1. |
Carlo's
03:38
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Imagine if the person you loved turned into a dinosaur and their lips amalgamated in slippery slippery slugs. What would you do?
My lover is a crocodile
She bathes in liquid soup
And when it's time for her to come
She does a loop-de-loop
My lover could be married to a rainy Monday night
But I won't let her dwindle in soggy candlelight
Chicken soup
For the soul
Chicken soup
For the soul
Chicken soup
For the soul
And if you don't know
Ask Paul
My lover is a chicken!
She occupies my brain
My lover made a birthday cake
Out of lettuce and grain
Chicken soup
For the soul
Chicken soup
For the soul
Chicken soup
For the soul
And if you don't know
Ask Paul
My lover, in turn, loves pizza
She only makes the best
So when I stop to nibble her wings
I always lick her breast
Chicken soup
For the soul
Chicken soup
For the soul
Chicken soup
For the soul
And if you don't know
Ask Paul
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2. |
Arron
03:30
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A prolonged getaway
I haven't masturbated in four days
Maturity on that pillow
My head gets hard to swallow
When it's everyday
I need a holiday
My guy looks different
My guy looks down
Words that unstick his eyes
It's nice to be back
Where I've already taken a step back
And get to hear what they say
I need a getaway
Like swimming in the sea
Where you'll smell
The morning coffee
And wake
To the tune in your head
Taste the week
With the end
No one's fighting you can surrender
A place to walk a different way
I want to get away
Suncream your kids before you give the dog the snip
What's life like without me?
This island with random roadside swings
Talk to me stop my headache
I want a getaway
I want a getaway
I want to getaway
I want a getaway
I need a holiday
I want to getaway
Misery aches
Stresses in the body
There's something at my throat
Oh, baby it's hard
when half your skin's on the back seat
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3. |
Bog [prelude]
01:42
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4. |
Bog
03:48
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bog
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5. |
Cowlick
03:33
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Tourists asking tourists asking tourists...
Armed traffic wardens woe
As his misfire hits a head banging pigeon
The winged rat is now a little bit pregnant
Driving instructor tells old sailor's tale
Of broccoli madness
Says his ship has veg
Old punks
New punks
Soup with soggy bread chunks
Pidge grows up to become friends with obese beige men
And a speckled grey hen
Flightless in denial
Spiteless, loves camomile
My words pander
With the riding style of Mikel Landa
Shoe-horned wooden truths
Worn out trusty shoes
Driving instructor retells old wives tale of cauliflower madness
I've got a cowlick
You wouldn't get it
I got a cowlick
The peat bog is on fire
Flooded with avian desire
Colossal sized
On his day
He will get his way
Since the anchors fell away
Slept on the mould that grows in between your toes
Your neighbour's mowing his lawn
On Wednesday he wants to wash his car
But on Wednesday
It's gonna rain
So he's gonna have to do it again and again...
Old punks
I got a cowlick
Soup with soggy bread chunks
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