1. |
Quick, Play Something
01:57
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Quick! Play Something!
Okay!
Sing me a song and don't make it too long.
Sing me a song and don't make it too long.
You and I could make pretty pictures.
You and I could make pretty pictures.
Sing me a song and don't make it too long.
Sing me a song and don't make it too long.
Do you want to lie in the tall grass?
Do you want to lie in the tall grass?
Sing me a song and don't make it too long.
Sing me a song and don't make it too long.
And these songs that we sing
Will they mean anything?
And these songs that we sing
Will they be anything?
And these songs that we sing
Will they mean anything?
And these songs that we sing
Will they be anything?
And these songs that we sing
Will they mean anything?
And these songs that we sing
Will they be anything?
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2. |
Wine On The Grapevine
02:32
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Sign of the times that you've had much better
Old under colder European weather.
Down in the crowded pool of modern life
Who being truthful really wants a wife?
But we mustn't grumble
And we shan't complain
Cos you won't get wine on the grapevines
If you don't get rain on the plains.
You used to look like you were much younger
Then you'd pretend no one else looked older.
But we mustn't grumble
And we shan't complain
Cos you won't get wine on the grapevines
If you don't get rain on the plains.
Most of the toasters you bought are now cots
Moan on the phone about the have and have-nots.
But we mustn't grumble
And we shan't complain
Cos you won't get wine on the grapevines
If you don't get rain on the plains.
But we mustn't grumble
And we shan't complain
Cos you won't get wine on the grapevines
If you don't get rain on the plains.
Cos you won't get wine on the grapevines
If you don't get rain on the plains.
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3. |
The Beautiful Insanity
05:20
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There's a thing called the beautiful insanity
It's a test on your breath of humanity.
You hold it in too long and see if you turn blue
Because its something you've always wanted to do.
You're not mad and you're not falling apart
You're not trying to nurse a broken heart.
You're just a girl, trying to catch the leaves
You don't know why so they're kept in your sleeves.
There's a thing called the beautiful insanity
It reaches out and brushes your humanity
In purples, violets all looking like gold
Something white, something new, something black, something old.
Just look around in ambient way
Tuck it in a drawer and name it today.
If you don't have a drawer your head will do
Shine it sometimes so it's forever new.
There's a thing called the beautiful insanity,
Don't get me wrong if I say it's humanity.
It's not a bad thing, and you've not lost the game,
Because it's perfectly normal to be beautifully insane.
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4. |
Not Obsessed
06:24
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I'm in love but I'm not obsessed,
I don't need to see her undressed.
I just wanted things to stay like this,
Where I'm the only one she would miss.
I know it's strong and it's strange,
I don't love her cos she's deranged.
We arn't in love for the pain
Why couldn't things just that way?
So dig deep and dig some more
Dig til your hands are raw
Dig til you just can't dig no more.
Cos in my mind you'll see
Nothing that isn't me.
Nothing I don't want you to see.
Cos all that we really need
Is someone to love and to please.
I'm glad that you have somebody
I'm just sad that it's not me.
And it's my absolute right
To kill myself if I like.
I won't let her do it to herself,
Her life holds too much of my wealth.
I'm in love but I'm not obsessed.
We could be knight and princess.
She's not like any of the rest.
She's all I want to express.
She's not there when I'm distressed.
She makes me feel like I'm blessed.
She lets me know I exist.
She makes me feel like a guest.
She takes my heart I'm possessed.
She makes me feel so depressed.
She holds me close to her chest.
She makes me feel at my best.
She loves me when I'm a mess.
She makes me feel a success.
She'll never give me a yes.
This time.
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5. |
19
03:53
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19 going on 30
I'm getting older beyond my years.
I think it's time to save up for a rocking chair
To replace my rocking horse.
Good old Dobbin has
Served it's use
In my youth
Which was lost
With my last baby tooth.
I don't think I'm much wiser
Or that I'm freer than I was before.
Just, now, I'm not any younger than this time yesterday.
I think it might just be time
To change my life which
Served it's use
In my youth
Which was lost
With my last wisdom tooth.
Backache and a prescription
I want to feel young once more.
But I think that I've
Served my use
In my youth
Which was lost
With my first wisdom tooth.
I think I've
Served my use
In my youth
Which was lost
With my last baby tooth.
