1. |
Suprises For the Eyeses
04:52
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And the followers are followed in,
Off the cliff that you had gone and flew,
But they tumbled to the ocean blue,
All you won was a new pair of shoes,
Twas all the elephants
could fly,
And all the monkeys in
The skies,
Put your tears,
Straight to your eyes
And they told you you were great
And I I
If only had a line in front,
The year knows when I spent the young,
An the motorcycle broke the gears,
An the motorcycle broke the gears,
And all the monkeys in the skies, ah-ies
Made it past the elephant’s eyes,
And all the monkeys in disguise, ah-ies
Made it past the elephant’s eyes eyes eyes,
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Doh doh doh doh doh doh doh da doh
Doh doh doh doh doh doh doh da doh
Doh doh doh doh doh doh doh da doh
Doh doh doh doh doh doh doh da doh
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2. |
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Turned on top of tilling time,
Reading Rolling spilling slime,
Flipping Flukes of flaming flax,
Turning Trucks of training tracks,
Chicken flock of flocking flicks,
Hollow holy hellish hits,
Fellows falling flights of field, feeling
Reading rights of lightening lights, Fined
This balls been turning slowly flatly,
Burning branded, talking tipsy,
These walls are grinning cat and mousy,
All they own is in the woods, living bark and breathing,
Silky slippy silly cones,
Ricey Icey licey domes,
Tickled toesies tickled pink,
Pickled posies pickled tink,
Bandy brainy belted boat,
Melting waxy candy candle coat,
Tearing up the turnstiles, lettuce,
Delicious during live at lunch, Salad,
This balls been turning faster lately,
Burning branded, choking safely,
Talking Trance been, feeling grandly,
All they fell is in the woods, living bark and breathing,
Ooh ooh ohh
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3. |
Falling St.Peter's
03:18
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There’s been a falling out at St. Peter’s congregation
The choir-master stated his simple resignation
And it brought the choir
In front of all the people
Including the professor
It was falling out at St. Peter’s congregation hall
I’d remember more but I was only four feet tall
The Reverend stepped out
In all the choir-master’s shouts
And went to the washroom
With his microphone on
And with that the congregation was left confessing
They pretended not to notice, they pretended not to care
But all the children in the front pews
They knew the truth
All the children in the front pews knew the truth
There was a saddening up at St. Peter’s when the congregation left
All of us kids talked about it in Sunday school class
And we laughed the next day
At school in the washroom
And talked about what it was like to be
And talked about what it was like to be free
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4. |
Scurrying Antspants
02:14
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5. |
Leering Sirens
03:02
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Put your finger on it, dance,
Put your finger on it, silver pants,
When you guess your cloud of pickles,
When the colour’s always bigger,
With the ancient bread of sudden lee
Bring it down inside your factoring,
In sight of luck of green man
Just like a cloud of living man,
All these crazy cravings
All these crazy cravings
All these crazy gravings
All these lazy gravings
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6. |
Will Don't Believe
03:53
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I don’t believe in windows,
I don’t believe in race cars,
I don’t believe in driving home,
I don’t believe in beer in bars,
I don’t believe in banjos,
I don’t believe in acoustic guitars,
I don’t believe in synthesis,
I don’t believe in popping stars,
I don’t believe in conspiracy theories,
I don’t believe in reading books,
I don’t believe in quoting the Bible,
I don’t believe in dirty looks,
I don’t believe in hot dogs,
I don’t believe in veggie wieners,
I don’t believe in door knobs,
I don’t believe in being cleaner,
I don’t believe in getting a job,
I don’t believe in staying in school,
I don’t believe in breathing clean,
I don’t believe in that everything’s cool,
I don’t believe in fluorescent lights,
I don’t believe in counting tools,
I don’t believe in there’s a choice that’s right,
I don’t believe that dying is cruel,
I don’t believe in lying to the people,
I don’t believe in confusing the people,
I don’t believe there’s too many people,
I don’t believe that we are people,
I don’t believe in locking doors,
I don’t believe in un-locking doors,
I don’t believe in doing chores,
I don’t believe in being bored,
I don’t believe in flying home,
I don’t believe in being alone,
I don’t believe in tickling toes,
I don’t believe in a punch in the nose,
