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My Train Is A Bus
03:50
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My train is a bus. I don’t like to make a fuss,
but I missed my connection, paid good money for this ticket.
If you want it for inspection, well I’ll tell you where to stick it!
My job went in the cuts. I don’t like to make a fuss,
but a zero hours contract, that ain’t sufficient to get by on.
I’ve got payments to transact, I need income to rely on!
My life’s in a rut. I don’t like to make a fuss,
but I’m feeling such frustration that I’m getting misanthropic.
If a train comes through this station, well I’m going to get on it!
I feel superfluous. I don’t like to make a fuss,
but it seems that I’ve been left behind, my future’s been dismantled.
The system has been streamlined and this service has been cancelled!
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2. |
Hedge Monkey
03:15
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Winter’s crept in on velvet pads, and quietly stolen, stolen the day.
I didn’t notice gloamings. Didn’t you hear me say, that I love you,
and I want to stay at your side until the tides of May?
I am the hedge monkey. I’m kind of funky. Many nights spent,
recumbent in a bosky tent. Supine, free to be, to be, to see
the twinkling infinity that is my roof, my mantra, my nothingness,
and my truth. My footfall is light, my needs simple and slight,
but yet those with wealth find me a threat to their health.
The cold it bites, and the frost it snaps. We share each other’s beds,
lost in each other’s heads. But as the cuckoo calls,
and the leaves return, for the green lanes I will yearn.
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Luck (explicit lyrics)
03:35
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What’s the most you’ve ever lost on a coin toss?
What’s the highest stake you’d play?
A dangerous looking stranger came in off the highway.
Like an emissary of destiny, he wants you to call which way,
and every choice you’ve ever voiced has led you to this day.
Don’t fuck with luck, it’s all you’ve got. Mess with it, it’ll mess you up.
If you’ve got to call it, take your best shot, but don’t fuck with luck.
This ought to be your lucky quarter, it’s stamped 1958.
Don’t drop it in your pocket,don’t lose it in your change.
For all these years it was travelling here, to decide your fate.
You didn’t know, your whole life though, you were putting up the stake.
Every decision that’s arisen, all the faith that you might place,
in an instance of coincidence,profound or commonplace.
Your ancestry through the history of the entire human race,
were blessed or cursed, for better or worse, by every choice they faced.
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I’m striving to be apathetic, but it’s still not working.
Since I discovered nihilism I have new meaning in my life
I know it’s ridiculous giving up caring,
I know it’s daft but I’ve given up shaving.
Here comes that iteration irritation...
I’m too drunk to do the crossword. I’m too drunk, I have’t got a clue.
Two down, nine across... Ennui? Apathy? What do I give a toss?
I’m striving to be apathetic, but it’s still not working.
Since I discovered bingo I have random numbers in my life.
It’s not about skill, it’s not about panache.
I know it’s crazy but I’m growing a moustache.
Here comes that iteration irritation...
I’m striving to be apathetic, but it’s still not working.
Since I discovered shoes I have one sole desire.
Despair? Fuck despair! I have luxuriant facial hair.
Here comes that iteration irritation...
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5. |
Dial-A-Ride
03:20
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Dial-A-Ride right up your street. Join the community. I’ll be your volunteer driver. Come aboard and enjoy the ride now.
Old school Jules is an upright citizen:
a stickler for rules, an appetite for discipline.
He advocates etiquette and proper manners.
He’ll whip into shape any sloppy grammar.
Nosey-parker Barbara’s always in trouble,
because a problem shared is a problem doubled.
She’s anything but a silent witness,
broadcasting any intimate business.
Show-off Stephen don’t care who sees.
If he’s centre of attention, he’s well pleased.
Loudly boasting to admiring friends,
from whom he probably gets a roast in every weekend.
Animal Angela wears what she likes.
This affable handler shares dog insights.
Petting in the country, a little puppy training.
Begging when you’re hungry, tied to a railing.
