1. |
An Original Thought
03:54
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Shit
Fuck
I fucked it
License to emulate
is all I aspire to
receive in the mail from you
and I hope it comes soon
Any time I have an original thought
my brain starts to dry up of course
but when I continue to say things that sound like you
then everything is true again
My luck is running out
I think I might have to leave my house
and find somewhere to stay
My emptiness is obvious
to anyone who is in my earshot
Anything that comes out of my mouth
is just like puppy food
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2. |
Celebration
03:28
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Every time I see your face
I got a first-class ticket to a special place
but then you go away and I don't like it
When I hear your name it makes my eyes puff up
and I'm crying even though I just woke up
I haven't got any make-up but I look like it
Your voice is like a piano chord
Every word out of your mouth leaves me feeling interested
in what's gonna come next
and I'm excited by it
Your feet they've got ten tiny little toes
Even if they had 0 I would love all of those
and I think that I want to see them every day
I just lost a lot of jobs and I celebrated
because it means I get to see your face (and maybe you naked)
That's what I hope and I think I'll enjoy it
Can't wait to see you again you know
it's very special when we get to bone
and you're more than my friend
You're my lover
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3. |
Happy Ballantine's Day
04:10
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Lick the last few drops
from the day
Aren't you glad the demons
came to stay?
'cause it gives you such a tidy excuse
to rent your room out to the obtuse
and you know what you're gonna do with your day off
Yes you do
Time to celebrate
Happy Ballantine's Day
Happy Ballantine's Day
I hope your good luck all turns great
and if you could stand up
we'd all appreciate it
Take down this number
You might need it after all, you don't even know yourself
Before you and slumber
introduce yourself to yourself
Just remember the softest win
comes from a kid without a chin
and no I don't know what that means but I'm wishing you all the same
a happy Ballantine's day
Happy Ballantine's Day
You know I hope all your good luck turns great
and I hope the pain doesn't leave behind
too much paint
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4. |
Peach Eating Man
04:18
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I'm a peach eating man
I was born in late November
I'm a peach eating man
and I can't hardly remember
a single day that went by without me eating a peach
let not a single day pass by without a peach in reach
That just ain't how I play it Sugar
I'm a peach eating man
You better believe
I got a peach hidden up each of my sleeves
I'm a peach eating man
and I don't like the look of yous
I'm a peach eating man
and you're looking at me
I'm a peach eating man
Don't look at me
C'mon
Get outta here
Ain't nothing for you
Get outta here
sucker
Peaches
I'm a peach eating man
and I don't know my way back home
I got a peach in each hand
and I don't wanna be alone
I'm a peach eating man
and I want another friend
I'm a peach eating man
just looking for the end
No my peach eating days are done
I know I already ate the last one
and I'm here at the bus stop
looking for a chunk of change
I know my peach eating days are behind me
But I can't help but wish I could find me
another little pit of a peach
to suck on once
I know my peaches
are gone
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5. |
Twisted Singer
04:10
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Twisted singer
what are you about?
You want to sing a melody?
Then why do you shout so much
Bitch of a singer
Look at you so proud
You want to whisper in everyone's ear
Then why are you so fucking loud?
You wanted to pass a message
You think it's so important to
Want to pass a message
Who are you passing it to?
Twisted singer
Why are you in a cage?
It's a sin
You're in such a rage
You know everyone's waiting
for you to get your shit together and live
so stop masturbating
and give
Give of yourself
Everyone wants to share
Give of yourself
You might as well
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6. |
Mister Barbar
04:08
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Mister Barbar
Won't you over take my life
Mister Barbar
don't make me ask twice
Mister Barbar
I've been sitting here in your chair
Waiting for the day
you take me by the scruff of my neck
Mister Barbar
try harder
I want you to be my leader
I want you to be my Barry Marder
And I know what you're gonna say to me
You're gonna tell me Stop watching so much TV
Mister Barbar
Don't be vicious with me
Just ask me
What I'm afraid of
and I'll tell you it's love
Mister Barbar
don't treat me so unkind
Mister Barbar
If I was a VCR
Please press rewind
Mister Barbar
Don't tuck me away
No Mister Barbar
Don't keep me in the drawer
with all of your shaving equipment
No I want you to tell me
What to do with my life
Yeah I need you to tell me
Where I'm going wrong
Oh Mister Barbar
Don't make me make up my own mind
I don't know what to do with it
Inside me I'm blind
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7. |
Intermission
01:26
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8. |
Long Division
04:28
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I lost my vision
Have you seen it?
