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Love's A Looker
03:58
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She blew her man to smithereens
(Just) a matter of human anatomy
I’ve seen the gentlemen pick her brain
But how’s she gonna get that blood out of her skirt?
Do you think the grass is greener
Where the daisies smell of chlorine?
Cause this gold is heavy on my finger
But how am I gonna get that blood out of my skirt?
There ain’t no cure for little pieces
Of forever afters, joys and tears
Decorating plates and teacups
But how’s she gonna get that blood out of her skirt?
[chorus]
Cause love’s a looker you will see
Love’s a hooker you will see
Love’s a looker you will see
And she gives it up for free
[/chorus]
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2. |
Lullaby
06:07
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The smell of the woods after heavy rainfall
Warm light piercing through the treetops
The scariness and nervousness all gone
[chorus]
Here come the new thoughts
Here come the new thoughts
Here come the new thoughts
[/chorus]
Take your dried out dreams and soak them in the rain pools
Let the muddy water sand your fears away
Leave the place, let no-one know you were here
[chorus]
Here come the new thoughts
Here come the new thoughts
Here come the new thoughts
[/chorus]
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3. |
The Fat Lady
05:35
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I’m flying out in outer space
The moon casts a zebra print on my face
I pick my teeth with a razor blade
I would much rather pick my brain
And all the boys went window shopping
For my pretty girls, then chicken out
[chorus]
But I was having so much fun
I was having so much fun
[/chorus]
Then they put me on a leash
My face still full of shaving cream
I need a bottle of cheap tequila
But I can’t seem to find the keys
[chorus]
But I was having so much fun
I was having so much fun
[/chorus]
Nothing stayed hidden in my liquor cabinet for long
Let’s just say I was a dirty old drunk
I shook my fist at sweet little girls
Or the (piles of) skeletons in my trunk
[chorus]
But I was having so much fun
I was having so much fun
And whenever the doorbell used to ring
I never thought the fat lady could sing
[/chorus]
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4. |
The Humadroid
04:15
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He’s got pipes sticking through the roof
All the way into the sky
When they’re smoking, smoking like chimneys
You know the captain is nearby
Pumping pistons, blasting furnace
Steam escapes from every hole
People making people making people
And the whistle never blows
[Chorus]
Hanging ‘round the people factory
Looking for a pounding heart to beat
Hanging ‘round the people factory
Machinery is all I see
[/Chorus]
He’s a sucker for power
He’s got it shot into his blood
He’s created more life
Than any of your gods
He talks in bits and pieces
Says he’s never gonna die
Oh you should see him juggling
With fresh body parts
[Chorus]
Hanging ‘round the people factory
Looking for a pounding heart to beat
Hanging ‘round the people factory
Machinery is all I see
[/Chorus]
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5. |
Intermission
02:24
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It’s such a tedious affair
When it gets too easy in my easy chair
And the corners of my mouth are sleeping
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6. |
Quickstep Jack
03:35
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His name is Quickstep Jack
He’s got a wooden leg
His own fell off
When he pulled a thread
He’s an unfortunate thinker
But he’s a quality drinker
It’s a shame that
Won’t pay you the rent
He’s got a hooker for a hand
She’s got a slingshot in her pants
He likes to call her Mary
Though her name tag says it’s Sally
Sweetheart, your face is almost the same
[chorus]
He keeps her picture in his pocket
But he never really loved her
He loved to see her in stockings
He loved to see her in nothing
[/chorus]
His name is Quickstep Jack
He's got a wooden leg
He talks like he walks
Since his head got cracked
They keep his brain in a jar
In case he’s leaving the bar
But well, let’s
not skip ahead
Lose 30 pounds,
Lose a leg
He wiped his knife on his knee,
Now see what’s left
You know, it tastes almost the same
[chorus]
He keeps her picture in his pocket
But he never really loved her
He loved to see her in stockings
He loved to see her in nothing
[/chorus]
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7. |
Saudade
07:25
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I want my cheap thrills
I want my pool to be filled with gin
I want the end of the rainbow in my yard
I want my body shots, no headache
I want to cheat on my second lover
I want my Hollywood affair
I want to drag Marilyn Monroe to my motel room
I wanna see, see more sex on TV
I want my servant to queue for me at the dole
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Seymour Sachs Sittard, Netherlands
Three Dutch stompbox addicts making a mix of noise, stoner and psych. Stacked fuzzes, tripping delays and complementary feedback is our everyday's business.
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