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THERE'S A BELL
There’s a bell at the top of us spiralling down.
There’s a bell on the top of your hill.
There’s a bell by the side of a sound that shines.
Bell top sound shine bell top hill
Bell side sound that shines
Bell on your windowsill.
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WHIRLING DERVISH
Rolling snake eyes on a silly grave.
Crawling through used car lots on broken legs.
Doing the cha-cha for puppets there.
The church so quiet, the beggars beg,
And they beg…
And they beg…beg…beg...beg...beg...
Hold me under. O hold me under now.
Whirling dervish won’t you kiss my lover?
Painted nails on a cross-town bus.
A new drug, a strip of leather,
So cold and so new, why don’t you do do-do do the things like you used to?
Why do they all want to look like us?
Painted nails on a cross-town bus.
Silly eyes, silly eyes…they turn into each other.
Hold me under. O hold me under now.
Na-now, na-now, now, now, na-na-now, now, na-na-now, na-now, na-now, now...
Whirling dervish won’t you kiss my lover?!
Rolling snake eyes on a silly grave.
Shooby dooby rama lama lama lama lama
Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo!
Now my doctor he is in a coma.
Jesus eats chicken.
Chickens eat Jesus,
So…
Hold me under. O hold me under now.
Whirling dervish won’t you kiss my lover?
Painted nails on a cross-town ba-b-b-bus.
A new drug, a strip of leather
Ha-hari, ha-ha-hari, ha-hari, ha!
Painted nail on a cross-town bus.
Oh! And since you didn’t ask:
He was a black man
He was a white man
He was a black man
He was a white man.
Twice saved.
Took a pill and he fell in the pool.
I’d tell you more…
I’d tell you more
But it’s just too cruel!
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ROBIN GETS SCHOOLED
00:56
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MISTER PIXIE
Mister Pixie
I love you
Mister Pixie
All I want to do is do for you...
Love your face
Love your race
Love your space, baby,
And if you'd like
I'll stay tonight
Yes I will.
Missus Pixie
I want you
Missus Pixie
All I want to do is do for you...
Love your face
Love your race
Love your space, baby,
And if you'd like
I'll stay tonight.
Mister Pixie
I love you...
Mister Pixie
All I want to do is do for you...
Love your face
Love your race
Love your space, baby,
And if you'd like
I'll stay tonight...
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PANURGE
Come O comely daughter, willingly to water the flower that is opening inside my head.
Nectar of your sunshine slips into my mainline. Give us this day our daily bread.
One in two is jetics, two is copacetic, one can only get so high.
The past is prone to dozing with its petals closing, waving you bye-bye…
Decent was your fixtures channeled over horsehair towards a door that was never well.
I want Barbara Eden able-bodied semen if I had a chance.
But you know you'd make it, we're not there to take it. You will always meant to fly!
They don't want to shock you, we just want to rock you, waving you bye-bye…
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SHE SHOOK ME COLD
I'd give my love in vain
To reach that peak again.
We met upon a hill.
Father she caved my head.
I will go back again.
O god she shook me cold!
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THE HANGED MAN [version 4]
Are you not swinging with the tide?
Do you not show? Do you not hide?
The sea’s sequential, don’t you see?
I’m swinging from the hanging tree.
But as I’m hanging by my foot
I am alive, and this is good!
You think your world is upsidedown,
But still the sun and moon are round.
And so I sank it deep into the core,
Yeah melting to the glore.
We walked down streets and hollered their names
That kept to themselves in blank.
Some secret sin and what dug the autumn dim
At a few moments before and still unknown.
You looked into his eye yourself and went
Prepare, deceive like all your health.
I will lay and trace about my loin
Yeah trace about my lord and jingle bells hallo and toll
You'll play my bloated call it wilt
It was in your facing bend
Thor we would sail about into the gale
Yea sell it the Gael my friend.
It tore early wars in Cainbeeyarde
I found little witch in death aghast!
Singing near they're steering me to you
Your smearing me to you!