I forgot how to do long division
I guess it's 'cause I'm short sighted
Don't get excited
and if you do try to hide it
'cause it's Friday
Put the good spiders away
Dust off the checkerboard
The rats must be bored
if they've come all the way out here
just for a little piece of cheese
Titch please
You going away
And there's nothing I'd like to say more than
don't let the door hit you on the way out
You shouted at me for the last time
and 18 gallons of wine
couldn't keep me with this feeling
I couldn't drink a thimbleful of you
Tame horses get turned into glue
Pull your socks up
'cause we're all out of ketchup
and there's no mayonnaise
I don't care what he says
There's not any dressing
There's no salad worth suggesting
Unscrew the top however many times you like
There's no point fixing a broken bike
if you can't ride
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9. |
Visitors
05:10
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My friends don't understand
the way I cut my hair
and if they did they wouldn't come around here
My friends
They like to make fun of me and my way of dressing
My friends
hang around after the hours that they confess in
I don't know what they're up to
But I know they keep a light in their room for you
For you
Anyone can tell
You are visiting from Hell
And there's whiskers on your cheek
And there's visitors in your dorm every night of the weekend
And I don't like the look of them
You call them patrons
I call them men
The latest of a long long line
of masturbators
Suiters
Suckers on the vine
I don't like violence
I don't like time
but when you're around
I feel fine
You're inclined to remind me
of the time
that she tied me down
Made me promise I wouldn't tell
Made me cancel my frown appointment
Around the town appointment
Let me down
Let me down
Let me down
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10. |
Tattletale
02:08
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Watched you coming out the house
You had on your feet
You were walking like Mouse
I watched you coming out the house
You slipped right by me
I wished you were inside me
When you murder you are so beautiful
When you go into that world
I feel a hole in my soul
If you like you can come by
I won't tell a soul about the people that died
Your voice is like liquorice
It sticks to my neck
It makes me wish
that I wasn't such a little tattletale
That I hadn't already told everybody where you were last night
and now they're coming for you
I'm sorry baby but they're coming for you
I couldn't let anybody else have you
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11. |
Jagger's Girl
05:00
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Watching the tears fall from your graceless clown-like eyes
So round
So divisive
So charmless
I was moved
Those tears fell through my armours
I wasn't harmless anymore
I felt like I needed to score
as soon as I saw your smile
like the Nile after the rain
Your brain was like a train
I wash my hands of the whole situation
And I thought that my consternation would have put you off
but there you were without a cough
You didn't say anything negative
You would never be that person you said
But I wanted to score when I saw your smile
And in my denial I let you in
You put your finger and your thumb on my chin and you drew me in
A thousand kisses deep
You led me to the garden where I sleep it off
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12. |
My Dreams
03:29
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When you are sleeping
I go creeping
round the neighbourhood
and I'm up to no good
I go walking in the park
I leave little notes for the birds to read
I go sneaking after dark
and I bleed
I bleed
When I return
I burn my thoughts
out with a match
and a little bit of gasoline
and I never say where I've been
No I never
reveal what happens
in my dreams
My dreams
They're just for me
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13. |
Mistress Mary
04:08
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Dragon mouth
You've got the dragon mouth
'cause you've been eating something you shouldn't've been
You suggested making love
But you couldn't even get the glove
And you often accounted for
lost business
by asking for more
That's where it went
No one even knows what you mean
when you ask How your garden grows
It's just too damn obnoxious of you to think
anyone else would get it
And they pretend
Then you are offended when they don't ask you back
Whenever they do your eyes turn black
You wanted to believe
you could succeed
With anyone else's ideas
In your head
But you know what was the result
Tears
And not yours
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14. |
What Happens Next
04:26
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15. |
Emerald River Dance
03:20
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Emerald river dance with such velvety grace
to the rhythm of the Earth
And every beat reveals magic pathways of light
where each seeker finds rebirth
Listen to the bleating absence of sound
and you will hear what is
And you will hear what is
And you will hear what is
And Nature ever favors softness
like grass growing gently through cement
And softness often thrives where brutality lies
in a shroud of Death's foul scent
Listen to the bleating absence of sound
and you will hear what is
And you will hear what is
And you will hear what is
It seems like everyone's so afraid of emotion
'cause they can't bear the pain
But the deeper sorrow carves in the heart of your being
the more joy you can contain
Listen to the bleating absence of sound
and you will hear what is
And you will hear what is
And you will hear what is
And you will hear what is...
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Deftera Athens, Greece
A Weekly Music Diary.
Deftera is an improv project by Chris Scott and Giorgos Athanasiou. Every Monday evening we meet for 3
hours to express the week's feelings through improvised songs. We then select our favourites to release the following Monday.
Chris plays guitar and sings.
Giorgos plays the drums and sometimes guitar.
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