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All I want to do is come back to the shack,
where we drank wine and ate a lamb rack
All I want to do is come back, not to attack,
but all this shit I see now gives me cataracts
All I want to do is come back to your 30 cats,
and egg whites, and black caps, and all that canoe crap.
Yes see, I want to come back,
but if you’ll take my bag, you’ll see it’s fake
and YES I’M BACK.
Oh yes it’s tonight, oh yes it’s tonight, oh yes it’s tonight,
Oh yes you’ll be mine, you’ll be mine, you’ll be mine.
IT’S A HEART ATTACK
Oh yes you’ll be mine etc.
SEX MACHINE GUN
Yes, it seems I’m coming back cus out the doors the jock,
and he’s out with my thot so
I’m trying really hard to come back, but it’s really hard
and I’m hard, and I’ve had enough to kill a bison.
All I want to do is come back from this cardiac,
there’s still a lot of things I need to see, I need to read, I need to be,
I need to leave, a honey bee, seinfield season 3, shrek the movie,
yeah I gotta be with you!
Oh yes tonight, oh yes it’s tonight, oh yes it’s tonight,
But I ain’t feelin’ fine, I’ve had so much wine etc
GET ME A FUCKING AMBULANCE
I’ve had so much wine etc.
SEX MACHINE GUN
I would die for you tonight
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Beauty Princess
04:04
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I saw a photo of a girl who had wandered right out of my dreams,
I find her my BEAUTY PRINCESS
You see it in her eyes, where they move like waves,
out to the blue in her lovely gaze.
She’s like a star in the seas,
The one that I’ll call my BEAUTY PRINCESS
Through her motions we’re down to the river,
flowing unlawfully, my mother would shiver.
Maybe the time that she leaves, I can stare in the sky
and see her picture.
CHORUS:
Who said you’ve got to have met her?
Who said it’s only social media?
Cus I’ll smack anyone who gets between me, myself and my BEAUTY PRINCESS
You’re brighter than the stars or the suns in the sky,
You’re greener than a flock of toads floating by.
Well, why would you ever not consider me, when you’d consider a drop out?
Sleeeeazy.
I’m so sweet your teeth will be bleedin’
Who’s nicer me or “me”, the guy you’re misleading?
Now girl behave you can’t block a man who’s got nothing but free time on hand.
In an internet freedom, I find you my BEAUTY PRINCESS
CHORUS
Now girl I’m sorry you’re feeling sad (I’M BLOODY SCARED NOT SAD)
I just wanted those pictures you had
cus you’re my BEAUTY PRINCESS.
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Real Talk
02:06
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Runner, runner run out your door.
Your face needs to be seen some more,
like my face in the dark or out of plain view
I’m a footlocker of mistakes, full of influence I go towards her,
but her sweetness has rolled on top of me, and I cannot complain, cus she’s not sorry.
Unaware that she is uncharted territory.
Watch me, be myself playing the idiot boxing his self esteem
and the girl, she plays guitar, not a character just her own body.
I really really really… want to talk, see and seen her.
I am the biggest geese, confidence has jumped on a train.
Tips it’s hat and waves, as it chugga chuggas.
‘Fraidy cat of only the beast, it’s just unpleasant memories.
But of this girl, I will talk, and she will be my friend please.
Watch me, be myself playing the idiot boxing his self esteem
and the girl, she plays guitar, not a character just her own body.
I really really really… want to talk, see and seen her.
It’s real, so real, poor girl doesn’t know what’s coming.
He’s close now, real close now, poor girl doesn’t know what’s coming.
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4. |
Ducklings
04:45
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The walk from home is nice and long,
almost enough to make you think everybody’s gone.
See the cats pray to catch prey, lying on the drive, watching the boy go by.
A ruffle in the leaves, the duckling it squeaks,
how nice it would be to be just a simple thing.
Black storm clouds draw him to still,
and the duckling crumbles under his feet
CHORUS:
You owe yourself to be miserably unhappy,
Just keep in line (foot forward then next)
Save Ducklings lives (foot forward then next)
Just keep walking through the safe ball-park, and don’t stop to take in the scene
Crashed in the mud, fearing for his life,
as the menacing duck battalion,
blackens the already dark sky.
The Air Squadron chief quacks out “C’est la vie”
as the amphibian kamizans detonate close enough to see
The Auxulliaries cut me off at the neck of the creek,
head honcho Duck and the legions of seagulls flee.
