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Lemonade
03:58
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Long time gone, summer’s here again
Bricked up space, I can feel the pain
March time town, brings us flesh to bare
An uptown girl, thinks she’s slim you know
I see your smile stretches ear to ear
I love that easy way
Is this, a shove or an exit to a sharp place?
A shove or a down, down heart place
A shove or an exit to a sharp place
In no time long, and summer falls away
I’ll slap my face, so I can’t feel the pain
November song, the Captain calls our names
A down-heeled girl, who’s much too slim you know
I see your smile was trapped inside a cage
Is this the easy way?
Is this, a shove or an exit to a sharp place?
A shove or a down, down heart place
A shove or an exit to a sharp place
As years stretch on, and friendships fall apart
I’ll pull some strings, and crawl back to the start
Of this ending, this glass of lemonade
May start to sting, its no surprise you know
I’ll see your smile returning to its place
The only easy way
Is this, a shove or an exit to a sharp place?
A shove or a down, down heart place
A shove or an exit to a sharp place
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The Saddist
03:06
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He likes it when it rains
Feels like sympathy from God
A bland and even pain
To fill up his empty world
He eats at tables for one, cos misery’s sweeter alone
And he hasn’t got friends waiting for him to phone
A single pint of bitter beer
Then home to the mirror to practice his tears
Cos he’s a saddist, he brings everybody down
And he’s glad it’s known all around
That he’s a greetin-faced son of a bitch and he’s coming to your town
A wardrobe full of clothes
Pure black from toe to hair
And because one never knows
Clean black designer underwear
Don’t tell him a joke, cos he won’t see the funny side
He’s got a book of suggestions for suicide
He’s proud of his little black cloud
And he’s only too happy too share it around
Cos he’s a saddist, he brings everybody down
And he’s glad it’s known all around
That he’s a greetin-faced son of a bitch and he’s coming to your town
Yeah he’s a saddist, he brings everybody down
And he’s glad it’s known all around
That he’s a moaning-faced, hell-bent merchant of doom
Yeah he’s a broken-faced, sad act, purveyor of gloom
Yeah, he’s a greetin-faced son of a bitch and he’s coming to your town
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3. |
Trouble Is
03:41
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You won’t believe the trouble I’m in
You won’t believe the trouble I’m in
This heap of misfortune, catalogue of sin
You won’t believe, so why should I tell
You won’t believe, so why should I tell
What can I buy, when there’s nothing on sale
Trouble is, I’ve seen so much
Trouble is, I miss your touch
Trouble is a done deal such
That I can’t win with this trouble I’m in.
You won’t forget the trouble I’ve caused
You won’t forget the trouble I’ve caused
When I broke your invisible laws
You won’t believe, so why make a scene
You won’t believe, so why make a scene
You won’t believe the trouble I’ve seen
Trouble is, I’ve seen so much
Trouble is, I miss your touch
Trouble is a done deal such
That I can’t win with this trouble I’m in.
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Leather Muppet
02:32
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Don’t dress me like a baby, baby
Don’t treat me like a school kid, bend me down and cane me
Try someone who’s older, these things leave me colder, now
Tune in to the station of the TV generation now
I want a leather muppet
Gonna fondle it and cup it
I want a leather muppet now
I want a leather muppet
Don’t say they’re only puppets
I want a leather muppet now
Don’t tell me that you think it’s wrong, hun
You asked me what turns me on
Kermit as a pimp and Fozzie in a gimp-suit, wow
Piggy flicks her lashes, my resistance crashes, now
I want a leather muppet
Gonna fondle it and cup it
I want a leather muppet now
I want a leather muppet
Don’t say they’re only puppets
I want a leather muppet now
Don’t say that you want me to change,
Don’t tell me that you think I’m strange (girl, I’m no stranger than you)
Oh, there’s another thing I guess I ought to tell you too
I’ve always had a thing for Velma outta Scooby Doo
But I’ll settle for a muppet
I’ll play with it and stuff it
I want a leather muppet now
Yeah, I want a leather muppet
I’ll tie it up and cuff it
I want a leather muppet now
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Kangaroo Girl
03:17
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On the road with Kangaroo Girl
The wind in my hair and bugs in my teeth
Top’s down and I’m feeling the chill
Grey sky up, grey tarmac beneath
Going nowhere, going nowhere with you
Driving round, bouncing up and down
You stampy tramp you’ll make me black and blue
Kanga, kanga, driving like a kangaroo
Back on the road with gorgeous Kanga-gal
Running red lights and stop signs
Don’t give a Koala-crap about your legal law pal
Just as well you don’t read minds, baby
Going nowhere, going nowhere with you
Driving round, bouncing up and down
You stampy tramp you’ll make me black and blue
Kanga, kanga, driving like a kangaroo
Pump the gas, stamp the brake, never ever indicate
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murnie Glasgow, UK
Murnie is a Glasgow/Lanarkshire-based power trio with a love of strong melodies with idiosyncratic lyrics played loud, and with influences as varied as seventies singer-songwriters and classic metal this is hardy surprising. Their unusual piano/drums/guitar-or-bass line-up might appear lacking, but thoughtful arrangements, harmony vocals and sheer enthusiasm result in a big sound from a wee band. ... more
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