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Beat Up Bus
02:33
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Happy birthday to you
I've taken a shit on your car
I've done a piss on your door
And thrown some milk on your bus
Happy birthday to you
You did nothing bad to me
I took it too personally
Being ignored at school
Happy birthday to you
I want to burn down the school
And the people in there
Well I don’t have a care
Happy birthday to me
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to them
Happy birthday to you
I hope your minibus stinks
I hope you’re sad when you think
I’ve done a shit on your car
And thrown some milk on your bus
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2. |
Get This Man A Beer
03:59
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Charter me something, even a bike
but get me away from here
Buy me some transport and spend what you like
Just get me away from here
Somebody take me away
Take me away
I'm shaking, I’m breaking
Get me outta here
Build me a coffin and measure me now
Or get me away from here
I know I'm not ready to end it somehow
So get me away from here
Somebody take me away
Take me away
I'm shaking, I’m breaking
Get me outta here
Why don't you Take me away, take me away
I'm shaking, I’m breaking
Get this man a beer
A mental disaster, a physical wreck
Get me away from here
The glamorous life is a pain in the neck
So get me away from here
Somebody Take me away, take me away
I'm shaking, I’m breaking
Get me outta here
Why don't you Take me away, take me away
I'm shaking, I’m breaking
Get this man a beer
Why don't you Take me away, take me away
I'm shaking, I’m breaking
Get this man a beer
Build me a coffin and measure me now
Or get me away from here
I know I'm not ready to end it somehow
So get me away from here
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1386
Ancient Machinist
Astronomical Clock
Sphericus Monstrat Glob
Bishop’s palace fake swan in Wells
Tick tock Tick tock Time and Bells
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Excaliburns
04:59
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I made a pact with Merlin, this is flesh and blood
Pull out the sword from the rock and let Merlin be your friend
Fight and be brave and push back against the darkness ‘til the end
If your kingdom recedes send your knights to do good deeds overseas
Search for the grail if you fail then sweet Albion descents
Stab evil Mordred with Excalibur today
Stab evil Mordred with Excalibur today
Might won’t make right only love faith and honour shall prevail
Now silver castle it shines as the knights consume their ale
If Queen Guinevere fears or sheds tears let the jousting persevere
Pilgrims set sail lets crusade for the glory of the grail
Stab evil Mordred with Excalibur today
Stab evil Mordred with Excalibur today
Stab evil Mordred with Excalibur today
Stab evil Mordred with Excalibur today
Go on a quest be the best on a mission for the king
Serving the patriarch privileged to conquer anything
If the round table feels like a social club please tighten your bow strings
Chalice reward for the Lord leads to blossoming of Spring
Stab evil Mordred with Excalibur today
Stab evil Mordred with Excalibur today
Stab evil Mordred with Excalibur today
Stab evil Mordred with Excalibur today
Stab evil Mordred with Excalibur today
Stab evil Mordred with Excalibur today
Stab evil Mordred with Excalibur today
Stab evil Mordred with Excalibur today
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5. |
Oh Dear, Nightmare
04:31
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Now the first day that I met you
I was looking in the sky
When the sun turned all a blur
And the thunderclouds rolled by
The sea began to shiver
And the wind began to moan
It must've been a sign for me
To leave you alone
Then I walked into a nightmare
And I couldn't find a pathway to go home
You never said you love me
And I don't believe you can
'Cause I saw you in a dream
And you were with another man
His face was warped and melting
And demonically inflamed
Then I saw it was a mirror
Tell me who am I to blame?
Cause I walked into a nightmare
And I couldn't find a pathway to go home
Now the world is sad and burning
There's asbestos in my heart
My eyes are red and stinging
As it's time for us to part
Sorrow grips my voice as I stand here all alone
And let the night time take away
Sensations we have known
Cause I walked into a nightmare
And I couldn't find a pathway to go home
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6. |
Ballad of Cromagneon
02:33
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[Verse 1]
In the cro-magnium land, prehistoric times begin
When the first homo-erectus became Europeans
With a flute and a spear and when cave paintings appeared
Caught a bison for supper homo-sapiens all cheer
[Chorus]
Cave man-Chromagnium
Furry, woolly toes
Cave man-Chromagnium
Really happy being left alone
[Verse 2]
Now, these nice cro-magniums they're a peace-loving folk
They’re the nicest cave dwellers that you can invoke
They don't like to travel far away from home
They are good hunter gatherers that’s why they roam
[Verse 3]
But This brave civilisation had to go
On a big adventure to the caves below
When the ice-age it devastated all they’d known
Homo-sapiens appeared and survived the snow
[Chorus]
Cave man- Chromagnium
Furry, woolly toes
Cave man- Chromagnium
Really happy being left alone
[Bridge]
Well they fought with the mammoths
and battled the cold
Constructed a flute
then slowly evolved
They were chased by wolves
Lost in the forest
Hunted and gathered all the bison hooves
[Chorus]
Cave man-Chromagnium
Really happy being left alone
[Solo]
[Verse 4]
So carve a big fat mama sitting in your cave
Fight the sabre tooth tiger cause you’re strong and brave
Before the discovery of silver and gold
Puffin’ on a peace pipe in your campfire hole
[Chorus]
Cave man- Chromagnium
Furry, woolly toes
Cave man-Chromagnium
Really happy being left alone
Cave man- Chromagnium
Furry, woolly toes
Cave man-Chromagnium
Really happy being left alone
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1484
Don’t inhale the spores
Astronomical Clock
Wear your habit smock
Exeter Exeter Exit Extend
Tick tock Tick tock Time dead end
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8. |
