowed
Up in the sky, we've demand to supply
I am necessity, base of the recipe
I'm the rain
My cousin the snow
Lays blankets below
States that her falkes are
The threads to the soul
My rival the sun
Who ripens the plum
Is feared and revered
He gives sight to the gun
Up in the sky, we've demand to supply
I am necessity, base of the recipe
Up in the sky, we've demand to supply
I am necessity, base of the recipe
I am the rain, am the rain
I am the rain, who's held in disdain
The truth is I'm ruthless, I can't be contained...
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2,3,4,
Was it so long ago
When we've first hit the road
I remember
Those earliest shows
When we used to go
Pa pa ra pa pa,
Pa pa ra ra ra ra ra ta ta
Was it so long ago,
When you said you loved me so
And we kisses untold
Your love wouldn't have fall
Oh my where did you go
Oh I don't know
You didn't say goodbye
Where did you go?
Oh you lie,
And you left me wandering, wandering
Your love's just a lie
Everyone said you've found some other guy
Well all I do is hang my head and cry
Sometimes I moan, sometimes I moan
Where did you go
Oh I don't know
You didn't say goodbye
Where did you go
I don't know, I was left wondering
If her love was just a lie
Everywhere I go people say
"Who's that funny guy?
All he does is hangs here down and cry"
Sometimes he moans, sometimes he moans
Oh, Oh why?
When we used to go
pa pa ra pa pa...
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Though we've been a long time together now,
time together on a snaky road
There ain't no time together,
like time to-together on a snaky road
Winding on through the hills forever,
winding on that snaky road
Winding on forever,
winding on that snaky road
Whats that they're telling you,
that's your future?
I'm telling you,
they're gonna pick your pocket too
Though we've been a long time together,
time together on a snaky road
There ain't no time together,
like time spent together on a snaky road
Winding all through the hills together,
winding on that snaky road
Winding on forever,
winding on that snaky road
What's that they're selling you
of lotions, potions, selling you?
Well, they're gonna pick your pocket or two
In a clearing
I'm going to build me a palace of bone
Wide open walls and an ebony throne
Now all the broken children from every broken home
They'd come and live in a palace of bone
I'm going to build me a palace of bone
wide open walls and an ebony throne
where they're aint no black and white and no innocent soul
can't come and dance in the palace of bone
There ain't no time together, like time together on a snaky road
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She opened her heart to a tearaway, sheepskin tearaway
He was covered in scars and full of heroin
Everyone said from the start
Not one single thing could ever be okay
She didn't listen anyway
She just opened her heart, threw her cares away
At night they held on so tight in the dark
He brushed her hair away
She heard him say
All my life I've been fighting
And making the best
[Incomprehensible]
Oh, your fighting got you nowhere
If nowhere's here with you, all I'm asking
And you could fight forever
But if you killed them all, you'd never will
So, give me your surrender
There are other ways to kill a prey
But then it would never mend you
It's like trying to dry your eyes in a pouring rain
She opened her heart to a tearaway, a sheepskin tearaway
All covered in scars and full of heroin
Tearaway, sheepskin tearaway
Sheep, sheep, sheep, sheep, sheep
Sheepskin tearaway
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Take a broken love song
Keep it by your side
Never be lonely
Find a place to hide
By the west way
Inside the scrubs
How long must we wait?
For they're killing us
Killing us
Oh
They are the loneliest
They are the loneliest
They are the loneliest
They are the loneliest
Still
Through my cell window
Hear the loft boys sing
Come on you...(arse? asked?)
Carried on the wind
Every morning
I'll be singing
Like a caged bird who might say
Jump on George and Ringo
Help me pass the hours away
C---------
Would I be
Another dawn creeps up on me
On me
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
They are the loneliest
They are the loneliest
They are the loneliest
They are the loneliest
Still
Letters from faceless haters
That'd love to
See my swinging in my cell
Oh I never saw a man with ------
who looked like such ----
---- prisoners coloured sky
They are the loneliest
They are the loneliest
They are the loneliest
They are the loneliest
Still
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Are you still talking to
All of those dead film stars
Like you used to
And are you still thinking of
All of those pretty rhymes
And perfect crimes
Like you used to..
And if you're still alive
When you're twenty five
Shall I kill you like you asked me to
If you're still alive
When you're twenty five
Shall I kill you I know you told me to
But I really don't want to
I remember every single thing you said to me
You played the man and I was Calvary
And you said, ah you said
New love grows on trees
New love grows on trees
New love grows... New love grows on trees!
That makes perfect nonsense to me
As a price of being free these days
It's ridiculous...
Are you still shaking out
All the dead wood from your bed love
Like you used to
Well times don't change and you're still thinking of
All of those perfect rhymes for love divine
Oh no, you really don't have to
If you're still alive
When you're twenty five
Oh, should I kill you like you asked me to
If you're still alive
When you're twenty five
Should i kill you,
You told me to,
But i really don't want to
I remember every single thing you said to me
You played the man, and i was Calvary
You said new love grows on trees
New love grows on trees
New love grows... New love grow on trees
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Once upon a time
When the cold wind that blows
When the cold wind that blows in my heart
It was a summer breeze and she
Would meet me in Chinatown for opium and tea
And she always brought me flowers
But I spared you those old ballads
Or songs that I couldn't play
But every giro day
She'd dress me like a lady boy
And take me out of the way
Don't let the horse chase the new deal away, no
If we make love in the morning
I see your eyes look like two marbles in your head
Lady don't you fall backwards
C'mon and fall into my arms
Aw, don't you fall backwards
Well, I wouldn't want for you to come to any harm
Now tell me, if darkness comes
Then I will sing you a song
And I will love you forever
At least 'til morning comes
Lady don't you fall backwards
Come on and fall into my arms
Come on and fall into my arms
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