I don’t believe in being together,
I don’t believe in tomorrow’s weather,
I don’t believe in John and Yoko,
I don’t believe that you’re a joke,
I don’t believe in a day at the beach,
I don’t believe in my “don’t believe” speech,
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7. |
Break Neck Baby
00:55
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Break neck baby watering down the flowers,
Break neck baby watering down the garden,
It’s only fair,
It’s only fair,
It’s only fair,
It’s only fair,
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8. |
Sockhop
03:53
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I’m a bell-hop,
Dancing around with bells on,
And I’ve had a frown on for a long time,
And I don’t know where the times gone to stay,
And I’m happy,
But I know that I’m not quite happy,
To be on the dance floor,
With left feet on but I’ll stay,
And I’m round,
Keep spinning and spinning around,
And I think I’m gonna hit the ground,
And I never sing at you,
And I never want to be here,
Everything moves at once,
I can’t hear the tune out she says,
I would only dance with you all out,
If that would make sense,
But I know that I’m not quiet with everyone,
To dance alone with only socks,
Missed I think, pretend, own, flickering like a
Beast
And everything’s a feat,
Falling down touching feet,
But I could just stick alone and there’s only one left,
And I can’t outrun this night,
Can’t outrun this night,
Can’t outrun this night,
And I can’t outrun this night,
Can’t outrun this night,
Can’t outrun this night,
Ahhhhh Give me some lines
Tell us, light fades on me
Lines, give me some lines
Give up my face on this da a ance
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9. |
Breaking Wave Baby
01:40
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Break neck baby,
Watering down the garden,
It’s only fair,
It’s only fair,
Break neck baby,
Watering down the flowers,
It’s only fair,
It’s only air,
It’s only hair,
It’s only clair,
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10. |
Shelf For Yourself
03:42
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The rain is falling on the ground,
It makes love to the wonders of the Earth,
The phone is ringing in your eyes,
So go out to catch the bus to Perth,
But if you wait for a while,
All of the phones will stop ticking, for a minute,
Then you can go in a flash, and end up with trash,
And be dying to come back and swim it,
All of these years,
All kinds of animals,
They breathe most of your breath,
All of these cheers,
All of these glasses and toasts,
Polish your cheeks and caress,
The rain keeps falling on the ground,
It dries up all the grass around,
Your arm is breaking out the cast,
Been told to fold and it was going to last,
But if you hold on a flash, and go break your fast,
Someone will sweep up the plaster,
And if you hold on a while, and go check your files,
You'll break fast with all of the answers,
The shorter the years,
The less there are animals,
They breathe less of your breath,
The cranking of gears,
The swinging of pendulums,
The ringing of toasts well done
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11. |
Bread For the Breaking
04:12
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Don’t ask for a million dollars cause I’ll just bring you bread,
But I guarantee that it’s the best darn bread that you will ever have,
Don’t ask for a million dollars cause I’ll just bring you bread,
But I guarantee that it’s the best darn bread that you will ever have,
Today
Today
Today
Today
Don’t ask for a thousand million basic ind ideas,
The photo’s keeping a want, a want, all for all these years,
Don’t ask to be looking out at all those ancient times,
Cause I’ll just walk alone along these walls from time to time,
Roaming today
Roaming today
Roaming today
Roaming today
I wanna share a million things with you,
I wanna share a million things with you,
I wanna shout a million things with you,
I wanna believe in a million things you do,
Today
Today
Today
Today
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12. |
Inbetween Commercials
01:34
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She put a rope,
Around her neck,
And they pulled,
Ever so slowly,
And she died,
About a year later,
But she died,
With millions and their parents,
But she died,
With millions and their parents,
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Daniel Mckell Montreal, Québec
With a voice like a mountain stream, Daniel McKell sings songs for grown-ups who never grew up and kids feeling the woes of the world. Best known for his work with acclaimed Montreal string band Lake of Stew, Daniel now sings in Alt-Country band Fieldstone Reverie and uses his guitar and kazoo to send prayers up in soap bubbles. ... more
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