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Motorcycle Au Pair Boy
04:14
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THX 1138, divided by Atomic Weight
1 2 3 5 8 13 / Fibonacci, Golden Mean
Tommy Flowers, Colossus 1, Golden apples of the sun
Snow White, 1954 / Alan Turing knows the score
Jackdaws Love My Big Sphinx Of Quartz
They must see it as an idol of sorts
What causes me pain gives you great joy
Motorcycle Au Pair Boy
Sunbeam Rapier, Ford Corsair, three men waiting on the stairs,
dressed in elegant gabardine / "Leave your hats behind the screen"
Abyssinia, Aberdare / Asia Minor, we all went there
I saw the whole of the opium crop, spread out beneath my feathered prop.
Chorus
Aerial gunner stayed with the plane / we left him on his own again
Cut our way through liana vine / sowed the fields with turpentine
Made it back to Timbuktu / semaphore, red white and blue
Sandstorms made our eyes grow dim / Quick-blowing zephyrs vex Daft Jim
Chorus
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Anglezarke
03:41
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Underneath the yellow owl flight
guided by the gentle moonlight
how can you say you know
where we come and go
Take you walking through the hedgerow
show you pine trees where the bats go
how can you say you've dined
until you've dined at mine
Brother lying in the roadway
thousands murdered in the same way
how can you say you know
you didn't see him go
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Kané rekum
Kané rah
Gritty, Gritty, Gritty, Gritty !
(do you love me?)
There is a well within the wood
we wish sometimes we might have could
we kicked a bishop down the stairs
we had a hard time getting there
I rue the day I ever saw
Old Bratislava's lumpy shore
I rue the day I paid the fair
I had a hard time getting there
There is a soldier built of sand
he has an apple in his hand
put vaseline all in his hair
he had a hard time getting there
(dishwasher / earthworks / grass-blower / haystack)
Kané rekum
Kané rekum
Kané Kané
RooRah RooRah
Voodoo Doodah
Gritty, Gritty, Gritty, Gritty !
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Hi, Lax Old Medic !
04:34
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Ebenezer / Machpelah / Canaan / Abraham
The looms never stopped whilst I prayed
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Birds sit ragged
on powerlines
White throat offered
to the sky
Wind is singing
Valentines
ravens shiver
on powerlines
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Strapped to the mast with a Siren in my ear
(must have been a lubber, must have been a rubber lubber)
Three jackdaws and a bottle of beer, oh no !
(must have been a lubber, must have been a rubber lubber)
Swallowed whole by a jealous whale, oh no !
(must have been a lubber, must have been a rubber lubber)
Drowned my skipper in a half-full kitchen pail
(must have been a lubber, must have been a rubber)
And it's hey for a life on the ocean blue,
Sixteen months since I last saw you,
nothing to see and nothing to do,
rolling home
We made land fall in Lush Ulan Bator
Killed a pigmy with a bent guitar, oh no !
Bought my wife with a bag of beans, oh no !
Took to the road with a German netball team
And it's hey for a life on the ocean blue,
Sixteen months since I last saw you,
nothing to see and nothing to do,
rolling home
Three black stars in the southern sky to guide me, guide me
Waiting for Leviathan to find me, hide me, hide me
A bath house madam in Lush Ulan Bator
Made her home in the back of my car, oh no !
Tried to call you on the telephone, oh no !
Wrote you a letter with a stolen Tuvan bone
And it's hey for a life on the ocean blue,
Sixteen months since I last saw you,
nothing to see and nothing to do,
rolling home
Back to the Land of the Living and a fine black cat
What's your mother think about it?
Why don't you tell me that romance is never over?
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Goodness me, there's a cow up a tree
The firemen look on in antipathy
They're playing chess anatomically
I use sign language and it uses me
Foreign Aeroplanes
They found The Ear of The King
For Goodness' sake, there's a fly in my cake
The bee-keeper's landscape is rendered opaque
by the liberal application of a thick crimson lake
Talking too much makes my wisdom teeth ache
Foreign Aeroplanes
They found The Ear of The King
Foreign Aeroplanes Upset Sleeping Tirana
They found The Ear of The King
Good for you, work with scissors and glue
When I scratch my head, all the blackbirds turn blue
A swarm of bees will invade your canoe
The tram will arrive at a quarter to two
Foreign Aeroplanes Upset Sleeping Tirana
They found The Ear of The King
Jepandah ad cognos pro totalis mit dem vulgarum
Good for Hans, they have torn up his plans
His ifs and ands have become pots and pans
Alsace-Lorraine has become part of France
Don lederhosen in a Brownian dance
Foreign Aeroplanes Upset Sleeping Tirana
They found The Ear of The King
Foreign Aeroplanes Upset Sleeping Tirana
They found The Ear of The King
Foreign Aeroplanes Upset Sleeping Tirana
They found The Ear of The King
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8. |
Three Sevens Clash
02:13
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Three Sevens Clash
Tantalus bacon & mash
Nonchalant sightseeing in Saddleworth
Implicating Methodist Magician's birth
Three Sevens Clash
Acknowledge my 1975 moustache
Picnic administrators park
Hide your head in the dark
Khrushchev !
Nikita Khrushchev !
Dynamo Khrushchev !
Sputnik egg, Kennedy's leg
Three Sevens Clash
Suppository rash
Flop fogging allot ho carroll
Travel the Huddersfield Canal in a barrel
Three Sevens Clash
Dot Dot Dash
Long Causeway / Bird i'th'Hand
Your odious sucrose pineal gland
Khrushchev !
Nikita Khrushchev !
Dynamo Khrushchev !
Sputnik egg, Kennedy's leg
Khrushchev !
Nikita Khrushchev !
Dynamo Khrushchev !
Sputnik egg, Gagarin's leg
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9. |
Melamine
02:51
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building silos
like invaders
red in tooth
money spiders
total darkness
bandaged hands
lost my cover
wasted glands
all by my naked eye
all by my naked eye
real explosions
set to go
hope we make it
never know
dancing monkeys
living ciphers
sulphur water
melamine
all by my naked eye
all by my naked eye
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Upside-down & Dirty
03:38
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Greasy clouds hanging low up there
Howling ravens cut and burn
A-hoo
A-hoo
I’m crawling in to town for a rendezvous
Steel eyed and hungry
You’re the one that I want
You’re the one that I want
Scarecrow eyed and hammer tongued
Sweating buckets of rain
I’m scared and frozen and ready to go
Big black blood flowing over my clothes
You’re the one that I want
You’re the one that I want
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Ouspensky's Cellar
02:47
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A change of direction
a hundred machines
we pick up a needle
a planet in birth
She lived with her daughters
a yearly tribute
attributed to Chattox
confessed but not forgiven
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12. |
Packing Away
04:28
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I’m packing away
I’m packing away all my mother’s things
The things that she kept from my father’s things
I’m packing away
I’m packing away
And there’s photographs of people whose names have gone
And there’s letters that should not live on
But I’m packing away
Packing away
And there’s a ship out on the horizon, trailing smoke, leaving here
And there’s a boy waving as it disappears
I’m slipping away
I’m slipping away
And there’s a line
And there’s a line
And I’m standing, standing at the head of the line
I’m not a boy
I’m not a boy
I’m packing away
I’m packing away
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Big Block 454 Hebden Bridge, UK
Since the late 80s, Big Block 454 has been making exploratory, highly individual music that encompasses rock, funk,
electronica, folk music, Dadaist collage and much more besides.
Each band member is a multi-instrumentalist, but Big Block 454’s approach also encompasses the creation of sound on instruments they don’t know how to play, and those that hadn’t been invented before the band made them.
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