1. |
Creepin' round your door
03:48
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When the full moon
Comes creepin' an' crawlin' round your door
An' you don't feel, you wanna stay
In a dark house anymore
I've been creepin'
Creepin' round your door
And when the woman when she leers
In those diamond skies and tears
Don't remember the thoughts
That would guide you in your younger years
And your laying in your bed
Thoughts running through your head
Found myself reading Rimbaud lat night instead
I've been creepin', creepin round your door
An', when you're lost, in the rain
Won't you come around
With your magic and your potions
You know I'm spell bound
I've been creepin', creepin round your door
And when the woman when she leers
In those diamond skies and tears
Don't remember the thoughts
That would guide you in your younger years
And your laying in your bed
Thoughts running through your head
Found myself reading Rimbaud lat night instead
I've been creepin', creepin round your door
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2. |
A little murder or two
03:58
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Never gonna get me
For anything I didn't do
Maybe a little murder or two
Never gonna hold me
For anything I might have said
I ain't gonna shoot my lead
I like way you run
Seen the way you're alway on
Some kind of social platform
Why don't you tell me where you're from
I'll be your smoke 'n' mirror man
Wouldn't do you any harm
Tell me where you're from
Ive heard about your vanity
And the ways you like to be seen
Heard you like it dirty
Never been too clean
So post another picture of yourself
And we can see the ways you go
Could follow you home
Be I'll be your smoke 'n' mirror man
Wouldn't do you any harm
Just tell me where you're from
Gonna crush you
End your dreams
An' split the machine
Hypothesize you
And your schemes
Contaminate the scene
There are pictures
In the soul
For you to put on show
Just a shadow
And the one you know
Only too well, oh
Tell me where you're from
Never gonna get me
Take my life
For a little struggle and strife
Never gonna get me
With the noose
I'm gonna play it loose
Never gonna get me
For anything I didn't do-oo
Maybe a little murder or two
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3. |
As for us sailors
03:12
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Though I beg of you
To bring back the snarl
Of your useless enthrall
It wasn't the ocean
That asked for our fall
Or hapless hazard
And endless toil
Emboldened and embroiled
By a token vessel
Ship in the sea
Though I never, no never
Said of the sun nor the sea
That vast and cosmic oceans
Were meant to be seen
Or that the stars
Should burn for you and me
Only to set sail
Upon mist and masts
Upon a whim and a promise
An' be a little bit more
Than what salty sea dogs
And captain's logs
Determine us be called
Determine us to be called
Or summon us to be
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4. |
Desertspoonful of Blood
03:22
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I've been drinking
Been drinkin' again
6 sheets to the wind
7 deadly sins
I've been rolling
Been rolling again
Snake eyes
I'm on the dealers side
God's in the hallway
Money's up against the wall
Good deal comin' in
Got the commander and chief on hold
I've been sneaking
Been sneaking again
Just before the sun
Right before the crack of dawn
I've been thinking
Been thinking again
'bout loot and merchants
The emporers pirate ships
Independence and rebellion
The mystery of foreign lands
Whisperers and prayers
The history of fate and chance
I've been sleeping
Been sleepin' again
Below the worry and the gloom
Of an atomic doomsday clock
I've been bleeding
Been bleedin' again
In the plunder and the ploom
With a desertspoon of blood in my mouth
In the penury and the pain
Of another groundhog Day
In the sheltered rain, hidin'
From the climate's change
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5. |
Midnight Beer Run
04:19
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Some men are a quandary
Some are in dispair
Sugar black lip night
Sugar hip by day
Got to make a quick beer run
Before we hit the hay
Was gonna bring you flowers
Gonna bring a nice bouquet
On a whim and a promise
Just like Thomas the doubter made
I can make your bed, darlin'
But I ain't gonna dig no grave
Gonna hit the night like
A heavy-metal bar room brawl
Sneak beneath the dawn
Hide before the morning sunrise
Get a brown paper bag
'neath turquoise blue moonlight
Check the motorbike
Make sure the oil's running well
Got that Howling Wolf scream
With that karosene smell
Hell fire motion
Ticks like Blind Willie McTell
On a late night beer run
You gotta watch for the law
Sting operations
Should have gone the long way round
Just signal to pull over
Then hit the gas like hell
Gonna build a fire
To get that hiss and moan
Listen to the baseline
To hear that howl and grown
Look into the light
To see the minds windows
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6. |
Shew Stone Blues
04:48
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Figures out of time
Shapes in the mind
Darkness in the void
Sigmund Freud
Cigarettes in the road
Dark coffee moan
Going down to see the..
