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Lips
05:34
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Lips
Just a trick of light like the morning tide
I watch it roll away
Did it come to life right before our eyes?
A magic moment lost
Look right through it; it just withers in the air
Put your lips to it; try to kiss what isn’t there
Love is nothing
Love is nothing you can touch
Will the spark we made ever be a flame?
I feel it burning, I feel it burning
Just a trick of light like a pool at night
Elusive as the moon
Cup your hands and try to catch that butterfly
White wings are dancing, white wings are dancing
Are we more than friends chasing the rainbow’s end?
Forever out of reach
Look right through it; it just withers in the air
Put your lips to it; try to kiss what isn’t there
Love is nothing
Love is nothing you can touch
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Djinni in a Bottle
04:39
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Djinni in a Bottle
I found me a djinni in a bottle
Now I know can wish away all of my cares
Through the glass there’s a light at the end of the tunnel
The bubbles all burst and my worries float into the air
But please take it easy
I’m in lust and I’m ready to stand and deliver
But you’d better jump quickly before my self-confidence shrinks
There must be 50 ways to leave your liver
When love falls flat I can comfort myself with a drink
But be careful what you wish for
There’s a tumbler of gold at the end of the rainbow
There’s one for the money and two for the show
With your cork in your hand you won’t feel too ashamed though
It’s so easy to open and so bloody tricky to close
Be careful what you wish for
The djinni climbs out of the bottle again
Be careful what you wish for
When you wake up and you cannot remember her name
I found me a djinni in a bottle
A little black magic to spin in my head
You looked twice as nice when I could see double
Now I’m just a loser you can’t wait to kick out of bed
Be careful what you wish for
The djinni climbs out of the bottle again
Be careful what you wish for
You open your eyes and cannot recall your own name
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Drain the Swamp
03:14
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Drain the Swamp
Hey Mr.President caught up with you on my phone today
I was angry, I was broke but now I’m seeing things your way
They promised us a change then they dropped us in the same old mess
They got me down on my knees and left a Democratic stain on my dress
Drain the swamp Drain the swamp
Vultures are circling and feathering their nests upon Capitol Hill
We’re up to our necks in shit and the snakes are closing in for the kill
Drain the swamp Drain the swamp
Drain the swamp Drain the swamp
Mr.President I’m on your side, my international pariah
Mr.President I’ll follow blind, you’re my golden bouffant haired messiah
There’s confusion and corruption and covfe and kerfuffle and collusion
Democrats and David Duke and demagogues and despots and delusion
And all their news is fake but your twitter feeds and gossip are so juicy
Neo-Liberals are on the make but you’re too busy swinging clubs and grabbing pussy to
Drain the swamp Drain the swamp
Drain the swamp Drain the swamp
Mr.President I’m on your side, no expose will ever come between us
Mr.President when I decide I’m voting for your modesty and genius
Your enemies can feed the fishes, who cares if they find the bodies later?
When waters drain the scum remains time to show us who’s the biggest alligator
Drain the swamp Drain the swamp
Drain the swamp Drain the swamp
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Trees
03:22
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Trees
Come away from the fear little darling
Come away from the strife
Come away from the stress, the grief and the lies
Stand out from the crowd sweet child
The devouring machines
Walk out of this life and into a dream
For there’s more to this life than the prison of hours
There’s more to this life than the twist of the knife
Turn your back on the sound and the fury
Turn your back on the glare
Turn your back on the lenses’ cold hearted stare
Be free of this soul less city
The chains and the street
Walk out of the grey and into the green
For there’s truth to be found in the woods and the forest
There’s truth to be found in the trees, in the trees
Where the hours hold no dominion and ancient songs are young
The turning moon and seasons shine and carry us along
And we shall feed the newborn roots and live when we are gone
Lose yourself in the greenwoods lover
Lose yourself in the shade
Lose yourself in the wilderness, come away
Dance out of the greed and the darkness
The brutal routine
Dance out of this world and into the trees
For there’s more to this life and there’s truth in the forest
And there’s no love as deep as the trees, as the trees
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Shitheads on the Moon
02:08
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Shitheads on the Moon
Shithead’s got the money, Shithead’s got the green
Shithead’s got the biggest head of shit you’ve ever seen
Shithead’s got a masterplan put Shitheads into orbit
Shithead gonna put another Shithead in a rocket
How much higher than us insects can the Shitheads go?
