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Boomtown Christmas
03:28
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Boomtown, living with Bob Geldof
I found it was not crazy
Boomtown, living with Santa Claus
Boomtown, living with Bob Geldof
I found it was not crazy
Boomtown, living with Santa Claus
Living with Santa Claus, living with Santa Claus
Boomtown, living with Bob Geldof
I found it was not crazy
Boomtown, living with Santa Claus
Boomtown, living with Bob Geldof
I found it was not crazy
Boomtown, living with Santa Claus
Living with Santa Claus, living with Santa Claus
It's all I can think to tell
My wishes form inside a well
My Christmas wish it out to see
Look out, for number one is me, yeah, yeah
Boomtown, living with Bob Geldof
I found it was not crazy
Boomtown, living with Santa Claus
Boomtown, living with Bob Geldof
I found it was not crazy
Boomtown, living with Santa Claus
Living with Santa Claus, living with Santa Claus
Boomtown, living with Bob Geldof
I found it was not crazy
Boomtown, living with Santa Claus
Boomtown, living with Bob Geldof
I found it was not crazy
Boomtown, living with Santa Claus
Living with Santa Claus, living with Santa Claus
I found some company beneath the sheets
They told me watch how Geldof eats
There's rat traps sprouted around this place
And don't you know that I just hate Mondays, yeah, yeah
Boomtown, living with Bob Geldof
I found it was not crazy
Boomtown, living with Santa Claus
Boomtown, living with Bob Geldof
I found it was not crazy
Boomtown, living with Santa Claus
Living with Santa Claus, living with Santa Claus
Living with Santa Claus
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2. |
Flying Pianos
02:09
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He’s the winner of the life
He is the winner, Jack the knife
I see flying pianos in the bar
And giant rainbows in the car
And when the tide comes in we’ll walk
We’ll call on Jack and his beanstalk
I see flying pianos in the bar
And giant rainbows in the car
And when the tide comes in we’ll walk
We’ll call on Jack and his beanstalk
He is the winner
Though self-obsessed, he’s not a man
But he is a winner man
I see flying pianos in the bar
And giant rainbows in the car
And when the tide comes in we’ll walk
We’ll call on Jack and his beanstalk
I see flying pianos in the bar
And giant rainbows in the car
And when the tide comes in we’ll walk
We’ll call on Jack and his beanstalk
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3. |
Revolting Classical
04:19
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I see the sunrise in the morning
And my lady as she rise
She goes back to sleep but knows
That she will still be mine
She writes arpeggios and scales
When she’s shit-faced on the floor
And when she has had enough
She gets back up for more
I miss listening to the Beatles as I ride my bike to work
And now I’m sick of the feeble classic work that she rings on
I miss the sounds of Led Zeppelin inside my little headphones
And now she drives me to my day job and connects her own cell phone
I see the sunset in the evening
And she’s pulling off her bra
And she quickly falls asleep
But forgets to lock her car
I sneak on down and steal a sweatshirt
As I belt out through the door
I open up to see what’s there
And smash her iPod on the floor
And I miss listening to the Kinks and Pink Floyd all day long
And now I think I’m getting sick to the music that is wrong
I miss the sounds in my ears of the early Rolling Stones
And now she drives me to my day job and connects her own cell phone
And I miss listening to the Beatles as I ride my bike to work
And now I’m sick of the feeble classic work that she rings on
I miss the sounds of Led Zeppelin inside my little headphones
And now she drives me to my day job and connects her own cell phone
And I miss listening to the Kinks and Pink Floyd all day long
And now I think I’m getting sick to the music that is wrong
I miss the sounds in my ears of the early Rolling Stones
And now she drives me to my day job and connects her own cell phone
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4. |
Bambo 40
01:32
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Tide when the beginning’s right
And the hope of culling reconsize
The time has come to recognise
It’s the team captain, it’s the team captain
It’s the team captain, it’s the team captain
Minus 40 centigrade
The time the earth had shook it’s quake
Quacks and forty bambo stakes
It’s the team captain, it’s the team captain
It’s the team captain, it’s the team captain
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5. |
Hey Bambo!
01:04
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6. |
Se Papa
01:39
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From Rochdale to Ocho Rios
From Ocho Rios to Dorking
From Dorking it is back to Rochdale
From Rochdale to Ocho Rios
Ay! Ay!
Se papa nosotros dio
Se papa pollos hermanos
Se mama nosotros dios
Se mama verde pollos sol
Ay! Ay!