Shew Stone ...
Shew stone
What you ever gonna know about it
About the man who comes to stay
You'll never wrap your words around it
All the voices who come to play
Maybe ...
There's something new to say today
Signals in the brain
A track for the train
Build the city walls
Gonna rise and fall
The shadow looms
Beyond the gates at noon
Gonna peer into the ...
Shew stone ...
Shew stone
What you ever gonna know about it
About the man who comes to stay
You'll never wrap your words around it
All the voices who come to play
Maybe ...
There's something new to say today
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7. |
The Stranger
02:55
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Hmmm, he's a very creepy man
Come in after dark
And sleeps with a laugh
Hmmm, he's a very creepy man
Plays with guns
Always misses the mark
Hmmm, he's a very creepy man
Hangs around the benches
And strokes a stray dog
Hmmm, he's a very creepy man
Some call him lucid
Some call him stark
Hmmm, he's a very creepy man
Lights three candles
And cradles creatures after dark
Hmmm, he's a very creepy man
He don't like sport
But lives to joke in the lark
Hmmm, he's a very creepy man
Eats with a spoon
Cuts his meat with a knife a fork
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8. |
When and Where
04:07
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The wind is only a sigh
Of a troubled mind
On the horizon
When the mood's in a tune
To hurl and whirl
Through your skin
And the leaves who have fallen
Pick up your oars, pick up your oars and row
Pick up your rope, pick up your rope and tow
We'll all be as the sand is tomorrow
Can you feel your skin
As the loom sets in
With sorrow and sin
And the pangs and the pain
Of yesterday's rain
Clings an'
Swirls round your drain
It's only a play, only a play in game
Only a day, only a day in the rain
Only wish to see you tomorrow again
But before the end
Like a foe and a friend
I was thrown to you
To all the extents
And casual pretence
Of chores to do
In the world that surrounds you
But there are no groves, are no groves for candy trees
Are no homes, are no homes for the waves at sea
We'll meet again between the frames of a movie scene
And if God should ask
Of doom and romance
Sing a song for me
Of the dreamy night pearls
And summer twirls
And your flights of fancy
There are no songs, are no songs in a heavenly stare
Are no answers, are no answers in the lady's prayer
But you do what you can do if you can do when and where
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9. |
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Death is the limiting case
The parameter for a
Circumstance, situation or state
A turn of phrase, a phase
A boundary or boarder line
For our place in time and space
A purpose and precondition
For lattice and lace;
Geometrical shape, reference frame
Schoolyard games, kiss chase
Death is a place
Which if seen
From beyond an age
Is a beginning
Not an end date
--It is the event horizon
A derivation, a design
No man nor child can lay eyes on
Death is a face
Whose cracks trace
The contours of airs and grace
And the sacrifice
All life must make
With a predilection for haste
It rests and lays
Just below the surface
Death is the man for which we wait
But don't want to meet
The affliction we solicit
A covert desire, to which
All earthly needs expire
He is the stranger we greet
The obsession and oppression we covet
The boss we shun, who proclaims
What must be done!
And at the last,
Do we know death?
Yes,
He is the midday sun
All shadows must hide from
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Tatchell and the Tambourine England, UK
We don't listen to music anymore, we listen to song.
Don't go anymore,
Except where we
belong.
But I know a Gym
Called Whisky and Gin
A full deck only
The Big man 'll
Let you in
There is no end
Or place to begin
Or even win
Only a whole glass
Half full of Slim
And a friendly soul
Who no doubt you'll
Know not at all
But let's call him Jim
For he wears a grin.
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