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6. |
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Looking out your stain glass view
You just see what you want to.
Red and green and yellow ,blue
Sunny days and sunny nights.
You have run off with your girl
Under every sunset in the world.
And you spend a summer there
Getting bugs trapped in your hair.
But you really do not mind,
You're having a lovely time.
Now all that you have are these
Sunny days and sunny nights.
Night time brings the sun again
Sleep is over rated anyway.
And you can roll in the hay
With your girlfriend and her dog.
Just ignore your sneezing fits
Go take your inhaler hit
Now all that you have are these
Sunny days and sunny nights.
Maybe it's time to go home
And enjoy some free time of your own.
It's quite late not that you'd know
Cos it's sunny day and night.
You thought that it would be fun,
If all that you had was sun
And all that you have are these
Sunny days and sunny nights.
Now all that you have are these
Sunny days and sunny nights.
Sunny days and sunny nights.
Sunny days and sunny nights.
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7. |
Fjord Draining
04:18
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Take the path to the lighter side,
The road you took, the night she died.
The steps you trod as she trod her last.
All she is and can ever be stuck firmly in the past.
The valley ledge obscured the clouds
Her face was gone behind the shroud
The sky wept on the virgin ground.
The pouring of the icy flow
Rivers come and rivers go.
The fjord draining within me and below.
The landmark charred where forgotten laid,
The bloody stains on the grassy blades.
She's stolen light off the valley walls
Echoes of the voices she called.
You took her hand and she took your breath
In your mind, she never left
The veil shows you that all you are and can ever be
Always drains out to the sea.
"Roll on deep and dark blue ocean roll
10,000 fleets sweep over thee in vain.
Man marks the earth with ruin,
But his control stops with the shore".
Watch as your fjord drains to the sea.
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8. |
Flat On Tuesday Street
03:48
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Waking up drunk from a night on the bottle
Gotta fix the car and the screwing up throttle.
Forgetting breakfast and doing the hoovering.
Drive into town cos cant seem to walk straight,
Talking the bank into making you wait.
Station's a hazard but trains aren't moving anyway.
Got a flat Tuesday street
Mocking the business suits
From a flat on Tuesday street.
It's a crappy little flat on Tuesday street.
Not smoking pot cos there just ain't the money
Somebody smiles and thinking it's funny
Until they say it's not actually dark humour.
From a flat Tuesday street
Mocking the business suits.
From a flat on Tuesday street.
A crappy little flat on Tuesday street.
Got a flat Tuesday street
Mocking the business suits.
From a flat on Tuesday street.
A crappy little flat on Tuesday street.
Not washing up cos it might not be worth it
Nothing to do if a bomb really hit it,
Pre-planning taken to the extreme hypothetical.
Don't talk to friends cos you don't want to top up
Money flows free if you don't have an accent.
The future's calling but you can't reply without credit.
Got a flat Tuesday street
Mocking the business suits
From a flat on Tuesday street.
It's a crappy little flat on Tuesday street.
Got a flat Tuesday street
Mocking the business suits
From a flat on Tuesday street.
It's a crappy little flat on Tuesday street.
Got a flat Tuesday street
Mocking the business suits
Got a flat on Tuesday street.
It's a crappy little flat on Tuesday street.
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9. |
Not Enough
02:48
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My name is Alfie. Not many people know that.
Scarlet woman,
Peach cream pales,
Shattered to water
Of nocturne the wail.
Porcelain features,
Bowed head, coy smile.
China doll whimpers,
Lifeless blossom eyes.
Michael Caines' Alfie is not an idol to have
Liar, womanizer, not enough ladies in bed.
Latin beauty
All satin empowered,
Speaks silky blue laces
Perfumed with flowers.
Michael Caines' Alfie is not an idol to have
Liar, womanizer, not enough ladies in red.
Platimun baby
Streetlight dancer
Sleek leather bodice
Please stop me one day this is not the answer.
Michael Caines' Alfie is not an idol to have
For I am lonely and I am broken
I found many women but not enough ladies to wed.
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10. |
Dissonanciation
10:48
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The thing that touches
The light that reaches
The cave that closes
The door the opens
The light that reaches
The thing that touches
It has a name you know.
It has a name.
