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Parties and Parties.
02:47
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Parties and Parties
Living in a mobile home - parties every day and night
Lock me up in a pleasure suit - slap my back and I’ll go out
Blame it on the carsick pills - too much sun or lack of sleep
Living out of rubbish tins since the world began to fade last week
And I’ve had too much to drink so I don’t have to think
I’ve had too much to drink so I don’t have to think
I’m not exactly celibate but there’s not a lot to celebrate
Come over here I can hardly wait just tell me when I salivate
See the world through paper cups crowded ashtrays through my lips
Nothing ever slows me up I’m going down at a rapid clip
And I’ve had too much to drink so I don’t have to think
I’ve had too much to drink so I don’t have to think
Jon McLeary
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One Way Step
Heat streams through the open seams where I’ve come to make my big play
She’s clean she’s a real hard chase but it was never meant to be easy
No bar is safe when she hits the crease the conversation hits the hill retreats
And I’m in later with the running sheets – oh no I’m not the beast
One way step - won’t waste it
One way step - won’t waste it
Word curls through the sunny spells where she’s the bowling and the green
She’s the message on the face of the book it was better not to re-read
I’m going to jump into the coral sea if I can reach the surface when I need to breathe
And there’s a sunken smile that I can fill with teeth - oh no I’m not the beast
I’m not the beast - I’m not the beast
One way step - won’t waste it
One way step - won’t waste it
Time sits like a growing child on the banks of my inner peace
Lights the flame round the old flesh wound it was better not to re-heat
Well I’m going to tell you what is going to be if I can reach the paper before it reaches the streets
I’m not the monster I’m supposed to think - oh no I’m not the beast
I’m not the beast - I’m not the beast
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Punch.
03:15
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Punch
I been waiting here for you an hour
Where do you call this then where we been?
I could have been ice I could have been stone
I got a wife and children they look warm
Here come Judy with the babby
With nothing to eat in the frying pan
I’m getting terrible hungry Judy
Why don’t we put the babby in?
I gone down and hit the babby
Judy’s not looking too pleased at all
I hit them both again and again
I’ll have to eat Judy now as well
Up come Jack Ketch he’s looking at trubba
He sees what happened to Judy and the babby
I knock him dead but he’s up coming back
I got a hunch he climbs on that
Jon McLeary
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Pokerface.
02:52
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Pokerface
I like it on the other side
I go there when I’m feeling tired
Hard to shave a double chin
Hard to get the razor in
Do it slow or you’ll cut your skin
Pokerface is wearing thin
I like it in the photographs
Hiding on your walls behind their glass
Cutting down your family tree
Being yourself where you’re meant to be
Standing in groups at the cemetery
Sounds a lot like you to me
And you know who I am
Can you feel my breath
Make a mess of your neck
What do you do next?
Can you see my death to my left
Is that why you left
Me?
I like it in the other room
Can I go back inside there soon?
The way you walk when you’re running late
Just another call to make
Don’t mind me I like to wait
Slows me down but that’s ok
And you know who I am
Can you feel my breath
Make a mess of your neck
What do you do next?
Can you see my death to my left
Is that why you left
Me?
I like it on the other side
I go there when I’m feeling tired
Jon McLeary
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Death Commandoes.
02:44
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Death Commandos
Will you listen to my plan or will you leave?
I’m tired of wondering what to do
Should be back at home with your personality
I’m tired of trying not to laugh
And don’t sell your soul before you get inside the door
You never really know what it’s like until you go
And will you stop whiling away its time to scream or make a deal
You cant get out now that I’ve seen it sitting back at home with your self-esteem
And don’t say it’s over now cos you don’t know
Where I got the goal to get to where I am now
And death commandos show up around the place
Pick out the best pardon the rest
I like my life so much better after they came
And now they’re gone and I’m still here yet
And you’re still here whiling away with your strange dramatic appearance
You cant get out now that I’ve seen it sitting back at home in your electric chair
And don’t say you told me so cos you don’t know
Where I had to go to get to where I am now
And don’t sell your soul before you get inside the door
You never really know what it’s like until you go
And death commandos show up around the place
Pick out the best pardon the rest
I like my life so much better after they came
And now they’re gone and I’m still here yet
Jon McLeary
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6. |
You Should See My House.
