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Little Finch
03:10
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Little Finch
Written by Seamus Anthony Ennis
Police cars,
Screaming down Goodwood Road.
Albert and Agatha the ducks,
Messing up the back yard.
The sun is hot,
And the sky is blue.
I'm not wearing any shoes,
'Cos I don't have to.
Oh - this is beautiful.
Oh - this is alright.
Oh - this is beautiful.
Oh - this is alright.
You've gone,
To some art gallery,
And I'm just sitting in the backyard,
Waitin' on a friend.
I can see,
A little finch in a tree,
And this would be the perfect time,
For everything to end.
Oh - this is beautiful.
Oh - this is alright.
Oh - this is beautiful.
Oh - this is alright.
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Her Blood Was Red
02:17
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Her Blood Was Red
By Seamus Anthony Ennis
I know that I'm never gonna see her again.
It's funny,
how things can turn out in the end.
My honey,
Her skin was white; it looked so sweet.
I had to taste her.
She tasted a bit like chicken meat.
I had to waste her.
And I don't think that I'm ever gonna get any sleep,
Holed up here on Fitzroy Street,
In St Kilda.
And my body is sticking to the sheets,
And I can't stand the noise and the heat.
And I killed her.
Her blood was warm,
Her blood was sweet,
And when she bled she stained the sheets.
When I killed her.
I pace around my cheap hotel room.
I have a cigarette.
I can't believe that I sent her to an early doom.
I can't forget.
And I don't think that I'm ever gonna get any sleep,
Holed up here on Fitzroy Street,
In St Kilda.
Her blood was warm,
Her blood was sweet,
And when she bled she stained the sheets.
When I killed her.
I killed her,
I killed her,
Now I'm hiding out in St Kilda.
Now I'm on the run from the law,
Waiting for the cops to come and break down my door.
I killed her,
I killed her,
Now I'm hiding out in St Kilda.
I can't tell you why my girlfriend's dead,
All that I know is that her blood was red.
Her blood was red.
Her blood was red.
Her blood was red.
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Something Strange
04:13
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Something Strange
By Seamus Anthony Ennis
Open the window open the door,
The sun is shining like it's never shone before.
Don't do your hair,
Don't do your face,
'Cos looks will get you nowhere, babe,
In outer space.
And heaven knows that's what we're spinning in.
Come and walk with me down on the beach.
I'll be your banana, baby,
And you can be my peach.
And I don't think that you should go to work,
Give it a miss,
Stay home and shirk,
'Cos heaven knows you've gotta stop spinning 'round.
And what if one day something strange should come along?
What if all your well-laid plans should all go wrong?
Yes what if something weird should come along:
Like a robot dinosaur,
(Sent by God, sent by God)
Come to kick in your front door?
(Sent by God, sent by God)
Like a UFO's laser-beam,
(Sent by God, sent by God)
Come to infiltrate your dreams?
(Sent by God, sent by God)
Come on now baby let's by a van,
Dump all of this household shit,
And just drive around this land.
And if that van should happen to break down,
We'll just hitchhike to the next town,
And heaven knows our wheels will keep spinning 'round...
'Cos what if one day something strange should come along?
What if all your well-laid plans should all go wrong?
Yeah I hope that what if something weird does come along:
Like a robot dinosaur,
(Sent by God, sent by God)
Come to love you - and then love you some more?
(Sent by God, sent by God)
Like a UFO's laser-beam,
(Sent by God, sent by God)
Come to heal you in your sleep?
(Sent by God, sent by God)
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Heavy Thing
04:16
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Heavy Thing
By Seamus Anthony Ennis
Oh why,
Is this planet such a heavy thing?
It weighs down heavily now,
On my poor, old, aching soul.
Oh why,
Is this melody such a heavy thing to sing?
It is way heavier now,
Than any rock n' roll song.
Oh come on over baby,
C'mon up and save me.
Give me wet kiss,
On my dry lips.
Oh come on hit me runnin',
C'mon stick your tongue in.
Give me a wet kiss,
On my dry lips.
Oh why,
Is this planet such a bad design?
It kicks me in the ribs,
And leaves me whimpering on my knees.
Oh why,
Is this planet such a heavy scene?
It takes people like you,
And leaves them at mercy of people,
Bad people like me?
Oh come on over baby,
C'mon up and save me.
Give me wet kiss,
On my dry lips.
Oh come on hit me runnin',
C'mon stick your tongue in.
Give me a wet kiss,
On my dry lips.
Oh wet kiss,
On my dry lips.
Oh it's better than a crucifix,
Better than bad time.
Oh wet lips,
Kissy-kiss-kiss.
Oh it's better than lighting a candle,
And putting it on the window-sill,
And watching that flame dance,
Like a lover...
Like you never will...
Oh heavy, heavy thing.
It's a really, truly, heavy thing.
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Yo-Yo Man
03:35
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Souped-Up Future Gland
02:48
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Souped Up Future Gland
By Seamus Anthony Ennis
Boy,
You are the man,
So don't you be a cooped-up moocher,
Your souped-up future gland,
It's right there in your hand.
So put it to good use now wontcha?
You want to, dontcha?
It was great relief.
Great to see something happening.
Great to see those saints come marching in.
Uh-huh, Oh yeah.
I heard their catastrophic din,
And I put my hand up: "Count me in!"
You gotta love that warm, sweet stench of sin.
Uh-huh, Oh yeah.
And so it comes round,
That freak circus strolls into town.
Better lock up your daughters,
And your little boys,
Cos we got all the toys,
And we're makin' all the noise,
And we're gonna get 'em high tonight.
Yeah, we're gonna get high.
As high as a kite.
So come on big man,
What's your master plan?
Better do something with yourself boy...
Ah, c'mon...
I know you wanna get it on...
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Winklebury
By Seamus Anthony Ennis
There's a place called Winklebury,
There's a place called Winklebury,
I have spent many Christmas times there.
I have spent many Christmas times there.
At this place called Winklebury.
There is a place called Winklebury.
I used to get to watch colour TV there.
I used to get to watch colour TV there.
That's why I bought myself a trampoline and I,
I did a double-somersault up into the sky.
I told my friend call Madeline "Goodbye,
I'm going to spend a little recreational time,
Down at Ben and Caroline's."
There's a place called Winklebury,
There's a place called Winklebury,
That cocker-spaniel called Fagan,
He used to get out.
That cocker-spaniel called Fagan,
He used to get out.
There's a place called Winklebury,
There's a place called Winklebury,
I used to have to chase him right on down to the creek.
I used to have to chase him right on down to the creek.
That's why I bought myself a trampoline and I,
I did a double-somersault up into the sky.
I told my friend call Madeline "Goodbye,
I'm going to spend a little recreational time,
Down at Ben and Caroline's."
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