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Ruth Is Stranger Than Richard (1975)
1975
1.
2.
Sonia
3.
4.
Song for Che
5.
6.
7.
8.
5 Black Notes and 1 White Note
9.
Muddy Mouse (c) (which in turn leads toMuddy Mouth)
. . .


There's a mushroom on my eyelid
There's a carrot down my back
I can see in the distance
A vast quantity of beans
To you I'm just a flavour
To make your stew taste nice
Oh my god, here come the onions
And – I don't believe it! – at least a pound of rice

There was a time when bacon sandwiches
Were everyone's favourite snack
I'm delicious when I'm crunchy
Even when I'm almost black
So why you make a soup with me
I just can't understand
It seems so bloody tasteless
Not to mention underhand

Now there's no hope of getting out of here
I can feel I'm going soft
Dirty waters soak my fibres
The whole saucepan's getting hot
So I may as well resign myself
Make friends with a few peas
But I just, I can't help hoping
That a tummy ache will bring you to your knees
Bring you to your knees
Bring you to your knees
Bring you to your knees
(repeat to fade)

. . .

Sonia

[No lyrics]

. . .


Kick me Hardy
Without one sweet push from your shine covered boot
I don't think, I just know I'll be grounded forever-
more over turn me – you can hardly miss me
I'm the one face down in the mud on the ground
I'll be stuck here forever, unless you come over
And kick me Hardy

I'm the best football you have got
I'll beat the lot
I'll take the cake
Be masterful, be my hero and be

-lieve me Hardy
If it's tough you want, then it's tough you've got
I mean if this is only a question of toughness
Survive me Hardy, or deflate me straight away
Beating shit out of me takes the hell out of you
If I'm nothing without you, then why stick it out?
You can pass me over

But I'm the only chance you've got
If you asked me
Here's my advice
Use me to go hell for leather and back

Kick me Handy
Without one sweet push from your shine covered boot
I don't think, I just know I'll be grounded forever-
more over turn me – you should just be thankful
That when it comes to the crunch, I'm the best of the bunch
At the end of the day you could easily say
That I come in handy

I'm the best football you have got
I beat the lot
I take the cake
Be masterful, be my hero and be

greatful Handy
If it's tough you want, then it's tough you've got
I mean if this is only a question of toughness
Survive me Handy, or deflate me pronto
Beating shit out of me takes the hell out of you
If I'm nothing without you, then why stick it out?
You can pass me over

But I'm the only chance you've got
If you asked me
Here's my advice
Use me to go hell for leather and back

. . .

Song for Che

[No lyrics]

. . .


Relatively used to coping with the darkness underground
Cub and brownie blink as they emerge
Overhead the stars are piercing, glaring on their new home
Wasted jungle, crowded with dead trees

. . .


Solar flares burn, they burn for you
Solar flares burn, they burn for you
Solar flares burn, they burn for you
Solar flares burn, they burn for you

They burn for you
Burn for you
Burn for you
Burn for you
(repeat)

. . .


What do cubs and brownies do at night after a boring day?
Shine their boots and practice tying knots?
No, of course not! After school you find they play hide and seek
Chase each other, clutching in the dark

. . .

5 Black Notes and 1 White Note

[No lyrics]

. . .


What do Ann and Handy do after a long, exhausting shift?
Clean the spades and clear away the dirt?
No, of course not! Usually they lie down in the mud
Close together, just to save on heat

(sung simultaneously:)
Work is split up, but it gets harder every day, it's never done
Call it peaceful, call it grinding the time away
Say that ditches aren't homely, call it boredom
Either way, Ann decides to potter off
How's that for brains?

. . .


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