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It's Good To Have Fun
03:05
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It’s Good to Have Fun
It’s good to have fun
Almost better than being free
It’s good to have fun
Subdivide the day for me
Every hour a field of bamboo
I have to fight my way through
Genius of the Untried
Hours of sleep
Hours and hours and hours of just being me
Hours of sleep
Hours and hours and hours of just being me
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Restore Me (To My Original Form)
Yes, I was there -
But out of place in the torments of spring
Looked death in the face -
I swear it was the easiest thing
Restore me to my original form
Restore me to my original form
When I was 17 and everything was clear
I forget my love makes no sound
But the ghost of a chance you’ll hear me moving around
It’s the most difficult thing, the most difficult thing
Restore me to my original form
Restore me to my original form
When I was 17 and everything was clear
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3. |
It All Made Sense
03:01
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It All Made Sense
I’m in a state of some surprise
These green-grey eyes defy defence
Sunday afternoons are heaven-sent
They mean something more:
Our reward and recompense
If in the night: a stifled cry
Don’t let me sleep right though the tangled present tense
Remind me of the day
So distant and intense
We were ready for each other and it all made sense
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4. |
No More Wishful Thinking
03:35
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No More Wishful Thinking
Is it good for me is it good for you
The way we satisfy the will of the other
If it bubbles up, baby let it bubble up
And we’ll double up and tag team the others
I know it sounds easy to say I’ll never leave you
What good would it do me to be on my own
I’ll carry on drinking with my universe shrinking
No more wishful thinking
Is it better now or was it better then
Am I fading fast or flashing like lightning?
I could find a way, medicine or hideaway
Some sweet and sour day when it won’t be so frightening
I know it sounds easy to say I’ll never leave you
What good would it do me to be on my own
I’ll carry on drinking with my universe shrinking
No more, no more wishful thinking
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5. |
Vow Of Silence
01:42
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Vow Of Silence
I took a vow of silence to nature and its laws
I’m breaking it now to let you know it’s raining indoors
Living with the spiders and the parrots in the trees
Folks don’t come around no more, rocks roll away from me
A sudden attack of the CBAs
Under the bed with the 2-inch tapes
Nothing to be done with my old face
Charlton on the beach in Apes
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6. |
Don't Wake Up
04:31
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Don’t Wake Up
Some things you can’t forget
Sleeping like a lost plush animal
Only once did I shift, as if I was lifting myself to a new level
The sounds and signals counted off the long, long minutes to hours
Taking it slowly
Seeing where I might end up
But how was I to know you would let me go?
Don’t wake up
The signals counted out the minutes into days
On and on I slept in a sentence of one phrase
And in my lazy way I understood
What good would waking do?
Get up to the other world or be relegated with you?
Don’t wake up
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7. |
Green Dress
02:47
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Green Dress
Gerry don’t make me sing “Suspicious Minds”
Don’t let me humiliate myself
The verses are straightforward, but that middle 8!
The drag queens will laugh at me and call me names
Gerry I don’t think I suit that dress
Something simpler might be my style
In green, with tiny flowers to match my eyes
Gerry don’t lip-synch to my song
I’m stood here like someone who wants to be eaten alive
They’ll ask me if they’ve seen me at The Bell:
I’ll have to say they have
But Gerry I don’t think I suit that dress
Something simpler might be my style
In green, with tiny flowers to match my eyes
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8. |
The Who Of What We Know
03:16
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The Who Of What We Know
Wait, oh wait, we must adjust
The who of what we know
Don’t have so many friends to spare
Thin on the ground:
Rare
So wait, oh wait
Pause a while
A heart is hard to break, including mine
Hardened by disappointment and time
So wait, wait friends
we must adjust and make amends
The who of what we know
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9. |
Death Orchestra
02:37
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Death Orchestra
Hear me scraping on my black violin
Squonking on my blood Bassoon
Cellos tuned to zero blip and bolt and rattle sting
The orchestra of death goes out of tune
Horsehair bows that gravel and grit
Quadruple basses wobble and split
Chocolate saxophone melt in the sun
Here come the singers out-running the gun
with their throats as sore as crows
Yes their throats as sore as crows
Hear me scraping on my black violin
Squonking on my blood Bassoon
Guitars tuned to zero blip and bolt and rattle strings
The orchestra of death goes out of tune
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Fetish For Alarm
03:16
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Fetish For Alarm
When I wrote it how was I to know
Which way they’d make the wind blow?
I can’t believe they let me go
In the freezing rain and the falling snow
A writer has no gun
Space bar
CAPS LOCK
Borrowed words and a fetish for alarm
The manuscript has gone astray
Confession seem the only way
So I’ll admit I wrote the book
It’s in the wall if you care to look
A writer has no gun
Space bar
CAPS LOCK
Borrowed words and a fetish for alarm
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The Horse’s Beautiful Eye
The horse’s beautiful eye
Sees something in the sky
Aeroplane up high
Dropping propaganda on the passers-by
Intent on being good, on doing good
For every bad there is a worse
And yes for every prayer there is a curse
This is my story, chapter and verse
In the horse’s beautiful eye
The horse’s beautiful eye
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12. |
Fuses
03:37
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Fuses
I won’t be though this way again
Hide in caves, I hate the rain
Early man I’m still untamed
I got griefs and I got pain
I got worries all the time
Skeletons and valentines
Though I’m dizzy and intense
Got no common sense
The shadows show me in a crazy light
Blow out the candles they’re far too bright
I still love electric light
Blow all the fuses and say goodnight
I exhaust myself in you
Let me show you what to do
Strength and weakness help me live
Something’s got to give
The shadows show me in a crazy light
Blow out the candles they’re far too bright
I still love electric light
Blow all the fuses and say goodnight
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Vibrations Of The Sun London, UK
Vibrations Of The Sun is the new project from Christopher Cordoba and Paul Frederick of avant-pop group Jack Adaptor, A swift and sudden left turn to find the sounds from the sun. Recorded in isolation from the world and from each other. A second LP is due for release in 2024. ... more
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