I am he who wants to touch
I am he who wants the light
I am he who closes himself in a cave for you
I am he who opens each and every door for you
I want the light to reach me too
I want your touch to touch me too
I want your touch to touch me too.
I hate the night,
I hate the light,
I hate the daydreamers.
I hate the day,
I hate the play,
I hate the big teasers.
I hate that girl,
I hate the world,
But most of all,
I hate my way.
The daydreamer,
Big teaser,
Played with the daylight.
I hate myself,
I want you to love me,
I'd hurt myself,
If you were to hurt me.
I just want somebody else,
If you cannot see me,
Then I'd hate myself.
I'm beginning to see the light,
But it's still two at night,
The blood on my wrist is just a bug bite.
I'm beginning to see the light.
Time follows no man,
Except his skin.
Man traces time back,
To where his memories begin.
I'd burn it all,
But the fool in me
Still clings onto
The most venomous of things.
The silence around me,
That left me to think straight,
Kept me in its jacket,
And I see now,
I am too late.
I hate myself,
I want you to love me,
I'd hurt myself,
If you were to hurt me.
I just want somebody else,
If you cannot see me,
Then I'd hate myself.
I'm beginning to see the light,
But it's still three at night,
The blood on my wrist is just a bug bite.
I'm beginning to see the light.
Right wing, audience fades,
Over the hands on stage,
Show us what we cannot see,
Everyone feels you, guaranteed.
Jump up, scream our eyes,
Over the hands behind,
So forget about your sins,
Hers are coming in.
Restless Indian summer,
Imagine that she too, feels the shame.
No burdens bear
Inside black hair.
I hate myself,
I want you to love me,
If I feel down
I want you to hug me.
I just want somebody else,
If you cannot see me,
Then I'd hate myself.
I'm beginning to see the light,
But it's still four at night,
The blood on my wrist is just a bug bite.
I'm beginning to see the light.
Give him a stick, and he'll be home.
Give him a ring, and he'll be home.
Take from him, all that he knows.
Give to you, all that he knows.
Ring him up in his velvet crushed suit.
Stick him up, with all of the loot.
Knowledge is a slowly burning rope.
Knowledge is the hero's only hope.
Though the flames may lick his feet,
The land where fire and ice may meet,
Is the land where the hot springs blow,
And the hero may rest and wait his go.
I just want somebody else,
If you cannot see me,
I'd hate myself.
I'm beginning to see the light,
But it's still five at night,
The blood on my wrist is just a bug bite.
I'm beginning to see the light.
I'm beginning to see the light,
But it's still six at night,
The blood on my wrist is still a bug bite.
I'm beginning to see the light.
Daylights scatter on dawns chorus dreaming,
Dreaming of what was, and what may be,
And of how the body is the mind and soul,
Victory is the beaten mans goal.
Indigo is the morning sea.
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11. |
Songs She Was Singing
03:57
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A spark of oneness
In her style
Captivates me
More than anyone ever could.
A glimpse of wildness
In her eyes
Consummates me
More than I ever thought it could.
Soothing me softly in her sun
Singing songs.
Singing softly with her smile
Singing vibes
The beauty of love's in her eyes.
A touch of sunlight
In her style
Canonised me
More than angels ever could.
I'll always come back to the song she was singing
Whenever I'm not feeling right.
I'll always come back to the song she was singing
Whenever I'm not feeling right.
Soothing me softly in her sun
Singing songs.
Singing softly with her smile
Singing vibes
The beauty of love's in her eyes.
A flowing aura
Blossoms round me
Flowers sent from herald lips
Sent by the sentimentalist.
I'll always come back to the song she was singing
Whenever I'm not feeling right.
I'll always come back to the song she was singing
Whenever I'm not feeling right.
Soothing me softly with her sun
Singing songs.
Singing softly with her smile
Singing vibes
The beauty of love's in her eyes.
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Barabajagal Dunedin, New Zealand
Barabajagal are a band who make music.
It's pretty ok stuff
really.
It's rooted in psychedelia but incorporates so many genres that it doesn't really seem too definable. But it's ok with that.
Despite being a kiwi band the songwriter is actually rather English, so whenever he sings you'd be hard pressed to go "wow, those kiwis huh". Still, New Zealand-ish.
Pronounced Bah-Rabba-Jaggle.
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