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1. |
Die, Genrah, Die
02:57
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1.
The flowers at the grave side
In crinkled plastic raincoats
Polluting for millennia
Conspiring with the headstones
Chorus.
They say "Die, Genrah, Die, Genrah, Die, Genrah, Die"
Say "Die, Genrah, Die, Genrah, Die"
"Die, Genrah, Die, Genrah, Die, Genrah, Die"
Say "Die, Genrah, Die, Genrah, Die"
2.
The fallen leaves all join in
A catabolic chorus
Impending freedom calling
Through the rotted flora
Chorus.
"Die, Genrah, Die, Genrah, Die, Genrah, Die"
Say "Die, Genrah, Die, Genrah, Die"
"Die, Genrah, Die, Genrah, Die, Genrah, Die"
Say "Die, Genrah, Die, Genrah, Die"
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2. |
Feeling Most Peculiar
02:08
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1.
The dogs are tweeting in the garden
And the birds are barking at the doorbell, inside
The postman dropping crystal d'arques through the letterbox and the prismatic memories make me want to run and hide.
Chorus.
I am feeling most peculiar
This dizzy spell is spectacular
2.
The mice sneeze slugs in the zoo enclosure
And the rats are full of beg your pardons
The tigers tie their trunks in forget me knots
And the elephants are preying on the carrion death bots
Chorus.
I am feeling most peculiar
The fever slowly pulls me under
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3. |
Fuck You, Inner Critic
02:34
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1.
Internal monologue
Said I wasn't good enough
It's been the case
Since I was crawling through the gooey stuff
40 years of listening
To the voices in my head
Sitting, ruminating
With my resting bitch face
Chorus.
Fuck you, inner critic!
Fuck you, inner critic!
Fuck you, inner critic!
Fuck you, inner critic
Fuck you, inner critic!
Fuck you, inner critic!
Fuck you, inner critic!
Fuck you, inner critic
2.
External hard drive
Retains all the info
For when my operating system
Goes down
When up against the wall
It reminds me of the negatives
Cause we all love reliving the negatives
Chorus.
Fuck you, inner critic!
Fuck you, inner critic!
Fuck you, inner critic!
Fuck you, inner critic
Fuck you, inner critic!
(You're so enticing)
Fuck you, inner critic!
(And so addictive)
Fuck you, inner critic!
(So inviting)
Fuck you, inner critic!
(But so destructive)
Fuck you, inner critic!
(You're so enticing)
Fuck you, inner critic!
(And so addictive)
Fuck you, inner critic!
(So inviting)
Fuck you, inner critic!
(But so destructive)
3.
The critic tried to call me up
In two thousand and seventeen
And three years later
She's still on hold...
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4. |
Soup Du Jour
02:21
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1.
High Dive into the bowl
Splash amongst the vegetables and lumps of coal
Oxtail loofahs and pool noodle chicken bits
Make the soup of the...
Chorus.
Soup of the day
Soup of the day
2.
Swim with passion
Through the red tomato sea
Just move with purpose
Navigate the bits of cut up bodies
Like jagged rocks in the ocean
And rub in the rancid lotion
Gotta have a nice sun tan
To compliment your...
Chorus.
Soup of the day
Soup of the day
Soup of the day
Soup of the day
Bridge.
Mixed herbs and a pinch of Himalayan pink salt
Add the necessary tang to combat the tartness of the onion
Chorus.
Soup of the day
(It's lovely)
Soup of the day
(So lovely)
Soup of the day
(Swimmy swimmy)
Soup of the day
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5. |
Give Me Privilege
00:43
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Give me privilege
Or riviledge, or even iviledge
Or how about viledge?
If you're not feeling saucy enough, I'll even take iledge
No?
Then what about ledge or edge or dge?
I can't go any less than that
There won't be any syllables left!
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6. |
Simon
02:37
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1.
I've been Waiting in this Room
For your second album
Nigh on twenty two years
With every passing day
The likeliness fades
Don't think it's ever coming out
Chorus.
Simon, please
Stop playing silly buggers, and
Bring us your new
Music for music lovers
2.
There are many who care
And I'm one who'll be there
Front of the queue on day of release
With Scott Miller, Abby B, and several others
If you ever decide to finish your masterpiece
Chorus.
Simon, please
Stop playing silly buggers
Bring us your new
Music for music lovers
Bridge.
Where there is hope
It Never Gets Dark
But it's like searching for Melville's whale in the back of my car
No bootlegs, just snippets from our Mister Benbow
We want to hear the whole sordid tale, so...
Show us, some more of, that genius
Chorus.