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It’s grim being the reaper, ‘cause every mate he tries to make
has an impending date with fate.
Spare him a thought as he walks the earth,
no hand to hold in these times of gloom:
a hoodie with a scythe, harbinger of doom.
Let me introduce you to the undertaker.
He’ll smooth your path to the shaker maker
with a veneer of caring attitude, and plenty of simpering platitudes,
as they carry you to the take-and-bake.
From his euphemisms and your ash, his cash he makes.
Bollocks to the future, and fuck the past.
Let’s get together and have a blast.
Come join the Gripper Lee 3 at the End Of The World Party.
Grab your coat and have some grub.
We’ll see you down the pub.
Come join the Gripper Lee 3 at the End Of The World Party...
They’re going to get you. You can’t avoid your date with fate.
You can dodge it for a while, but make no mistake.
Better live life on the wild side, not just to be on the safe side:
a slow kind of strangling suicide.
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7. |
Move It Right Along
03:10
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Seasonally affected.
Proceduraly rejected.
Badly maladjusted.
Sadly can’t be trusted.
Socially awkward.
Emotionally tortured.
Financially boracic.
Circumstantially tragic.
Move it right along, there’s nothing here to see.
Move it right along, move it right away from me.
Hapless and unfortunate.
Tactless, disproportionate.
Morally questionable.
Horribly objectionable.
Tell this human train wreck
to take a bloomin’ rain check.
Make this uncaring figure
stop staring from my mirror.
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8. |
Vampire Of Love
03:40
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Heads turned as she walked in the room,
the vampire of love, the maiden of doom.
She fixed me with her evil eye,
she drew me in, she hung me out to dry.
My moist bottom lip quivered,
as she glowered and delivered,
a withering look of disgust and distain,
a poker to the heart, a quite delicious pain.
She is the vampire of love, the ice maiden,
and the walls of her lair they are laden
with the bones of those who had the misfortune to fall
for the empty promises of the siren’s call...
With every corpuscle and muscle I yearned.
I lusted, I ached, with desire I burned.
Wildly attractive, delightfully depraved:
sultry, provocative, madly badly behaved.
She is a creature of the night,
who takes much demented delight
in draining men of their emotions
as they fall for her addictive love potions.
Dalliances inside their heads,
they’ll never share her bed:
a paramour to hold up to adore,
to worship and nothing more.
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Lightweight Mate
02:25
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Breaking strain of a pre-chewed Mars Bar,
melts away like a chocolate fireguard.
Self contained in a wet paper bag,
unashamed and unabashed.
A no-hope sick note, bad joke anecdote,
piss-taking cheapskate, bellyaching fruitcake.
A one puff white out lightweight mate...
Just one whiff of the barmaid’s apron,
one sniff’s enough for intoxication.
Gift of the gab until it’s their round.
Taxicab and it’s homeward bound.
Every social group has a lightweight mate or two.
If you’re not sure who, well probably it’s you.
I’ve grown disillusioned, I’ve got no tenacity.
I’ve come to the conclusion that the lightweight mate is me!
A one puff white out lightweight mate...
A one punch lights out lightweight mate!
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10. |
Forever Mine
03:47
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Stop the world from spinning, I want to jump off.
I want this moment to last forever.
We may part, we may stay together,
but how can it get any better than now?
Stop the world from turning, I’m falling, forever falling.
Catch me, hold me, don’t let me go,
because today will turn into yesterday,
the land of memories and regrets.
Between what has been and what is yet to come,
there’s a place where we can be as one.
Stop the clocks, and hold back time.
In this eternal moment, you are forever mine...
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Gripper Lee 3 Bexhill, UK
Quirky alternative art rockers with pagan folk and blues influences, whose witty lyrics offer a wry look at life and death and the cycles of nature. Old enough to know better, but daft enough to do it anyway, this oddball outfit from East Sussex (UK) play edgy and eclectic original material in their own unique style. ... more
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