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It’s evening now – info

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It’s evening now

Up this song with a raining sand.
It’s evening now.

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Matter of time – info

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Matter of time

And what they say is a matter of time, is a matter of time.
It’s a matter of time.

And what they do is supported by you.
And what they do is recorded by you.
And what they do is just according to you.

The notice they want.
Clapper they do.

I didn’t know what to think when they were changing minds for me.

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Colonisers – info

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Colonisers

I came from a long descending line
of colonisers.
Are they at sea, and don’t look back?
But it seems they are attached.

Our neighbouring, with us.
Calm with them still with us.
As long as they are still with us.

Still more used
to have them
caught between Orion.
Making war in spite of.
A name is born inside us.

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So many times – info

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So many times

So many times that I
have ever run.
Before the latern flower has turned to grey.
Haven’t seen ya for a while.
Luv -a song – a l-ever lonely time.
I was on it for a while.
Luv -a song are never lonely.
He was an eye.
He was an eye lit time.

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House hound – info

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House hound

What you needed for me.
What you’re living with your house hound.
What your saddle for them.
And then you get there with your house hound.

Before
What you’re living with your house hound.

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Maiden Alice – info

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Maiden Alice

Unlike the night with girls, we danced.
You stood beside me. Not laid down.
I thought I’d have ya till the end.
But I guess we were just being young.

For my coat of day, Maiden Alice.
That I loan to you.

We’re working overtime tonight.
We couldn’t be bothered back in school.
We’ll keep on storing as we go.
But the name that lands in my room.
Call your own at night.

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Merc – info

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Merc

Merc.
Ripped it out before the admin.
Shirk.
There was nowhere left to get tipped.
Rook.
More and more you rattle from it.
Work.
I didn’t make. It was out there.

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The governess – info

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The governess

This is a song
that makes the crowd feel lull.
Makes it hard.
Doesn’t make it law.

You were the labourer.
I’m the governess.

If I was a girl
I would crowd this earth
with plenty of men
working their thirst.

He looked down right.
Like a lowly knight.
Brow beating scum.
Gonna make s/he cry.

This is a song
that makes the ground feel low.

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My head – info

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My head

He was the partner of his feet.
He lives in my head.
Lives at the bottom of the street.

He says his partner wants to leave.
He lives in my head.
He wants to belly fondle me.

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The farmer – info

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The farmer

It was made, it was made, it was almost here.
But they cut him from the trunk.
Come and laugh at the old maid dear.
He was almost true.

He was fed, he was fed, by the old maid dear.
Each hour through the night she cared.
But the farmer killed him in front of the old maid dear.
He was a farmer true.

She was buried by the farmer the following year.
Her hurt he never knew.
Come in died, then you’re in tide.
I would rather anew.

The end.


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Wind blows ravaging time – info

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Wind blows ravaging time

Wind blows ravaging time.
I can hardly make up my mind.

(Abstract sounds for chorus.)


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Goat tap – info

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Goat tap

A sub-illiterate and thrown a, not a single bone.
A man can read.
When the mountain said, it said “Go tap!”
“Go tap to it.” he would agree.

Dealing in his Goat Tap.
He would spring in to it on his own.
The mountain said “Don’t act stupid!”.
Kid said “It’s started, mustn’t it now breed?
I’ve only seen an adult tap for phones,
whereas I would do it on my own.”

Kids all got in to this Goat Tap.
A fire really spread across their knees.
The poor little donkeys have no children.
The Goat Tap is now declared disease.
Children get it in their knees.

I only said
“Go back to the dinner room!”

Big Titty was alive.
And he rode out jagged on his own.

When the mountain said.
Where the mountain said.
He said “Go back to the dinner room!”

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