02:53
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You Should See My House
Come with me and I’ll take you some place
You should see my house and its name in all this
You should see my house - you should see my house
I’ll get the chairs and I’ll tell you one thing
You should feel my pulse and it’s beating through this
You should see my health - you should see my health
And I won’t beg any number on you
And I won’t shy away under your legs
And I will pay any price that you name
How much is my heart in all this?
Come with me and I’ll break you someplace
You should feel my pulse and it’s beating through this
You should see my house - you should see my house
And I won’t beg any number on you
And I won’t shy away under your legs
And I will pay any price that you name
How much is my heart in all this?
Jon McLeary
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7. |
Beverly
03:14
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Beverly (Prepare To Scream)
Beverly’s got a smiling face when I see her there with my naked eye
Just come to life to check the time
Looks at me like a steamy bath and I wash my face and I let it dry
Lifting the mask off a dirty mind
Sometimes she really gets her hands tied - in fact it happens all the time
And she’s always getting caught and always escaping
And she’s always mistaking me for someone else
I don’t blame her though I do it myself
I walk around wishing I was somewhere else
I’m dead scared of winning
Beverly’s got a dead straight face and she sees the world through narrowed eyes
Maybe she needs glasses in her mind
Or perhaps she needs another limb to replace the one that got cut off when
The lights had changed and she was colourblind
Sometimes she really gets her hands tied - in fact it happens more and more
And she’s always getting caught and always escaping
And she’s always mistaking me for someone else
I don’t blame her though I do it myself
I walk around wishing I was someone else
I’m dead scared of women
Beverly’s got sunken eyes and she walks around my room at night
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Are You Withered or Not?
There’s no water – at least we won’t drown
Or go sailing – if we don’t want to
Or get sea-sick – I’ll be back in a minute
There’s no water - we won’t get flooded
There’s no light- we won’t get complacent
Or get blinded – we’re sitting right in it
Or have to look at – untidy faces
There’s no light - it’s a laugh a minute
Another lip-stained face with the clothes and body under it
There’s no air – we won’t talk too much
Or have to choke – when someone opens their lunch
Or go breathing – if we don’t need to
There’s no air – it’s a laugh a minute
Are you withered or not? Are you withered or not?
Are you withered or not? Are you withered or not?
There’s no earth – we won’t sit around
Or go digging - if we don’t want to
Or get dirty – our face and our hands
There’s no earth – I don’t know where I stand
Another lip-stained face with the clothes and body under it
Another lip-stained face with the clothes and body under it
Are you withered or not? Are you withered or not?
Are you withered or not? Are you withered or not?
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9. |
The Heels.
02:11
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The Heels
Mira was always well heeled she had platforms for a shield
She could kick them very high but she was never really real
She’d sit around the house for hours and hours on end
With the vultures and the men
But she’d kick them out of bed when they got past being friends
Now she hurries home the park the dark the rain
She does it every night now she’s doing it again
Never has any trouble but tonight’s not quite the same
Underneath the light a man standing looking strange
Mira was always well braced she had pancake for a face
Couldn’t look her in the eye without feeling chased
I wonder how she feels with her diamonds and her deals
Now she’s caught beneath the wheels in the cut that never heals
Under someone else’s heels
Now she hurries home battered thighs and battered hips
Now she’s all alone her dress is all in rips
The rain’s still coming down but now it only drips
Underneath the light a man standing taking sips
Jon McLeary
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10. |
Losing Colour.
04:29
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Losing Colour
I’m losing colour I’m not about to slow down
Sometimes I shudder at the thought of being seen around
Occasionally I lash out on a red or something else that’s bright and safe
Usually I’m back amongst the murk and that and hide in grey
I get run over by a car on every second day
Makes me embarrassed I have to hide my bloody head away
Occasionally I lash out on a red or something else that’s bright and safe
Usually I’m back amongst the murk and that and hide in grey
I run for cover when I have a fit in a public place
Makes me embarrassed I have to run away and hide my bloody face
Occasionally I lash out on a red or something else that’s bright and safe
Usually I’m back amongst the murk and that and hide in grey
Hide in grey – hide in grey
Hide in grey – hide in grey
Jon McLeary
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