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Funkanova
04:18
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Funkanova
You just glide away
All elegance and style
Impossibly sleek
And so far out of reach
Hold your head above the clouds
Trail lovers in your wake
Wear compliments like jewels
Smiling like a hungry crescent moon
You’d flirt but modesty forbids
My cyber space narcissus
You honour and you bless us
With your presence dear
But she’s Funkanova, she’s got danger in her soul
She’s Funkanova she doesn’t need flaunt it and she’s caught my eye
She’s Funkanova, she rocks and she burns
She kicks and she screams in high boots and jeans
She gets down and dirty with me
She’s my freak of the week and she’s on fire
Your green dress follows you like wings
Suitors sing your praises
Clinging to your shadow as you sail the stars
He falls for your mystique
Falls down at your feet
Well groomed, well-heeled and chic
And no fun at all
But now you’re too frightened to look down
Your crown made you the Queen
Of the Town and Country scene
You run on empty now
But she’s Funkanova, she’s got danger in her soul
She’s Funkanova she doesn’t need flaunt it and she’s caught my eye
She’s Funkanova, she rocks and she burns
She kicks and she screams in high boots and jeans
She gets down and dirty with me
She’s my freak of the week and she’s on fire
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Cabbage White
03:48
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Cabbage White
What’s a rose?
By any other name a crown of thorns
You feel
The comfort of the dark before the dawn
You don’t belong here
A Cabbage White in a wildfire
You don’t belong here
In an English garden flowering in the sun
Shadow clouds your eyes
Dark romantic, deadly nightshade, you love the hole in your own heart
He walked through that open window and stained the moon with his blood
Kiss the ghost of your lover
Like a cloak, shadows gather
Wear your grief as a boutonniére
Let a smile become a veil
Flirt with darkness as you masquerade
Seeking shelter from the sun
In the rain
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Adamslie Park
02:28
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Shitting Bricks
02:15
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Shitting Bricks
They got iron, they got fire raining down on me, I’m shitting bricks
They got money, they got power, they’re wired to my brain, I’m shitting bricks
Got my number, got my mind read, watching through my screen, I’m shitting bricks
They know how to tempt me and I see
There they are staring straight back at me
They got drones, they got rockets sticking in my eye, I’m shitting bricks
Got their hands in my pockets filling their own boots, I’m shitting bricks
I’ve got to close my eyes to get ahead
Got to bite my lip and bow my head
I felt soft sand beneath my feet, there was the sun upon the sea
We were free then, we were easy, we were young
Blessed by the ocean and the sky when he was just a twinkle in your eye
And if the steel flies, if the sky falls that’s where you’ll find us
But they got rifles, they got blindfolds, they hide behind a mask, I’m shitting bricks
They say killers are heroes and arm them to the teeth, I’m shitting bricks
There are none so blind as those who will not see
Don’t close your eyes and point that thing at me
I’m peeping through my fingers ‘cos I can’t bear to look, I’m shitting bricks
They’re pushing red buttons and pulling triggers in my brain, I’m shitting bricks
It’s going to leave a nasty stain
I’m shitting bricks
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Asha
08:31
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Asha
Red Man rises from the cold, cold, ground
Hooks my eye and takes me down
Shame clothes the past
Sin claims my heart
Black coal fire, hot killing stare
Centuries of running, going nowhere
Pure – white – flame – Asha – Asha
Forward, behind, time out of mind
To wipe this memory I will kneel and swallow anything
Aid and abet every regret
The blaze is coming, and I cannot step out of the light
There’s a secret in my blood and she’ll be spilling it tonight
Red Spiders hatch inside my head
Take me dancing through the land of the dead
He licks and wipes
My black blood from his knife
Pure – white – flame – Asha
Asha Asha
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The Weaving Shed
03:22
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Apex
03:19
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Apex
Blood sacrifice, the edge is coming, you want to taste it all
