1. |
Oystér Soufflé
01:17
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Hello, I suppose you're all wondering why I brought you here today.
You're here to listen to an album,
Brought to you by the mind of David Cooper of Barabajagal.
Like Marmite this album may or may not pander to your taste,
But one of these songs might just be Nutella.
So sit through and keep eating,
Because, like with the Oyster Soufflé,
You may be entirely discouraged from eating this album.
So instead, listen to it.
Good luck, we're all counting on you.
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2. |
Bliss
03:44
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Take my hand, I'll show you why.
Never know until you try.
Look at me, cross the room,
Looking bit like a goon.
You dance with me.
I dance with you.
You never know what we're gonna do,
Because that is what we do at bliss,
Danny boy, Jensis and this
Is a song for clubs and I know it's true,
It's just an old fashioned tune,
But still you can dance and sway in the arms
Of a man who can barely even dance.
Meet at the club outside the door,
Grind until your arse is raw,
And then we sing the songs we know,
The words are just our little show
Between us.
We miss the beat and we lost the key,
I'll do it again cos youre lost with me.
You partied hard and hit the floor,
We called you cab at half past four and this.
Is a song for clubs and I know it's true,
It's just an old fashioned tune,
But still you can dance and sway in the arms
Of a man who can barely even dance.
Took my hand to grab some air,
I run my fingers through your hair,
You went to kiss but I said 'no,
The movies show its done in slow mo'.
When we tried to go inside
The bouncer said 'not tonight',
You drunk too much, your cab arrived,
You grabbed your shoes and I waved goodbye
and this
Is a song for clubs and I know it's true,
It's just an old fashioned tune,
But still you can dance and sway in the arms
Of a man who can barely even dance.
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3. |
Time Will Govern (Fall)
03:41
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By the time you've made it, you've had it.
Time is the coin of your life.
It is the only coin you can have.
And only you can determine how it will be spend.
Be careful, lest you let other people spend it for you.
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4. |
Riots In London
03:51
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Down in the streets of London Town,
Another shop hits the ground,
White hart lanes a red hot flame
Down in the street of London town
Down in the streets of London town,
Another cop hits the ground
Taken over the underground,
Facebooks drawn another crowd,
Morlocks creep out at night,
Taken over the underground.
Taken over the underground,
Looking stupid but feeling proud.
Riots in london.
Where has Cameron gone?
Riots in london.
Where has the police gone?
Take it out on the happy few,
Just another pointless view,
Frustrations at social gains
Take it out on the happy few.
Take it out on the happy few,
Who call to arms, with their brooms.
Riots in london.
Where has Cameron gone?
Riots in london.
Where has the police gone?
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5. |
Blue Green Burst
01:47
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Electric dancers flashing by,
Into my mind, why I sigh.
Kill myself in a blue green burst.
Stay alive for what its worth.
Crystal flicker matchwood flame,
Black and burnt but bright the same.
Keep on burning if not for me,
You will glitter wherever you've been.
Tinker hatch toys play my mind.
Minotaur and dust you find,
Side by side the lego blocks.
Steer my boat as she rocks.
Crystal flicker matchwood flame,
Black and burnt but bright the same.
Keep on burning if not for me,
You will glitter wherever you've been.
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6. |
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I know what I want to say
And why I mean that I do,
But you make my tongue go numb,
Just to think of you.
You mean something to me,
You're a part of everything,
You are nothing to me
Because nothing is something.
At least one of us is sane,
But we both know that it's us,
Because, baby, we're both fine,
So there is'nt a rush.
You mean something to me,
You're a part of everything,
You are nothing to me
Because nothing is something.
Screaming into instant pasts,
Melodies of tuneless blasts.
Ad hoc effects of quid pro quo
One little life
One flower to grow.
Silence ringing, noiseless sound
Ravens to flock from the ground
To make pupils in the pink sky,
One family stares
One girl wants to die.
Porcelain features,
Under Van Gogh skies.
The memories of love lost
Of glowing with moonlit creatures
Never dies.
Millions of dancing rainbows
Hidden in the luna gaze,
Names that hide,
Dancing colours, crystalize.
Please don't let Mac back in town,
His double bladed silver tongue
Will not ease your pains, from your
Ladders bottom rung.
You mean something to me,
You're a part of everything,
You are nothing to me
Because nothing is something.
I hope youre still listening,
Drowning our words for paper.
A part of me still believes
That love is all you're really after.
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7. |
The Organ Man
05:17
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Ying yang
Glasses plan
Tell your tales to the organ man
Would We
Never be
Together once forever free
Look at
Rangi Fat.
Maybe I'm the cheshire cat
I'm not mad
Take my time
and take my mind.