The Wind Cries Big AL
04:27
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In the past it was a struggle
Comradery solved that trouble
Order emerged from the muddle
Sinking in a deep rhythmic puddle
It just doesn’t matter anymore
When will I recover
I’ve lost my Status brothers
Replaced I’ve been screwed over
By a revolving door of others
Worked so hard and careful
Until powder became unhelpful
Trapped and feeling fearful
This country music sound is an earful
It just doesn’t matter anymore
When will I recover
I’ve lost my Status brothers
Replaced I’ve been screwed over
By a revolving door of others
And the wind cries Big AL
The wind cries Big AL
And the wind cries Big AL
And the wind cries Big AL
My retirement’s been a blessing
The requirement has been no more messing
Now Parfitt has gone addressing
Rehabilitation of Quo no more stressing
It just doesn’t matter anymore
When will I recover
I’ve lost my Status brothers
Replaced I’ve been screwed over
By a revolving door of others
The wind cries Big AL
The wind cries Big AL
The wind cries Big AL
The wind cries Big AL
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9. |
Big Bird's Cloaca
04:08
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So intense
(will you) Take offence
(as I) Rub against
Big Bird’s cloaca
Feathers unkempt
Wings dispense
Winds immense
Big Bird’s cloaca
Beak and claw
Flying sea to shore
It tempts me more this
Big Bird’s cloaca
Yellow cloak
For Playful folk, I
Shall provoke this
Big Bird’s Cloaca
Share the fruits of the orifice we fetishise
Big Bird’s cloaca is right there between those thighs
Tail feathers
Cease never
In this house for birds
Big Bird’s Cloaca
Eggs incubate
While I masturbate
On your feathered plate
Big Bird’s Cloaca
Let me sing
To your eagle wings
Ting a ling
Big Bird’s Cloaca
Dance for me
You Large canary
W A C
Wet Ass Cloaca
Share the fruits of the orifice we fetishise
Big Bird’s cloaca is right there between those thighs
(Face ripping solo)
Migrate your Flock
Fondle my peacock
Flightless shock
Big Bird’s Cloaca
Getting near as I
Roost right here
Let me interfere with
Big Bird’s Cloaca
So impressed
By Your exposed chest
It’s a Welcome Nest your
Big Bird’s Cloaca
Bird watching
Jizz flocking
Hearing you clucking
Big Bird’s Cloaca
Share the fruits of the orifice we fetishise
Big Bird’s cloaca is right there between those thighs
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10. |
The Priest's Perm
03:53
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Felt so sweet in my deathbed
Until I was raised from the dead
Our glory days passed, nostalgia did last
But the reaper did tread
Reanimated my corpse
And they restrung my bass of course
My perm was entwined, bride of Frankenstein
Like a pampered horse
The priest's perm a cut from above
The priest's perm made with heavenly love
Steve Priest's reprieve
Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay
To mould my locks into curls this way?
Phantasm of man, stretched out as I am
This unholy day
A pale student of unhallowed arts
Constructed me from found parts
Without consent, I am now hellbent
On devouring their heart
The priest's perm a cut from above
The priest's perm made with heavenly love
I lay on my belly she rubbed in petroleum jelly
Her hand felt so good
Lie on my back, nearly blowing my stack oh, I wish she would
Surrender the sweets
What she does with her feet
She satisfies and her pocket don't lie
Then she waved her goodbye
The priest's perm a cut from above
The priest's perm made with heavenly love
Steve Priest's reprieve
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1930 now
Organise your plough
Astronomical Clock
Child adult crone deadlock
Lier Zimmer Clock tower hammer gun
Tick tock Tick tock moon and sun
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12. |
Frantic Four Justice
04:41
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Rossi isn’t real Quo you all know
Frantic four justice Is what’s owed
So Fuck off Francis Rossi and go home
Frantic four justice Is what’s owed
Fuck off Francis Rossi and go home
From nineteen forty nine until the 21st
Century's 21st year
For the maker of everything that made Quo good
Alan Lancaster shed tears
Listen to his hard hot heavy bass attack
And prepare to be impressed
When the Quo reincarnation broke up in way back
Twenty fourteen you were rightly vexed
Fuck off Francis Rossi and go home
Genuine Quo fans won’t be taken in
By the fake franchise that tours
Fronted by Frances Rossi and a gathering of freaks
inauthentic to the core
When the press interviewed this poisoned venom snake
After Lancaster had died
Failed to say how the Rossi fronted spectacle had broke
His old friends now destroyed by his lies
Fuck off Francis Rossi and go home
Frantic four justice is what’s owed
Rossi doesn't know what Status Quo meant
To Lancaster Coughlan and fans
He should have the dignity and decency to say
His songs don’t represent his former band
Fuck off Francis Rossi and go home
Frantic four justice is what’s owed
As the Spectres and Traffic Jam fade into the past
And Spud’s Quo prepare to retire
Throw the last 30 years of records in a bin
And incinerate them with fire
Don’t pretend this watered down pastiche of a band
Can be described as Status Quo
Frantic four will never be duplicated now
They’re a weak and feeble afterglow
Fuck off Francis Rossi and go home
Frantic four justice is what’s owed
Frances stole the branding but he’ll never steal the show
In a business sense he won
But the theft of everything Big Al stood for
Should besmirch his name from now on
Rossi isn’t real Quo you all know
Frantic four justice is what’s owed
Fuck off Francis Rossi and go home
Frantic four justice is what’s owed
Fuck off Francis Rossi and go home
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The Tit Mice Bristol, UK
The Tit Mice were an improvisational collective formed in Bristol on new years day 2013. Their intention was just to play music. However, upon attempting to do this they realised the resulting masterpieces were so powerful and moving they could either save the world or plunge civilisation into a new dark age. The latter happened. They continue to make rubbish music as an unstructured collective. ... more
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