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Eat Your Greens, Mr. EGG
01:43
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Square clothes, calloused leg
An appliance of Smeg
He begged
The recidivist yegg
An honest dreg
Drank tea from a nine-gallon keg
Beg / Don’t Beg
Eat Your Greens, Mr. EGG
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See clearly through the water, river shadows
See clearly through the water, river shadows
With one free hand, I let them go
With one free hand, I let them go
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The uses of literacy
03:39
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The sign by the reservoir read:
“Danger, machines moving underwater.”
It was a hot day, the water looked so cool.
I was too far from shore when the rumbling began.
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(Burning my pyjamas with a kerosene gun)
I saw an angel
(40 grubby slappers with a bellyful of fun)
but I was thwarted
The signs and sigils
couldn’t get me closer
Now I’m drinking absence
with heavy water
Don’t point the finger
There’s an angel to pay on the Clive Sullivan Way
There’s an angel to pay
Where are the powers,
thrones and dominions
The nine bright shiners
and the April rainers
There’s no sign of action
in the pleroma
The sky is empty
There’s an angel to pay on the Clive Sullivan Way
There’s an angel to pay
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Roses
05:13
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Dark on the valley floor
winter animals are abroad
I saw the shape of a woman
whose body was made of roses
in a blaze of light
And the owls all said
“You can never go back now.
You can never go back.”
Frozen in a moment’s glance
secret messages of the heart
Like wings beating hard in the darkness
the sharpness of the memory
and a blinding light
Like the story said
“You can never go back now.
You can never go back.”
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One fine day, whilst taking a turnip for a stroll down Kumquat Lane, I met this bloke.
His voice dripped with the languid sparkle of capricious humour.
“I’ve just bought these trousers from the Pound Shop” he announced triumphantly.
“Cotton underpants, nylon trousers” he giggled, whilst bending over backwards and clutching his sides in some vain but humorous attempt to explain the strange red pustules at the top of his thighs.
“Cotton underpants, nylon trousers” he shrieked acronymically, pointing his shrivelled yellow forefinger at my drippy, sweaty fivehead, whilst sprinkling dried pommelled rye flakes over the oozing, pustulating uvatae
“Cotton underpants, nylon trousers” he bleated a final time, before sheepishly recommencing upon his journey from Cheetham Hill to Miles Platting – by hovercraft.
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8. |
Corporal Cloud
03:02
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Corporal Cloud had been crying again
One more day in the Republic of Rain
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Eggbound
02:32
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What they say in the night
is so different from the day
How do we know?
Either way, they must be eggbound
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The Republic of Rain
03:01
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Now it’s gonna rain and I am driving through the dark again
Now it’s gonna rain and I am sleeping in the car again
Now it’s gonna rain and I am digging in the soil again
Now it’s gonna rain and I am kissing my best girl again
Oh, I love the rain, I love the rain, I love the rain
Let it come down, I love the rain, I love the rain
I love the rain.
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Pomeranian Bullcat
05:15
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My porcine waste of time
03:14
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They started the process, they carved up the host
They smothered poor Jenny in dripping and toast
The carpenter with horse head in garter and hose
stole from the bedroom; the window was closed
Cure me in your brine
My porcine waste of time
Never stroke the panther, it shrinks from your touch
Don’t feed the swineherd, he likes it too much
Jenny in the treehouse is counting her wheels
Scoured like a pigskin, the carpenter squeals
Cure me in your brine
My porcine waste of time
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Horse Stare
02:21
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The horses are staring, they know what I'm wearing.
I wish I was backwards.
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Vanilla overcoat
03:16
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The cats are all inside, you’re talking in your sleep
Wind rocks the house, like we’re miles out to sea
In our pea-green boat, wrapped in your overcoat,
vanilla-scented skin, honeysuckle throat
Let’s just stay here, we might not be missed
Put the past in boxes, put the boxes on the fire
It’s enough that you are here, with your arm across my chest
Breathing warm vanilla, forget about the rest
And sleep forever in the waves
And sleep forever in the waves
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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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