1. |
Evil Girl
07:00
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Your Evil Girl!
Your wicked bad!
You Know How You Do!
Keep your heart in mine
Keep it all the time
Bright city lights can not shine
Quite as bright as you do
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2. |
Boots Talk to Sidewalk
03:16
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Where have you gone my rambling son
Though you walk on two legs I swear your bath is but one
Well ya blew through my world
Like a northern bound breeze
Now your boots talk to sidewalk like the wind talks to trees
Ya filled up your cup with all that you wanted most
Now ya cry out to the father, the son and the ghost
Well ya streched out your hand
But you can not catch the breeze
Now your boots talk to sidewalk like the wind talks to trees
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3. |
Miss. Monsoon
04:05
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Hay little darling well your something quite special
You burst like the bubbles in sparkling cider
While all of them people are all in their boxes to
Square up their questions and count out their losses
Good day to you Miss. Monsoon
So good to see you
To see you back and bleeding
Did you not witness were not the vicious ones
It was just carelessness how it displaced my love
And did you not cower in the final hours of
It was just carelessness how it displaced my love
Hello Mr. with your face of September hello again
And all them flowers kissed her
As all them bees went bumbling
Good day to you Miss. Monsoon
So good to see you
To see you back and bleeding
Did you not witness were not the vicious ones
It was just carelessness how it displaced my love
And did you not cower in the final hours of
It was just carelessness how it displaced my love
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4. |
Sea Dog Men
03:01
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To all you sea dog men with your hand on your way
And all you Christians bless the spear tips of the wailers
To keep oil lamps lit and constantly a burning
In the darkest rooms yes in the darkest tavern
I met a lord of men who sat atop his hands
And he would speak to me
Though I couldn't understand him
Except for one thing because he said it all that mattered
He said, "make beleave"
I don't know why but I believed him.
Now I'm
Head, head over heals
I'm back from the gallows and now
I'm head, head over heals
It's an exodus of Babylon town
I'm head, head over heals
You know I fell from the nearest rain cloud
But your not going to fall for that one
Are you darling with your manners that you fallow
Like an angel falls with wings between its legs
So does the snow flake fall to become icing on the cake
But now you know
To every youth in every crowd
You know that your the truth
But the old ones they've all known your doubts
Now I'm
Head, head over heals
I'm back from the gallows and now
I'm head, head over heals
You know I hail (hale) from Jerusalem town
I'm head, head over heals
You know I fell from the nearest rain cloud
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5. |
Robot Rap
03:51
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6. |
Fourth Broken Bone
05:07
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My friend your so brilliant
yet you lead me down these tracks are not innocent
At the end lays Auschwitz's furnace
Kept me burning like these words
Sinking too deep in my memory
The blood floats my arteries again
You've broken my pot
My favorite-est blackest tea pot
Though the kettle was black
We never called him that
We never thought of him like that
Taken off your land it must have been the Po
As Nesta Marley said don't call no cops
We can trash this seine our selves
Trash this seine our selves I know we can
Please amend my fourth broken bone
They did it at the protest with their numb chucks
Then they searched and ceased my home
Searched and ceased my home, my home
But your beauty sees right through me
Cant you see
That I am still drunk on my alchemy
And high on my chastity again
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7. |
Black Sheep
03:43
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Through this world I have rambled
Through this world I have roamed
I've seen a layer and banker
Drive a family from its only home
So bye, bye, bye, bye, bye black sheep
Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye baby
Whatever will be just will be
But I got to be moving on
Through this world I have rambled
Through this world I have roamed
From the Hollywood mansions
To the coal miner's lonesome home
But you cant reap a harvest
If you don't plant a seed.
That's why your boots talk to side walk
Like the wind talks to lonesome trees
So bye, bye, bye, bye, bye black sheep
Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye baby
Whatever will be just will be
But I got to be moving on
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8. |
Fire Save the Town
04:19
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Lyrics by Mark Twain
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