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DEAD IN THE WATER
So long a-flowing are the oceans of our world...
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TURN INTO A BERRY
In the sky a cloud.
In the cloud a lake.
In the lake a fish
Granting you one wish.
And your wish, of course, is that you wish,
Any time you choose,
To have a similar opportunity
To change anything you want to.
Everybody!
She turned into a fairy
So I’ll be a berry,
And when she comes to suck me
We both shall make merry,
Cuz in that special moment
When feeling can foment,
We’ll ask ourselves the question,
And answer, “Most definitely, yes!”
You made yourself into a warm wind in my heart, yes you did!
On a cool cold September evening in the chill, I swear I saw you there.
I knew every time I tucked my eyes into ol’ tarot’s party (ha-ha) that you threw,
In that wind I put a seed of mine…
It’s meant for you!
The more that you can see it
The less you can taste it.
The more that you can taste it
The less you can see it.
The less that I can see it
The more I can feel it.
And yeah, the more I feel it
The more I believe it is true!
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MISTER RABBIT
Hear hear, Mister Rabbit!
I wanna talk to you!
Mister Rabbit, Mister Rabbit,
Your ears are mighty long.
Yes, bless god, they’re put on wrong.
Ev’ry little soul must shine, shine.
Ev’ry little soul must shine, shine.
Mister Rabbit, Mister Rabbit?
Your coat, it’s mighty gray.
Yes, bless god, it’s made that way.
Ev’ry little soul must shine, shine.
Ev’ry little soul must shine, shine.
Mister Rabbit, Mister Rabbit!
Your ears are mighty thin,
There mighty thin, na na na!
Yes, bless god, they’re splittin’ the wind.
Ev’ry little soul must shine, shine.
Ev’ry little soul must shine, shine.
Mister Rabbit, Mister Rabbit!
Your eyes are mighty red!
Yes, bless god, I’m almost dead.
Ev’ry little soul must shine, shine.
Ev’ry little soul must shine, shine.
Ev’ry little soul must shine, shine!
Ev’ry little soul must shine, shine!
[Can I get one of those?
I'm out of 'em. I just sold the last one.
Oh, okay. Can I have a Pepsi and a glass of ice, please?
I just sold the last Pepsi!
Really?!
Yeah.
What do ya got?
Diet Coke...]
Yes, bless god, I’m almost dead.
Ev’ry little soul must shine, shine.
Ev’ry little soul must shine, shine.
Ev’ry little soul must shine, shine!
Ev’ry little soul must shine, shine!
Can ya dig it? We can dig it!
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CAPITOL
It was about time you and I got together!
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APRON STRINGS
When I was just a baby, tied to the apron strings,
I said, “Mama, Mama, what you do to me?
“I know I am a bad boy – as bad as I can be –
“But Mama, Mama, won’t you set me free?”
My mother – feather duster – says, “If you go to sea
O Leslie, Leslie, what becomes of me?
Without my little sunshine shining down on me,
O Leslie, Leslie, you'll break the heart of me!”
My Mother she untied me. The world I had to see!
“O Mama, Mama, don’t you cry for me.
“You know I’ll be a good boy – as good as I can be –
But Mama, Mama, I’m going to sail the sea!”
Heave-Ho!
I shortly found my fortune, unfortunately.
O Leslie, Leslie, the bottom of the sea.
And now I see my Mama. She’s looking down on me.
She said, “Leslie, I shoulda left ye tied to my apron strings!”
I'm goin' home!
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OVERTURE TO ANACONDA
(instrumental)
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WICKED ANNABELLA
In a dark and misty house where no Christian man has been
Wicked Annabella mixes her brew that no one’s every seen.
Her relatives have passed her by too scared to even say hello.
She’s in perpetual midnight, she shuts out the day
And goes about her sinful way.
I…I’ve seen her hair. I’ve seen her face look towards mine!
I…I felt her eyes burnin’ my soul, twistin’ my mind.
Little children who are good should always go to sleep at night,
‘Cause Wicked Annabella is up in the sky hoping you will open your eyes.
