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Mola Mola
02:56
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Sunfish, Moonfish
Ancient satellite dish
Grinding Millstone, toppling wheel
Sunfish, Moonfish
Basking at the surface
A silver discus, throwing shapes
Mola, Mola
Watch out for the killer
Whales, sealions and sharks
There's nothing new under the sun
And the old are hunted for fun
You're not the only one
There's nothing new under the sun
Mola, Mola
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2. |
Creation Burns
03:03
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Creation burns, burns and scorches
Pursues me with flaming torches
Like a posse, bold and righteous
Bent upon my destruction
I'm a woken rainbow serpent
Tickling frogs until they laugh
And in their laughter they cough up water
And water flows forth life itself
I made a world from severed limbs
The very ground was muscle and skin
The clouds were brains, the sky a skull
But still the people were somewhat dull
Both incomplete and unfinished
Like fucked up golems but not quite men
So I cut mouths onto their faces
And I cut assholes way down there
Indigestion made me vomit
Vomit up both sun and moon
Projectile vomiting stars upon high
The world is sick and so am I
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3. |
Nairobi
03:15
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The songs they sing in Beijing
Don't mean anything in Nairobi
In Nairobi
The words they say in Mandalay
Don't sound the same anyway in Nairobi
In Nairobi
Climbing rhyming ladders to the moon
I moonwalk every rung
Dropping either a hammer or a feather
With every note that's sung
You can't trust footprints in the dust
Made in comet debris
The ravings of lunatics or seas of tranquility
Portal Peaks, Champagne Castles, Mountains of the Moon
Chilalo, Kilimanjaro, and Mt.Cameroon
Filfo, Kosso Amba, Weshema and Hey
Kidis Yared and Mawenzi, Kibo and Woti
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4. |
Yellowhammer
02:51
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Each day you bring me little dead birds
Mice or voles without heads
Now all of my cupboard doors are covered in bloodstains
And all of my floors they are smeared red
I know it's a sign of your love for me
And by now you should know I love you
But for the love of god please I don't want anymore
Entrails under my shoes
One morning you bought me a yellowhammer
And I became one of god's nails
It was as yet unharmed, but screeching and screaming
So I took the tiger by the tail
I took her outside, kept guard beside her
And stunned she sat there beside me
Until the yellowhammer came to her senses
And headed for the nearest tree
I think I must have offended you in some way
When I did what I did
You disappeared for 2 night and 2 days
And returned home to me with 4 kids
Now it's raining cats, it's raining kittens
It's raining in my head
It's raining, it's pouring, it's bucketing down
With all creatures great, small and dead
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5. |
Grasshoppers
01:30
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6. |
Mountainside
03:16
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Coming down the mountainside, it is getting dark
The tiny, distant houselights look like fire or sparks
Like warning beacons that are only lit in times of great danger
Like each little home is burning, and the gathering strangers
The dark rain clouds are in fact the smoke
From a fire that consumes everything whether fixed or broke
Down I go through cooled lava flows, down to meet my doom
Picking a twilight shining path, along the way of tombs
Tombs of creatures whose funeral pyres, smoke, up and curl
Encircle the natural yet still refrain from calling it a world
My world is changing, and I am changing too
When the world comes for me, I will be born anew
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7. |
Portuguese Man O' War
02:46
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We are a Portuguese man o war
More twists and turns than a rifle bore
Whoever heard of a Siphonophore
We are a Portuguese man o war
Before the age of discovery
Winds, tides and currents set us free
Bluebottles floating, bladder and sails
Vasco de Gama's tentacle trails
Faraway Lisbon, upon dry land
Colonial forts, castles of sand
Schooner and barque, brigantine, sloop
A galleon becalmed in primordial soup
Polyps of pain, stoning the peach
Weeds of the sea, storming the beach
Blooming, mushrooming, corps of marines
Algorithims of a shipwrecked dream
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8. |
Fly Agaric Fly
02:07
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Fly Agaric Fly Agaric Fly
Trip the switch, disconnect the supply
Fly Agaric Fly Agaric Fly
Trip the switch, disconnect the supply
Off the rails, back on track
Transport inbetween the cracks
Where sleepers scream
Spores and fruiting bodies
It's a steal, it's a steal
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9. |
Copper Beeches
02:26
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Copper Beeches in November
Red handed wrongdoings remember
Nothing of the rites of Spring
Copper Beeches in Midwinter
Giants crack apart and splinter
Beneath tiny flakes of snow
And so I sing
Of branch and limb
Copper Beeches in April
Stick to what they know, a kestrel
Hovering over the field
Old wounds are healed
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10. |
Mad Dogs
02:43
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Englishmen, mad dogs and me
Go out in the midday sun, madmen are we
Englishmen, mad dogs and me
Go out in the midday sun, madmen are we
Englishmen, mad dogs and me
Shopkeepers and swarms of bees
Englishmen, mad dogs and me
Follow the channel out to sea
Englishmen in foreign lands
Brought to our knees, walking on hands
English dogs, madmen are we
Writing ourselves out of history
Englishmen, mad dogs and me
Out in the midday sun are we
Englishmen, mad dogs and me
Out in the midday sun are we
Union Jack, Union Jill
Union rolling down the hill
Englishmen, mad dogs and me
Out in the midday sun are we
Englishmen, mad dogs and me
Follow the channel out to sea
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11. |
Monkey Jar
01:50
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I searched near, and I searched far
Until I found a monkey jar
Now I thank my lucky stars
That I own a monkey jar
I give praise to Sun god Ra
For sending me this monkey jar
Direct from his private spa
Of precious, divine monkey jars
Ma, ma, ma monkey
Monkey jar
I don't care who you are
The best thing is a monkey jar
You can keep your fancy cars
I'd rather have a monkey jar
Oligarchs and Russian Tsars
They all love their monkey jars
Space monkeys in Quasars
Spaceships full of monkey jars
Ma, ma, ma monkey
Monkey Jar
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12. |
Why Knot
03:00
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Would you choose an alpine butterfly
Or are you a Versatackle kind of guy
Are you a tom's fool, or a mathew walker
Alexander polynomical or a constrictor
What of the wall and crown, what of the reef
What of the water, what of the grief
Would you whipping or manrope befriend
Would you swap a pruzik for a zeppelin bend
Would you tie a tautline or a bowline on a ship
Would you make a stopper, would you make a slip
Why o why o, why o why o
Why are there so many knots
Bights and bitter ends for holes and pots
Why o why o, why o why o
Why are there so many knots
Why do you ask me
Why not
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