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You Can't Fly
02:44
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Sitting on a fence
You ain't got no present tense
There's a party in the sky
But you can't fly no you can't fly
(Chorus) You can't fly you can't fly you can't fly you can't fly no you can't fly
There's a hole in your boat
Your heart sinks as your body does float
There's a demon in your eye
But you can't fly no you can't fly
In space nobody can hear you dream
I'll set fire to your ice cream
But there's nothing real in space
There's nothing real in outer space
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I want you, boy. I want you, girl. I want you more than this whole world. I want you more than this whole world. I want you. I want you. Everything seems right. I want you inside the moonlight. I want you inside the moonlight. I want you.
In the middle of the night there is no reason to be frightened. There's no reason to be frightened. There's no reason. Within the cosmos of bad luck, within the contents of the cup the devil's drinking 7up the devils in me.
IN ME!
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Arms Of Acrimony
01:48
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You're a taste sensation defenestrated from your position in the sun. Doesn't matter, dust yourself down, you're still number one. You can't get any higher, so no need to aspire. Cos' you're literally on fire.
You're a melodramatic trier and you fell like the TV sky into the arms of acrimony demanding reasons why. You're not getting any older, but the night is getting cold. Who cares? You're literally on fire.
You're metaphoric, burn the place down, leave it all inside. You're photogenic, don't you get it, we should run and hide. You're picking up the pieces, your t-shirts all have creases. Cos' you're literally on fire.
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Nomad's Song
03:58
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A drop in the ocean, an invisible notion of skies of lemon and Elvis staring down at me. A drop in the ocean of mindless corrosion of see if I care, see if there's room to spare.
Smiles are hanging from the stars are hanging from your eyes are hanging from me.
Lying down, drag me up to the place where I smiled about hearts and what a useful old thing they are. If nothing happens before the sun sets on the town i'll take the bus home.
Rambling, I can't be found only my words can be seen if you close your eyes tightly. Rambling, I can't be found only my thoughts can be heard if you listen so closely. If nothing happens before the sun sets on this town i'll take the bus home.
Crusts of this loaf, we are crusts of this hopeless town. Crusts of your sandwich of broken dreams. Let's write songs with no meaning and mean what we say without songs to break our hearts. If nothing happens before the sun sets on the town i'll take the bus home.
I'll take the bus home.
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Yellow Vespa Sprint 125
01:55
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I long to be down by the sea on a yellow Vespa Sprint 125. I don't care if i'm dead or alive.
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A picnic on your shoulder, roll away the boulder. Eh, i'm on the phone, sir. I don't think she ever told her. Said Mary Queen Of Scots with her box of rocks on the moon.
Third wheelers & drug dealers, and evangelist preachers. Woo! And back seat meal dealers, and mythical creatures. In Napoleon's back room writing a musical show.
Jack lost his voice saying 'hey! hey! hey!' taking pictures of Michelle on their holiday, no chains on their feet no places to attend until Bill loads his pistol and he finds them doing sign language at the monkeys in the zoo you might as well you never know who'll be creeping up on you but then again Bill's not real he's the imagination of Michelle, he looks just like her father but tastes just like hell. He's an imagined threat, jack has one too a six foot blonde and she's sniffing glue. The possibility of danger manifesting itself in a lump of bad memories with good health.
There's no room in the wild for the free.
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Where were you when I was looking through a telescope at the moon? Where were you when I was passing by the city you built in the sky? Were you riding a pony? Were you feeling kinda lonely? DId you find your way back to the station? Were you out with the girls taking pictures of squirrels? Did you remember to eat? The day my heart forgot to beat.
I heard the news in my boldest shoes, my soul literally caught fire. Trying to pull through while tethered to a family the size of Mars. Power sniffing glory can you read us one more story? Take another handful of belief. The day my heart forgot to beat.
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Kinda Purple
02:41
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Happy happy happy all the time. I'm so happy all the time. Everything's going to be kinda purple...
Sitting on a bench in the sun, it's been tickling my back all day long. It never really made much sense to me. I guess i'll just sit here until everything's kinda purple.
We call our concoction of thoughts 'life' cos it makes us think we understand. Protons and neutrons and strife. All I can say for sure is everything's kinda purple... kinda purple...
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I know. I know what'll happen. I know what the futures like. I read it in the Biillenial Time Travel News Pamphlet. I didn't even know time travel existed but pamphlets never lie. I read that in a pamphlet.
You'd think maybe if you stood in a field and got out your big shiny time machine and travelled to the future you'd probably end up in a patisserie or a cabinet or another bigger time machine, I mean, who knows?
What if a time mahcine appeared in my living room and a man dressed as a giraffe stepped out and starts shouting at me in Canadian because he can't remember what olives are; a side effect of the time travel. Anything could happen really when you think about it...
You'd think things would be simpler, i mean, why do cats have nine lives?
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Icicle Jokes
02:47
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I have seen her reflection in a tired recollection. In a drizzly haze I remembered your ways, falling over night and day.
Then I caught the strangest feeling my body began keeling she was sat in the corner bright lights they adorn her.
Let me off with your icicle jokes, chased by the boy with the bicycle spokes. I had a dream I stole the moon, wore it round my neck it was like a cartoon.
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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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