Yet, black storm clouds draw it to still
and the boy gets pranked by the geese.
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cuck
04:09
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cuck etc.
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Morning Special
04:06
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In the morning I wake up,
think about how everything’s oh so good.
Why can’t it be the same for you?
The skies, they can turn on the light
and open the well of hope inside.
You can’t imagine how good it feels while you think it’s only sunrise.
CHORUS:
So THANK YOU birds and trees,
THANK YOU honeybees,
This love and blind faith will get the sun rising today.
The dew on the leaves falls once in a while,
but I only think of how it’ll make you smile.
If it’ll work for me, it’ll work for you.
It’s morning, not a broken tune.
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7. |
Two Freckled Lips
05:24
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See that girl on the side of the wall,
waving her fairy wing fan.
And, the fat cleopatric. mole faced snob
brewing liberalism in her pan.
Then in blows the wind, as hard as a boulder,
dries out my eyes, and my drive is to hold her.
She’s quite the petite amie, I want her to cuddle me,
luckily she is free and that makes me happy.
CHORUS:
She steals my flower, while checking my pipes
Don’t stop little friend it feels very nice,
Plays the strings of hearts, I hear
“How did I end up here?”
TWO. FRECKLED. LIPS.
Cute, but grey, lips that I’d try to kiss,
Don’t trust my pretty eye, I’m gonna miss,
and stick my tongue deep in your ear.
“How did I end up here?”
Why have I not been shot in the head?
Having lain down, about four times, in her double queen-sized bed.
I know that this journey must come to an end, so take me now my little friend.
CHORUS
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Loser
02:57
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I was walking thro da fields of Freyberg Park
Kids were off the street, all havin’ a laugh.
Then two kids decided to climb the rottin’ tree,
one arse called Callum, the other arse, me!
Yeah, I climb.
I’m the outdoors “real G.”
When it comes to arboriculture, I’m quite the bees knees
Then, silly me, hoisted up my knee,
All my weight above those branches, violating the old tree,
I’m down with cracked, sore knees. Now, why me?
CHORUS:
Cus you’re a LOSER, and you’ll never know why.
You’re just not a very lucky guy, cus you’re a LOSER.
Things just don’t go your way, Lady Luck won’t give her time of the day
to you, you LOSER.
I asked a girl to go with me to go see Transformers 3, to which she said:
“Oh fuck no gee, ain’t no way I’ll go with you to the movies, cus you’re a LOSER”
Hey now, I’m not that bad, at least I’m not the one who had an absent dad.
AND she crack. Me wheeled. I think “Why me?”
CHORUS
AND WE STILL CAN HAVE A GUD TIME,
ALL YOUR MISTAKES WON’T LEAD YOU AWAY FROM THAT GUD TIME.
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Do you want to go out?
03:42
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I’d say, “You look fine today.”
And hope that it’s your turn to say “Do you want to go out?”
A dreaming girl, his “wife to be.”
Come on boy, you’ve just gotta ask me.
There’s a guttural feeling in the dissection of the question
Do you want to go out?
Will it come back? Is it time to say, do you want to go out?
Take 2: and we’re on the bridge, I’ll push him over the side and hope he’ll live.
Take 3: at the top of the stairs, fold my arms and try to juggle his care.
Step 4, Take 5: try to befriend the mum, try on the lawn, marry the pug.
Number 5: is where he’s gonna treat me, and if he don’t I’ll clot his arteries.
Six, Six, Six: is where he gets sick, and I’ll fly over honey, you won’t regret it (you better not)
Seven and Eight: it’ll be getting late, snuggled to his chest honey, checkmate.
At nine he’ll think “What does she mean to me?
Is this just the hormone influx of being a teen? Or the Madonna of my dreams, coming to tempt me? I’LL LOVE THAT GIRL OUT TO INFINITY”
CHORUS
Speak to me my master above,
Can I worship another master, for Love?
Self-Deification can covert one quick,
maybe then he’ll let me feel his twig.
God it’s obscene to break my heart,
Why can’t I get a second chance?
It’s his buddies that tear us apart
HE’S THE ONE WHO’S AFTER MY HEART
CHORUS
I wanna cuddle you, I wanna touch you, I wanna tickle you, I wanna befriend you, I wanna play with you, I wanna talk to you, I wanna destroy you, I WANNA BE WITH YOU
DO YOU WANNA GO OUT ETC
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The Dandy Airlines Auckland, New Zealand
fourteen kids from nz, south africa, slovakia and america
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