1. |
Sheena Had A Nosebleed
03:54
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Sheena,
You’re living above the pavement,
There’s your sister you didn’t know,
Crying gently on a waiter’s shoulder,
Get a haircut at the local shop,
Where no one knows she’s pregnant,
Sergeant of the local police,
Locked away the baby’s maker.
Sheena gets home from work,
Lifting her head from the table,
Things that I used to do quite well,
Now I’m just not able.
Sheena comes along so fast,
She knows that nothing in this life will really last,
That’s something I could learn.
There’s something going down my face,
Something red that leaves a trace,
I wonder how it got there,
And what it is if it is there.
Sheena
Had a nosebleed
When she looked into the mirror
Sheena
Had a nosebleed
When she looked into the mirror
Sheena tells her sister at night,
When she’s in a dream,
Come on over sister, sister that’s nice,
I’ve got baked goods and things.
Bring your partner, we’ll laugh a lot,
We’ll talk and play games at the table.
The kids will play around our feet and scream,
They’ll be acting strange but stable.
There’s something going down my face,
Something red that leaves a trace,
I wonder how it got there,
And what it is if it is there.
Sheena
Had a nosebleed
When she looked into the mirror
Sheena
Had a nosebleed
When she looked into the mirror
Sheena
Had a nosebleed
When she looked into the mirror
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2. |
Harpo
02:53
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Just say no,
The penis sigh is the fainting of
Every time the body conduit
Laughs ‘till they go to snoring glory,
Did I wake up in Dallas? I guess so.
While the bed will stop me knowing,
How would I just stop the night from coming in?
Though the bed is full of loving,
There is no God up here,
Then there is no cloud of fear.
Anyone who’s thinking at all
Otherwise
Will not be feeling it all
Tremble
To a hair when I start it’s true.
There’s a mouth that calms and wakes,
There is a sound that stays…
Oh little hole,
Why can’t you be in this part?
The stares and all the frowning start again.
Oh little hole,
Can’t have you being this cold.
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3. |
Eddie's Gone To Tel Aviv
03:34
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Eddie is so entertaining,
Doing what he loves the best,
And now she’s calling out his name,
And clawing at his hairy chest.
Watch little Eddie’s rigid hips,
As he heaves his tongue along his lips,
And Sheena smiled because she knew,
That’s just about all that they’ll do,
Then watch him chew his sleeve,
When she’s saying she’ll call you.
Eddie’s gone to Tel Aviv.
Well then he bought a ticket for the aeroplane,
Feeling sure that’s the cure for my distress,
And what’s the cure for labour pains,
Well then she left me feeling quite under dressed,
And it’s a shame you’re going through what your mother’s been through,
Keep out what’s out and keep in what’s in you.
And it’s a shame you’re going through what your mother’s been through,
Keep out what’s out and keep in what’s in you,
And Sheena smiled because she knew,
That’s just about all that she’ll do,
Oh nurse I can hardly breathe,
But I will see it through.
Eddie’s gone to Tel Aviv.
I saw them flapping on the bed,
I saw him laying down his hands upon her greedy head.
So then I ran through the open bedroom door,
And cry why do you do to him the thing I’m waiting for?
Eddie’s gone to Tel Aviv,
And good council says that the air is sweeter,
But there’s nothing else so dangerous.
Her unripe belly strained,
Her guts are tightly pressed,
And the frills of these fragile things are frayed,
Like the crackle of an ornate dress,
While the baby’s kicking.
While the baby’s kicking up a fuss,
Just barely squandered from the dust,
Life hardly belongs to us,
Sheena thinks and lightly blew,
The dust from her sleeve,
Where you wandering to?
Eddie’s gone to Tel Aviv.
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There’s a man with a telephone,
Getting undressed in a bedroom.
The lights are off but he’s on his own,
No one can see him wonder.
There’s a girl with a nightdress on,
Getting off on nothing,
Sees a long and bad world now,
Tell her something happy.
There’s a child nothing a do,
Standing up in town.
Dreams of a love that cannot go,
Thinks he’s in the wrong town.
Sheena had a nosebleed,
When she looked into the mirror.
There’s something going down my face,
Something red, leaves a trace,
I wonder how it got there,
Or what it is if it is there.
I’m the man with the telephone,
Standing at the bottom with the black shoes on,
Won’t you join in and dream with me,
We could be swimming off down the Nile,
Where flamingos used to swim,
Like goldfish in the spring,
Dipped their heads below the waves,
Took their wigs off, dried them in the sun,
For the amusement of everyone,
The birds were singing in the trees,
The air was frozen and unfrozen,
It was pleasing it was fresh because of the season,
And the grass had grown starchy and sweet,
And felt like little sugar dumplings under my feet,
Where the ice begins to thaw, where the cat begins to roar,
I see an angel in your eyes, not that I am surprised.
And if I was a man alone,
Crying in a bottle for my telephone,
Oh someone, I don’t care who, just be,
At the other end of the line.
There’s a future for people like you and me,
Who feel there’s nothing coming.
The streets and cars and houses shrink,
At last I can see my fingers.
There’s nothing more to fear.
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5. |
Goldfish In The Spring
01:56
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