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Gladys and the seeds of some citrus fruits were getting pretty tight
On the Southern rail, in the middle of the night
The Naenaes took a single to long on and the train to Robbie’s shout
Morrissey and Marr and Tony T thought they had it figured out
But I’d like to hear a song about trains that doesn’t sound like a train
It might wobble wobble like a jelly dish
It might seem like an accident
I’d like to hear a song about trains that doesn’t sound like a train
I can’t hear anything, can’t hear anyone, can’t hear you
I can’t hear!
Eat a greasy meal, eat a greasy meal
Guts turning round, they’re turning round, they’re turning round
Eat a greasy meal, eat a greasy meal
Guts turning round, they’re turning round, they’re turning round
The Greek woman on return from Greece, looking into the abyss
Was on the trail of Stevenson’s Rocket … conducting business
She enjoyed a cumber of the cu-ish kind, tomatoes made her fuss
But I would have to say they didn’t sound so good to us
And we’d like to hear a song…
I’d like to hear a song about trains
I’d like to feel more intralinear tension
Resulting from using only articles:
The … an … a
The … an … a-a-a-a-aaa
The … an … a
The … an … aaa
Rolling down the gorge on the Taieri Express
Feeling fairly frail and we’re wanting to be fed
Hash brown, get it down!
Hot dogs and cheese rolls
Mac and cheese, yes, please!
Bacon and rissoles
Rory and Phil didn’t claim their pies
They’re not very attentive guys
They’re not uplifting gourmandisers
They’re not like you and me
The … an … a
The … an … a-a-a-a-aaa
The … an … a
The … an … aaa
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The Story of Montreal
03:10
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We made it through the badlands of old St Lou
We didn’t have a choice
Stumbled round the snowy city
We discovered we had a voice
And we knew what we were on about
But they didn’t have a clue
They couldn’t see how Clean we were
They didn’t know what we were up to
Despite the falls and frosty dorms
Profound momentum kept
Rolling on, before the dawn
We found our place Schenec-
tady for midnight fundament
Harmoniously free
On the canine wonderbus
Circumlocutorially
In those days of games at home
Where the weather wasn’t moist
We came to St Leonard’s frozen city
Where we lost our golden voice
And now misery and doorsteps
Were our quarter in the siege
From epicerie to bookstore
We would dart and when we’d darted we’d weave
Bonjour, comment allez-vous madame
Avez vous un slice of ham?
Pardonnez-moi pour le Franglais
I really wish I knew the proper way to say
I’m unprecedentedly cold
I’ve got frostbite on my shoulder
And I can’t remember when I felt such misery
I think my decency will unfold
My standards will all falter
I will swear and curse and I won’t take responsibility
And then I think I can anticipate what you would say:
“Why was your decency folded anyway?”
Bonsoir, how are you monsieur?
Je fais trop froid in this milieu
I’d rather be beside the Loire
I really think I’d better get back on the tar
I am ectomorphically lean
And equipped for only three seasons
Here’s the fourth in spades and now I really need to get out
Furthermore I am mean
I’m quick at very few things
But escape is one and I am heading for the South
And I hope you can appreciate where I will be
I am being beckoned by the western Key
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Weeds
02:45
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Going ‘round in circles, I don’t know what to do
I’m listening to photographs of you
Don’t know whether I’m the plaintiff, or am I the accused?
Or am I just tightening the screws?
‘Cos all you get is all you need
We’re planting flowers and they all come up weeds
Like falling in and out of touch or looking at the sun
I hope you don’t think this is fun
Talking ‘bout other people, I know quite a few
So you think that I’m in love with love, not you
I thought I saw you yesterday, but you were turned around
I think you saw the things there in the ground
It didn’t turn out quite the way you thought it should
But in the end it’ll only do you good
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4. |
Ode To The Mountains
03:37
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He went across the river and over the hills
And oh, he knew, he knew just what to do
Oh, he knew what to do
He wanted to see the land, the land that was home
And oh, he knew, he knew just where to go
He knew where to go
She followed him and together they walked to the stream
And oh, they knew, they knew that it was good
Oh, they knew it was good
She bent down to have a drink, and he stood up
He said, he said, he said I want to be free
Oh yeah, I want to be free
I know that you are the same as me
And I know that we both are the same
We both want to be free
If you’ll come with me, I know it will all be great
Because we both will be able
Oh to be free…
They stayed there for many days and they knew
Oh-hoh that it was the best thing they could do
Oh, the best they could do
If you have seen a waterfall like a fountain
Then you will know that this is an ode to the mountains
Oh, an ode to the mountains
This is an ode to the mountains…
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Roller Coaster
04:49
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The world is falling away, like on a roller coaster
But the things that I can’t see too well today
Are still there in all clarity
And I guess they always will be
It’s half past nine o’clock in the afternoon
A man stuck in his office simply can’t refuse
To take his workhorse for a walk
And spend a filthy dollar to lose his thoughts
I’ve got a dormant muse who hasn’t got a name
But if she did it would be something like bupivacaine
So if you’re looking for profundity
You’d better listen to the Dean of Aberdeen
I’ve got a real bad case of sandpaper face
I didn’t have a shave this morning, nosirree
But it’s not as if you need to know
I’ve still got my 9 o’clock shadow
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