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Slip and Slide
03:51
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Slip and Slide
Roll the dice and move along
hit the trail what can’t go wrong
Shortcuts breed familiar cases
Slip back down and start again
Live your life on gasoline
Slip and slide like Vaseline
It often leads to peculiar places
Slip and slide to where you’ve been
One step forward Two steps back
Three move sideways Slip down the cracks
One giant step for mankind Too hard to track
Three blind eminent, illusional mice lead with all they lack
What he see, what he do
Watch him make that monkey of you
Shot guns feed particular faces
That slip and slide the way they do
One step forward Two steps back
Three move sideways Slip down the cracks
One giant step for mankind Too hard to track
Three blind imminent, delusional mice Lead with all they lack
Ah ……. Ah …….
Roll the dice and move along
hit the trail what can go wrong
The forgotten breed spectacular cases
Slip and slide and start again
Ah … Ah ….
Ah …… Ah ….
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2. |
The Monkey Game
03:52
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The Monkey Game
There’s a monkey on my shoulder a world on my back
And a split in my psyche that shows through the cracks
Of another day
In another way
There’s a hole in the ground where the real slip down
And a tear in the sky where the tears come from
On another day
In some other way
Ooh ooh When the monkey come
Ooh ooh He get you all alone
Ooh ooh And when he call your name
Ooh ooh You do the monkey game
He walk, he talk, he tell you what to do
Through the hole in your head where the sun shone through
On another day
In some other way
There’s flaw in your mind and it aches on times
And a tear in my eye from the tear in the sky
On another day
In some other way
Solo …………………. Agh …………. Agh….
Here the monkey come
Here the monkey go
Do the monkey got the gun
Only monkey know
Here the monkey come
Ooh ooh When the monkey comes
Ooh ooh He get you all alone
Ooh ooh And when he call your name
Ooh ooh Gonna play the monkey game
Sun shone through
It’s another way
Another way
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Another Crap Night on Kryptonite
All he holds is his phone .... our only hope
And now there’s an earthquake going on
Just another crap night on kryptonite
It was nothing to be proud of
I’d get up of my ass and put this world to right
If I wasn’t so hooked on – kryptonite
All she holds is her phone
We never talk anymore
And all that we know is from reading our posts
The only time that we’ve got
We watch them slip away
If the house is burning down now
We'll look the other way
Just another crap night on kryptonite
It was nothing to be proud of
I’d get up of my ass and put this world to right
If I wasn’t so hooked on – kryptonite
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Hey Hey
04:58
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Hey Hey
I like your hair
I love your lips
I love the way you move around
I love the way you move your hips
Babe I love the way you flash those big brown eyes
You’re a babe I love it even when you’re in disguise
And if it took a million dollars to look a million dollars then that’s alright it’s all worthwhile
You’re a babe tonight
And if it took a million dollars to look a million dollars then that’s alright it’s all worthwhile
Hey, hey where you been Hey, hey where you going
Yeah I love that glare
And those ‘Trout Pout’ lips
Yeah I love your ice cold stare
Colder than a thousand hits
Hey, hey where you been Hey, hey where you going
Hey, hey where you been Hey, hey where you going
If it took a million dollars to look a million dollars then that’s alright it’s all worthwhile
Hey, hey where you been Hey, hey where you going
Hey, hey where you been Hey, hey where you going
Hey, hey where you been Hey, hey where you going
Hey, hey where you been Hey, hey where you going
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5. |
The Night of the Demon
03:05
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The Night of the Demon
Many may say to disappear
Many may say he's too far gone
Many may try to commandeer you
Many may try to rip my song
And on and on and on and
I can picture it now it's never clearer
The strangest of sounds froze you to the bone
That flickering light creeping ever nearer
Made you run on home
And on and on and on and on and
As you struggle with time does something haunt you
Hunting with dogs just sickens me
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6. |
Only Heaven Knows
05:23
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Only Heaven Knows
You danced like shadow boxing, you moved like molten gold
Twisting, glistening, shimmering light, so bold
The heavens gained an angel, Earth has lost one too
No one moved or no one shone like you
Ah ……….. Ah……
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Monday came, you weren’t home, we saw on TV
No one dared to move, not a soul, not you or me
Children of a headless tribe, sat in silence, sat and cried
'The children of the summers end' had died
Maybe there’s a Heaven, Maybe there’s nothing at all
Maybe there’s some place to go, or someone to call
Hanging on to something, like you’ll never let it go
Moving on, moving somewhere, only Heaven knows
A million eyes, a million tears, a million magazines
Swept the news, and danced the blues and everything between
The heavens gained an angel, Earth has lost one too
No one shone or no one moved like you
Maybe there’s a Heaven, or nothing else at all
Maybe there’s no place to go, or no one else to call
Hanging on to nothing, like you’ll never let it go
Moving on, moving nowhere only Heaven knows
In a café, in a backstreet, in good old London town
The bells of old bailey took their toll
In the corner of the world where no one makes a sound
The bells of solitude are ringing loud
Ah ……….. Ah………. Ah ……….. Ah……….. Ah……….
