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(I'm a) Dirty Insomniac
05:14
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The Siren
06:35
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Lolling in their meadow,
Around them heaps of corpses,
Rags of skin shriveling on their bones,
And she smells the water's edge,
The blood of a harpie's fame.
Shark to her art, a siren apart.
We smell a plague lulling this town
You're plucking out my feathers to make yourself a crown.
And she's no doubt a carrier,
Larynx all tense like a harp,
Pulls the right heartstrings, reels you in forever after.
Don't lose yourself
Don't lose
Tied to the mast.
Beware her song, it won't last past her.
She will age like a cave and her voice will crack,
In rage she will drown and before too long
We'll sing
CHORUS
[Odysseus]
[Plug your ears up with beeswax, we'll kill her tonight]
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3. |
Dear Mikelangelo
03:17
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Take the pills from a twitching girl's knapsack,
Steal the sniffs from a bus driver's nose,
Snap the fingers of a young virtuoso
And plant them in the ground to grow.
Hold the hips of a boy you've been chasing,
Chase his lips the entire way home,
Never stop and ask for directions
Cos remember you're always alone.
CHORUS
Whisper to me your innermost secrets,
Whisper to me what you want for Christmas,
I'll die both your arms to the head of my bed,
Just remember you're never alone.
In my formative years I killed sparrows -
Never won me too many friends -
Of an evening I'd suck out the marrow
And bury their dry skeletons.
Now with a bag of bones on my shoulders,
My feet'll take me deep into death
And in the morning they'll find me a-floatin'
All lost to the seas in their depth
CHORUS
But the carnival goes on all the same (Going nowhere)
So it was, and so it will remain (Without warning)
We churn on like an olden day steam train (End your mourning)
And burn on like a moth to the flame.
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My Good Eye!
05:51
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Was it the cancer or the cure that killed the smoker,
And who's the judge in this revolting murder case?
Am I a liar or a joker if I cheat in friendly poker,
Or if I told you you're too special to replace?
Is it a crime to spend a night gently weeping?
Am I a criminal for gouging out my eyes?
And did you ever care to ask
"Where is the pride in which you bask?"
I would tell you, my darling, it's inside
And we sing
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Men Who Drip with Germs Newcastle, Australia
a bunch of clowns who got together between 2005 and 2011 to have quite a bit of fun. based in Newcastle,
Australia.
members past & present:
Sokratis - guitar, melodica, vox
Umberto - bass guitar, vox
Gunta - clarinet, tin whistle
Citrus - electric guitar, vox
Randy Pan - accordion, oboe, cor anglais
Timbale Esq. - drums, vox
Amaryllis - violin
Senor Tequila - cello
Sordino - trombone
... more
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