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Man Burning in the Road
03:54
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In the place of sand whereupon
a man burnt in the road
the car was playing the oldest song, son of a song
fair hair by radiation, melting lipstick, driving on
There’s a man burning in the road.
A million miles from everyone
except a burning man upon
a desert road leading away from the past
and soon to be gone
flames by the latest fashion house,
what does he want?
There’s a man burning in the road.
Up ahead he stands
Holds up a flame to indicate and gesture
It’s all toast – but where else would we go?
There’s a man burning in the road.
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2. |
Drumstick Pig
02:29
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I’m the Drumstick Pig
I’ve come for the rhythm
I’m the Drumstick Pig
And I come to bang on this thing
Can’t talk now I’m smashing on this
Can’t talk now I’m smashing on this
I’m sure what you have
is probably important but
Wait til I’m done! Wait til I’m done!
I came to bang and crash
I came to smash and grab
I came to hit on that
I come with sticks
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3. |
Frequencies & Agendas
03:32
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I like my music at a certain volume
I like the drums to make me feel like kicking
I like the singer to be my Id
I like the guitars to ruin my soul
I like my politics to be kinder than I’ll ever be
I like my dreams to be about you
I like my religion … well I don’t have a religion
But I do like to believe in fiction
Films are my friends
Music is my blood
I leave my stereo playing when I leave the house
I shut my door on the world
I go out to find out what I’m not
And when I get home the music’s still playing
I like my nights made of beats
I like my feelings to be concrete
I like all the good things
to be just around the corner
I like magnets to bring me what I want
Films are my friends
Music is my blood
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4. |
The Flirt
05:59
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My name is Lonely As A Show On The T.V.
That No One In Their Right Mind Would Watch.
It wasn’t always that way
Sometimes I’d see her
and that used to take up the whole day.
I’m scruffy outside and inside
I’m yearning, and I’m burning & blue
There’s nothing else to do, it’s true
I’m going to spend the afternoon
on thoughts of her
And only a spacesuit could stop me.
But now she’s gone and
I was handsome only for her
I have to find a replacement
To be handsome for.
I wish I’d said something smart.
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6. |
The Lonely Popsong
00:39
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7. |
Private Dancer
05:00
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The Great Stare
02:54
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I’m staring into outer space
I’m staring into outer space
Now I see
I’m staring into other worlds
I’m staring into other worlds
Now I am
I’m looking more handsome than the sun
I’m looking more handsome than the sun
Now I’m done
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9. |
Through the Trees
04:44
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I followed you into the trees
Our fight, it made you run
The patio lights were on
So I saw something follow you
I heard the humming
Through the trees
Through the trees
I saw the light
The shadow looked so deep
Like a hole moving through the darkness
I called your name in vain
Oh, I saw something follow you
I heard the humming
Through the trees
Through the trees
I saw the light
I called for you in vain
But you, you were not there
You disappeared… but I
I saw something follow you
I look up at the stars
I wish we hadn’t fought
No one believes me
But I saw something in the trees
I heard the humming
Through the trees
Through the trees
I saw the light
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Who put the Lego in the fish tank?
Whose lingerie is floating in the pool?
Did someone get the dog drunk?
It’s a shame sunrise reveals ruins and debris.
Why is there maple syrup and sprinkles
on the motorbike seat?
Oh, how interesting life can be…
Why is there glitter on the bread?
…Although some of it is best left unsaid.
Didn’t we have a good time, baby?
Wasn’t it a circus?
Didn’t we have a good time, beautiful?
Wasn’t it a show?
The gargoyles at the gate keep out dissenters
The dogs are friends with everyone
Don’t worry:
the Rocket Boys will fix any breakages
And the Secret Agent Girls will bring the intrigue
Party hat on the chopped wood.
The graffiti in the bathroom…
I may just frame it.
Call it modern art – we’re part of it
“Hello handsome…”
to the dog, eating up the spillage.
I find you face-down asleep on the sofa…
Decide that you and your rump
can stay as long as you favour.
Like a gem in chewing gum … ah! you know!
Just because it’s morning, you don’t have to go.
Didn’t we have a good time, baby?
Wasn’t it a circus?
Didn’t we have a good time, beautiful?
Wasn’t it a show?
I crossed the pool
To find you at my door…
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11. |
Whalesong & Dawn
02:54
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Sadness comes like a whalesong
And when we have no one
When we have no one
We can take comfort from
All the pretty things we’ve done.
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Buck Theorem London, UK
Made by puppets, crooning for pleasure, waiting for spaceships. And making music.
Also! the singer with Lunar Engine and The Spy Lodgers, Book of Buzz,I Am The Twister
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by Lunar Engine
Tales the spacemen told us.
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The Closeness of Colours
by I Am The Twister
Songs from Gulltown.
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