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Scones
02:43
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When your mother bakes a batch of scones she always makes too many…
On the first day they’re the perfect thing to have with your Devonshire tea
On the second day, a relegation, only just good enough for me
On the next day, the hardened pastry just cannot be squeezed
And on the fourth day the only things retaining edibility
Are the sultanas, from Foodtown
Juicy little bits that make it good
They’re sultanas, from Foodtown
Virtuous reminders of motherhood
They’re sultanas, from Foodtown
I know the things that mean everything to you
And I know that what you say just can’t all be true
You don’t know the way I know that everyone’s a scone
And the only things that are really left when everything else is gone
Are the sultanas, from Foodtown
Juicy little bits all stuck in the middle
They’re sultanas, from Foodtown
Ba ba ba-ba ba-ba ba riddle
They’re sultanas, from Foodtown
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Blow The Pain Away
03:11
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My, Marcie, you’re looking big now
Bigger than I’ve ever seen you before
I know you’ve waited a long time for this
And I know you’re gonna be so sore
Is it nine pounds or nine months’ wait/weight
You lose it all in just one day
I’ve been looking forward to this too
I’ve been practising so I know just what to say
You’re looking good, you’re doing fine
You’ve been the best for such a long time
Nice and deep, deep and slow
You know what you have to do, it’s blow
Blow the pain away…
Pretend there’s a big candle there
Just suck it in and blow it out
It’s just like on your birthday
But it’s not you, it’s somebody else
I’ll stick a needle in your back if you like
The choice is really up to you, you know
Some heavy drugs to make you feel high
But the best way’s really nice and deep and slow
You’re looking good, you’re doing fine
I’d better get the telephone line
I know it hurts, I know, I know
So just take one more lungful of this gas and blow
Blow the pain away…
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Thompson Is In Trouble
02:54
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Thompson, you were a friend of mine
You knew I’d be there every time
Thompson, you had a friend in me
You know that I still want to be
But Thompson, you’re in trouble, not me
Thompson, you tried to fit right in
But they saw what you were up to, must have known where you had been
And I had a Sneaky Feeling that this outcome could occur
It would have been to your advantage to have stayed where you were
But Thompson, you’re in trouble, ohh
Thompson, what the hell are you doing here?
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Edie On The Lawn
03:55
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I remember how I’d sit and listen to Edie on the lawn
A lager and your letters in my hands, I felt the best I have
I know I said it’s what I wanted
And it is, I think
The problem was always mine
And I’ve always known it
I’ve missed you in the morning and I saw you everywhere at night
I know it was me, but you don’t need to blame me
And it hurts, even though it’s what I wanted
In a way, anyway
It hurts and I’m happy at once
Or so it seems
Lost in the bewilderness, you’re flying on
I wasn’t meant to see, but the truth can’t always be concealed
How much in touch with his feelings can a grown boy be
When the minor key’s in town
I remember how I’d sit and listen to Edie on the lawn again
You and I were in mutual zugzwang
And I looked like Quim Barreiros
But I was Jimmy Dean
In his antepenultimate feature
Or so it seemed
But sometimes I wonder if you were ever really happy before
I’m glad you’re feeling better now
And I don’t know my feelings, I only feel them
Now the minor key’s in town
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The Red MG
04:18
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I saw her every night in the garden
I saw her every day, and I wanted her to be mine
She drove a red MG, with shiny spokes and leather seats
She took it seriously that it should be kept well
Images of orange daiquiris and Ecstasy cocktails
Assembled in my head, I knew she liked them
Following her at too-high speed with crazy drinks between my ears
My eyes looking wide and red
The colour of the upholstery in her car
As that car pulled away from me
She didn’t want to be seen next to me
That car pulled away from me
She didn’t want to be seen through anybody’s tinted windscreen
Blistening thrusts of rubber ‘neath her feet
Salutary lessons of life in fast lanes
Conspired to pull my confidence down
To think I really thought a slow saloon could ever match the pace of such a fine machine
Unattainable beauty was all I could see
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