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Driving Alone
02:49
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DRIVING ALONE
you‘re outside
searching for the baby-stroller
I feel like
I got kicked down from the train
there‘s nothing
left for me to say today
driving alone
driving alone
I‘m going out
let the sun shine on me
why should I
search for someone won‘t be found no more
I‘m going out
let the rain rain on me
driving alone
driving alone
driving alone
driving alone
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2. |
White Mind P
04:34
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WHITE MIND P
white mind P
that‘s when I see
back to the room
of my misery
into the maze
and into the gloom
of my misstrusting mind‘s
peculiarity
white mind fear
on bended knees
I could shake my head
and cry
back to the room
of my black-white mind
himself colorless
he breathes out
rainbows
of confusion
black-white mind
he‘s the blindspot
of my misery
he takes as much room
as the keyhole
wherein I used to sleep
but his affected area
is as large as paradise
peeved white mind
I wish I could breach
all of the seals
of my languishment
no thought no emotion
white mind P is the wall
lucky servant
white mind Q takes it all
white mind tears
there was a sea
white mind ear
there‘s suddenly a cut
white mind Q
that‘s when I knew
I could shake my head
and cry
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Baby Love
04:04
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BABY LOVE
baby love
baby love
you‘re as tiny as a tear
and the southpole is near
april love
the wind blows hard
don‘t freeze onto me
baby love
baby love
you‘re as large as the fear
and the southpole is near
snowy love
broken heart
drowned overseas
some trying to get high
some trying to get down
some trying to find their way home
o the way home
some trying to flee
some trying to see
some people trying to suck all the blood
from your veins
baby love
between the devil and the deep blue sea
lost like a gearwheel in the ocean
pull the axe outa your emotions
pretty love
so suddenly your footprints end
what a wonder that you woke up again
with a flower on your tongue
baby love
sad as god
satan in disguise
baby love
snowy love
baby love
snowy love
april love
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4. |
Moonglow
05:03
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MOONGLOW
little god
come help me
picture
what was wrong
little god fulfill yourself
don‘t be
on the run
moonglow I love you so true
little god moonglow
daddy shot the sparrows
out of the cherry tree
mammy sold the guitar
they wouldn‘t let me be
moonglow I love you so true
and my darkness soon‘s completed
rats repeat on me
locked away behind nightmares
all my love turned fear
moonglow I love you so
moonglow I love you so (so true)
locked away in darkness
how can it be
that I am to be denying
what I feel for thee
moonglow I love you so
moonglow I love you so (so true)
I love you
I love you
I love you so true
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Fragile Blues
05:11
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FRAGILE Blues
o this morning
it came apart in my hands
o this morning
felt a little fragile, my friends
fragile as an egg
and never got hatched out
I should do 10 minutes practice each day
o baby
fragile as an egg and never got hatched out
keen is the sword
I‘m ready to hatch out
today of all days I‘m supposed to be hatching out
o this morning
I‘m easly irritated
o this morning
I‘ve got itchy feet
I wished myself a good portion
of familary fortune
I‘m badly off for money
o baby
fragile as an egg and never got hatched out
keen is the sword
I‘m ready to hatch out
I want the hens to pick me clean
cause I‘m not in the clear yet
instrumental
do you fancy popping off to spain for a week
o baby
fragile as an egg and never got hatched out
keen is the sword
I‘m ready to hatch out
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6. |
Drunken Kid
02:49
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DRUNKEN KID
uh if you ever sit with your drunkenkid trapped inside your mind
uh there‘ll be a lot of crying
all the cats come out not
knowing how to come home
all the cats come out not
knowing how to come home
acting crackling backing tray
o there aint no aint no maybe
uh there‘ll be a lot of denying
uh there‘ll be a lot of crying
uh if you ever sit with your drunkenkid trapped inside your mind
uh there‘ll be a lot of whining
birdies screech aloud not
knowing how to come home
birdies screech aloud not
knowing how to come home
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7. |
