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Cherryade Smile
04:52
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An autumn evening, I cannot remember
Foggy eyes, picking flowers in November
Throwing beercans at the moon
You broke my neck too soon
Shooting lasers through your silhouette
In mime, yawning the alphabet
Roll the dice
Rainstorm blues
Go east young man, Horace is a liar
Pass the paintbrush, honey, don’t get any higher cos’
We’re half the world away
And half the world might say
Grasshopper Jim’s got a rolex on his big toe
Swapping fingers with the razorblade crow
Roll down the lane
We’ll go to places
Chorus: She’s got a cherryade smile
Your only fingers pointing at the door
And the lonely queen of hearts is lying on the floor
Cos I just don’t understand
You’ve got a cigarette in each hand
Throw your bones out the window
Leave your worries on your pillow
I’m down in a hole with a handful of coal
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Hit
05:06
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If I got hit by a car tomorrow, I wouldn't even care
If I got hit by a triple decker, I wouldn't even mind
When I get hit by woe and sorrow, I take it on the chin
If you get hit by woe tomorrow, just don't let evil win
You've got hail beating against you, you've got rain in your eye
Take the weights off of your shoulders and go for a ride
Inside
If I got hit by a jumbo jet, I wouldn't even notice
If I got hit by a spaceship tomorrow, I might even laugh
When I get hit by the farthest light, I just close my eyes and say, hey
If you get hit by gale force winds just blow it all away
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Grasshopper Jim's got his best suit on, he's got his mortar and pestle and he's going to the pond. He picks up some leaves and he puts them on his face. Grasshopper Jim, what a disgrace!
He lives in a swamp near the A85, and if you touch his leg he'll eat you alive unless you beat him at the three-legged race. Grasshopper Jim, what a disgrace!
Talkin' 'bout Grasshopper Jim!!!
He's number ten in the top ten ten pin bowlers and he played bass guitar for the Bay City Rollers, then he sang shang-a-lang and disappeared without a trace. Grasshopper Jim, what a disgrace!
Some people say he's stacking boxes to the moon, some people say he's a tree stump loon, but he just knits scarves for Richard in his woodland place. Grasshopper Jim, what a disgrace!
Talking about Grasshopper Jim!
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Zodiac Avalanche Auchterarder, UK
Anti-folk/crude-folk/twee-folk artist from Scotland. THIS PAGE ALSO INCLUDES MY AMBIENT RELEASES SO DON'T FREAK OUT LIKE 'WHere's tHe WORds?' cos sometimes you just don't need any. (Ambient releases so far for reference: Zeta Reticuli, Sounds Of The Subconscious, To Proselytise The Gods & Ambulations Of The WiFi Horse) Yes, I know I should've made a separate page, but I did not do so. ... more
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