Simon please, stop playing silly buggers
Otherwise you'll have to keep suffering this rubbish
And we don't want that now, do we!
Chorus.
Simon, please
Stop playing silly buggers
Bring us your new
Music for music lovers
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7. |
Graveyard Stew
03:26
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1.
Gravestones, heavy tomes
Talk of milquetoast
Masters, in the best light
Even the gangsters
Get epitaphs sanitized
Chorus.
Graveyard Stew
We dig up the bones
Marinade the meat
In a puddle of feculence
Graveyard Stew
Abate this hunger
Barbecue the niceties
And lose your innocence
2.
Hoist up the flag, with a
Rust squeak wrench
Wrapped in barbed wire
We are the dead
So we don't feel a thing
Chorus.
Graveyard Stew
We dig up the bones
Marinade the meat
In a puddle of feculence
Graveyard Stew
Abate this hunger
Barbecue the niceties
And lose your innocence
3.
Come join the cult of the
Multi level pyramid
The only stipulation
Is that you're dead or dying
Or at least willing
Chorus.
Graveyard Stew
We dig up the bones
Marinade the meat
In a puddle of feculence
Graveyard Stew
Abate this hunger
Barbecue the niceties
And lose your innocence
4.
White rabbit, Charlie Babbit
Standing in the rain
Man, I'd kill for a new coat
My old one is providing warmth with blue hot flames
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8. |
He Was A Sociopath
01:44
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1.
Lies and deceit were default behaviours
As were superficial charm and manipulation
He stole my best distortion pedal
Needless to say, he's not my friend anymore
He was a sociopath x4
2.
Came over June twenty seventeen
Wore a presidential mask that didn't fit
He got a girl pregnant
For the residency benefits
Left her with trust issues and a screwed up kid
He was a sociopath x4
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1.
I love what she does
But I don't think she likes me very much
I still buy her music
I like the chords that she chooses
But her vibe comes across like she wouldn't appreciate a cwtch
2.
I'm not really sure
But I have an inkling why
She doesn't like me very much
I still communicate with her ex partner
I don't think she likes the fact that we're still in touch
Bridge.
The pinched nerve doesn't easily forgive
We inch away in increments
The measurements are increasing by the day
Outro.
I can take the bruises
I still listen to your music
You're perplexing and elusive
But I still listen to your music
I can take the bruises
I still listen to your music
You're perplexing and elusive
But I still listen to your music
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10. |
The Unreliable Narrator
02:22
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1.
Everything I've told you thus far
Is a Jibber jabberwocky tralala lala
But I'll continue to steer the car
For unreliable narration is my jar.
Chorus.
I have stitched a tale out of thin hair
Connecting follicle to tip to rip to tear
Two mirrors facing tell the whole
Story of what used to be up above and down below and over there
2.
I wrote and hid a true confession
to be discovered and read posthumously
I hope that you've learned a lesson
About trust and liability
Chorus.
I have stitched a tale out of thin hair
Connecting follicle to tip to rip to tear
Two mirrors facing tell the whole
Story of what used to be up above and down below and over there
Bridge.
I penned a script that failed to ignite
The passion of the audience that night
So I burned it in the flame of bare faced turgid apathy
And I filed it in the category called 'shite'..
Chorus.
I have stitched a tale out of thin hair
Connecting follicle to tip to rip to tear
Two mirrors facing tell the whole
Story of what used to be up above and down below and over there
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11. |
Who La Hoop?
02:00
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1.
Prehensile tongue ties cherry stalk
Then spits profanity
We can talk about clarity
All day long but you won't understand.
Chorus.
Who la hoop
Spin on the perch
Stir the soup
A rotary work
Of art
2.
Beaky nose divines the water
Punctuates the air with
Full stops and myopic exclamations
You should have gone to specsavers
Chorus.
Who la hoop
A flailing perch
Hook and loop
To stick your shoelace heart back together again
Who la hoop
Who la hoop
Who la hoop
Who la hoop
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12. |
I'm Seven In Three
01:56
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1.
I'm seven in three
Oh what does it mean
The twos and the fours
Are making me nause
Chorus.
It doesn't matter what it means
'Cause life is just a dream
2.
I'm eight into four
And the rot at the core
Spins six and a nine
Into a dream
Chorus.
It doesn't matter what it means
'Cause life is just a dream
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Pete Murphy Birmingham, UK
Pete Murphy, UK songwriter. I make unpopular music in numerous styles... everything recorded, performed, mixed, and mastered by me in a tiny corner of the lounge in my house. Avant pop, experimental, electronic, techno, solo jazzy piano, techno jazz, rock, musicals, sound art, comedy, and more... ... more
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