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His Violence (Honey I)
06:43
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Randell has a cunning mind, spends mostly all his time alone
England Born, bred cultured boy, still finds that nature feels like home
Funny how they run away when he flashes his teeth
Rarely Randell cares for much but hanging in his make believe
Child, it’s not so bad
Boy, the fun we have
It all passes
His violence
All the dreaming and fighting
These strange adventures with the freaks
Our gutter shootouts in the street
Wild minded engineer
Designed children’s amusement rides
Diamond pythons, hurricanes
And monster rainbow slippery slides
Funny what the old man sings to all of Randell's band
Get to know yourself my boys, you’re never lonely in dreamland
It all passes
His violence
All the dreaming and fighting
These strange adventures with the freaks
Our gutter shootouts in the street
Lightning, strikes first, then comes, thunder
Swim in, reverse, shark eyes, perverts
Some want the genius to crawl in a parade
To talk and impress and reveal all their tricks
To give them the future without the destruction
Of passionate poison and learning to listen
Randell just wanted to hang with his brother
To tell him some stories, but he’s just a sucker
That lives in his books and gets lost with his characters
One day he’ll get through this pitiful laughter
Kids watching crows circle skeletons of blue whales, that have washed aground and rest upon the shore
Who loves ya’ baby, won’t you smile
Wipe away those tears crocodile
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Hood of bone and coat of skin
You’re wearing pretty thin
Cus’ speech ain't cheap man
Snakes with bellies full of wine
We’d skate to school so high
The other kids seemed different, that’s why I sang to you
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la la
So high, might die
We were never good at keeping friends, two terrible clowns
Many children laughed at Humpty while he pulled them all down
Teachers awkward talk had left the classroom really shocked
Took us a while to see the sunshine in his stories and his lies
Coat of skin and hood of bone
Sharing our headphones
During classes
Role call, I’m mathematic trash
A surfing Pythagoras, spoke in magic numbers
Through pictures, words and tunes
I was dragging through my classes round the foot of the tree
So far deeply dreaming that my name became a mystery
Listen lunatic, it’s such a shame your pride won’t quit
I’ve graffiti’d the walls, your hangouts, teachers desk and screwed you on repeat
Teachers pets and arty gits are claiming they’re kings
Nerds become the bullies, and prance around on stage like they have got no strings
Yeah scaredy cat… you’re the shit
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3. |
Waterboys (Honey III)
03:26
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We don’t see straight
We fell off the roof again
We don’t speak straight
Tongues are twisting to dead ends
We don’t hear straight
What’s that hasty word you said?
We could smell… great
Keep nodding off amongst the flowerbeds
Drown the flying
We’re dividing
Always lying
Look, I’m trying
Paint with Michael
Think we need a woman's touch
Owens plastered
Walt’s always searching for hugs
We get strung out
Love our buds when down below
We get sober and our parties seem to blow
Drown the flying
We’re dividing
Always lying
Look I’m trying
We are many people
We forget our names
I struggle and remember
What’s the point again?
Please don’t mind Walt’s wrinkly skin
Never was a jukebox kid
Mischievous glitches, feverish
The Mercury’s bursting from the tip
We burn to dust in dull witch hunts
These lame wolf packs better watch their backs
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Rivermouth (Honey IV)
05:33
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Smoking in a boat
Wearing a raincoat
With two lovers paddling
And a rod pitched into the drink
This suspicious holiday
Seems like castaway
But spending all my time
With Joel and Clementine
I see our bones are shining whiter
You drank the pledge, are you turned on?
