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Though you'll dance with the devil's daughter
soon you'll meet the father
choice words he will have for you
You're a son of the circus but your talent's aside
it's a cringe and wither when you meet him in the eye
And speaking of the devil, what a fine fellow
I was absolutely wasted
on one drop that I tasted
of the bottle he put out for me
Now I spend my time with a crew of ghosts
I've never met before
Sailing across this yellow moon
In a haunted canoe
Dog had a kitty and a kitty had a pup
Hey old lady is the rhubarb up?
Well it's too dark for working but it's too light to quit
C'mon boys, let's go and get lit
And speaking of the devil, what a fine fellow
I was absolutely wasted
on one drop that I tasted
of the bottle he put out for me
Now I spend my time with a crew of ghosts
I never met before
Sailing across this yellow moon
and Midnight's door
Midnight's door, Midnight's door....
Hear ye, Hear ye
Have you heard the news?
The town crier
has got the blues
Weeping widows salt the earth with many tears
The wail of a thousand banshees
tears through the air
and speaking of the devil, what a fine fellow
I was absolutely wasted
on one drop that I tasted
Of the bottle he put out for me
I spend my time with a crew of ghosts
I've never met before
Sailing across this yellow moon
In a haunted canoe
Though you'll dance with the devil's daughter
Soon you'll meet the father
Choice words he will have for you
Speaking of the devil, what a fine fellow
I was absolutely wasted
on one drop that I tasted
From the bottle he put out for me
I spend my time with a crew of ghosts
I don't even know
Sailing across this yellow moon
In a haunted canoe
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Funky Satellite
Comet trailing across the sky
Caught the tail end of the evening news
Cutting across a still night sky
Ball of ice makes the anchor comment "ooh"
"Well wasn't that nice, next time around we'll be nothing but dust
Well wasn't that nice"
Funky Satellite, Funky Satellite
Morning star set upon horizon
Squinted eye made to comment on
Holding steady in the rising blue
Ball of vapour makes the siamese wonder too
That's a funny star, wonder how much space is left between us? That's a funny star...
Funky Satellite, spinning on a solo go round
Funky Satellite, happy hunting grounds
Funky Satellite
Funky Satellite spinning return to sender
Trail of dust through the night, been here and been there
Comet racing into sight, slow burn satellite
Caught the edge of the world and pulled us skyward
Caught the edge of the world and bowled us over
Funky Satellite
Comet bracing, then waves bye-bye
Just missed the edges of earth, no stops along the way
Between the blue and the harvest moon
That ball of fire left our chance for night and day
Could we live right on such a pock marked subservient
Could we live right
Funky Satellite, spinning on a solo go round
Funky Satellite, happy hunting grounds
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Amanda Gaw - Restless
03:26
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When you feel this way
My mind gets
Dangerous
Easy prey
A strange strain
Remedied right
Keep to the fringe
For the getaway
The editing
Joints and beams
How can we stop
What we've built up
I don't want to have anything
I want
Wide webs
Dark shore
Full seasons in a row
And waiting on more
Another pressure rise
Burning up & blowing out
We'll all go down
Woke restless
Somewhat suspended
We'll all go down
Things I despise I've
Come to like
But I'm so
Separate
Just a little luck
Start a destruct
Go forward back
To the brightness
Bardos
Whiteouts
Shaking the dial
For steady stations
I don't want to have anything
I want
The full scheme
Build-up
Five lives in a row
And waiting on more
Another pressure rise
Burning up & blowing out
We'll all go down
Woke restless
Somewhat suspended
We'll all go down
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Barn - Gin
04:16
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Gin
Is it the same to wake up
Is it the same to sleep
Isn't that real life
Quick decisions in a dream
Could not get in the zone
Could not establish a beat
isn't that a moment in life
a feeling of defeat
Where did all that time go
Is the world in a faster spin
waking up in the dark
with decisions that make me cringe
I am living, I am breathing
perfect amount of gin
I am living, I am breathing
perfect amount of gin
tip it over, ready to fall right in
Recounting our sins as golden
Considering tomorrow has passed
Waking with a grin
With decisions that make me cringe
The nightmare of escaping
When you're stuck in the quicksand, running in mud
And you've got to be fast
And you're telling your feet to spin, spin, spin
I am living, I am breathing
perfect amount of gin
I am living, I am breathing
perfect amount of gin
I am living, I am breathing
perfect amount of gin
oh tip it over and fall right in
tip it over, ready to fall right in
tip it over, ready to fall right in
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and I feel I don’t fear the worst
just question last, and action first
I know I don’t have much time
but you enlightened minds can never die
late nights, fall asleep
wake up and all the colour disappears
go downtown, more of those damn lights
keep it fake and keep it simple and keep it quiet, ya
and i feel I don’t fear the worst
it’s just question last, action first
and I know I don’t have much time
but you enlightened minds can never die
make up but don’t make friends
just find your fight and torture ’til the end
so where are you, you’re our guiding light
we’ve just lost imagination, and we’re not trying anymore
and i feel I don’t fear the worst
it’s just question last, and action first
and I know I don’t have much time
but you enlightened minds can never…
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In the beginning, in the beginning
there was a bolt of lightning
across the heavens so they say
and while you stood there staring, that bolt of lightning
that struck you down before me
That bolt of lightning that struck you down before me
It struck you down
Now I walk through the valley of the damned
and I will raise my hand when I walk
Through the valley of the damned
Here comes the next one, always a next one
You stare at the reflection
of a reflection so they say
Listen in the distance, the second coming
with every sound of thunder
the second coming with every sound of thunder
now every sound of thunder
Makes you walk through the valley of the damned
and I will raise my hand when I walk
Through the valley of the damned
and I will raise my hand when it comes my way
and I will bite the hand when it comes my way
and i will bite the hand, I will fight my way
I will feel the same
I still feel the same
we all feel the same
and I still feel the same as I did in the beginning
When I walked through the valley of the damned
and I will raise my hand when I walk
Through the valley of the damned
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I'd do anything instead
Than wake up and face it
I laid in this bed
I don't want to make it
Oh you've got to know by now
We're under the clouds
Seems every drop of rain
Fell where I was leaning
I'd hear anything instead
Than really what you're meaning
When I got light in the head
I fell where I was leaning
Oh when I got so very tired
I thought the time was cheating
Oh when I got so very tired
Fell asleep and I was dreaming of you
Not ready for letting go
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If you have faith in god
tell me now
all that secret talk
tell me now
all those major brands
you can forget all their names
financial blue
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Well it started with a crack in that little chicken shack
Just like that old barn I'm falling apart
I hold myself together, even in stormy weather
Board upon board upon board
though the wind she flows
from the north i know
that old chicken shack will stand and stand
so it started with a crack in that little chicken shack
just like that old barn i'm falling apart
Coyote out there scratching, sniffing at the door
Coyote out there howling at the door
But the gun's got the bullet and the bullet's got the pain
That coyote don't come around again
So it started with a crack in that little chicken shack
Just like that old barn I'm falling apart
But I hold myself together, even in stormy weather
Board upon board upon board
Fever gets a runnin', runnin' in the wood
Fever gets a runnin' in the wood
But the fire's got the cure and the cure is for sure
Now that fever's gone, gone for good
It started with a crack in that little chicken shack
Just like that old barn I'm falling apart
But I hold myself together, even in stormy weather
Board upon board upon board
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