Van Diemans Land
09:14
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Van Diemens Land
come all you gallant poaching boys
that ramble void of care
that wander out on moonlit nights
with a dog and gun and snare
the hare and lofty pheasant
you have at your command
never thinking of your last career
upon Van Diemens Land
poor Tomy Brown from Londonderry
Jack Murphy and Poor Joe
we was daring poachers
as everybody well did know
by the keepers of the land oh boys
one night we’re trapped oh boys
who for fourteen years
transported us into Van Diemens Land
the first day that we landed
upon that fatal shore
the planters came around us
they might be twenty score,
they ranked us up like horses
and sold us out of hand
and they yoked us up to ploughing frames
to plough Van Diemens Land
the cottages we are living in
are built of sods of clay
we have rotten straw for bedding
and to that we daren’t say nay
the cots we fence with fire
and slumber when we can
to keep the wolves and tigers
from us in Van Diemens land
it’s often when in slumber
I’ve had a pleasant dream
with my sweet girl sittin near me
down by some lovely stream
I’m roving thru ol’ irland
with my truelove by the hand
then I wake up broken-hearted
upon Van Diemens Land
god bless our wives and families,
likewise that happy shore,
that isle of sweet contentment
which we shall see no more
as for our wretched females
see them we seldom can
there are twenty men to one woman
upon Van Diemens Land
but fourteen years is a long time
that is our fatal doom
for nothing more but poaching
and that was all we’ve done
you would give up your dog and gun
and poaching, every man
if you only knew the hardship
thats in Van Diemens Land
oh, if I had a thousand pounds
all laid out in my hand
I‘d give it all for liberty
if that I could command
again to Ireland I‘d return
and be a happy man
and I’d bid farewell to poaching
and to Van Diemens Land
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8. |
Isolated Song
04:57
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ISOLATED SONG
all the time
it needed to be sung
just for one scoop of ice
one lay that may recall the past
to settle up with the hatred
isolated story
isolated worry
all the time
it needed to be sung
just for one scoop of ice
one lay that may recall the past
to settle up with the hatred
isolated story
isolated worry
glory for the tongue
in the isolated song
it‘s the one and only
I want to interpret
luxury in separation
it‘s the choosing in this state
in my state of weakness
and once or twice a week I need
articulated manipulated artifical
sunbeams for the artlessness in me
isolated storry
isolated worry
glory for the tongue
in the isolated song
it‘s the one and only
I try to interpret
irregularity is also mine
and it is also one song
and I need to meow
the isolated glory
the isolated worry
I want to sing a story
a sunbeam on the casket of my flurry
isolated story
isolated worry
glory for the tongue
in the isolated song
it‘s the one and only
I want to interpret
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9. |
Hoover Blues
03:59
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HOOVER Blues
so I hopped on my bike
babe I hopped it quick
yeah I hopped on my bike
babe I hopped it quick
she held my arm in a strong grasp
just when fame was near
she held my arm in a strong grasp
just when fame was within my grasp
she fucked my best shirt into pieces
o baby do the hoovering
the honeymoon‘s over
made a sally into town
I got a rap on my knuckles for that
made a sally into town
I got a rap on my knuckles for that
made a sally into town
farewell to my salad days
I do the job for its own sake
farewell to my salad days
I do the job for its own sake
farewell farewell farewell
o baby do the hoovering
the honeymoon‘s over
now my face is marked
by the ravages of time
now my face is marked
by the ravages of time
but she‘s not bad as girls go
o baby do the hoovering
the honeymoon‘s over
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10. |
Butterfly Blues
03:44
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Butterfly Blues
o I wish I was a butterfly
all day long I‘d fly and fly
o I wish I was a butterfly
all day long I‘d fly and fly
yes I wish I was one
yes I wish I was one
o I wish I was a clown
all day long I‘d skip around
o I wish I was a clown
all day long I‘d skip around
o I wish I was a magican
all day long I‘d go out fishing
o I wish I was a magican
all day long I‘d go out fishing
yes I wish I was one
yes I wish I was one
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