Feel the Shitheads piss on us and trickledown below
Need a massive helmet to get that massive Shithead in
Tell us its money well spent with their fancy Shithead spin
When their circling above us and messing up the skies
You gaze at them in wonder wiping faeces from your eyes
They’ve left us in the cesspit where we all deserve to drown
Cos we never had the balls to fight and bring the Shitheads down
And all mankind has left behind, yes all we’ve left to show
For centuries of progress and everything we know
We stole the treasures of the Earth and spent them all too soon
We left this world in ruins and put Shitheads on the moon
Shitheads on the moon
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Portrait
06:07
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Portrait
When I started out wonders lay in wait for me
Vision, art for art, truth and integrity and soul
Electricity, sex and drugs and rock and roll
I will take the prize and hang in the finest galleries
I leave my heart and go to live on the edge
But no-one said this would be easy, this would be easy
I make Love my ex and make mockery of my sex
But no-one said this would be easy this would be…
So hard to sell myself, all my wares out on display
Sticking pins in my own effigy, if I disappeared now
Who would look for me?
Watch my bridges burn, everybody look at me
Break through to the other side, oh I’m so intense and so inspired, watch me
As I sculpt suicide and hang myself among the trees
I leave no trace, no headlines and no legacy
My friend, will you remember, will you remember
The best of me, the spark and the brightness of youth?
Ah, no-one said this would be easy, this would be easy
So I hide in the dark and I paint with my own blood
But when you’ve spent yourself where do you go
When there’s nothing left?
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Easy
01:53
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Easy
I was nervous and tongue tied
I was scared of the kiss
But your lips were a target
Even I couldn’t miss
Like leaf in a blizzard
Like a fish in a net
Until my head went spinning
In time with your pirouette
It’s oh, so easy
Love is oh, so easy
With you
Like a tremulous whisper
Like the Gordian knot
Like a stick in river
Until you pulled me out
I was a snowball in summer
A sycamore seed in the wind
On my guilty knees at the altar
Like a child full of sin
But now it’s oh, so easy
Love is oh, so easy
With you
It’s oh, so easy
Love is oh, so easy
With you
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To Whom it Concerns
03:16
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To Whom It Concerns
To whom it concerns,
Stop looking at me. The man in the mirror cannot set you free. A fist is a wound that unfurls like a fern when love takes a hand. To whom it concerns.
Dear man in the mirror,
Love’s not what you’ll find with lust in your heart and someone else on your mind. The waltz of the lonely is a dance to unlearn. So take a hand, yours sincerely, to whom it concerns.
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Retro
03:53
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Retro
Have you lost your mojo? Are you feeling old?
We’ve bottled up the good old days and now they’re bought and sold
Has it been re-mastered? Has it been re-mixed?
We’ve bolted on the bonus tracks and had the bum notes fixed
Remember when you used to dig the Beatles and the Stones?
Now it’s not even real unless you watch it through your phone
Stream it all for free and listen to its death throes
The guitar man is out of work, it’s all so chic and retro
Back to the Future, Living in the Past
You can take The Shape of Things to come and shove them up your arse
Do you miss the minis? Do you miss the skirts?
Do you miss misogyny and Paisley pattern shirts?
Do you miss the open roads and driving when you’re drunk?
Swerving to the disco sounds and classic rock and punk
Nostalgia for your music and cheap special effects
Nostalgia for promiscuous and unprotected sex
Nostalgia for the teddy bear you used to take to bed
Nostalgia for nostalgia, nostalgia for the dead
Back to the Future, Living in the Past
You can take The Shape of Things to come and stuff them up your arse
Remember when you used to check the shelves for something new?
Now smartphones decide what you like and remember it for you
You take it all for nothing, You Tube and Spotify
So I might as well just pack it in and kiss my songs goodbye
Back to the Future, Living in the Past
You can take The Shape of Things to come and screw them up your arse
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Simple
01:55
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Simple
Clear and unsophisticated
There’s nothing grand or complicated
About my love for you
Bright and pure and simple
As the sun in winter
Shines my love for you
Shines my love for you
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Penny Arcade
03:19
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Penny Arcade
If you’re flying halfway to the moon
Don’t count your chickens too soon
If love comes to brighten your day
Watch the stars and the moon bring the darkness and drive it away
Are the leaves all turning yellow when they used to turn to gold?
