1. |
Jugband Blues
03:13
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It's awfully considerate of you to think of me here
And I'm much obliged to you for making it clear
That I'm not here.
And I never knew the moon could be so blue
And I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoes
And brought me here instead dressed in red
And I'm wondering who could be writing this song.
I don't care if the sun don't shine
And I don't care if nothing is mine
And I don't care if I'm nervous with you
I'll do my loving in the winter.
And the sea isn't green
And I love the queen
And what exactly is a dream
And what exactly is a joke.
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2. |
Arnold Layne
03:29
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Arnold Layne had a strange hobby
Collecting clothes
Moonshine washing line
They suit him fine
On the wall hung a tall mirror
Distorted view, see through baby blue
Oh, Arnold Layne
It's not the same, takes two to know
Two to know, two to know
Why can't you see?
Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne
Now he's caught - a nasty sort of person
They gave him time
Doors bang - chain gang - he hates it
Oh, Arnold Layne
It's not the same, takes two to know
Two to know, two to know
Why can't you see?
Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne
Don't do it again
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3. |
Interstellar Overdrive
07:56
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4. |
Dark Globe
01:53
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Oh where are you now
pussy willow that smiled on this leaf?
When I was alone you promised the stone from your heart
my head kissed the ground
I was half the way down, treading the sand
please, please, lift a hand
I'm only a person whose armbands beat
on his hands, hang tall
won't you miss me?
Wouldn't you miss me at all?
The poppy birds way
swing twigs coffee brands around
brandish her wand with a feathery tongue
my head kissed the ground
I was half the way down, treading the sand
please, please, please lift the hand
I'm only a person with Eskimo chain
I tattooed my brain all the way...
Won't you miss me?
Wouldn't you miss me at all?
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5. |
Golden Hair
03:43
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Lean out your window, golden hair
I heard you singing in the midnight air
my book is closed, I read no more
watching the fire dance, on the floor
I've left my book, I've left my room
For I heard you singing through the gloom
singing and singing, a merry air
lean out the window, golden hair...
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6. |
Bike
03:01
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I've got a bike, you can ride it if you like.
It's got a basket, a bell that rings
And things to make it look good.
I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.
I've got a cloak it's a bit of a joke.
There's a tear up the front. It's red and black.
I've had it for months.
If you think it could look good, then I guess it should.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.
I know a mouse, and he hasn't got a house.
I don't know why I call him Gerald.
He's getting rather old, but he's a good mouse.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.
I've got a clan of gingerbread men.
Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men.
Take a couple if you wish. They're on the dish.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.
I know a room full of musical tunes.
Some rhyme, some ching, most of them are clockwork.
Let's go into the other room and make them work.
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7. |
Octopus
02:26
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Trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro', you have no word
Trip, trip to a dream dragon, hide your wings in a ghost tower
Sails cackling at every plate we break
Cracked by scattered needles the little minute gong coughs and clears his throat
Madam you see before you stand, hey ho, never be still
The old original favorite grand, grasshoppers green Herbarian band
And the tune they play is "In Us Confide"
So trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro', you have no word
Please leave us here, close our eyes to the octopus ride!
Isn't it good to be lost in the wood
Isn't it bad so quiet there, in the wood
Meant even less to me than I thought
With a honey plough of yellow prickly seeds
Clover honey pots and mystic shining feed
Well, the madcap laughed at the man on the border, hey ho, huff the Talbot
"Cheat" he cried shouting kangaroo, it's true in their tree they cried
Please leave us here, close our eyes to the octopus ride!
Please leave us here, close our eyes to the octopus ride!
The madcap laughed at the man on the border, hey ho, huff the Talbot
The winds they blew and the leaves did wag
They'll never put me in their bag, the seas will reach and always seep
So high you go, so low you creep, the wind it blows in tropical heat
The drones they throng on mossy seats, the squeaking door will always squeak
Two up, two down we'll never meet, so merrily trip forgo my side
Please leave us here, close our eyes to the octopus ride!
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8. |
No Man's Land
02:40
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You would hold your head up high
You even try
You would hold another hand
Oh, understand
They even see me under call
We under all, we awful, awful, crawl
To hear my hour don't see me cry
Just searching you even try
I can make you smile
If it's there, will you go there too?
When I live, I die
They even see me under call
We under all, we awful, awful, crawl
Because of you, to see me be
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9. |
The devided self
07:42
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The devided self devided split separated cut in two one two count them both each devided sundered cut off set at varience severed going different ways part company cease from cohabitation disjoined disjointed disconnected the self split cut two two each sundered off at severed different part cease cohabitation disjointed devided devided separated in one both devided cut set varience going ways company from disjoined disconnected disconnected disjointed disjoined the devided self the self devided. Hallo!
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10. |
Opel
05:48
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On a distant shore, miles from land
Stands the ebony totem in ebony sand
A dream in a mist of grey...
On a far distant shore...
The pebble that stood alone
And driftwood lies half buried
Warm shallow waters sweep shells
So the cockles shine...
A bare winding carcase, stark
Shimmers as flies scoop up meat,
an empty way...
Dry tears...
Crisp flax squeaks tall reeds
Make a circle of grey
in a summer way, around man
Stood on ground...
I'm trying
I'm trying
To find you
To find you
I'm living,
I'm giving,
To find you,
To find you,
I'm living,
I'm living,
I'm trying,
I'm giving
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11. |
P.S. Chain of Life
04:07
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Cry, Baby, cry
Grow, Baby, grow
Stand on your own
Holidays and happy days at home
Seaside, bike ride, fun land, hot sand, childhood floating by
Wonder why I feel so shy when you are passing by
The years of love and wine
Pass by the magic eye
Good time, lifetime
Good line, lifeline
Pass by the magic eye
Your child is growing fast
His future is your past
Good time, lifetime
Good line, lifeline
His future is your past
Slow down, look around
Memories come drifting down
Good time, lifetime
Good line, lifeline
Memories come drifting down
And I remember rather well
Gather round my chair and I will tell
Carriages were open to the breeze
Muffin boys and trams and trees
I recall when I was younger, world was not so small
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