Sailing on a funky river
Down the stream from Babylon
Sweep up the jewels
So fucking dopey
It’s hard to talk
Mouth full of chalk
Feel like a phonie
Bone deep
Lola’s newest phase is getting really strange
Choofing through all my weed
And become a drama queen
She’s been hanging out
With Walt somewhere downtown
Acting in some play
And partying for days
Walt adores her, she is crazy
They just write stories and fuck
He builds her worlds and picks her daisies
And she grumbles it’s not enough
In her play she loves some guy
Who is dragged to death and shows a smile
They hang him up, their words are cruel
And we all laugh as he turns blue
Abracadabra, he disappears
There’s thunder, lightning, plasticine
It’s all about the way we’re fused
Not how you win, but how you lose
You talked to me all along the way
Lead me through a maze to a nowhere place
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5. |
Deep Indigo (Honey V)
04:30
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Silly beasts howling proudly out of tune
My scarlet crescent eyes are deep as dishes and feel like balloons
Please just stay away, very far away, it is all the same
Shut ins nagging, babbling about the sun, marching one by one
Snoring guests always complain when I wake that I sleep in late
Memories of sweet dreams
Throughout melancholy woes
Fools had dressed me wisely
In the deepest indigos
One endless pressure of love and strange creatures in disguise
Screw the self-made hacks, their plans and this whole lame enterprise
Soar high the honey bees, by the hour murmuring
Trailing clouds of glory in the air
Snoring guests always complain when I wake that I sleep in late
Memories of sweet dreams
Throughout melancholy woes
Fools had dressed me wisely
In the deepest indigos
Suits walking around like they own everything they borrowed
They’re only old dogs in new clothes that sleep in luxurious coffins
What a laugh, take a bath
Choose life this day
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Muggle politicians, pantomimes
Scumbag jury rising serpentine
Showtime for a room with window views
Justice, cloaks and daggers bend them blue
Once wise men fought with their crew
These days, bombs and boardrooms
With rubber swords and paper crowns
We are mongrels, blood of all
The same womb as you and every animal
The little men will wage their laws
And weigh the profits on seesaws
Robot rockstars miming and possessed
Blind rams shove, entangle in the fence
There is a currency inside of me
Won’t play door to door for cheap glory
To identify, you will sleep
We can all make believe
But chew your food or your breath will reek
We are mongrels, blood of all
The same womb as you and every animal
The little men will wage their laws
And weigh the profits on seesaws
All this war for holy dirt
It’s nobody’s land you extroverts
Take it all so personally
Dinosaurs fall eventually
Remember why you’re here
Remember why you fear
The night is to confront
Now who will you become
We are mongrels, blood of all
The same womb as you and every animal
The little men will wage their laws
And weigh the profits on seesaws
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She blossoms under the sun
He was born supremely dumb
Love which always falls in style
She helps him have fun and smile
Watch him fall
She picks him him up
In a plastic cup
A charming boy
But what a wreck
Bless him to death
Creature boy
Everything you touch turns cold
Chasing thrills and your shadow
The parties nearly over bro
A red haired witch rides motorbikes
She humours him, he’s not so bright
Writes in pictures, draws some songs
I hear those voices sing along
Melody and jeers, grandmas threads
Blockhead stories with square eyed friends
You get to know a dog by what it barks at most.
You’ve barked a lot at chainsaws and bed sheet ghosts
Creature boy
Everything you touch turns cold
Chasing thrills and your shadow
The parties nearly over bro
Spooky girl
You’re forgetful when you’re stoned
Oh won’t you get off the phone
He’s turning inside out you know
To my friends, I’m bound and chained
We twist and shed just like a snake
Skip will spin and Skip will wail
Circle round and bite his tail
See there’s this girl, we’ve been through hell
And now that I have broke her spell
She bends in ecstasy to split
A kiss goodbye, the ships come in
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Lola always sings to walt in his sleep
We found a secret room under our crappy house
A room filled with divine trash turned to stars
Blooming bloody spiders on the brain
In my hair, the cupboards and the drains
We danced in that room for many years away
Magick fuzzy warbles, stay in bed all day
Circled so long that I walk straight, sometimes
Blooming bloody spiders on the brain
In my hair, the cupboards and the drains
Burning pretty houses on display
Watch me dangle through the windowpanes
We just need to take some time, we’re so tongue tied
Cancer boy will speak last, noise, magnetic blast
Lola, you skinny mess, miss miserable house arrest
Don’t you want to see the sky
We’ll take you skating down mountain sides
This house might seem spectacular
You creepy crawly tarantula
But are you watching closely lately
The ceiling’s peeling, dripping gravy
When we try to leave, you sing that melody
Back from when we were kids
Say you feel so sick, I cough up all your shit
You’re suffocating me
A girl becomes a crocodile after a while
Lure’s her creature culture to the water with a smile
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Only son abandoned, he was just to wild
Slept under bags at schools and always got in fights
Veronica gave Chris a choice and told him to be brave
He found his way but struggled to communicate
Christopher would ride the 18th through
Pack his bag and find that he has nothing left to lose
The coldest night, the most awful bitter breeze
Arrived Downunder, 2548 by the sea
Chris always felt that there was a twist
He worked the nights in bars and served the drinks to fish
Built a boat-shed sitting by the lake
He hoped his olds would visit but they stayed away
He complained that no-one called or answered him
I see that he wasn’t ripe for listening
Tumbling in his terrifying moods
You better run away he won’t remember you
He spent time with his dog
A German Shepherd pup he called Skip
He’d read him Peter Pan and then dream of Neverland
So he went out and punched on with the captain of the reds
He only fought a mast, his boat was filled with glass
Wasted, sailing round the town, screaming dressed up in rage
Although that Christopher’s adventures hurt him bad
He’d meet a girl and then one June become a dad
A green eyed boy always orchestrating crime
Chris wouldn’t mind because he’s also done some time
Veronica hoped Chris would ditch the pills
That he’d get tired of scrapping and would learn to chill
One day in a fight he pulled a punch
He telephoned his mum, at last he took the plunge
They spoke for hours, trading stories, it got late
She said aren’t you sweet my boy, would you come stay
The softest joy of love inside a soul
Expanding in a sea of love he wished to know
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Wendy, she’s so lovely, playing guitar by a willow in the park
Laughing, waving a dagger at my heart
Pulling mean faces in the dark, so quiet until she screams
And she’s singing, she’s singing loudest
In the forest, climbing upwards
Don’t fall
We try to climb
The most brilliant tree that peers above the clouds
Climb Wendy
High with Wendy
Happy as can be
I keep pushing you away, girl
We dance until she’s everywhere
Then sleep in holloways
We’ve been sharing all our clothes
Travelling round on foot
Always up to no good
She’s one pretty identikit
The boys in blue try to find us, combing over the beaches and towns
But we’re high in the sky, in a tree house we made to jam out
And she’s singing, she's singing loudest
Down the hallways, from the rafters
Don’t fall
We try to climb
The most brilliant tree that peers above the clouds
Climb Wendy
High with Wendy
Happy as can be
I keep pushing you away, girl
We dance until she’s everywhere
Then sleep in holloways
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I hear that you’ve been talking, talking, talking behind my back
I’m hearing what you’re saying but it’s coming from your ass
I give you all my love, but you can’t stand when I play rough
You think you’re fucking cool, but you don’t fool me with your rust
Are you listening?
