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Glorious Tales of Wes
Your little doodads, put them on a shelf
Your old wrinkled clothes, put them on as well (on the shelf)
You are lying to yourself if you think that you can use them
Your old memory trove, man that multicolored box you brought along
Your old antique vase that your mother said you never could sell
You are lying to yourself and everybody, Wes
Glorious tales of wes the ones that you forgot to write about
Glorious tales of wes
You were lying in wait by the subway station, do you remember?
Oh Wes…you were over and under, how you tumble and twirl for every single girl
You’re like the lion in winter you retreat and whimper deep in dresser drawers
Well your head was messed up man, you were in a whirl.
Oh Wes…
Oh well…
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Tuesday Coming In To Time
Wake up, Tuesday morning, mother’s down the hall
Smell of bacon frying and there is laughter through the wall
And on the walk up from school he takes his time
No one noticed but we all saw the signs
You may take your time about it I will be just fine
Take your time (and) never want mine
They’ll hold you down and change your manners
Tuesday coming in to time
Yesterday we were all just fine
Under the overpass and late to class
They’ll hold you down and change your answers
Tuesday coming in to time
Yesterday we were all just fine
Boys playing with toy soldiers
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This Sporting Life
01:27
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This Sporting Life
Story of Frank, and his rugby life
And Mr. Machin’s wife
This sporting life
Whose boots are these that you’d have me wear while you’re down there with the engine air.
This sporting life
This is your life
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Let’s Be Nice With Johnny
Will you be my baby love and come and dance in the cool night air?
In the cool, tall leaves of the Paulownia trees. You and me both know it’s a den of thieves.
We’ll be nice with Johnny
And John’ll be good to me
Can’t wait for tomorrow to be late.
Well I don’t know about you but it’s the crazy things you do that make me want to fall in love with you.
Will you be my baby love and come and dance in the cool night air?
In the cool, tall leaves of the colonial trees
You and me both know whose trees are these
We’ll be nice with Johnny and John’ll be good to me
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Saturday Night and Sunday Morning
Saturday Night and Sunday Morning
Awake the whole night through
Saturday Night and Sunday Morning
Waking up for you
Down a lonely avenue (that) a man must work his whole life through
What kind of man are you on Saturday Night and Sunday Morning
Saturday night I’m heading out I say goodbye to dad
Hello duck, “how do you like stout?” and “Have another fag?”
What crazy things we do
Saturday night the whole night through
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She was Dancing Alone in the Rain
She was Dancing Alone in the Rain
She was feeling all numb with no pain
And shes bound to go home again and make herself warm by the fire
Bout to take the phone again and make herself go higher and higher
In the rain..
Bout to hold the phone again and make herself feel cold desire
In the rain..
Here comes the rain, here it comes again
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Dream Of 1000 Cats
01:37
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Dream of 1,000 Cats
What do boys dream?
Covered in their beds
What strange ideals have they gotten in their heads?
What am I supposed to think?
Dream of 1,000 cats everyone licking fat and dancing in the pouring rain
Dream of 1,000 cats everyone looking sad and dancing in the pouring rain
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Burgulary In Belvedere
03:30
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Burglary in Belvedere
Burglary in Belvedere have you ever heard anything so queer?
It’s happening now in a seaside town
Where do they go when no one is around?
Oh no!
A cold wind blows through suburban lawns
The overfed province of educated sons
Don’t know, said the whipping boy, everytime you turn around you’re someone’s new toy
Oh no!
A cold wind blows.
Murder up in Bellevue now, sadly it seems the rich get by somehow
The velvet man disrupts your reservation
The protest song has just kicked in
Oh no!
A cold wind blows (its) way across the orange fields
Balance time
Oh ho ho said the whippoorwill, boy.
Balance time
Oh no! A cold wind blows
Well have you heard about the thousand year old crone?
Well she sits upon the throne all alone
With a glass of whiskey in her hand and pearls upon her neck.
Oh no!
