1. |
Cousin / Grandma
03:27
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Cousin, Dad, Cousin, Cousin, Cousin, Dad, Cousin
GRANDMA
I ain't got no Cousin no Cousin
I ain't got no...
All I've got's my brother, sister
I ain't got no Cousin no Cousin
I ain't got no...
Mumma gone ‘n’ left me
(Cousin, Dad)
Mumma gone away
(Cousin, Cousin)
Mumma gonna tell me
(Cousin, Dad)
I've got no Identity.
She's repressed by my (Grandma / Cousin)
She's repressed by my (Grandma / Cousin)
She.
Multiplication,
Yeah, it's a truth.
Smoothing the friction,
One becomes two.
I’ve got no Identity.
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2. |
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Listening bones
Little tools
Ossicles
Move inside our,
Ears
hands are boiling,
stave is broken,
mouths are kissing...
we are walking,
business sulking,
ears are hearing...
We'll boil your hands, soothing,
you find you found again...
They are selling
Fuss and Sex
But it has no RELEVANCE
(meaning more than)
Little bones, moving
you hear you heard again...
They are selling
Gloss and tripe
But it has no ELEGANCE
(unlike listening)
Ossicles attached to ligaments,
Eardrum pushes the Hammer,
which collides with the Anvil,
which shoves the Stirrup into the nerve,
(Listen)
(listening bones
little tools
Ossicles
move inside our ears)
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3. |
Drugs and Faith
00:49
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Some people get so high on
Drugs
They make their head
Erode
They build their own
Coffins, coffins, coffins, coffins,
Brains can create so much
FUN
I make mine really
NUMB
By watching
Television, television, television.
One day I’ll have to be so
BRAVE
To lie in my own
GRAVE
I have to bear the pressure, pleasure,
ULTRA LEISURE
Some people do it with a
CROSS
They’re labelling the
LOST
I have to get to Heaven, hello
CEREBELLUM
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4. |
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(general animalistic whooping ensues)
My blood boils with the tropic heat,
and the rhythm of my heart is the tom tom beat
(You bring out the savage in me)
Primitive love cries reach my ears
with the passion of a hundred million years
(You bring out the savage in me)
Woaah, call it madness or sin,
how was I to know,
what was creeping within me?
Just like Tarzan I'll be your ape man,
you're getting so ferocious that you can't escape man,
you'll find out how wild I can be,
when, you bring the savage in me.
(more incoherent shrieking and parping)
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5. |
Breathe your breath
04:02
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Breath your Breath (breath it)
Take your Time (take it)
Hold it in (hold it)
Let it go (let it)
(all together)
(I’ve got a chameleon on my hat, I will never own a house, I like to sleep in public toilets, gentlemen should wear more hats, , tea is the water of life, I can’t remember what I say in this bit, the human race is the fastest race )
Do it before you die.
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6. |
The National Anthem
04:33
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Everyone, everyone around here, everyone is so, near, so in love.
So in love.
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7. |
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Listen
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8. |
Dig
05:13
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Still pushing, the daisies up.
Still pushing, the daisies up.
Dig, your, deep, hole, in, the earth
Dig it in the Earth.
Dig, Dig.
Dig, DIG.
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