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Moonlight Broil
03:28
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Moonlight, moonlight finds you sleeping
Lazy evening time has come
Dream on, my little one
Ball and chain
Timeless air
Oh oh oh oh oh
Lullaby
Hummin, crickets seem to whisper
Sleep tight / ‘til tomorrow comes
Carefree, my little one
Summer, fireflies are blinkin’
Tired hours rolling by
Good night, my little one
Skull alone
Fun house door
Oh oh oh oh oh
Lullaby
Sandman, sandman will come calling
Take you to the clouds above
Drift off, my little one
Tilt-a-whirl / Ghostly chill
Oh oh oh oh / Lullaby
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2. |
Big Steam
02:48
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3. |
Full Fathom Five
03:18
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4. |
Bucket
02:27
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5. |
Digest
02:44
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The needle bounced
Across the phonograph
Freed from its course
In the spiral track
Distant rumbling
In the ground below
Foundations crumbling
Way down there so
Better sleep lightly, liebchen
Take up the lantern
And we’ll go
Sirens whistle
‘Neath the yallow moon
The singer’s rasp
The drums, the mandolin
Head down, Ringo
Past the iron gate
Cemetery
Maple silver
Draw your coat up tightly
Gypsies will come to drive us
Here we go
Tourist bus arrives
In Menlo Park
Fours of sleep a night
That’s all he needs
Top starts spinning
And the needle skips
Congratulations
Bass is rumbling
Merry were all the muses
The tapes are rolling
Ready, go
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6. |
California
03:04
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A fish of bones
The fortunate prey
Let your hand tell you
Let your hand tell you
I know we will go
To the hole in the day
To celebrate
An occasion
We’ll have a fish
and a butter fried apple
Repeat verse
John’s in love with you
So let your hand tell you
So let your hand tell you
Good enough, good enough, good enough, good enough
Repeat verse
John’s in love with you
So let your hand tell you
So let your hand tell you
What is this text but something to play with.
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7. |
Tofu Golfcourse
03:22
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Some fathers live in filthy old cabins
High in the mountains
And make murderous noises
Deep in their throats
When their amazingly sharp ears detect
On the floor of the valley
An alien step
(from The Dead Father by Donald Barthelme)
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8. |
Take the Local
02:26
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9. |
Hepsy Brown
03:51
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Pinwheel
02:37
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We’d have such a fantastic time at the fair
If you’d come on along
We’ll all be waiting
Sitting there anticipating
Keeping an eye open
When the monorail comes passing by
There will be a corkscrew slide
And all the way down
You can hold the pinwheel we’ll buy
We’re flying high
You say you don’t want to go
To the fair
You just want to stay home
If a carnival sunset and a cotton candy moon
Won’t entice you
To stay all afternoon
Whatever will?
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11. |
Pickle Barrel
03:33
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Just 24 hours from the vine to the brine
But you gotta let ‘em soak for a long, long time
Oh the well made pickle
Is a taste sublime
Well reach into that barrel wide
Grab one of them pickles floatin’ inside
Yeah, it’ll be sour
But oh so fine, fine fine
There’s a rod in pickle for you my son
Spared not spoiled you’ll become
Life may have its salty sting
But a pickle is enough
To make me sing
Took a tumble into the brine
Like the pickle, I’ll last a long time
Pickle barrel, pickle barrel, pickle barrel, pickle barrel
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12. |
Dinah Shore
03:24
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That’s a lotta beer
Outside it’s cold
Up ahead the film they’re showing
Is old Dinah Shore
Well, hold on Dinah
Don’t let go
Hold on, hold on
You’ll wind up poor
Wind up poor
Like Dinah Shore
No more ticker tape snow
She had to blow her own horn
Her clothes were kind of loose around her
Take the road to Surrey
Bring a parasol
If your head aches in the cold wind
Find the door
Hold on Surrey
And don’t let go
Hold on, hold on
You’ll ruin the floor
Ruin the floor
Girl next door
That’s Amore
Was playing on the radio
She picked up that box
And threw it to the street below
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13. |
Tin Roof
04:29
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Tin roof, a whinin' wind
Placard with the smoker's grin
Rustle of the palm fronds
All along, all along
Overturned the blue canoe
Weather is a memory
Against the stone meal is ground
Sizzling fat, dry blood brown
Round about the vendors cry
Chicken, pork, a yellow sky
Waves above the road stone wall
Running tune that is the Fall
Night ends like this, a dream of soup stirring
Night ends like this, not with souls burning
Night ends like this
The great weakness was the silence in the face of the lie
The powerful are as glorious as the fruit that lies under the tree
Market stall the beans laid out
Thirsty seeds for this amount
Umber fingers sweating count
All along, all along
Severed joints, bone pile scrap
Swarming flies, a thunderclap
Dust will rise before the rain
Wooden room in standing cane
To know the world beyond these fields
Heat and shade, another stripe
Conch shell pink and gold and white
Singing still of tropic light
Night ends like this, a dream of soup stirring
Night ends like this, not with souls burning
Night ends like this
The great stillness bids them linger by the turn in the lane
The powerless are as numerous as the pools left by the storm
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