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A Void About Town
03:23
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A Void About Town
On the washline of your old home
Mothers old node come on here we go
Lines of houses, torn egos, wet windows
Among the brambles, thorny breaches we’ll go
Tired lovers hang from old bed posts and mali lovers hang about with their heads held down
In the culdesace of your old home
Mothers old node, we’ll get by some how
High above my culdesac ambition
I am bound by all my sad traditions
Marrianne buys apron strings, and
Me I find myself amused by my old man’s things
Dangling like a jewel on a wire
Around and round and round.
Things have been strange since you're gone
Everybody’s wandering along
I’ve been here alone with my head held down in the sand
And you’re all aloof and you won’t take my hand
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Whatever the Postman Says
She lasts an hour on a twin bed in Rome
Waiting for Sweet Boy to just go on home
And waiting is not all that she does
Truly her lips are abuzz
1 2 3 4 5 and three times or more
The package arrived on a Sunday past noon
The Postman he says that you’re long overdue
And Oddly he has shed is shirt
Delivering the goods is hot work
Whatever the postman says you’re my girl
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Petey
00:47
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Dandy
03:17
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Dandy
Dandy dandy dandy
Come alive in the cool night air (which) surrounds me and I feel cold, covered up in fine white silks
Can you hear me? I'm the same as you when you are not near me, how apropos (of nothing) covered up in the clothes
Mind your toy soldiers, put them in a row
Mind your colors, boy, you wont need them where youll go
Soon the world comes to take its awful toll
Through all the kind words that mothers often know
Dandy dandy dandy
And what say you? To the bells of change
Well they come upon you swiftly and leave you subtly changed
And soon you’ll know, how those bells they toll
When you will look upon yourself and then you’ll know
Here comes the fashion maven just in time fo the may fair
Covered up in fine white silks
I’m not the problem
You were the problem
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Where is Rowan Morrison?
Where is Rowan Morrison? Filthy mother nature’s son
On this tortured twisted isle, she’s avoiding you in style
Around a whirling maypole, some virgin copper’s eyes see a scene
Oh so surreal.
Where is Rowan morrison, by the light of the lane
I’ll be here in this wicker man until your little world falls apart
Where is Rowan Morrison, indentured by the sun
On the twisted silent breeze, she’s avoiding you with ease
What strange times are these, where these tortured lands bear nothing save for their leaves
Where have all the good pagan sons gone?
Where is Rowan Morrison, by the lord summer’s isle
I’ll be here in this wicker man until your little world falls Apart
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Peppermint Girl
07:37
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Peppermint Girl
Peppermint Girl, red and white lines
She’s going to crack, just you give it time
Breathe in deep the London air
It makes your skin look oh so fair
But underneath your candied shell
You’re really not doing so well
Although your red and white colors swirl you’ll always be my country girl
Peppermint girl, made by the world
She doesn’t like to remember when
Whatever, whenever wherever she belongs
Way back beneath the garden wall
Where they made you feel so small
You wanted money
And you got it but you sold your soul they got it.
Now here you are afte all
Talking shit and standing tall
Lie lie lie
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Girl By Many Names
03:18
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A Girl By Many Names
A Girl By Many Names came wandering by today
If she would hold my hand It’d be such a lovely fantasy
But you’ll just have to (stare) and wonder
And you, you wouldn’t listen
And I knew you’d understand!
I go by many names in underground circles, where
A boy could change their name and everything would be ok down there
But you’ll just have to wonder
And you, you wouldn’t listen
And I knew you’d understand!
Still I sit here alone in my bed and wonder what
What do you do when you’re all alone?
Are you wandering now through a shallow unhappy hell?
Do you ever think of me?
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Monday, In a Small Dull Town
The clock runs down the wall, and you’re slinking down the hall
Your best friend is on the phone, He’s going “monday, monday, monday…
The trains don’t run on time and nobody gets out alive
The tax man’s on the phone, oh! He’s going “Monday, monday monday…
In a small town, what’s wrong? Well nobody that’s around here can really tell you what’s going on
In a small town, you’ve moved on, well the door is always open should you like to come home
And then Monday comes, and its not fun anymore, Life in a Small Dull Town
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