From Rochdale to Ocho Rios
From Ocho Rios to Dorking
From Dorking it is back to Rochdale
From Rochdale to Ocho Rios
Ay! Ay! Se papa
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I’m a very nostalgic person
I know it’s silly but I really miss my past
I’m not a fan of all things changes
And it seems that things are changing fast
Where the once was a lovely old toy shop
And a few music and candy stores
I would watch the cars fill up the parking lot
Now there’s so much room to fit some more
And now there’s a minimum
Of fifty condominiums
Where’s the old ugly strip malls
And bus stops and cathedrals
They’re building more boxes
To hide all the faces
Of people like you and I
The tiny apartments
To squeeze all the people in
And they will not stop
We should go on strike!
And we should gather up the working class
On strike!
But to them we’re just a pain in the ass
I’m a very sensible person
I know the difference between wrong and right
And I can recognize corruption
And sympathize if the feeling isn’t right
The enterprises say I’m bitching
But they’re just counting up their share
It seems only millionaires can live in hell’s kitchen
I think I can see a connection there
I miss the houses made of stone
And grass laid out across the homes
And now I watch the flying drones
And dog walkers on their mobile phones
They’re building more boxes
To put people in storage
People like you and I
The miniscule spaces
They stack up these places
And they raise up the price
We should go on strike!
And we should gather up the working class
On strike!
But to them we’re just a pain in the ass
I’m never one to be the grieving
But from time to time I think of this new feeling
Here’s a fun fact to think about this evening
If the world lived as compactly
As they do in New York City
Then the world would fit in New Zealand
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8. |
Stefansson (Song)
02:07
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And when I’m happening to hold the place that we can go away
Even though time is full of holes, time is less the price to pay
We’re at the chapel, we are one to hold
We’re at the chapel, we are one to hold
Let’s microwave ourselves today
Let’s microwave ourselves today
When the mirror shows our bones, we know that we have done okay
And when the sky inevitably falls, we will fall flat on dumps hooray
We’re at the chapel, we are one to hold
We’re at the chapel, we are one to hold
Let’s microwave ourselves today
Let’s microwave ourselves today
And when I’m happening to hold
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9. |
Blazer Rifle
02:38
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White Kenco and baths of acid
And somewhere far away
The studious look of sailors
To fish prices today
I saw the noble feet
Of bloodshot monks today
But, they’re out out on skipping on the beat
And soon they’ll fly away
White lines of cocaine addicts
Sniffing up some clay
It’s not the real thing but
It’s good enough for today
I watch the seagulls fly
Up up and away
They realized there’s no food
To steal from us today
And here’s the lesson of the day
We look out through the other way
And I raise my gun up
And I point my blazer rifle
And I shoot across the bay
Orange calippos and candy ices
And photographs of hate
I find somewhere dead inside
And I sleep my past away
There’s porn on their televisions
And women on their third page
Hung up on the tattooed walls
Of the butterfly huts they’ve made
And here’s the lesson of the day
We look out through the other way
And I raise my gun up
And I point my blazer rifle
And I shoot across the bay
Shoot across the bay
And here’s the calories I’ve ate
They better not call back so late
Or I will find them
And use my blazer rifle
And I will blow it their face
Blow it in their face
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10. |
Mountain Irish
02:42
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You say that you have time
Well, what time
I say that you live on the line
On the right line
Please don’t hesitate to ask
Just ask me
Please don’t shoot me in the back
Just shoot me
Mountain Irish
Fountainhead pen
You say love is on the line
The white line
I say you’re egotistic mind
Nevermind
I say you should live on
The right line
You say that you don’t have time
Mountain Irish
Fountainhead pen
Mountain Irish
Fountainhead pen
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11. |
Expert Craftsmanship
02:48
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You called it blank bear
Reason to believe
You said he’s always there
Reason to deceive
Please will you comb your hair
You look quite ugly
I like you when you look shy
You got big boobies
And I got to live with that
You got big boobies
And I got to live with that
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The universe, I think I’m gonna spit right through me
The universe, I think I’m gonna right a song
The universe, I think I want it just to use me
The universe, I think that I will tag along
The universe, I think I’m gonna drink a smoothie
The universe, I think I’m doing this all wrong
The universe, I think I’ll let it split right through me
The universe, I think I’ve died sometime during this song
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Ryan Chisefsky New York, New York
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