Don’t go into the woods tonight ‘cause underneath the kinks and stones
Are lots of little demons enslaved by Annabella
Waiting just to carry you home.
Ooooooooooooooooooo
Cha-cha cha-cha-cha.
Fa-fa fa-fa-fa.
Cha-cha cha-cha-cha.
Fa-fa fa-fa-fa!
I…I’ve seen her hair! I’ve seen her face look towards mine!
I…I felt her eyes burnin’ my soul, twistin’ my mind!
Yeah!!
(Meow!)
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PALINDROME
["They have such long hair!"
"If they play a danceable tune I'm gonna ask her to dance"
"I'm kinda nervous."]
No good winking at the fashionable plate,
She’s the least likely to make a break.
It’s not that your approach is too abrupt,
She hasn’t had the chance to size your wallet up.
History is written in the buff,
But by the time you read it it’s all window dressing stuff.
The mannequins may get a change of clothes,
But look, they’re in the self-same pose.
La la la la la...
History is written in the buff,
But by the time you read it it’s all window dressing stuff!
The mannequins may get a change of clothes,
But look! they’re in the self-same pose.
La la la la la...
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WHEN WINTER COMES (fragment)
If it's a boy - sic.
Go tell Marie
To think of me
When she does see
The apple tree
The apple tree.
Go tell Marie
To think of me
When she does taste
Those apples sweet
Those apples sweet.
If it’s a boy
If it’s a girl
In wintertime
I’ll see our child
I’ll rock our child.
Rock!!
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ANYWHERE YOU LOOK
It could be anywhere you look, it could be inside your head.
It could be anywhere you look, it could be inside your head.
I was thinking about all the chances you took.
In a way it was like you were dreaming and suddenly realized you’re in a dream,
And you could do some powerful things!
While not knowing the things you were looking away in a way towards your ideal.
If you walk underneath the ringing trees and sit alone,
Listen for a voice to tell you nothing you don’t know.
I was thinking about you were there towing a line
In a way it was surveil rodéo an lackin' about they taught you salaam,
Where we looked for your bracelet you had never been.
But it seemed so familiar to find it by looking all around you.
It could be anywhere you look, it could be beside your bed.
It could be inside your bed, it could be just by the book.
If you walk underneath the ringing trees and sit alone,
Listen for a voice to tell you nothing you don’t know.
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DREAMER'S WALTZ
Tell me more about your dreams, my love.
Do you see yourself with me, my love?
Tell me more about your dreams, my love.
Do you see yourself with me, my love?
Tell me more about your dreams, my love.
Do you see yourself with me, my love?
Tell me more about your dreams, my love.
Do you see yourself with me, my love?
Tell me more about your dreams, my love.
Do you see yourself with me, my love?
Tell me more about your dreams, my love.
Do you see yourself with me, my love?
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In this Clash of the Titans no surprise will arise tonight.
When this feeling closes in it’s like I’m finally drawing a bead on life.
We cross the bridge to the city and my heartbeat picks up the time.
Can you feel it? Can you see it in my eyes that I’m trading on a fine line?
It’s getting faster now, brothers of mine!
Let’s climb the tower now, brothers of mine!
In the glare of the moment we owned all of space and time.
Then the negative results were all dashed on the street behind.
Hey baby only you and I know how it feels to smash that borderline.
Can you feel it? Can you see it in my eyes that I’m treading on a fine line?
It’s getting faster now, brothers of mine!
Let’s climb the tower now, brothers of mine!
In the Clash of the Titans no surprise will arise tonight.
When this feeling closes in it’s like I’m finally drawing a bead on life.
We cross the bridge to the city and my heartbeat picks up the time. (Boom boom)
Can you feel it? Can you see it in my eyes that I’m treading on a fine line?
It’s getting faster now, brothers of mine!
Let’s climb the tower now, brothers of mine!
It’s getting faster now, brothers of mine!
Let’s climb the tower now, brothers of mine!!
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