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Shrewberry feels
03:10
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Coconuts banging through an English rain
Though they think they're riding, they are walking with food on the hill
Swearing French men throw cows above the walls
Quest for a sup from a wooden cup while the minstrel gently weeps
And the witch is burning
As a duck she’s weighting
Sheltered in Anthrax, tempted to come-a-lot
Among starving pretty virgins, one recall him all things must pass
Birdwatcher soldier firmly objects the king
That a fruit could hardly migrate but a swallow can work it out
And the witch is burning
As a duck she’s weighting
In a newt she's turning
And the bloody rabbit
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You are close to police, you are close to justice
Many doctors and priests populate your dreams
Still no one sees the seed that grows behind the tree
Smoking the demon weed, you're a broken reed
Hey brother, they walk and think you sleep with the flowers
And then you say woohoo, But all they do is turning away from you
Between flowing waters, the church and the power
You always stick to your own fertilizer
Your bark's getting harder as the roots go deeper
In the concrete under the smelly heather
Hey brother, they walk and think you sleep with the flowers
And then you say woohoo, But all they do is turning away from you
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One two two
04:22
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They learned life with the French army, in a BMC
There they fired iron and metal of Adam’s arsenal
They spent time within candies boxes and buffalo parks
But after all oh so many years as girls for soldiers
They were the queens of the One Two Two
From two to five in the One Two Two
In Provence Street, people kept coming, drinking and eating
Beef in string, caviar, champagnes, behind white curtains
Privateer had wooden mermaids, bath for Prince of Wales
They came for English redingotes and what the girls got
So were the games at the One Two Two
High society played in the One Two Two
Concerns stayed out of the One Two Two
Vice squad was nice to the One Two Two
This was the one place riches went to take a nap from one to two
Money they owned allowed them to choose the room they got onto
In 41, Germans came through and were welcomed more they ought to
Damage was done, none they could do, shame on the place like a tattoo
Then a woman, so eager to forget her past she wouldn’t look to
She closed the 1, she shut the 2’s, switched off the lights of the 1-2-2
Now everything’s quiet in the One Two Two
Leather still smells in the One Two Two
Dead skins piled up at the One Two Two
A Venus in furs killed the One Two Two
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Roman times
03:21
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I want to catch you soul, see your face wherever I roam
Oh those candid eyes carmine lips for an angel smile
Dressed as a queen
Crown made of hair
Saint in silk, I’m your prayer
Down from your marble stone, dark eyes and your smelly foam
With those lips you hide your age and I forgot mine
Cos’ you were just an illegal girl
One I could watch but couldn’t touch
Our frolics were illegal, girl
And my thrill a little too much
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Deadly fish
04:51
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You’ve been eating meat for the past six months, need a little change
Burgers, skewers, steaks and bones, this diet had to end
Then you see on Discovery that there were many different fishes in the sea
But not a dime in your pocket, time to point a fake gun in a sushi planet
That was your mistake
You faced reluctant sushimen grabbing sticks like knifes
You left the place, a gilthead in the hand but they made you pay the price
You ended dead with a blade in the back, bleeding on the road
Your white flesh lies now in the dark for a piece of trout
You should have known before you’re gone that many people die with a fishbone in a throat
You fail to rob, you ain’t no mob and that’s too late now your heart won’t ever throb
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Ousted client blues
02:59
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Bloody cat, you’re refusing my pat?
Throwing away as I'm throwing you money
But you're just a girl, a girl who walks;
Don't even know how to talk, at least not the language I speak.
So be quiet, little girl, be hot, lie down and shut your beak.
Come on! Think you have a choice?
I am banging the door of your building
Answer my call, and take my gold,
Open your home, don’t be so cold.
Why are you neglecting my bid?
Yes I'm sick little girl but I'll make you rich and pleased!
I have never been rejected
My silver bought all I needed
I had girls brighter than your pearl
Take of your leather
Open little girl
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Bottoms line
04:49
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Just before the stage I don't know their age
Chicks are jumpin on the beat of this sound
Red-head, blonde, brunette with a cigarette
Blowin with their lips a shake of the hips
They dançe in the room to forget their gloom
Choreography, girls in exctasy
Suddenly they kneel and God I feel I die
We don't react and we stay quiet, shut down the light
In the night, enjoy the sight and don't distract this bottoms line
Kind of artistic but never dramatic, postmodern ballet, the play is offset
Though the actresses ain't professionals, as real as nature, you got the picture
We are directors, we are spectators, this show is so loud, no one else allowed
It's such an art piece, son't your finger reach the line
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You are experienced
03:44
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Pain and abundance
03:49
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Feel my skin while you pinch my chin
You're a pin, it shivers down my spin
You’re so big and I’m so thin
I’m so nice and you’re so mean
Why should it be a sin to be keen on love and leatherin’?
That ain't love, that ain’t hate
No, no, no, no, no, no
A pleasure I would never get alone
Fat, whipped cream, puny, cocked as a carabin
Discipline, in bondage we are akin
I yell at you my flabby bumpkin
You scream but there’s no morphin
And when the pain is comin’ you jerk off your haemoglobin
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This is not...
00:43
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... a pipe girl
07:45
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Seems you're made up of argyle, but you're not that fragile
I like to blow right into you to see you smoke like I do
Cos' you are my pipe girl, oh I can make your chambers burn
With hair on fire, I'm sure we can get much higher
Legs like stems of leather. Don't cool down your embers
I take your bit to my lips, hold on firmly to your grip
Cos' you are my pipe girl, oh I can make your chamber burns
With hair on fire, I'm sure we can get much higher
So sweet and sour, your tobacco is such a pleasure for my soul
I'll hang on it forever
Are you still my pipe girl? Will I make your chambers burn
Will your hair be on fire? Will we get much higher?
Will your light the dark coals of my desire?
Don't let them into ashes, don't let me without a fire
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Leland Palmer Paris, France
est. since 2007
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