bokonon
07-24-2004, 04:13 PM
:rolleyes: Haven't shared any songs with you guys, figured it was maybe about time. Arts and Crafts seemed the best place for writing too. This is something I wrote in a nightclub last April, the first verse is the only event that actually happened, I don't know Che, and there was no tripping of the arseholes!
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Sober and tired face
Plucked out the room
Hanging on a drunk's waist
A big guy pulling stupid faces
Hold up, a lace is loose
I'd hate to think of the fall
She's too far away to get attention
It's drawn in by some spaced-out gentleman
And who is this before me, why it's Che from Mexico
Asking for some rope
He plans to trip up all the arseholes
April's a great month
Folk spring in the spring so it seems
Despite the awful music playing
It's great to see a bunch-a people swaying
Roars of laughter
Twenty people on the floor
Smiles are beaming I feel dreamy
Turns are spinning out toward the clearing
We're split apart as the fists start flying
And who is this before me, why it's Che from Mexico
With a bloody nose
He plans to celebrate the mass upheaval
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This one came out of listening to too much Syd Barrett and Skip Spence!
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What was that you said to me
Last week?
Seemed pretty important now you're
Starting to weep
What was that you said when I was
Still locked away?
Why should I watch
What I say?
This building of a satire wont cure
Anything at all
You're far too involved now
It'll all fall apart
And I'm a little worried 'bout this
Sudden change of heart
A whole new wardrobe
And a new nervous laugh
You keep on turning away (x4)
I thought you wanted some privacy
What's all these dates about?
Don't want to spoil your plans there
But I can't stop thinking about
When did it all get so hectic?
When did it all start to crack?
When did I move my TV here?
When was the window smashed?
And why you running away?
Why you running away?
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Sober and tired face
Plucked out the room
Hanging on a drunk's waist
A big guy pulling stupid faces
Hold up, a lace is loose
I'd hate to think of the fall
She's too far away to get attention
It's drawn in by some spaced-out gentleman
And who is this before me, why it's Che from Mexico
Asking for some rope
He plans to trip up all the arseholes
April's a great month
Folk spring in the spring so it seems
Despite the awful music playing
It's great to see a bunch-a people swaying
Roars of laughter
Twenty people on the floor
Smiles are beaming I feel dreamy
Turns are spinning out toward the clearing
We're split apart as the fists start flying
And who is this before me, why it's Che from Mexico
With a bloody nose
He plans to celebrate the mass upheaval
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This one came out of listening to too much Syd Barrett and Skip Spence!
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What was that you said to me
Last week?
Seemed pretty important now you're
Starting to weep
What was that you said when I was
Still locked away?
Why should I watch
What I say?
This building of a satire wont cure
Anything at all
You're far too involved now
It'll all fall apart
And I'm a little worried 'bout this
Sudden change of heart
A whole new wardrobe
And a new nervous laugh
You keep on turning away (x4)
I thought you wanted some privacy
What's all these dates about?
Don't want to spoil your plans there
But I can't stop thinking about
When did it all get so hectic?
When did it all start to crack?
When did I move my TV here?
When was the window smashed?
And why you running away?
Why you running away?
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