Is the precious gift you love the most the one that you just sold?
For every taste of the good life there’s a price that must be paid
And I’m just waiting for the penny to drop in the penny arcade
When your best laid plans and lies fall neatly in place
Then along comes the truth to wipe that smile from your face
Are the winds of fortune blowing happiness your way
Or are they tugging at your locks my friend and stealing your toupee?
For every rung on the ladder there’s a price that must be paid
And I’m just waiting for the penny to drop in the penny arcade
When you’re strutting by so handsome and proud
Then you’re flat on your face and you’re trampled by the crowd
Is that your mortal enemy tied down to the tracks
Or is that his bloody knife you feel sticking in your back?
When you’ve lost count of your blessings and you’re looking down on the rest, remember
You’re just a fish that a bigger fish is waiting to digest
For every high life ticket there’s a price that must be paid
And we’re all just waiting for the pennies to drop in the penny arcade
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Stars Go
04:12
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Stars Go
Leave this music, you’re in my head again
The muse falls silent, sing to me of love
Sing to me of love
Still your shadow follows me around
And how my heart needs to help the darkness bloom
To help the darkness bloom and grow
Bring the sunlight to cast your silhouette for me
Bring drunken laughter to remind me how it was
Remind me how it was
And all the walls come tumbling down
And all the dreams have faded away
And all the stars go flickering out
The future makes fools of us all
How soon will the red curtain fall?
Steal what you can as this moment flies by
Words on paper bleed from my pen again
They fall from my lips into the empty air
Into the empty air
Aimless fingers reach for your skin again
Caressing nothing and making love to strings
Making love to strings
And all the walls come tumbling down
And all the dreams have faded away
And all the stars go flickering out
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Morty's Magic Bus
03:07
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Morty’s Magic Bus
Climb on board, come with us
We’ll take a trip on Morty’s magic bus
To the sea, to the sky
Watch the cotton clouds and Meadows flying by
Hold your ticket tight and sing with us
On Morty’s magic bus
Ivy’s here for the ride
Ivy laughs and Ivy climbs so high
Katie shines, Katie’s warm
Sweet Katie guides her children though the storm
Always for love and not for lust
On Morty’s magic bus
Captain Colour wears a rainbow
Wears a rainbow tie and crimson shoes
Captain Colour makes the pain go
Never been so happy with the blues
We’re en route to the moon
Gonna swing and slide and sway and be there soon
Johnny sings, Johnny rhymes
He’s got fig rolls and potatoes on his mind
Drop out of your routine tune into us
On Morty’s omnibus
It’s candyland, drop a lozenge
It tastes pink and white and green and blue and orange
Violet, jade, yellow and red
Go swimming through the colours in your head
Put on your 3d shades and ride with us
On Morty’s magic bus
Bring all your friends come fly with us
On Morty’s magic bus
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The Fading Outline of Birds in the Sky
I lie on my back facing the sky above
Under tall grass I watch the sun slide past
As I trace the fading outline of birds in the sky
Of birds in the sky
Of birds in the sky
Birds in the sky
I number the clouds, I name the distant hills
Sights to behold almost within my reach
As life slips through my fingers and the summit pulls me on
The summit pulls me on
And the night forgets my song
Such a brief refrain so long
Such a brief refrain
So long
A boy under sky but how are the young to know
The truth of the wind
The whispers and stirrings of the
Storms that blow and scatter dreams and innocence?
This sense of ever falling
Ever falling down
Of ever falling down
Of ever falling down
Of ever falling
I lie on my back eyes shuttered by the dark
Feeling the air, weak and weary of my breath
As I trace the fading outline of birds in the sky
Of birds in the sky
Birds in the sky
Of birds
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Richard Gorman Dundee, UK
Instructions for use:
1 Acquire Albums 2 Acquire whisky 3 Ensure no interruptions for the next hour 4 Dim Lights 5 Turn it up
Drink and repeat as required.
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