La la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la blah blah blah blah blah blah
You say i know, i know, i know that you know that I don’t know you, it’s sad, so what am i supposed to do
You wanna be like me
Shut up Bumpy
You’re a sell out dude
Aways make it about you
You wanna dress like me
It’s not easy
Wearing those big boots
Just kick back, enjoy the view
Lola says that he’s been walking round in all my clothes
I see he’s pretty colourful, but can’t keep my tempo
His stories are embarrassing, they give me butterflies
Stumbling and mumbling, hope she’s happy with that guy
You say i know, i know, i know that you know that I don’t know you, it’s sad, so what am i supposed to do
You wanna be like me
Shut up Bumpy
You’re a sell out dude
Always make it about you
You wanna dress like me
It’s not easy
Wearing those big boots
Just kick back, enjoy the view
Are your hands like mine, are your nails like mine, are you weird bro?
Have you found some other planets, are you sick of all the glamour in their snow-globes?
Are you seeking for a feeling that you lost and you hope will show back up?
Do you think you're handcuffed? I think I’m handcuffed
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12. |
Spooky Dunes (Blood II)
05:08
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Wingtip to wingtip you are golden
Used to fly up high
Then you crashed
Swan dived and sank into the ocean
Swam with monsters deep
Below
Tethered heaven down to earth
Rainbow mail for Olgas church
Postman touches down at Uluru
Flying in her ayerplane
Feel so happy anyway
Falling Faster, falling faster
Swim with you under the sea
No worries, don’t trouble me
Seaweed pastures, clear as casper
So much spooky action between the kids
Why so homesick, where did you grow up?
Why dost thou send me violets, my dear?
To make me burn more violent, I fear,
With violets too, violent thou art,
To violate and wound my gentle heart
One for all, nothing and many
Sob everyday, but grinning plenty
All for one, many and nothing
Twin-less twins are always buzzing
While she’s the least part of herself
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Nicest meats blue
Pleased to please two
I’m not your doctor
Just here for the meter fare
Mam, I’ll tell you stories
And the wolf will eat you
I’ve coloured your chart in
A dapper castle yeah
Nasty traps for enemies
Leave one door open
The basements flooding, fills with fire
Sign right here in crayon with a smile
I’m tired of these theme parks
Endless shows and amusement rides
The theatre is filled, and our friends help foot the bills
Still I cash in everyday, die in gory horror plays
You can never ever hide when trapped and tossing in your mind
Payed for tickets, not the fun, then kick and scream for your refunds
Some leave early, some stay late, I dug the party, drank my weight
But I’ll remember all to well our memories on the carousel
Joy is inside, we’ll come to light, when we are still, silent, dumb
Witches of Warboys are here again
I’m sick to death of these odds and ends
My troubled double partners mad
Nostalgic crab, but a fast comrade
He sleeps under a slick staircase
Reads and talks to the fireplace
The boys more loopy than serious
But the big sad wolf means business
I’m tired of these theme parks
Endless shows and amusement rides
The theatre is filled, and our friends help foot the bills
Still I cash in everyday, die in gory horror plays
Image fake, though beauty reels the end of the beginning meal
Illusions always serve us well, then veggies turn and give you hell
You forget, but still know we are all one love and family
I thank you all, this school is sick, though fuck the shows, we gotta split
Joy is inside, we’ll come to light, when we are still, silent, dumb
What you are waiting for, is waiting on you
I just thought there’d be somebody else, some getaway dude
Your ankles jangle round and stomp and stumble breaking loops
You’re the one with pals, I feel like an owl, all who, who, who
Dr magirus’ seething pool will swallow the hollow boy and his boots
Just food for the moon, that mud blood goon who’s angry, frankly, bubbling gloom
Play it out, the last act has come, this creature culture’s sneaking through
You hooked the fish by faithful noose, now close your lips and snatch the goose
I just want to be, here with family, hold their hands and dance, laugh at my expense
I’m checking In, I can’t wait to be nothing
After work I’ll play, gonna go all the way
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