I dont want,
Nor really need
Crying words,
At night where I can't see.
I'm not insane
I only see what I see be's,
I make my mind on little time points,
And creak my joints into sleep tight sheep.
There's nothing wrong with my brain
Love me for me
And dont hurt me
Like I hurt me,
Egocentric me.
I'm not mad ,
I'm not insane ,
Theres nothing wrong with my brain.
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8. |
Oystér Soufflé Pt 2
00:51
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Hello and welcome back to the second half of Marmite
I would like to thank you very much for flipping your mp3/cd/tape/vinyl over
I would also like to take this opportunity to apologise for any distress caused by the previous or forthcoming songs.
Whether it be through their design, their nature or their high yeast content.
Now sit sit back, once more, and take another sample of the delicatessen of Barabajagals Marmite.
Part 2.
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9. |
Tea Stain Sun
03:11
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Colourful and brightly painted
Watercolour, though slightly tainted.
Touched in life by real hands,
The tea stain sun freckles the land.
Dappled marble violet sky,
Where the gaze shall never lie.
In the backgrounds pale mystique,
The heavens must've surely leaked.
Thin waves blown by the breeze,
Meadow spotted with yellow leaves.
Kisses of white apple blossom rain,
Peppered beneath the great tea stain.
The figure crouched beside the tree
Hidden behind the springtime scene
Reading the works of Oscar Wilde
Behind the petal blooms all the while.
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10. |
Stand Here Waiting
01:32
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I want to know what's going on,
So I'll just stand here waiting.
Got no money and I got no job
So I'll just stand here waiting.
I don't know what to do with my life
So I'll just stand here waiting.
Backed a horse at 20 to 1
Came in 20 past 4.
Freedoms wasted on the free
Look how happy you could be
If you were to live like me
Free from all disharmony.
Is this the end,
Or another start?
Start at the close,
Close when we part.
A shining light is dawning,
Is this the end,
Or another morning?
You'll see.
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11. |
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This is a song for the lonely,
Only sing it if you're blue.
If you think you're no one,
Then this is the song for you.
If you have been left hanging
Like a portrait in some nursing home,
And if you smell a little stale,
Then you can join me, alone.
I don't care if you don't smile
Or if you don't reply.
We both know it's not the time
To read between the lines
Of this song for no one,
Particularly for you.
This is a song for the lonely,
Only sing it if you're blue.
If you think you're no one,
Then this is the song for you.
If you want to run around,
Screaming at the top of your lungs,
And pull out what's left of your hair,
Then meet me on the ladder's bottom rung.
If you have someone you love,
Who never seems to pick up the phone
And is always washing her hair,
Then you can join me, alone.
I don't care if you don't smile
Or if you don't reply.
We both know it's not the time
To read between the lines
Of this song for no one,
Particularly for you.
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12. |
New Religion
02:37
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Praise the bun god for he has come.
Happy meals for everyone.
Blessed are the fanta skies,
So thank the King for Kentucky fries.
In a week did the BBC
Create Sky and ITV.
Banished us for Apple sins.
Tainted beings now Fox News has been.
Buy in on a wave of new religion.
Bread amongst executive pigeons,
Who worship coporate traditions.
Nintendo born from Virgin birth,
Windows to the angels' earth.
Gifts from Sony, Sega, Steam,
Leave luck to heavens console team.
Buy in on a wave of new religion.
Bread amongst executive pigeons,
Who worship coporate traditions.
On desert trodden Nike shoes,
Prada tempts you new perfumes,
Fasten up your Gucchi purse,
Where Prada cannot do its worst.
Buy in on a wave of new religion.
Bread amongst executive pigeons,
Who worship coporate traditions.
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Deep Dark mono-chrome night
Dark sad endless light
Inaugurated by silence
Winter sadness in the dripping caves.
Writers photography
Caved lovers in jeopardy.
Sit up all night
Talking, choking
Count the fences and wait for morning.
Will wait, dream and the faces will come again.
Staring down into the holes in their eyes
Fall but wake up just in time.
Corruption of powers
Masters working
See through glasses
Iris burning
As rotten dreams
And
Stale Ideals
The hounds are snapping
At the heels
Of Danny Boy
Whose pipes are blocked
By vodka fields
And potato shots.
This will be
The death of me
And what a slow death
It will be.
How many voices,
Have escaped you until now?
The venting furnace,
The floorboards underfoot,
The steady accusations of the clock?
Numbering the minutes,
No one will mark.
The terrible clarity this moment brings,
The useless insights,
The unbroken dark.
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14. |
I've Run Out Of Time
00:11
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Time,
I've run out of time.
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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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