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Lines On The Table
01:56
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I would say twer I able
just what all this means
lines on the table
and threadbare at the seams
nothing's gonna make much sense
so nothing holds the key
and its turning on me
we're just words thrown together to make up a rhyme
spoken together, meagre syllables in time
some day we may get washed away in a moment of distress
lost to tape's magnet hiss
up deedle dum deedle dum dum
up tweedle-dee
up tweedle dum dum
squash the little guy for me
and take some time with the cheshire cat
tho don't know what that means
mind's come loose at the seams
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2. |
The Blue Courting Song
01:08
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The blue courting song
I'm hoping that you'll select me
my policy's a dance and song
and I could preen myself more carefully
still I'm hoping that you'll pick the one
who promises not anything
The blue courting song
I'm hoping that you'll select me
Am I the sole contender in
your own election '93?
I'm hoping that you'll pick the one
to promise you not anything
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3. |
Brand New Morning
01:55
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Brand new morning
brand new morning
first day I've ever seen the world call
call out to me and at my feet fall
oh ah ho!
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4. |
Buckets of Rain
03:57
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Out of your heart fell an ocean of mud
all bleeding hearts run out of blood
there's dew drops in the air
some red some clear
and some of it moisture
from all your tears
crying buckets of rain in Spain
with your mind in a clamp
and your soul in the ground
your stifled tongue can make no sound
ambitions do abound
some vain some sound
but most of them dreams under which I’ve drowned
in a bucket of rain in Spain
she sells sea shells on a seesaw
pains in Spain
but the shells that she sells are full of algal gloom
shells, the sea and a silvery moon
selling buckets of rain in Spain
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5. |
Slightly Out Of Tune
03:31
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What
what would you think
think if I sang
sang out of tune
tune would you stand
stand up and walk
walk out on me
lend
lend me your ears
ears and I'll sing
sing you a song
song and I'll try
try not to sing
sing out of key
I get by slightly out of tune
Night
night slew my sight
sight won't you shed
shed me some light
light might I bend
bend me your ears
ears if I may
tho
tho what I say
say will not be
be what I mean
well you can read between my lines now anyway
I get by slightly out of tune
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6. |
Uni Verse
03:32
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our lives are like stars adrift in the lonely universe
some shine out
and some fall
some abide by physics laws and others try to find
their own paths
self-willed
I'm spun out about you
I'm caught in your orbit's thrall
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7. |
Jazzy Instr Ditty
01:35
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8. |
The Sadness
03:01
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The sadness bears me down
I ride its back reluctantly
its eyes are shiny river-weed green
we're falling thru a black void endlessly
the sadness isn't bad
it has no malice of itself
but its navigated by
a wily black demon of ill-repute (even in black-demon land)
who wears a soot-hued suit and cap
and taunts the sadness with a fire brand
I ride its back forever down
as its headlight eyes light nothing up
their emerald beams drown in the dark
as pain dies, doused in poison's cup
destiny's map shows only black
there's no way back into town
and with a stoic grace that's almost kind
this sadness bears me down
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10. |
Three Head Man
03:39
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11. |
You Knew...
01:41
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14. |
Medley
04:15
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15. |
There's a Gap
02:47
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16. |
Bathtub
01:55
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Leaves are dripping from the trees
they fall like fish in empty seas
somebody pulled the plug on my bathtub
guess it was me
tunes i make all seemingly
submit their notes to gravity
yeah even when they seem to go up
they go down
and it feels like I've been stuck with a pin
to a street map of this town
but then too much navel gazing
is bound to bring you down
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17. |
Call of the Wretched
02:34
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Babe you're in disguise
so what more can I do?
wont let me see far inside of you
dreams that i have got
I aint told no-one yet
so I better keep chasing them down and not forget
let free spirits reign
tho mine stay locked in chains
now I've found new ways to look at things
found some magic sounds
to show you I intone
a sound used for calling lost souls from their vacancy zone
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18. |
Bittersweet
02:17
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takes me back
with a back-hand slap
to the time I wrote the notes you hear now
assembled them in patterns somehow
while I fried
in my own juices of bitterness
and a hate so deep its hard to explain
how all I could let out
was such a sweet and sickening refrain
looking back I see
I finally took the tack of
"follow your heart"
that or "hold your breath"
but at the time
every breath was hesitant and measured
Oh, GO AWAY!
feeling less than half-of-complete
when any joy was forced and effete
feeling like the ghost of a sheet in a storm
of how your mind space was all choked up
by the clutter of lies that you weren't
not deep down inside
once the skin-on-your-hide was unlearnt
GO AWAY!
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In our heads are Russian dolls
their painted faces hide the mould behind them
all rotting in their smiles
wish they'd disappear
I wanna meet the one deep down
who says "I don't know if I can ever win"
and free whatever hides behind its skin
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22. |
Did you take time?
00:48
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23. |
Disunified Being
03:59
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Don't ever ask me why now
don't question how or why now
never believe in a damn thing I'm saying
a broken mirror does
more to reflect my true state
which is one of dis-unified being now...
(these words make no difference to what's true
see in mirror eyes stare back at you)
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24. |
Closet Song
02:26
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here I go
hiding in the closet again
with my cracked guitar
my box of 4-track tricks
why is it oh so hard to grow?
in closets we mutate deform and
oh! ....what do I see?
only dark, coat-hangers and me
there's a wanker hiding in a wardrobe
and he's staining all the clothes
if that sounds sordid well it aint
its his wardrobe
not your abode
what do I see?
(No lions or witches
just dark, coat hangers and me)
should be out there building life with actions
instead of channelling all my angst
straight back into me
punk rock inverted to become:
closet rock where people hide and flee
oh! what do I see?....
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Lyrics were written for this "song" but vocals somehow not included in the actual music mix:
It's a stoned thought that don't hold water
that your past's just a figment to fry
from the light of these foggy quarters
tell me where do your memories lie?
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Donald McPherson New Zealand
Donald is a home recording artist who is on the one hand an improvising acoustic guitarist, on the other a songwriter.
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