You might as well just take a running jump if you’re going to fall
Undercover kisses, sweet seduction, everybody knows you
The Devil needs no introduction, the toxic seed you sow
It flowers and it grows
Pin them down like butterflies, the angels that you tempted
You impregnate and mesmerize and hold them in contempt
For all the tears they spend
From the humdrum to the waterhole, the cattle come and go
You slake you thirst, you make a killing, you take them by the throat
And watch their life blood flow
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High and Low
03:15
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High and Low
Eagle scours the mountaintop, kestrel takes the wing
Upon the wind sparrowhawk keen eyed across the glen
I have flown this land I love Border hill to foam
Kissed zephyrs with the osprey to rest my eyes on you
Underneath the bramble the briar and the rose
Scarlet fox and wildcat tread lightly on the pine
And I have crept beside them through meadowland and thorn
All for to catch the scent of you and hold you on my breath
High and low, searching, high and low
Pebble nosed the otter slips and slides the gleaming burn
Salmon leap to catch a glimpse, grey seal haunt the shore
And I have sailed this sacred place Western isle to Northern sea
I brave the gale to sight the sail that carries you to me
High and low
High and low
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Es la mañana llena (Pablo Neruda)
Es la mañana llena de tempestad
en el corazòn del verano (del verano)
Como pañuelos blancos de adiós viajan las nubes,
el viento las sacude con sus viajeras manos
Innumerable corazòn del viento
latiendo sobre nuestra silencio enamorado
Zumbando entre los árboles, orquestal y divino
como una llenga llena de guerras y de cantos
Viento que lleva en rápido robo la hojarasca
y desvia las flechas latientes de los pájaros
Viento que la derriba en ola sin espuma
y sustancia sin peso, y fuegos inclinados
Se rompe se sumerge su volumen de besos
combatido en la puerta del viento del verano
(My completely dodgy translation adapted from a book wot I read:
A morning storm-ripe in summer’s heart.
Clouds, like white handkerchiefs of farewell, wave in wind-borne hands.
The boundless heart of the wind whose beats enfold our loving silence,
resounds among the trees, orchestral and divine; a language of war and song.
The robber wind bears off fallen leaves and parries the trilling arrows of birds.
Wind which folds her in sprayless wave and weightless substance and leaning fires.
Her flood of kisses break and drown, warring in the doorway of the summer wind.)
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Nowhereland
02:46
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(Anthem for) Nowhereland
We’re all from Nowhere Town spinning on Nowhere World
Just angels on a pin
Are you a bull on parade. standing up for your country, saluting the flag?
Do you fight for the lord, go marching for glory? Are you chosen by god?
Are you loyal and proud, of your king and your country, your skin or your blood?
Stop – count the birds as they fly, the drops in the ocean, the stars in the sky
Sing this nobody song, a wee anthem for everyone from Nowhere at all
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Rain
05:32
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Devil Ride
04:43
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Devil Ride
There’s a hole in the sky that the devil rides through
And he’s wearing a smile ‘cos the end’s coming soon
There’s a chill runs down your spine, there’s a lump in your throat
You see the waters are rising and you ain’t gonna float
We’ve been starving the land, but we’ve been feeding the fire
We’ve been chopping more wood, and building our own pyre
Now there’s a rich man in a mansion, he’s bought a ticket to the moon
And he’s waving you all goodbye cos he knows that the end’s coming soon
See that streetwalking crazy with the bloodshot eye?
He’s done waving that sign saying ‘the rapture is nigh’
Now he’s wearing a t-shirt it says ‘I told you all so
You pissed on sweet Mother Earth, now you’re gotta reap what you sow’
There’s a hole in the sky that the devil rides through
And he’s wearing a wicked, wicked, smile ‘cos the end’s coming soon
There’s a hole in the sky that the devil’s rides through
And he’s wearing a pretty pretty smile ‘cos he knows the end’s coming soo
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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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