We’ll walk through the city of love … .
We’ll dance with the stars …
We’ll walk through the Heavens above …
Through the ballrooms of Mars
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7. |
Art Crime
04:53
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Art Crime
Darkness falls through shades of grey,
At the centre of your scheme of things I hear you say
Moonlit shadows slip away
Clawing at your memories while raising all the stakes
That stab you through your messy little art
Your sorry, sodden, trodden little art
And it’s me, it’s the real me
It’s the real deal, its real
And its crazy , what you do to me
The way you make me feel, it’s real
I saw your picture on the wall
Hung in shame, but most of all
No one came or heard your call
And no one cared for tittle tattle or the rattle of your sordid little art
Your seething, stolen, stinking, bleeding art
Steal like an artist, run like a thief
The ballerina pirouettes, through lies and disbelief
There's murder in the gallery, the cavalier’s dead,
Lost his head and someone fled no more was said
About that little art
That scruffy, scrawny, pornie little art
About that little art
That scruffy, scrawny, pornie little art
And it’s me , it’s the real me
It’s the real deal, its real
And its crazy, what you do to me
The way you make me feel, it’s real
And it’s real, It’s real ….. ooh …..
It’s real, what you do to me
The way you make me feel ooh ……..
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Think I'll Go to Glasto
07:18
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Think i'll go to Glasto
In the land of moving curtains
Where everyone knows your name
No one knows the heartache
But they all know the game
And they’re crawling through your laundry
It’s thrown all o’er the floor
And the girl that thought she love you
She don’t come round here no more
And some Martian bird’s been oogled
Somewhere out to sea
My imaginary paranoia
Just won’t stop following me
Hey ……………….
And the Mormans have been googled
They’re everywhere I look
I think I’ll go to Glastonbury and get right off my Facebook
I think I’ll go to Glasto
I think I’ll go right now
Ditch the FN PC
Before it brings me down
There’s a virus in my hard drive,
I’ve been hacked, and I’ve been hooked
I just need to get to somewhere
Get right off my Facebook
In the land of moving curtains
Crawling up my path
Eating at my confidante
Who was slain in the bath
My imaginary friends
Are strewn all o’er the floor
And the girl that thought she love you
Don’t come round here no more
I think I’ll go to Glasto, I think I’ll go right now
Ditch the FN tablets before they bring me down
There’s a virus in my hard drive,
I’ve been hacked, and I’ve been hooked
I need to get to somewhere
And get right off my Face …. Book
Think I’ll just go anywhere (Stone me now)
Think I’ll go right now (Stone the crows)
There’s something in my I …. phone (Stone me now)
And the tears could bring me down ( Let’s get stoned)
There’s a soft spot in my hard drive (Stone me now)
I’ve been hacked and I’ve been hooked (On stoney ground)
I need to get to Glasto (I’m stoney broke)
And get right off my Face … book (And going down)
I think I’ll go to Glasto
And get right off my Facebook
I think I’ll go to Glasto
And get right off my Facebook
(it won’t stop following me)
Hey ......
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L'Invisible Swansea, UK
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