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Rose Hip Sherry
02:11
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Somehow the party hasn't got started
But I guess that's not your fault
'Cause she sells peanuts, roasted shells peanuts
Look out now the carnival's come to town
Rose hip sherry, it's sometimes necessary
As the painter signs the dotted line, my God!
Break down, go and get your skates down
Ill ease of a social buffalo
He touched the owl, that's how this all started
But you say that's not your fault
The goat milk soap, you get it from the Pope
The badger from happier days is on the prowl
Rose hip sherry, it's something legendary
With the colour fine, it tastes divine, my God!
A stone's throw, you came in through the window
Bandage black you wear wherever you go
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2. |
Church Rave on Friday
01:24
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(instrumental)
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Judgy Toothfish
02:59
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December 18th was the day
The day that they all went away
They don't understand but we don't know
What they know so...
Silently waving goodbye
They want you to know you should not cry
They'll be back again but they don't know
Where or when...
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4. |
Basaltic Snow
04:31
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(instrumental)
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5. |
Falling Down
04:02
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Looking out at the skyline
Doesn't matter much to me
As you write your last byline
The trophy cabinet of your dreams
Out there looking for something
They can never hope to define
See it poking through the shadows
In the corner of my mind
Falling down
I'm falling down
I'm falling down
Again
Broke the habit of a lifetime
But there was nothing left to lose
Always saying that I feel fine
But the headlines don't tell all the news
Three men ran into the corner
Heads of wire and bones full of glass
Set out west across the flatlands
No sea of flames just a gold sea of grass
Falling down
Still falling down
I'm falling down
Again
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6. |
Buttons on my Shirt
02:09
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Buttons on my shirt
Have a habit of getting unfastened
Laces on my shoe
They find a way of getting loosened too
I couldn't find my toaster this morning
'Cause it had decided to take a bath
It's never too early to have a tequila
Someday I will have the last laugh
Buttons on my coat
Have a habit of taking a leap of faith
Paintings on my wall
All depicting a vintage metal lathe
I reached the edge of the map this morning
And so I turned my car right back
Some days are like that, it's best to call it quits
You might as well read a paperback
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It's Christmas time again
It's Christmas time again
It's Christmas time again
Oh oh it's Christmas time again
It's been a terrible year
But we're still here
Let's hope the next one is filled with cheer
It's Christmas time again
Christmas time again
Christmas time again
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Tundra Cats Brighton, UK
Tundra Cats make the world inexorably better, like a perpetual present made up of one continually changing apocalypse. Or something like that. A very slack band.
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