1. |
The corn and the cane
02:49
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The coloured window starts to fall
god bless you all
A flash of light it cracks the wall
God bless you all.
Your summers in my spring
your nothings everything
your crackpot is my king
where i go
your heaven is my hell
your palace is my cell
It's just I think, oh well I don't know
You've got eyes but you don't see me
You've got lies, still you trust me
You've got spies waiting to bust me
Then slip away
You've got cars and greyhounds
painted bars and whip rounds
for the stars, it all sounds wonderful
And it goes on and on and on and on and on
It just goes on and on and on and on and on
This is the coldest morning
This is the corn and cane
This is the last age dawning
Under a driving rain
That just goes on and on and on and on and on
It just goes on and on and on and on and on
On to the chapel
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2. |
The Paroquet
03:50
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3. |
Hey special K
01:58
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Hey special K
don't you think the time has run away
seems so long now since that fateful day
Blurs in the sun
an ambulance, a tuk-tuk helped you run
while I was singing of the Special one
But I know somewhere there's an island now
with a shack and an old beach towel
Valentines,
Dinosaurs sent spirits though the lines
that even now the Paleons couldn't find.
Hey special K
Don't you think its funny in a way
The patterns still repeat themselves today
But I know somewhere there's a hotel room
with Pearced speakers from a Sonic Boom
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4. |
Raking up the leaves
02:52
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Your eyes were on the movie
your feet were getting cold
I walked towards the window
the years have made us old.
Too colourful the early bloom
Imprisoned eyes and thought
Within this common lamp lit room were things that cant be bought
Along the streets we walked down
Your faultless feet move on
So conscious of the clock now
Your guise is all but gone
So close the door and draw the blinds
on everything out there
Wait a while there comes a time
when faded ones grow fair
Don't bother me I'm just raking up the leaves
All you'll see's me raking up the leaves
Under bough raking up the leaves
Older now, still raking up the leaves
raking up the leaves
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5. |
Si Racha rake
02:26
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6. |
Foot of a mountain
02:54
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I wrote a story but I’m keeping it to me,
it would only bring me to the foot of a mountain.
Brothers and sisters, misses and misters,
you retreated so quickly, did you ask? Did you miss us?
Cracked up, disorders, barriers and borders,
addictions, afflictions, on the cusp of a calling.
Waylaid and betrayed, at my hands always.
Come join me and we’ll see all the mess in the morning.
Colour the sunlight with your brand of delight,
‘cos life is too long when all the days are just alright.
Come get me in your car, bring time and a guitar,
Just drive till our eyes are going down, going under.
I was not ready for this.
Wake me up and tell me what I’ve missed.
I had directions once before.
I left them on your bedroom floor.
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7. |
New Town fog
02:45
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All I wanted was there on the telly
All I got was New Town fog
watching you sipping soda, lime and cherry
for seven years of solid slog
But now I'm under the table
vomiting my curry
Still, we are all going out tonight
so come around
All I needed was daylight and colour
All I got was cold blackened sod
watching you with your eyes on another
cursing life and fearing god
But while we're still young and able
better start to hurry
so we are all going out tonight
to shake it down.
it's never going to be stable
honestly don't worry
because we are all going out tonight
so come around
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8. |
Collard greens
02:36
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An image of you in the porch
hammering upon the door
A picture in New York
ghosts and fables
when did it get so dark
Did you part with it all?
live out of a bag in hotels?
glad you got your greens
Southern staple
explosions in the town.
I've been kissing the concrete
bumbling around in those circles
Nothings at it seems
private empire
I'll see you in my dreams.
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msp UK
Home recordings. from 1991 until the present day
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